Chapter 630: Senior Qingyang

In the sky full of sand and dust, a figure was like a meteor streaking across.

The moment before, it was close by, and the next moment it was at the edge of the sky.

The speed was so fast that it even surpassed the previous escape speed of the golden ball.

Luo Chen, in a red robe with a face like jade, had a calm expression at this moment, but Han Zhan, hidden in the Soul-Nourishing Wood, could feel the surging emotions beneath that calm expression.

"Do you really want to ruin Blood Nightmare Demon Luo's plan?"

"Why not!"

"There is no life-and-death hatred between you and him, but if you really do this, it will be a true enmity, and there won't even be a chance to sit down and talk in the future."

"Heh, there is no life-and-death hatred between him and me, but I have an irreconcilable hatred with him!"

Han Zhan was silent.

For a Nascent Soul True Lord, they wouldn't put a Core Formation cultivator in their eyes at all; even the hunt by the Liang Baizao Mountain Master was just a sentence from Blood Nightmare Demon Luo.

Even if the Liang Baizao Mountain Master failed, Blood Nightmare Demon Luo probably wouldn't take it to heart.

Seeing Luo Chen again in the future, he might even appreciate the other party's rapid growth and have the intention to recruit him again.

But for Luo Chen himself, if it weren't for the Profound Dust Armor he had painstakingly refined, he would have really died on Seven Star Island.

Luo Chen usually didn't speak or talk, and never hung hatred on his lips.

But he remembered this matter clearly.

It's just that he followed the philosophy of a gentleman taking revenge, ten years is not too late, choosing the opportunity to strike.

"This time, I will collect a little interest in advance. When I advance to the Nascent Soul realm one day, I will definitely have a talk with Blood Nightmare."

Luo Chen's eyelids twitched, and a trace of ruthlessness appeared.

Seeing this, Han Zhan naturally wouldn't persuade him anymore, but changed the topic.

"While you are separated from Tai Sui, give me those two corpse puppets!"

Luo Chen's figure paused suddenly.

He immediately took out two tall corpses from his storage ring.

They were the two corpses refined by the Red Corpse Superior before, both at the late Core Formation realm.

He had specifically instructed Seeing Tianxuan to take good care of them, and they were intact.

"Can they be used?"

Looking at the dark wooden plaque floating out, Luo Chen asked.

Han Zhan gave a hum. "The difference between so-called corpse refining and puppets is not big; give me some time and I can control them freely. With these avatars, I can also act freely later."

Luo Chen glanced at the two corpse puppets. "Then Senior, wait for me here, I'll be back soon."

As the words fell, he turned into a red light and rushed into the sky.

Han Zhan saw this, shook his head and sighed, and then focused his attention on the two corpse puppets full of death intent in front of him.

"Still hiding..."

A chuckle, and a wisp of cyan light brushed past.

The next moment, screams were heard from the two corpse puppets.

That tone was exactly the same as the previous Red Corpse Superior!

"Superficial soul-splitting method, and you dare to show off in front of me."

Han Zhan smiled slightly, and then the cyan light spread, completely enveloping the two corpse puppets in this

"I've arrived!"

Luo Chen muttered to himself, stopping behind a black cloud.

The Concealment Array was fully activated, ensuring not a shred of his aura leaked out.

Afterward, he wiped his eyes with a finger, and with a flash of spiritual light, his gaze projected deeply into the land below.

The intense battlefield appeared before his eyes in an instant.

The Gobi Desert, which was already quite abrupt, was now completely surrounded by the Quicksand Sea.

The battle between the Daoist Huangsha Giant and the Stone Monster also presented a lopsided situation.

The Dragon Soul within the black cloud appeared increasingly withered.

It had to divide its strength to resist the attacks from Tianrang, the master of the Quicksand Sea, while also resisting the pull of the Soul-Summoning Banner, making it—already not in its prime—increasingly exhausted.

Under this tug-of-war, the Dragon Soul seemed about to surrender.

