Chapter 651: Master of Rending Heaven Flow, descendant of Master Sang

Carefully calculating, the righteous-demonic war in the Northern Sea, from small-scale friction to all-out war, has lasted for nearly a hundred years.

Especially after the all-out war, in the fifty years, both sides have been pulling and tugging.

From the initial sudden attack of the two major forces of Immortals and Demons against the Canghai Righteous Alliance, occupying an absolute advantage, to later seizing half of the Northern Sea human cultivation world's territory, the righteous and demonic sides ceased hostilities and stood in opposition.

At that time, it could barely be considered a rare period of peace in the Northern Sea cultivation world since the destruction of the Origin Demon Sect.

The Immortal-Demon Allied Forces occupied half of the Northern Sea human territory, and the Canghai Righteous Alliance occupied two-thirds of the remaining half; although the territory range was not as large as the Immortal-Demon side, it was the essence of the inner sea that Northern Sea cultivators had managed for thousands of years.

The remaining zero and corners were divided by the Ten Thousand Immortals Society, the Heaven-Origin Business Alliance, and some remote small forces.

At that time, the order could be considered orderly; even if there were some small frictions, they were only between the righteous and demonic sides.

Immortal Dao exchanges and commercial dealings were once restored.

Even if Luo Chen traveled to the far north and southeast in his early years, as long as he didn't deliberately provoke trouble, no one would target him.

Pity.

This peace was completely broken a few months ago.

With the disappearance of the Golden Heaven Black Sea anomaly in the Sinking Sea, the Penglai Immortal Sect inexplicably began to reduce its troops and recalled its disciples and followers in large numbers.

In this way, the balance between the righteous and demonic sides was broken.

The Canghai Righteous Alliance reversed the trend of being suppressed for fifty years, taking the initiative to strike and recovering a large portion of the immortal island sea territories previously occupied by the Demon Luo Flow.

The heat of the war caused those small forces that were ignorant and had not yet noticed the wind direction to be affected for no reason.

The Sui family fleet forcibly changing course at the burning city gate can already be considered extremely wise for the team-leading cultivator.

But Luo Chen rushing straight into the center of the war fire seemed a bit reckless.

A great cultivator of the late Core Formation stage can look down on one side in ordinary times, and a little restraint is enough to roam the Northern Sea.

But in front of such a battlefield of tens of thousands of cultivators, it really doesn't count for much.

Driving the wooden kite, Luo Chen stepped into the war fire, covered by a magic power shield, rushing forward without any scruples.

Suddenly, a flying sword, emitting powerful magic power, pierced through the air from the front.

Luo Chen's expression didn't change; he stretched out his right hand, his five fingers spread wide.

Seeing this scene, the Canghai Alliance Core Formation cultivator who released the flying sword sneered endlessly; there is actually such a person in the world who is so arrogant, actually trying to grab a flying sword with bare hands.

Doesn't he know that magic treasures are sent and received as one wishes, and cannot be easily snatched by empty hands.

Even if the other party has some reliance, as long as he bypasses this grab and slashes diagonally, he can break one of his arms, and after that...

His heart moved, controlling the flying sword to bypass the face.

But the next moment!

The other party's big hand moved a few inches out of thin air, blocking in front of the sharp flying sword.

Then, five fingers grabbed down!

The flying sword seemed to have spirituality; the hard sword body suddenly became soft, spreading out from the other party's fingertips like a spiritual snake.

Luo Chen's expression was calm; his right hand twisted, twisting the soft sword into a twist, crossing it on his arm, and then shook it gently.

Crack crack crack...

The sharp flying sword turned into countless fragments.

The natal magic treasure was destroyed, and the Canghai Alliance cultivator suffered a heavy blow, vomiting a mouthful of blood on the spot.

Luo Chen didn't even look at him, casually throwing the flying sword fragments towards another direction.

There, a thick small mountain range was flying over with a rumble.

Facing these fragments, the mountain range was not afraid at all.

However!

Luo Chen threw it seemingly casually, but it contained exquisite techniques in the details, and he tried to inject source power into it.

The dense fragments filled with blood light rushed straight into the mountain range.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

In just one breath, the fragments pierced through the mountain range magic treasure like a knife cutting tofu, attacking the Demon-Net Flow cultivator who released this magic treasure.

That was a group of cultivators, about seven or eight people huddled together.

These fragments pierced through the mountain range magic treasure and their remaining power did not end; when they reached their side, they exploded directly.

Opposite to this explosion sound was a piece of panic and wailing.

Luo Chen didn't even look at the results, standing on the wooden kite, rushing through this battlefield at extreme speed.

The righteous and demonic sides, who were fighting fiercely before, actually stopped because of his horizontal intervention.

On this huge battlefield, it appeared extremely strange.

