Chapter 613

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Protagonist:

Xu Zhangqing

The aftermath of the third tribulation lightning had just faded, and Zhu Fuxian had not yet caught his breath when the tribulation cloud vortex spun faster and faster; its originally murky gray gradually took on a layer of white, and the Golden Evil Qi grew denser and denser.

The oppressive feeling was heavier than before, the sense of threat even greater, and even many on Qingmu Peak could not help but retreat half a step.

Xu Zhangqing also felt his chest tighten, and his heart grew increasingly oppressed.

Someone suddenly shouted: "The fourth tribulation lightning is coming!"

As soon as the words fell, "zila, zila" roaring sounds came from within the tribulation cloud, as if countless metals were rubbing violently against each other.

Those who heard it felt their hair stand on end, and goosebumps rose all over their bodies.

Immediately afterward, a gray tribulation lightning at least twice as thick as the third one struck down.

However, everyone was surprised to discover that this lightning was different from the previous one.

As it fell, countless black vines drilled out from within, each covered with sharp barbs that flashed with a cold luster, like poisonous snakes bared fangs, rushing straight toward Zhu Fuxian below.

"It's the Entangling Soul Vine!"

"This thing can bind the flesh body and hook the divine soul!"

"The Golden Evil Qi on the barbs will drill into the divine soul, ten times more sinister than the Soul-Piercing Needle, a hundred times more vicious than the True-False Axe!"

Among those present were Nascent Soul True Monarchs who had undergone tribulation lightning; they recognized at a glance what kind of lightning this was and what damage it would cause.

Logically speaking, the tribulation lightning of an Inferior Nascent Soul would not be so terrifying.

It seems the greater reason is that Zhu Fuxian has lived two hundred years longer.

Unexpectedly, a layer of Heavenly Wrath was added on top of the Heavenly Condemnation.

The Entangling Soul Vines writhed in the air as if they had eyes, specifically drilling into the places where the True-False Axe had caused injuries earlier.

Seeing this, Zhu Fuxian's expression changed instantly.

He originally thought the third tribulation lightning was over, but unexpectedly there was a "foreshadowing" left behind.

He mobilized his Golden Core, and a green grain stalk flew out from his mouth; as spiritual power was continuously poured in, it grew larger bit by bit, soon exceeding five meters.

Its entire body also emitted a green fluorescence.

Illuminating Zhu Fuxian at the same time, it transformed into a domain.

He had guarded the Spirit Field for five hundred years; how could he not have a single trick?

Now, for the sake of success, he naturally held nothing back.

Vines carrying Golden Evil Qi fell down; the initial probing contact resulted in the discovery that this green grain stalk was extremely tough and could block their attacks.

No matter how they tried, as long as the green grain stalk within the domain had no problem, no damage would be caused.

Today was the Spring Equinox, the day the Spiritual Qi Tide erupted, and below was still Qingmu Peak, one of the Seven Great Immortal Peaks of the Dongting Immortal Sect.

Wood Spirit Qi was dense, and Life Force flowed endlessly.

Favorable timing, advantageous location, and harmonious people—all were possessed.

Zhu Fuxian saw this in his eyes and thought to himself: "Blocked?"

The green grain stalk was actually a seedling of jiahe.

It was top-grade spirit rice that could only be planted and cultivated in a Fifth-Grade Spirit Field.

Pity that he had only managed to obtain this one stalk.

However, what neither Zhu Fuxian nor everyone expected was that the vines transformed from the fourth gray tribulation lightning not only did not give up, but instead coiled around.

Like a dense mass of snakes, they constantly wandered nearby.

Every contact made the domain emit a "zila" scraping sound.

At first, under Zhu Fuxian's spiritual power support and the infusion of Wood Spirit Qi, the green grain stalk could easily block them.

But as time passed, the Golden Evil Qi condensed into a dark membrane outside the domain, like a filter net blocking the Wood Spirit Qi from outside.

The domain received no nourishment, and its range began to shrink bit by bit.

From originally a thick layer, it was now ground by the vines until thin as cicada wings.