The massive phantom of the Dragon Soul had gradually been pulled out of the black cloud, gathering toward the Soul-Summoning Banner.

Seeing this scene, Luo Chen's heart tightened slightly.

"Fortunately, I arrived just in time!"

He gave a ferocious smile and patted the spirit beast bag at his waist.

Hei Wang and Tian Yu Xuan appeared, guarding his sides.

Both demons simultaneously employed concealment techniques.

"Guard me, and keep watch for any petty thieves!"

After giving the order, Luo Chen's expression turned solemn.

He held his hands in front of his chest and began to rapidly form seals.

That familiar seal was clearly the starting move of the Senior Qingyang Great Handprint!

However, unlike his usual near-instant release of this move, this time he became very methodical.

As he formed the seals, pure and domineering magic power surged from his dantian like a tidal wave, flowing through his meridians and gathering in front of him along his acupoints.

Logically speaking, such a surging momentum should have been discovered long ago.

But even as Luo Chen built up his power, the three Core Formation cultivators below who were presiding over the Soul-Summoning technique did not notice a thing.

The reason for this was twofold: the terrain and the people.

The terrain was the unique spiritual sense suppression of the Five Elements Heaven.

The people factor was the full activation of the Concealment Array on Luo Chen, which masked the surging magic power fluctuations.

Hei Wang and Tian Yu Xuan stood to the side, feeling the terrifying momentum that kept gathering magic power and rising layer by layer, and they could not help but swallow their saliva involuntarily.

The Senior Qingyang Great Handprint was the fire-attribute spell that their master was most proud of!

It was also the most iconic move of Demon Lord Senior Qingyang in the outside world.

Over these years, through constant study, combat, and optimization, he had cultivated it to the extreme.

Usually, just releasing it casually was enough to suppress those of the same realm. Even those whose cultivation was a level or two higher than Luo Chen had to be careful and dared not take it head-on.

Now, their master was actually sparing no magic power to build up such a massive momentum.

One could imagine what level of power this palm would reach once unleashed.

Tian Yu Xuan felt that even with her speed, she would be unable to escape the strike range.

Hei Wang thought that even with his thick skin and sturdy flesh, he would likely be blasted to shreds, losing eight or nine-tenths of his life.

And that was not just eight or nine-tenths.

When wisps of green flame drifted out and wrapped around Luo Chen's hands, Hei Wang's eyes widened instantly.

"Master is going all out this time!"

For a moment, he could not help but look at the three people not far away with some sympathy.

To be ambushed by their master without even knowing it—I'm afraid they won't even know how they died when the time comes, right?

Just at this moment, Hei Wang suddenly noticed a change.

Tian Yu Xuan was the same, and she immediately spoke up: "Master, they are about to run!"

Luo Chen's hand movements slowed slightly, but he still did not stop.

He just kept his eyes fixed on the altar.

Under the pounding of the yellow sand, the grand array covering the altar was teetering.

While Wu Qi was fully controlling the golden bell, he released a shuttle-shaped magic treasure.

After the shuttle appeared, it grew in the wind, turning into two zhang in size, hovering nearby.

It was very clear.

They had already made plans to run away after collecting the Dragon Soul.

"Master, should we make a move?" Hei Wang was getting impatient.

Luo Chen did not speak, still gathering magic power bit by bit, stacking the power of the Senior Qingyang Great Handprint.

It was not the right time yet!

Patience! Patience!

On the Gobi Desert, on the remaining solid ground, the three Core Formation cultivators of the Demon Luo Alliance held their breath, carrying out the final step.

When the Stone Dragon's remnant soul was completely pulled out of the black cloud.

Wu Qi gave a sharp shout.

"If the remnant soul does not return, when shall it?"

He bit the tip of his tongue, spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, and sprinkled it onto the golden bell.

Immediately, the bell rang loudly.

The Dragon Soul, which was already teetering and weakened to the extreme, lost its instinctual consciousness and turned into a stream of light, flying toward the white Soul-Summoning Banner.