On the Canghai Righteous Alliance side, Shang Junshu hurriedly flew over, looking at the middle-aged cultivator who was vomiting blood and pale; it was his flying sword that was released just now.

"Second Uncle, how are you?"

"I'm fine, but my natal flying sword was destroyed, my heart and spirit were damaged, and I'm not suitable for fighting next." The middle-aged cultivator wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, looking at the black-clothed cultivator in horror, "It's an old monster of the Nascent Soul stage!"

Breaking a magic treasure with bare hands, injuring seven or eight Core Formation cultivators of the Demon-Net Flow with one blow; except for a Nascent Soul cultivator, he couldn't think of anyone who could do this.

Shang Junshu looked at the black-clothed cultivator's departing back in surprise; that person clearly emitted the realm of the Core Formation stage!

Although the magic power was domineering and pure, far exceeding them, it couldn't be counted as a Nascent Soul old monster.

Just after watching for a while, Shang Junshu showed a look of doubt.

Why does this person give him a trace of familiarity?

It's as if he had seen him somewhere before?

The middle-aged cultivator retreated from the front line under Shang Junshu's protection.

"Young Master, why are you here? Shouldn't you be in the rear, leading our Shang Sihai Chamber of Commerce personnel to organize logistics supply?"

The young man called him Second Uncle, but he couldn't ignore family etiquette.

Shang Junshu looked at Luo Chen's departing back suspiciously while saying: "Father is here; I came with him, and I might have to talk to the Master of Rending Heaven Flow later."

Shang Junshu's father is precisely the founder of the Shang Sihai Chamber of Commerce, True Person Shang Sihai.

The middle-aged cultivator said happily: "True Person actually came to the front line personally?"

"Hmm, there are some secrets in it that are not suitable to tell you. But as long as this battle is won, the sea area in front might become the base camp of our Shang Sihai Chamber of Commerce in the future."

Shang Junshu said absent-mindedly while searching in his heart where the familiarity of the black-clothed cultivator came from.

Gradually, a crimson face gradually overlapped with the black-clothed cultivator.

"Is it him?"

"Has he really reached this point?"

Before the recent righteous-demonic war, the most explosive news was undoubtedly that the Ten Thousand Immortals Society powerhouse became the biggest winner of the Sinking Sea secret realm.

And among those rumors, there is such a piece of news that Shang Junshu cares about the most.

The rising star of the Wan Xian Society, Demon Lord Qingyang, committed an act of insubordination and killed the master of Feiyunjian, True Person Feiyunzi!

And this Demon Lord Qingyang, he had dealt with him in his early years.

At that time, it was still at the auction of Feileng City on Cold Light Island.

It was also at that time that Demon Lord Qingyang first made a name for himself in the Northern Sea cultivation world.

In just fifty years, the nameless nobody who was still fleeing under the pursuit of a group of Core Formation cultivators is now an existence he cannot reach.

Northern Sea legend, a generation of Demon Lord!

Luo Chen's gaze had a moment of stagnation.

But the wooden kite under his command did not retreat or avoid, rushing straight forward.

A sinister voice sounded on the battlefield.

"Injured my subordinate cultivator, and still want to leave so easily?"

A magnificent force, like shackles, covered the sky.

It is the Nascent Soul domain!

Along with the domain came a dark magic power giant palm.

Luo Chen snorted coldly; in that Nascent Soul domain, blood light filled his body, and he was not delayed in the slightest, like a fish in water, freely passing through.

Then, he slowly clenched his fist and side-elbowed, punching out.

His right hand stretched like plasticine, filled with blood light, and collided fiercely with the magic power giant palm.

Boom!

With just one blow, the magic power giant palm broke open a big hole.

Luo Chen drove the wooden kite, passed through the hole, and simultaneously released a cold voice.

"Master of Rending Heaven Flow, you should think about how to deal with the Nascent Soul True Person of the Canghai Righteous Alliance!"

A man in a black-gold magic robe located in a hidden place saw this scene and was a bit surprised at first.

This Core Formation junior could actually ignore his Nascent Soul domain.

Even, there is a powerful force that can hard-receive his casual blow.

What kind of energy is that strange blood light?

Then, he frowned; the Nascent Soul True Person of the Canghai Righteous Alliance?

It's nothing more than the old ghost Nan Qi; the two of them have been deadlocked in this area for ten years, what is there to deal with.

But the next moment, his face changed instantly, like a sunny day turning into a dark cloud.

Three powerful auras not inferior to his own rose from behind the Righteous Alliance.

"Old ghost Nan Qi! Shang Shang Sihai! Lady Mi!"

"How could they appear at the same time?"

"You seem to be getting more and more proficient in the use of that kind of power!"

On a boundless but turbulent sea surface, the wooden kite galloped past.

Luo Chen cast a Dragon-Slaying Technique to remove the magic power aura left by the Master of Rending Heaven Flow just now; this person is quite sinister, leaving a dark hand in a casual probe.

