Chapter 608

Luo Chen dared to go out without Han Zhan, running rampant in the depths of the North Sea where monsters were everywhere, because he had his own reliance!

Powerful combat ability was one, and supreme escape speed was the second.

Even without using the Heavenly Peng transformation, with the Moon-Breaking Wings combined with the Nine Thousand Miles technique, his escape speed was far beyond that of ordinary Core Formation cultivators.

If given a little time to unfold his true Heavenly Peng body, perhaps only a Nascent Soul True Person could catch up to him.

But now, this reliance had been broken!

Luo Chen could feel a powerful force of sealing and suppression crashing down from the giant mountain in the sky.

Under that immense pressure, his escape speed was greatly reduced.

If it were only this, he could still transform and leave.

However, beneath his feet, another terrifying gravitational force was constantly pulling at him.

The two combined, which was why Luo Chen's pace felt like a turtle crawling.

Reaching a distance of one mile, he extended a palm.

"Mountain Collapse!"

The vast power of the tremor, carrying magma and debris like a rainstorm, splashed in all directions. In that rainstorm, a figure stumbled as if unable to control themselves.

This shield was extremely hard; even with Luo Chen's overlapping powerful spells, it seemed unable to completely shake its defensive capability.

After the three techniques were unleashed together.

Boom!

The next moment, the mountain where Liang Baizao stood exploded in an instant.

A look of madness seemed to flash in Luo Chen's eyes. The spirit seal in his hand changed abruptly, and he let out a sharp shout.

But clearly, the Master of Baizao Mountain was no incompetent person. Not to mention how many magic treasures a sect master of a major craftsmanship sect would have for protection, just his eighth-level Core Formation realm was enough to make Luo Chen not dare to underestimate him.

When he completed his transformation, Luo Chen reached out with a claw.

Liang Baizao watched this scene, his expression also turning serious. He pushed out with a single palm, and a brownish-yellow shield instantly grew larger, blocking all threats coming from the sky.

Nine rounds of scorching suns accompanied this palm as it pressed down, forming a terrifying and shocking scene.

Sure enough, sometimes once methods are exposed in front of outsiders, they are extremely easily countered.

Whoosh!

In the void, a figure suddenly stalled. Letting the falling rocks rain down beside him, a pair of weathered eyes stared at Luo Chen.

After the violent collision, the shield's spiritual light had only dimmed slightly.

With a sharp shout, his beard and hair moved without wind.

Once, he resisted with a formation; now, the opponent suppressed him with a formation.

"Transform!"

With one hand, he curled his fingers and pinched a spirit seal.

For an ordinary Core Formation cultivator, under Luo Chen's simultaneous unleashing of three techniques and continuous attacks, few could survive.

Ding!

Looking closely, between the giant's palms, a cyan flying sword was being gripped tightly.

"A mere mid-grade magic treasure flying sword cannot take my life, Sect Master. You underestimate me too much!"

Luo Chen looked up toward the sky.

"Since you don't want me to leave, then I'll slaughter you!"

The originally white Daoist robe also turned from white to ink, transforming into a black battle armor of ancient style that covered his entire body, leaving nothing exposed from his feet to his face.

He recognized this mountain.

"To take my Seven Kill Soul-Snatching Sword with your physical body, Demon Lord Qingyang, you have become stronger!"

The Moon-Breaking Wings grew larger, accompanying his sides like wings.

It was precisely the treasure mountain that the Master of Baizao Mountain had used to lead the strong attack on the Sea-Sealing Eight Trigrams Formation back then.

With just the first move, both sides went all out.

It truly is karma, never failing to strike!

And clearly, this formation, with the Master of Baizao Mountain's natal magic treasure as its core, was not just simple air-sealing suppression. Once fully deployed, there might be even more formidable methods.

And the muscles under his Daoist robe began to squirm and swell.

The surging magic power gathered into a cyan palm print, crashing down.

The flying sword was like a swimming fish in his palm,

struggling endlessly like a fish caught in a net.

Clearly, this was at least a high-grade defensive magic treasure!

In the void, a crisp sound of metal clashing suddenly came.