When this scene appeared.

Within the yellow sand, a sharp whistle suddenly came.

"That is mine!"

The next moment, a giant hand emerged from the sand sea and slammed toward the altar.

Facing this scene, the pupils of Wu Qi and the others dilated.

Only a loud bang was heard, and the altar shattered instantly.

On the Gobi Desert, the last piece of hard ground was completely covered by yellow sand.

In this explosion, the white flag was suddenly grabbed by a hand.

"Go!"

With a low shout, three streaks of light merged into one, entered the shuttle, and broke through the rolling yellow sand at an extremely fast speed, rushing toward the horizon.

Just at this moment, as the Dragon Soul was subdued in the sky, the dark clouds were slowly dispersing.

Under the clear sky.

A red robe fluttered in the wind.

The Daoist's eyes were cold, and his black hair fluttered.

He raised his palm! And slammed it down!

A giant palm wreathed in surging green flames, like a meteorite, slammed down with a rumble.

Its momentum was in no way inferior to the previous strike of the yellow sand!

From the shuttle came a shrill, desperate scream.

In a trance, it seemed to be the word "No."

But no one was listening carefully to what it meant anymore.

There was only the endless sound of explosions, deafening at this moment.

The earth-shattering roar shook the quicksand for a thousand miles.

With just one strike, the earth sank and the void shattered!

Circles of fire waves rolled and expanded, even forcing the nearby Quicksand Sea to retreat continuously.

Under such power.

That meteor shuttle disintegrated instantly.

Three human figures, in the massive explosion, seemed to be facing heavenly might, as small as ants.

Just at this moment.

A streak of blood-red flashed.

When it reappeared, it had already escaped the center of the explosion.

"Pfft!"

Wu Qi had just used a blood-escape technique when he uncontrollably spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.

At this moment, he looked incredibly wretched, his magic robes tattered, his whole body charred black, with only a pair of eyes emitting an intense light of survival.

Holding the Soul-Summoning Banner, he bit off the index finger of his left hand.

A rich blood-red light began to appear on his body.

Just at this moment, a sonic boom came from the void.

Sss...

Sword Qi slashed down, and Wu Qi watched helplessly as his left arm was severed at the shoulder; the white Soul-Summoning Banner drifted further and further away from him, finally falling into the hands of another person along with his severed arm.

"No! This is Blood Nightmare... It's you!"

As he looked at that familiar face, Wu Qi was stunned for a moment.

Following his advancement to the fourth tier of the Desolate Ancient era and the fading of the crimson red on his face to reveal fair skin, Luo Chen's appearance at this moment was exactly the same as when he first met Wu Qi on Fairy Yaoyue Island years ago.

Coupled with the fact that Wu Qi had been obsessed with Luo Chen for those years, he had long since completely memorized his appearance.

Therefore, seeing him again at this moment, he recognized the newcomer at a single glance.

However, at this time, there was absolutely no joy of meeting an old friend.

There was only horror!

With just one palm, Luo Chen brushed past Wu Qi.

"Sorry, our positions are different, and our slight friendship cannot accommodate your survival."

Behind him was a lifeless corpse falling into the yellow sand; while still in mid-air, it shattered into pieces, finally turning into a mist of blood.

And in front of him!

Luo Chen pursed his lips, one hand holding the severed arm and the white Soul-Summoning Banner, the other hand gripping seven spinning flying swords in the void, facing the endless sand sea.

In the rolling sand sea, gravel piled up layer by layer, and in the blink of an eye, a towering giant wave leaped into the sky.

A huge face appeared and disappeared within the giant wave.

"Give... the Stone Dragon... to me!"

Accompanying these words was a giant hand that seemed slow but was actually fast, grabbing toward the altar.

Facing this scene, Luo Chen's expression remained unchanged; he took a deep breath, and his right hand's magic power surged wildly.

The flying swords in front of him suddenly merged into one.

High in the sky, it formed an unparalleled giant sword.

"Slash!"

The giant sword slashed down abruptly.