Regarding Han Zhan's words, he did not oppose, just gave a light hum.

After the body-refining level reached the 4th rank of Desolate Ancient, after squeezing the body, a kind of blood-colored power would be generated, which Luo Chen named source power.

He had obtained this power for twenty years, but initially, he didn't know how to use it.

It was just a rough trick to understand limb regeneration and control body changes.

But with the great battles in the Demon-Sinking Land, especially after the flesh Nirvana in Mingzhao Heaven, he had completely determined that this power was not weaker than the magic power of a Nascent Soul True Person, and simultaneously understood several methods of utilization.

Just like just now, without the second Nascent Core and unable to release the Forest Fire Prison, he directly ignored the suppression of the Master of Rending Heaven Flow's Nascent Soul domain and then calmly counterattacked.

It was heard in the past that in the ancient times, Desolate Beasts were the masters of the Mountain and Sea World, and the human race was not the pet of heaven and earth.

Now it seems that the rumors are not false.

4th-rank Desolate Beasts might not be able to control the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, but under the blessing of source power, they are also not suppressed by the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

How to describe this feeling...

It's like the relationship between fish and the ocean.

Humans might be smart and can understand the principle that water can carry a boat and also overturn it, controlling seawater for their own use.

But fish are born as creatures in the ocean, so how could they be drowned in water?

Luo Chen was blindfolded by a leaf before.

He painstakingly studied the Forest Fire Prison, trying to resist the domain suppression of Nascent Soul cultivators.

But then again, if he hadn't gone through the Senluo Fire Prison, he wouldn't have so easily understood the wonders of the source power's shared principles.

Luo Chen didn't want to talk about this topic, but instead praised it.

"Senior, this wooden kite puppet of yours, although not gorgeous, is truly the fastest flying treasure I have ever seen."

Han Zhan chuckled, "That is natural; this was refined by the Heaven-Refining Demon Lord himself in his early years. Although the grade is not high, the value is completely not inferior to the spiritual wood puppet I obtained."

That spiritual wood puppet is 4th rank, an existence comparable to the Nascent Soul stage!

This wooden kite is actually this powerful?

Luo Chen raised his eyebrows but didn't say anything more.

According to his memory, he flew at extreme speed towards the direction of Purple Spirit Island.

He didn't hesitate to cross the righteous-demonic battlefield just to save time; if Moon Wanderer arrived at Purple Spirit Island one step ahead, it would be a situation of waiting for the rabbit.

He is that rabbit.

"Purple Spirit Island, Purple Monkey Flower?"

In the Ten Thousand Immortals Society.

Moon Wanderer slowly withdrew her hand.

Opposite her, the previously gentle-tempered Duan Li now had a dull expression and a withered aura.

Purple Queen said cautiously: "The angler's statement can also verify the results on Duan Li's side. Demon Lord Qingyang indeed disappeared for a year or two after the Dry Wood Ridge mission. According to the time, it matches perfectly. However, why does Demon Lord Qingyang need such a poisonous flower as the Purple Monkey Flower?"

Why?

Moon Wanderer doesn't know.

But she knows that the other party spent so much energy, clearing out demon beasts and setting up island-surrounding formations, painstakingly cultivating the Purple Monkey Flower, must have some plan.

And he will definitely not easily give up the things there.

She waved her sleeves and turned to walk out of the dungeon.

Purple Queen followed behind, "True Person, how to deal with this Duan Li?"

"He is a Core Formation middle-stage cultivator after all, and his foundation is quite solid; keep him! I am currently lacking manpower; although he has been soul-searched by me, he still has the strength to fight."

"What about those disciples and followers of the Earth Mulberry Sect?"

"Kill them!" Moon Wanderer said lightly.

Purple Queen gave a hum, then asked again: "What about the Zhang family on Picking Lotus Island?"

Moon Wanderer waved her hand, "Kill them too, but keep that Zhou family girl; consider it me giving the Coral Sea Zhou family some face."

Purple Queen's face turned cold, and she lowered her head respectfully to respond.

In her heart, she thought that the True Person really dislikes Demon Lord Qingyang! Basically, anyone associated with him is just a word: kill.

Thinking carefully, she really wouldn't like him.

She doesn't know about the things in Mingzhao Heaven, but Demon Lord Qingyang did indeed forcibly snatch the Penglai Eight-Corner Pavilion from under her and the angler's hands.

That treasure was specifically requested by Moon Wanderer.

Moon Wanderer is so concerned about Demon Lord Qingyang now, presumably she is also preparing to snatch back the Penglai Eight-Corner Pavilion.

That's fine too!

If Qingyang doesn't return and the Zhang family is slaughtered, the eight-hundred-mile Peng Lake that was managed so hard will become an "ownerless object," and she can pick the peach.