With a "click" of a strange sound, a barb had already poked through.

At this moment, no matter how much spiritual power Zhu Fuxian consumed, it was all useless.

The fluorescence emitted by the green grain stalk... turned black.

The domain completely shattered, and Zhu Fuxian was exposed.

The whole person was immediately entangled by the vines, and the barbs, upon touching skin and flesh, went mad as if drilling inward.

Zhu Fuxian let out a muffled groan, and cold sweat instantly flowed down his forehead: "Ugh!"

He could feel the Golden Evil Qi flowing into his body along the barbs, more intense than the previous Soul-Piercing Needle, as if countless red-hot fine needles were stabbing his bones.

Even more terrifying was that the Entangling Soul Vine harmed not only the flesh body but also the divine soul.

Zhu Fuxian's vision swayed, and illusions appeared without warning.

The Spirit Field he had guarded for five hundred years was enveloped by a patch of Golden Evil Qi.

The spirit rice all withered, and the rice ears began to turn black.

The green bamboo he raised lost leaves one after another, and the bamboo stalks cracked with one wound after another.

One of his former friends, Lan Xin.

At this moment standing on the Spirit Field Ridge, wearing a coarse cloth garment, holding a hoe in his hand, his back was to Zhu Fuxian, his shoulders twitching, as if he could not bear the Spirit Field being destroyed and was therefore crying.

Zhu Fuxian's voice trembled, and he subconsciously reached out to pull the other person: "Old Lan!"

The closer the distance, the greater the pain inflicted on the Divine Soul, and the more real the surrounding illusions became.

Originally steady breath suddenly became chaotic.

"Senior Brother!"

"Senior Brother Zhu!"

"Zhu Hezhu!"

"Don't be deceived!"

Although the onlookers could not see the illusions, they could sense the changes in the other party.

At this moment, Qingmu Peak moved, its branches and leaves rapidly extending toward Zhu Fuxian.

Leaves descended with countless translucent threads of light, like fine spring rain pouring down, repairing his damaged body and Divine Soul bit by bit.

Zhu Fuxian abruptly recovered from his shock, and the illusions before his eyes instantly dissipated.

But the Entangling Soul Vine was still on him, its barbs piercing into his flesh one after another, Golden Evil Qi endlessly pouring inside, drawing ever closer to the Qi Sea.

One must know, this was the place where the Golden Core was stored; absolutely nothing could go wrong.

Zhu Fuxian gritted his teeth: "The Golden Core cannot go wrong!"

He decisively took out a brown pill.

This item was called the Wood Spirit Nine-All Pill, capable of protecting the body's vital points, a final gift given by his old friend Lan Xin before his death.

He had previously been unwilling to use it, but now it was too late if he did not use it.

Zhu Fuxian swallowed it in one gulp; the Wood Spirit Nine-All Pill melted upon entry, instantly transforming into a warm current that slid down his throat into his viscera, then continuously released heat.

Instantly, the Golden Evil Qi that had entered his body was driven out.

Just as this continued for a while, the Entangling Soul Vine finally dispersed.

However, the Fourth Tribulation Lightning was already so difficult to deal with; wanting to break through to the Nascent Soul Stage, he now had to endure five more, and each one was more terrifying than the last.

At this moment, the young disciples of the Immortal Sect among the crowd all revealed expressions of despair.

Even the Spirit Field Grain Master was like this; if it were them, the result was self-evident.

The Tribulation Clouds did not give Zhu Fuxian much time to catch his breath; the gray-white light in the vortex suddenly contracted, and when it exploded again, the Fifth Tribulation Lightning immediately struck down.

This bolt of lightning likewise had no physical form, but condensed into a tall mirror.

The mirror surface was misty gray, reflecting not only Zhu Fuxian but also the destroyed Spirit Field.

This time, even Xu Zhangqing and the others could see it clearly.

In the mirror, the spirit farmers Zhu Fuxian knew and recognized stood one by one on the opposing side, all shouting fiercely in rebuke: "Why undergo the tribulation?

Now the Spirit Field is destroyed, the Lingti are gone, it's all your fault!"