A look of ferocity flashed across Luo Chen's face as he flew toward Liang Baizao.

Luo Chen's expression was gloomy, his gaze sweeping once again over the giant mountain slowly floating in the sky.

One zhang, two zhang, three zhang... until it was nine zhang tall!

Clatter!

Rounds of scorching suns emerged from behind him, the blazing sun shining in the night sky.

Being in the air, his hands constantly formed seals.

Luo Chen did not pursue, but landed calmly.

"Yes, I have become stronger, but you have regressed instead of advancing all these years. In this battle, the one who will surely be defeated is you!"

While speaking, Luo Chen channeled immense force, attempting to crush the flying sword in his hand.

A harsh creaking sound constantly came from his palm.

The Master of Baizao Mountain sensed Luo Chen's intention through the connection between the magic treasure and its owner, and his expression turned fierce.

"Don't even think about it!"

He pinched a seal with both hands and let out a soft shout.

"Break!"

Bang!

Hearing a loud explosion, Luo Chen frowned and involuntarily loosened his fist, his gaze following the cyan flying sword as it stumbled back to the old man's side.

"Still not enough?"

His current physical body was many times stronger than it had been back then, already capable of taking mid-grade magic treasure attacks head-on.

But being able to take them head-on didn't mean he could destroy them.

Especially since the Master of Baizao Mountain had just triggered the baleful energy hidden within the flying sword, forcibly breaking free from his immense grip.

As the flying sword returned to his side, the Master of Baizao Mountain couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

However, looking at Luo Chen again, the gravity in his eyes grew even more intense.

After failing to hunt down Luo Chen back then, he had returned to Lengguang Island to find the eldest of the Wu family, as well as other bystanders who had witnessed Luo Chen's battle, and inquired in detail about Luo Chen's combat methods.

He knew well that Luo Chen had terrifying attainments in speed, strength, and spells.

Apart from defense, he had almost no weaknesses.

Especially since he had personally experienced one of the opponent's illusions.

Such an existence, even if only at the mid-stage Core Formation realm, was not easy to deal with.

Therefore, he had painstakingly plotted for years, using his natal magic treasure, Baizao Mountain, plus the geographical advantage of Seven Star Island to set up the Big Dipper Seven Peaks Formation, suppressing his speed so he couldn't exert his greatest combat advantage.

He had thought that this would make the opponent a turtle in a jar.

But he hadn't expected that what he had heard was always

just hearsay; the opponent's combat experience and awareness still exceeded his expectations.

The previous simultaneous unleashing of three techniques had caught him off guard and caused him minor injuries.

He had wanted to use the flying sword to injure the opponent in the chaos, but hadn't expected the opponent to almost destroy his sharp weapon.

"This child cannot be dealt with like a normal Core Formation cultivator; I must exert my full strength!"

Thoughts flashed through his mind, and the Master of Baizao Mountain no longer tested him.

His sleeves billowed, and his hands pinched seals repeatedly.

The seven flying swords behind him, brilliant with flowing light, swam flexibly like swallows.

"Go!"

Pointing his fingers like a sword, he gestured.

The target: the nine-zhang giant!

Luo Chen was fearless, striding across the earth. Facing the seven flying swords rushing toward him, he struck out frequently with both hands.

Sometimes with fist wind, sometimes with giant palms, his ten fingers flicked like rapid plucking of strings, and the Cloud-Probing Divine Claw stirred the wind and clouds from time to time to deflect the angle of the flying swords' attacks, even attempting to capture and seize the treasures again.

Under his actions, the seven baleful flying swords were unable to get close.

Facing this scene, the Master of Baizao Mountain's eyelids twitched wildly.

These seven flying swords of his were all forged, nurtured, and advanced to mid-grade magic treasures together as a set, their power even exceeding that of high-grade offensive magic treasures.

Under his control, they couldn't even get close.

To what realm had this Demon Lord Qingyang's body-refining technique reached?

"No!"

"The suppression is not enough!"

"He is still too flexible!"

Looking at the giant running on the mountains and plains, the Master of Baizao Mountain hardened his heart, reached up to the sky, and pulled down hard.

"Suppress!"