Sss...

Like a knife cutting through tofu, the giant hand was split in two.

However, seeing this, Luo Chen was not happy but alarmed.

The two split hands, supplemented by the surrounding yellow sand, formed two giant hands similar to the previous ones, grabbing toward Luo Chen from the left and right.

"Go!"

Luo Chen did not linger in battle, his Broken Moon wings spread out, and he activated his 90,000-mile speed to the fullest.

His whole person was like a fire meteor, flying toward the horizon.

"Give! It! Back! To! Me!"

A heaven-shattering scream rang out from behind him.

That huge sand wave chased after his back, rolling toward him.

In the sand sea, even more giant hands emerged, grabbing toward Luo Chen.

At this moment, the entire Quicksand Sea had come alive!

Luo Chen was extremely fast, dodging the grabs of the yellow sand giant hands time and time again.

When he encountered one he couldn't dodge, he would stomp in the void, and when he reappeared, he would already be a hundred zhang away.

Suddenly!

A patch of yellow sand appeared in front of him, turning into a giant wall that rose from the ground, blocking his path.

Luo Chen's expression turned ruthless; he turned sideways, braced his shoulders, and charged straight through.

Behind him, in the rolling sand wave, the huge face saw this scene and revealed a cruel expression.

Just an egg hitting a rock!

But the next moment, he saw Luo Chen charge through the south wall with unstoppable momentum, breaking out of the encirclement.

"No!"

"Catch him!"

The huge face roared angrily, and the entire Quicksand Sea began to boil.

More and more giant hands rose from the ground.

Not only that, but sand spears whistled and pierced toward Luo Chen.

Luo Chen ignored them all, his Profound Dust Armor protecting his body, his surging blood and energy covering his whole person, like a wild bull; even if there were a mountain in front of him, he would crash through it.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Amidst the endless roar, a streak of red light crossed a thousand miles, ten thousand miles.

He only fell into the sand sea once, but soared into the sky shortly after, completely unaffected.

About half a day later.

Luo Chen finally arrived at the edge of the sand sea, and the anxious and worried faces of Taisui and the Cave Master of Moyun appeared in his sight.

"What did you do!"

"Tianrang is furious; what did you do to provoke him?"

Facing Taisui's questioning, Luo Chen ignored him, activated his Void-Exploding Step again, and appeared in front of the two of them.

Without stopping his pace, he said in a low voice:

"Go to the Scorching Purgatory!"

"Hurry up and go, Tianrang is truly furious; I've never seen him this angry."

Taisui subconsciously glanced at the white Soul-Summoning Banner in Luo Chen's hand, then crossed the boundary between the Quicksand Sea and the Scorching Purgatory.

Before stepping into that world of fire, Han Zhan's voice sounded in Luo Chen's ear.

"Why bother?"

"If I can ruin Blood Nightmare's plans, then it's necessary!"

Activating the Withering-Prospering True Fire, he burned away the last traces Wu Qi had left in the world, stored the Soul-Summoning Banner in his storage ring, and Luo Chen stepped into the world of fire without hesitation.

Not long after they left.

Gravel crawled layer by layer, finally piling up on the boundary line between yellow and red.

A small mud figure walked out from within, its face filled with indescribable anger and resentment.

He waved his hand, and streaks of blood light surged over, all of them severed limbs and flesh.

Streaks of gravel attached themselves to the severed limbs, finally forming the body of a man with a severed arm.

The small mud figure pointed at the man's brow, and a heavy yellow light appeared, but gradually, that yellow light dissipated.

The man with the severed arm in front of him also melted away unwillingly, just like a mud figure made of thin mud.

"He ran, he completely ran!"

"The remnant soul that was so hard to lure here back then—not only was it not devoured to complete my true body, but he even let him run away."

"Ah!!!"

A furious, desperate scream erupted from the small mud figure's mouth.

Behind him, the Quicksand Sea exploded continuously, splashing up towering sand waves, as if responding to his anger.

(End of chapter)