Chapter 1209: Long Life: My Farming-Style Cultivation Is Too Steady Chapter 1209: Thunder God Finger Bone!

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Protagonist:

Xu Zhangqing

The number of Cang Lei Ancient Clan cultivators was plummeting at an avalanche-like speed.

The purple-black lightning column was still locked in a stalemate with Luo Qinghan's Cold Moon, but the column's might was visibly waning.

"No!"

"Our Cang Lei Ancient Clan has inherited for tens of thousands of years; we cannot perish here!"

"We surrender!"

"We are willing to hand over all resources, only begging to keep our lives!"

The surviving Cang Lei Ancient Clan cultivators finally collapsed.

They dropped the magic treasures in their hands, knelt on the blood-stained Ice Rock Ground, and trembled all over like chaff in a sieve.

Seeing this scene, Baili Hong sheathed his saber and stood, turning to look at Luo Qinghan.

Luo Qinghan pushed upward with his right hand; the myriad-zhang Cold Moon let out a hum, and the purple-black lightning column finally could not hold, exploding from the middle with a boom.

Countless fine electric arcs scattered like raindrops between heaven and earth.

The surface of the stone tower dimmed, as if all its strength had been drained.

The ink-black thunderclouds gradually dispersed, and the sky returned to its original gray-white.

Mo Li withdrew his shadow, and Xu Zhangqing and the four others stepped once more onto the ice rock ground covered in cracks.

Yet the sight before them made one frown.

The entire city had been completely reduced to ruins.

Severed limbs and broken arms were everywhere, and deep, rift-like ravines split open everywhere.

Blood gathered into dark red brooks, gurgling through the cracks in the ice rock.

The bloody stench in the air was so thick it almost congealed into substance, especially pungent.

The surviving Cang Lei Ancient Clan cultivators now numbered only five.

They knelt on the ground, their Dao Hearts already shattered by Baili Hong.

Luo Qinghan walked expressionlessly to the five people: "Where is the Ancient God of the Thunder Dao's finger bone? By what method did you refine it into your bloodline, and by what way do you activate it!"

Upon hearing this, the five exchanged glances, and none dared to speak.

Luo Qinghan made no move, but one cultivator's right arm suddenly froze into an ice sculpture; then, from shoulder to fingertip, the entire arm disintegrated into the finest ice crystal powder in an instant.

Without Luo Qinghan making any move, one xiuxian zhe's right arm, without warning, turned into an ice sculpture, then from shoulder to fingertip, the entire arm was instantly broken down into the thinnest ice crystal fragments.

This person let out a miserable cry, falling to the ground and twitching and rolling.

The other four were so frightened they broke out in cold sweat, their minds and spirits both shattered!

Xu Zhangqing felt a question arise in his heart; he turned to look at Jin Buhuan, who had always stood behind the group and had not acted, and asked: "Chairman Jin, the Cang Lei Ancient Clan has inherited for tens of thousands of years in the Endless Star Domain; what exactly do they rely on?"

Jin Buhuan narrowed his shrewd eyes and replied: "Xu lineage disciple asks well. The Cang Lei Ancient Clan ranks seventh among the Ten Great Ancient Clans of the Endless Star Domain and has stood for thirty-eight thousand years; in the end, it relies on two things."

One is the complete inheritance of the Cang Lei True Explanation, and the other is the Ancient God of the Thunder Dao's finger bone.

Their First Generation Clan Leader was originally a Thunder Spirit Root Loose Cultivator, but during an expedition thirty-eight thousand years ago, he accidentally obtained a section of finger bone.

Not only did he comprehend the Cang Lei True Explanation from it, but he also rose all the way to establish the Cang Lei Ancient Clan.

Inside the Ancient God of the Thunder Dao's finger bone is contained the purest Thunder Dao origin law; for cultivators who practice thunder techniques, simply wearing the finger bone close to their body can increase their cultivation speed by more than ten times, let alone using it to comprehend the true meaning of the Thunder Dao.