At the edge of the sky, Baizao Mountain rumbled as it pressed down.

The small islands linked like the Big Dipper also emitted rumbling echoes.

The nearby sea rolled with monstrous waves, surging toward the islands.

Luo Chen's running pace became slower and slower.

A powerful pressure came from above his head, and a terrifying gravitational force came from beneath his feet.

With the two combined, it seemed to form a gravitational field, forcibly halting his sprinting momentum.

Luo Chen's eyes were bright, faintly perceiving the true meaning of this formation combined with the Seven Star Islands.

With Baizao Mountain as the core, drawing on the earth vein energy of the seven islands, being inside it was like Mount Tai pressing down, a state of earth energy pulling and dragging.

All living things were the same.

The reason the Master of Baizao Mountain was unaffected was that the core of the formation was his natal magic treasure.

But this way, the opponent's magic power consumption would inevitably be significant.

To break this formation, one had to topple Baizao Mountain!

But this mountain was linked with the seven islands; to topple the mountain, one had to topple all seven islands at once.

Being deep inside, it was as difficult as ascending to heaven!

Luo Chen's pace came to a halt.

"Heavenly timing is gone, geographical advantage is not there; since that's the case, let's test our foundations!"

With a soft shout, nine red chains suddenly extended from his body, lashing out at the seven flying swords rushing toward him.

Luo Chen himself stared fixedly at the Master of Baizao Mountain, striking out palm after palm.

Cyan palm prints erupted frequently in the void.

Even the extremely fast Master of Baizao Mountain found it difficult to dodge under such covering attacks, and could only summon the shield to resist forcibly.

But the intense counter-shock force and the scorching heat flow still left his beard and hair scorched, as if they could ignite at any moment.

"Want to compete with me on magic power foundation?"

After taking several palms head-on, he saw through Luo Chen's intentions.

Thinking of this, a cold smile couldn't help but appear on his lips.

Although his realm had regressed over the years, he was still a genuine eighth-level Core Formation great cultivator!

No matter how fast Demon Lord Qingyang's progress was, he was ultimately only at the sixth level of Core Formation.

In a war of attrition, he had nothing to fear!

Moreover, he was operating a defensive magic treasure, so his magic power consumption wasn't high.

The opponent, on the other hand, was frequently unleashing large-scale lethal spells; how many more times could he do it?

Just as he made up his mind to wear Luo Chen down, his eyes suddenly froze.

A yellow copper coin, round on the outside and square on the inside, landed on his shield.

"When?"

Clang!

A light sound, but to the Master of Baizao Mountain, it was no less than a monstrous roar.

The copper coin was blasted back by immense force, falling somewhere on the island.

And his protective treasure, having suffered a heavy blow, had a moment of sluggishness.

It was also at this moment that a loud explosion came from the void.

The nine-zhang giant, originally trapped in place, took a step, crossing a hundred zhang, and leaped above the old man.

Holding a giant hammer, he smashed down from the sky.

Boom!

A heaven-shaking roar, vast and mighty, spread for who knows how many miles.

Luo Chen landed fiercely, his black armor still on, but cracks and bloodstains appeared on his physical body inside the armor.

With the physical body he had tempered for years, to suffer such injuries showed just how dangerous it was to forcibly use the Air-Exploding Step under the suppression of the Big Dipper Seven Peaks Formation.

But ultimately, he had succeeded in one fell swoop!

Looking into the smoke and dust, at the figure holding a dimly lit

shield and standing up, he strode forward without hesitation, holding the Flowing Fire Hammer.

At the same time, spiritual light shot out from his eyes.

Mirror Flower, Water Moon, activate!

He wanted to leave no chance, forcibly killing the opponent!

On the earth, the giant charged, the hammer like fire, spiritual light shooting from his eyes, like a god or a demon.

And in the smoke and dust, the old man's body was frail, like a candle in the wind.

But just as the two were about to close in, the giant's figure suddenly paused.

The Master of Baizao Mountain spat out a mouthful of blood, and without hesitation, reached out toward the sky again.

The towering giant mountain pressed down with the momentum of a falling meteorite. During this process, its volume grew smaller and smaller, but its power grew greater and greater.

