Chapter 1250: Longevity: My Farming-Style Cultivation Is Too Steady Chapter 1250: Eye of the Illusion!

·

·

·

Protagonist:

Xu Zhangqing

"Xu Zhangqing."

Kong Fang said in a deep voice: "Let's deal with Wan Tong first, then finish our appointment battle from back then!"

Xu Zhangqing smiled: "Fine!"

Hearing this, Kong Fang raised his left hand, his five fingers grasping emptily, and a tail feather condensed out of the void.

Only to see him shake it lightly, and the shape of that feather changed as it trembled.

The feather shaft extended and thickened, and the feathers spread out to both sides.

After several breaths, a seven-colored flowing feather fan appeared completely in his hand.

This item is called the "Seven Kill Fan."

It is a life-bound magic treasure personally refined by Kong Fang.

Using the life-bound true feather on the tail feather as material, it was refined through seven hundred years of sacrifice to complete.

Every time it is waved, a seven-colored wild wind is summoned.

After waving it seven times, a hurricane forms, and all things are decomposed.

In terms of power, it is at least five times that of the Seven-Colored Demonic Light.

"Interesting."

Xu Zhangqing carefully examined that feather fan; the seven-colored light on it pulsed with Kong Fang's breathing, like a living thing.

He nodded, then flipped his right hand.

Besides the Creation Green Lotus, five more supreme treasures flew out of Shen Guo one after another, revolving around him, each emitting pure Creation Power.

The first item, the Creation Brush.

The brush handle is warm and smooth like jade, the brush tip seems to exist yet not exist.

With every inhalation and exhalation, it is as if drawing an invisible spirit pattern in the void.

Using Creation Power to draw talismans and array patterns out of thin air, no cinnabar needed, no ink needed.

The second item, the Creation Seal.

The seal knob is carved with a tender shoot breaking through the soil, and the seal face is engraved with ancient Dao patterns.

A warm stream of Creation Power surged out instantly, rapidly repairing several damaged laws that had just been twisted by the Demon God Wan Tong.

The third item, the Creation Bead.

The bead body is semi-transparent, with cloud-like yun wen qi flowing inside.

With this in hand, no poison can invade; any toxin is decomposed into harmless spiritual energy.

The fourth item, the Creation Ruler.

A jade ruler about a chi long, with no markings on its body, only constantly flowing green light.

The four-directional space, originally compressed extremely tightly by the vortex, was forcibly stretched open a section.

The fifth item, the Creation Mirror.

A palm-sized bronze mirror.

The mirror surface reflected a mass of chaotic, yun wen qi like that when heaven and earth first opened.

At first, the chaotic qi on the mirror surface began to rotate; after several breaths, the chaos gradually dispersed, and the mirror surface clearly reflected the structure of every eye on the Demon God Wan Tong's body.

Seeing this scene, Kong Fang's eyes narrowed slightly, and he couldn't help but think to himself: "In just seven hundred years, this bastard has actually collected so many supreme treasures, truly unbelievable!"

Xu Zhangqing said seriously: "Kong Fang, Wan Tong's vortex relies on twisting laws to maintain itself.

I will use the Six Treasures of Creation to dismantle his law foundation, and you tear open his flesh body defense.

Whether we can 'live' and walk out depends on this time."

The Seven Kill Fan in Kong Fang's hand was raised slightly; the seven-colored light on the fan surface began to flow as if injected with life, and he nodded lightly: "Mm."

However, just as the two were about to act, the space vortex had a subtle pause.

This was not because the Demon God Wan Tong stopped attacking.

On the contrary, he was brewing a bigger strike.

After all, Xu Zhangqing and Kong Fang had summoned various treasures right in front of him; if he pretended not to see, that would be too stupid.

In the current situation, any normal person could see clearly.

Either everyone dies.

Or Wan Tong dies.

At this moment, the Demon God Wan Tong stood at the center of the vortex; in his remaining eyes, the dark red light had become intense to the point of almost turning black.

His body withered at a speed visible to the naked eye; the accumulation of fifty thousand years of Dao Xing was now being converted at any cost into the terrifying energy of twisted laws.

His skin and flesh shrank.

His bone armor cracked.

Even the ink-green body fluid on him evaporated rapidly.

At the cost of damaging his own Dao Xing, he pushed his killing move to a higher level.

"You can last this long against me; you indeed have some skill!"

"I have cultivated for a long time, and have never been pushed to this point!"

"Today, I will personally send you on your way!"

The words had barely fallen when the interior of the vortex underwent an extremely terrifying change.

The spaces entwined by dark red light were no longer merely twisted; they began to crack open.

Within every fragment of shattered space, an eye opened.

These eyes were not physical eyes on Wan Tong's body, but illusory eyes condensed from the power of twisting.

In an instant, the inner walls of the entire vortex were densely covered with over a hundred illusory eyes.

Though these eyes could not fire beam attacks like physical eyes, they possessed an even more deadly ability: gaze.

Wherever the gaze of each illusory eye fell, laws would fall into disorder and space would solidify.

Any target locked by the gaze would have their figure frozen in place.

And with over a hundred illusory eyes opening simultaneously, there was almost no blind spot.

When the gazes of these illusory eyes swept through the space vortex toward the battlefield, the ordinary cultivators on the Outer Perimeter faced true disaster.

Cultivators at the Unity stage or above could at least rely on their own law foundations to resist the effects of being gazed upon.

But for cultivators at the Nascent Soul stage and below, the moment they were targeted by the illusory eyes, the foundations within their Ti Nei were ruthlessly grasped by an invisible hand.

The operation of laws stagnated on the spot.

Their Divine Souls were also pinned within their Flesh Bodies, unable to move.

Immediately afterward, the Dark Red Blood Light surging from the spatial rifts would actively seek out these immobilized cultivators, drilling into their bodies like finding a Host, beginning to twist their laws, Dao rhythms, and foundations from within.

Once the twisted laws went out of control, the consequence fed back onto the Flesh Body was only one: death of body and extinction of Dao.

The Five Viscera and Six Bowels exploded in the backlash, the Dao foundation collapsed in disorder, and the whole person, from inside to outside, turned into a pool of blood in an instant.

Over twenty Nascent Soul stage cultivators lost more than half their number in the blink of an eye.

"No!!!"

At this moment, Chu Hong's eyes turned red.

He activated the Qianji Valley's Defensive Grand Array on one side to resist the blood light's interference for the remaining cultivators,

and roared hoarsely toward Luo Qinghan's direction: "Luo Siming, we can't hold on much longer, can we break that vortex..."

Luo Qinghan did not answer.

She understood better than anyone that unless Wan Tong Demon God's killing move was broken, no one present could leave alive.

A Demon God with fifty thousand years of Dao Xing was indeed terrifying.

"Qinghan."

The voice of her good friend Mo Li suddenly rang out from beside her: "Let me try!"

After saying this, her figure flickered, and her whole person turned into a shadow fused with darkness, swiftly darting toward the center of the space vortex.

The Shadow Law was actually fine under the Wan Tong Demon God's Domain suppression.

After all, she was moving through the dark side of laws, equivalent to a "fish that slipped through the net."

And the more suppression there was, the more Mo Li could find that one sliver of gap beneath the suppression.

Although the coverage of those illusory eyes was extremely broad, with almost no blind spots in the field of vision, it was enough for her to weave through them!