It is precisely relying on this section of finger bone that they developed from an unremarkable Loose Cultivator into an Ancient Clan ranked seventh in the Endless Star Domain.

Just as Jin Buhuan's voice fell, among the five survivors kneeling on the ground, one person's gaze suddenly changed.

Fear and despair vanished, replaced by a touch of madness.

His pupils were replaced by two masses of rotating purple-black electric arcs.

Immediately, starting from his Qi Sea, flesh, bones, and everything within transformed into a mass of twisted red light.

The red light carried a purple-black finger bone and shot into the sky, so fast that even Feng Buhui and Lu Wangchuan's Divine Sense could only chase behind.

Red light carried a purple-black finger bone shooting into the sky, so fast that even Feng Buhui and Lu Wangchuan's divine sense could only chase behind it.

Feng Buhui coldly snorted; the spatial law threads between his fingers immediately recondensed, and within hundreds of li around, one new spatial restriction after another appeared out of thin air, layer upon layer wrapping the entire airspace tightly.

Lu Wangchuan acted almost in the same instant; although the spatial mark above his palm already had cracks on its surface, under the infusion of mana it still burst forth with dazzling silver light.

That silver light drove the entire blockaded space to converge on the red light from all directions.

Every restriction superimposed the spatial law of the previous layer.

Between them, they were interlocked in an extremely complex structure.

The blockaded area transformed into a spatial prison within two breaths.

However, when the red light struck the first restriction, the restriction melted a hole like thin paper; the following second and third layers only blocked for half a breath before being pierced through in succession.

The so-called spatial laws were simply not worth a single blow before the red light carrying the finger bone.

"Let's see how many layers you can break!"

Feng Buhui's eyes flashed with a cold glint; he suddenly spread his ten fingers outward, and over a hundred new spatial law threads burst forth in the surrounding void. Layer upon layer of restrictions surged forward like an endless tide.

Every time the red light broke through a layer, two new layers immediately blocked the way.

Both sides engaged in a war of attrition in this airspace of less than a hundred li square.

The speed at which the red light broke restrictions was astonishing, but under Feng Buhui and Lu Wangchuan's joint efforts, the speed at which restrictions were replenished actually gritted its teeth and held onto the rhythm of destruction.

After breaking through nearly two hundred layers of spatial restrictions, that red light finally approached the edge of the outermost blockade, with less than three li remaining before completely breaking out of the prison.

After that streak of red light broke through nearly two hundred Space Restrictions, it finally approached the blockade edge of the Chuceng, with less than three li of distance remaining before it could thoroughly break out of the cage.

The red light's fluctuations already showed an arrogant posture of being about to break free from its bindings.

Just at this critical juncture, Luo Qinghan made her second move.

She pinched an extremely simple hand seal with one hand, her index and middle fingers joined and flicked upward; although the main body of the ten thousand zhang cold moon behind her did not move, a wisp of extremely fine moon-white light beam split from the surface of the moon wheel.

That beam was as fine as a hair stretched to the extreme, yet wherever it passed, the void was directly frozen into an ice crystal corridor several hundred zhang long.

The temperature inside the corridor was so low that even the space law was frozen solid.

From afar, it seemed as if a glazed corridor leading to the end of the void had been erected in the air.

The beam arrived first despite being sent later, and at the moment the red light was about to tear through the last layer of space restriction, it precisely tapped the center.

The whole heaven and earth, in that instant, seemed to be pressed on pause by an invisible giant hand.

The red light stopped.

A layer of cold ice, thin as cicada wings yet harder than any mineral ore, spread rapidly inward from the outermost layer of the red light, finally turning that section of purple-black finger bone into an ice sculpture along with it.

Luo Qinghan's fingertip lightly tapped, the ice sculpture cracked a fine seam, the finger bone inside flew out on its own, and she received it into a jade box.

The moment the box lid closed, a layer of Taiyin moon soul appeared on the surface, completely isolating the finger bone's aura, not a trace leaking out anymore.

Xu Changqing saw it in his eyes and felt something was wrong in his heart: "Just got it like that?"