He wanted to crush the opponent to death!

An unexpected scene occurred.

A small gray tripod floated out from above Luo Chen's head, and at the most critical moment, it forcibly resisted the small mountain.

"How is this possible? He was countered by the soul-refining means left by the Blood Nightmare Demon Luo, and now his illusion technique has backfired. Elder Xing's remnant soul is impacting his Primordial Spirit; how does he still have the energy to control a magic treasure?"

Amidst his surprise, the Master of Baizao Mountain's expression grew even more ferocious.

"Since that's the case, then I'll skin you alive!"

Casting aside the dimly lit shield, he pinched a finger and summoned.

The seven flying swords flew from afar, rushing

toward Luo Chen.

Just as they were about to hit his body, they seemed to crash into an invisible wall of air, unable to advance an inch!

The Master of Baizao Mountain was stunned. His gaze touched the black armor, and a look of realization flashed by.

"I only thought his reputation as a master craftsman was flattery from ignorant rogue cultivators, but I didn't expect he really had some skills, actually forging a protective gas armor!"

"However, this kind of armor cannot block my Seven Kill Sword!"

The Seven Kill Sword, specialized in breaking defenses.

With a thought, the seven swords flowed, beginning to spin crazily with Luo Chen as the center.

A blade storm instantly took shape!

The terrifying cutting force began to constantly cut at the protective gas armor shielding Luo Chen.

Seeing his appearance, it seemed that in less than a short while, it would touch his physical body.

Inside the Xuan Chen Armor.

Luo Chen's eyes were tightly shut, and blood seeped down from the corners of his eyes.

Within his sea of consciousness.

A remnant soul of a burly man roared and charged toward his soul's core.

"It's the original owner of the Flowing Fire Hammer magic treasure, who died under the Sea-Sealing Eight Trigrams Formation controlled by Han Zhan. To think a remnant soul was preserved and refined into a means specifically targeting my illusion technique."

His consciousness awakened instantly from the intense pain. Luo Chen looked coldly at the charging remnant soul, showing no panic.

The Mirror Flower, Water Moon technique backfired, and he hadn't even had time to unleash the second layer of illusions. The pain involved was unbearable for an ordinary person.

But was Luo Chen an ordinary person?

He practiced "Bright Spirit Breaking Baleful" during Qi Refining, underwent Heavenly Thunder body-tempering during Foundation Establishment, and tempered his body day and night after Core Formation. Whether it was true fire burning his body or the torture of the Black Emperor Paste, all had forged his exceptionally resilient pain tolerance.

Not to mention, over the years, using the craftsmanship method to temper his body, his will had long been tempered and unyielding!

A mere moment of intense pain recovered in the blink of an eye.

First, release the natal magic treasure, the Hunyuan Tripod, to resist the bombardment of Baizao Mountain, then activate the Xuan Chen Armor's protective gas armor.

At this moment, resolve the hidden danger within his sea of consciousness.

With his soul as the body and his spirit as the blade, the Great Perfection Dragon-Slaying Technique was unleashed in one slash.

Slashing energy, slashing dragons, and even slashing gods!

With just one slash, the burly man's remnant soul vanished into smoke.

"Eh?"

As it disappeared, a light sound of surprise seemed to emerge.

Luo Chen's mind returned, regaining control of his physical body. He had no time to recall that familiar sound of surprise and observed the current situation.

He was trapped!

Within his line of sight, the sword energy storm cut through everything, seven sharp swords, baleful energy crisscrossing, constantly impacting his protective gas armor.

Even though the gas armor was constantly regenerating,

it was still in precarious danger.

The Xuan Chen Armor itself had many tiny scratches.

"Fortunately, the Xuan Chen Armor has two layers of defense, the inner armor and the gas armor, so it hasn't hurt my physical body yet."

Luo Chen felt fortunate, but the anger in his eyes grew even more intense.

In the past, he was always the one setting traps for others, using various means to win against the strong.

Today, he had fallen into someone else's trap, passive everywhere, beaten everywhere.

If his foundation hadn't been deep enough and his means numerous enough, he would have fallen long ago.