The wooden kite's speed is extremely fast.

Luo Chen spent a full half-year going from Dry Wood Ridge to Purple Spirit Island in those years; this time, it took less than a month to arrive.

Although there was the reason that he relied on his own abilities, rushing and not taking detours, it was inseparable from the merit of the wooden kite.

Looking at the empty sea area, Luo Chen's eyes bloomed with spiritual light, and the next moment, an island shrouded in faint spiritual light came into view.

It was precisely the concealment formation he left behind in those years!

Without the cover of Seven Star Island, Purple Spirit Island is not so hidden.

If it weren't for the island-protecting formation he left behind, who knows how many cultivators and demon beasts would have been attracted.

Luo Chen lurked outside, waiting quietly for a while.

Until Han Zhan's voice came.

"Except for a Foundation Establishment late-stage cultivator on the island, there is no one else. It looks like Moon Wanderer hasn't come to catch you yet."

Luo Chen heaved a sigh of relief.

That's good!

As for that Foundation Establishment cultivator, he was not surprised.

Sang Jiugong said in those years that during the cultivation of the Purple Monkey Flower, it needs a dedicated person to protect it. The cultivator on the island should be a disciple of the Earth Mulberry Sect sent by him.

With a slight smile, Luo Chen no longer concealed his aura and went straight to Purple Spirit Island.

The simple cave dwelling that Luo Chen opened up in the past has now been carefully arranged.

Moon Grass for calming the heart and spirit, and Pale Spirit Flower for quenching spirit and taking in Qi are planted in the corner of the cave dwelling.

Such an arrangement shows that the cultivator living here has the intention of long-term residence.

Luo Chen looked at the honest middle-aged man who looked older than him and nodded with satisfaction.

"Jinghe, you've worked hard all these years."

Sang Jinghe stood respectfully opposite, his face full of surprise; he never expected that before the Purple Monkey Flower matured, Senior Qingyang would arrive early.

And he gave high praise to his work.

"Not hard, this is what I should do. Before Third Grandfather sat down, he specifically instructed me to take careful care of the Purple Monkey Flower here, and the junior dared not neglect it for a day."

Luo Chen smiled, his smile carrying a trace of regret.

Sang Jiugong has sat down.

Ten years after he left the Ten Thousand Immortals Society, he passed away due to the end of his lifespan.

For a Core Formation cultivator, it can be considered a decent ending.

It's just that he didn't get to see him for the last time before he sat down, which is truly a bit regrettable.

He still remembers the last meeting, which was on the Earth Sangdao full of spiritual mulberry trees, where the other party warmly invited him to travel together and enjoy the scenery of Earth Sangdao.

This Sang Jinghe was also a junior introduced to him by Sang Jiugong specifically at that time.

He is not a direct bloodline of Sang Jiugong, and the relationship between the two sides is relatively thin.

But he is indeed the only relative of Sang Jiugong, this lonely person, besides his disciples and followers.

Not only does he possess a slight blood relationship, but he also inherited Sang Jiugong's spiritual planting technique.

It can be considered that there is someone to carry on the legacy.

The other party arranged him here, far away from the disputes of the cultivation world, and he has lived here for almost thirty years!

For other cultivators, it can be considered an exile.

But in Luo Chen's view, it was Sang Jiugong's deep love for his junior before he passed away.

Not only far away from the disputes of the cultivation world, but also by borrowing the merit of cultivating the Purple Monkey Flower, he could gain favor here with Luo Chen.

The old friend has passed away, and Luo Chen is not stingy about taking care of the other party's descendants.

After all, this was also one of the agreements between the two in those years.

Therefore, after a simple consolation, Luo Chen went straight to the theme.

"I want to take away all the Purple Monkey Flowers on Purple Spirit Island now!"

"Ah!" Sang Jinghe was stunned, "But those poisonous flowers haven't matured yet! Although I used the ripening spiritual liquid given by Third Grandfather, it will take at least ten years of work at the very least."

Luo Chen raised his eyebrows, ten years faster than the original estimate of fifty years?

He didn't delve into the changes and continued: "After transplanting the spiritual herbs here, I won't return to the Ten Thousand Immortals Society, but intend to go elsewhere; are you willing to leave with me?"

Sang Jinghe was stunned again.

The Earth Mulberry Sect is still on the side of the Ten Thousand Immortals Society.

According to Third Grandfather's last words, as long as he completes this task, he can go back and inherit the position of Master of the Earth Mulberry Sect.

Now, Senior Qingyang actually wants to take him away together?

For a moment, he hesitated.

Luo Chen didn't urge him, but left the cave dwelling and came to the sinkhole where the Purple Monkey Flower was cultivated.

Whoosh...

The breeze blew, and an eight-corner pavilion slowly appeared, hovering above the sinkhole.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 652 =====

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