"Master of Baizao Mountain!!!"

A low roar issued deeply from his throat.

Outside the sword formation, the old man sat cross-legged, mobilizing the magic power he had accumulated for years to maintain the Seven Kill Sword Formation.

Although surprised that Luo Chen had woken up so quickly, he showed no panic at this moment.

"Demon Lord Qingyang, since you are already trapped in the sword formation, death is a certainty; why bother with futile rage?"

Luo Chen grinned.

"Is that so?"

He stomped his feet on the pitted earth.

Magic power poured out, and the protective gas armor gained support, becoming even more robust.

Not only that, surging earth energy seemed to be drawn in, involuntarily pouring out and blessing the gas armor.

For a time, the Xuan Chen gas armor and the Seven Kill Sword Formation reached a stalemate.

Luo Chen couldn't get out, and the Master of Baizao Mountain couldn't get in.

On this dilapidated Seven Star second island, a peculiar scene formed.

The giant stood on the earth, air currents swirling around him.

The tiny old man sat cross-legged, the sword energy storm becoming even more turbulent.

Neither dared to slack off, and neither wanted to give up.

Time passed constantly in this stalemate.

The originally pitch-black night sky had unknowingly seen the moon sink into the sea, and the morning sun was rising.

Who knows when.

Boom!

Hearing a loud explosion.

The Seven Kill Sword Formation, unable to support itself, collapsed and shattered.

Luo Chen, having recovered his original size, stepped out, his aura showing no signs of wilting, his eyes still like lightning.

He looked into the distance, where an old man was fleeing in a panic, looking utterly wretched.

Even the seven precious swords had been abandoned to buy time for escape.

"What a pity, you cannot escape!"

Luo Chen muttered, wanting to spread his wings to pursue, but saw three attacks from the sky striking toward the old man.

The Master of Baizao Mountain looked terrified, propping up his defensive shield and using all his strength to block these three attacks.

However, after this, in the sea, a dragon tail swung, smashing down fiercely.

Boom!

The already dilapidated shield turned into fragments under the dragon tail's swing.

The old man's frail body exploded into a mist of blood, with only a dim Core Formation wanting to escape.

But it was swallowed by the dragon in one gulp.

Three streaks of light broke through the air; they were none other than Lord Lushan, Sang Jiugong, and Duan Li.

"Sorry, we are late."

"That strange formation prevented us from entering; this person's formation attainments are truly formidable."

"Qingyangzi, are you alright?"

Under the gaze of the three, Luo Chen smiled freely.

Before he could speak, a sound of shattering came from beneath his feet.

Amidst the rolling tremors, the small island shattered with a boom!

Endless seawater surged in, erasing all traces of this great battle.

Not only the small island beneath his feet, but the other six small islands nearby also showed strange phenomena.

Whether it was earthquakes, collapsing mountains, or volcanic eruptions, birds and beasts were running in chaos.

Amidst the rumbling.

Those six small islands began to shatter constantly, being continuously battered by the seawater, splitting into pieces.

Everyone watched this scene, unable to help but swallow their saliva.

Their gaze toward Luo Chen became even more reverent.

Luo Chen sensed the changes around him, lost in thought.

"The earth energy of the Seven Star Islands was linked together by the Master of Baizao Mountain,

prospering and suffering together. Under the suction of my Xuan Chen Armor and his formation, the earth energy was exhausted, the spiritual veins shattered, and the continental plate suffered a devastating blow."

Having figured all this out, Luo Chen no longer lingered.

With a wave of his hand, several streaks of light flew toward him from the seawater, including swords, mountains, a tripod, and an inconspicuous copper coin.

"Master, that old man isn't dead yet; his soul is lingering in the Core Formation."

Amidst the surging waves, Black King's body rose and fell, emitting a fawning sound of claiming credit.

Luo Chen glanced at him and waved his large sleeve.

"Ignore him for now; let's go to Purple Spirit Island, that's the real business!"

After speaking, he took the lead, flying toward the strange sea area no longer blocked by formations.

Behind him, Lord Lushan and the other two looked at each other, then followed without a word.

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