Chapter 367

The two black-clad elders and the four Hua Yun siblings attacked simultaneously.

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Chapter 363: Primordial God-Demon Wu Zhi Qi

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The black-clad old man turned into black thick smoke; amidst the rolling smoke, four grindstone-sized palms spewed black spiritual light, wailing as they shot out, their palms hiding rapidly spinning vortices, and moreover came the sharp sound of soul-hooking and spirit-seizing.

The four Hua Yun siblings simultaneously opened their mouths, and countless sharp, grim white lights crisscrossed, instantly covering the void within a hundred-li radius.

The white light sprayed from Hua Feng and Hua Yu's mouths turned out to be countless thumb-thick chains bristling with barbs. The tough chains emitted a crisp 'ding-lang-lang' sound, forming layer upon layer of spider‑net shapes in the air that enveloped the two black‑clad old men.

From Hua Yun and Hua Xue's mouths spewed countless palm‑sized crescent‑shaped blades.

The sky‑filling blades danced wildly, like countless flower petals scattering down.

The blades swiftly darted through the gaps of the tightly woven chain net, slashing at the two black‑clad old men from all directions.

"The Hua clan… merely a wealthy family of Pinghu Commandery." A sharp laugh came from the two masses of smoke.

The two black‑clad old men seemed to have been roughed up by Wu Tie's Myriad Blades Cart, even their companion brothers were each slain. In fact, it was because the Myriad Blades Cart itself is immensely powerful, the black‑clad old men underestimated it, and Wu Tie struck almost like a sneak attack, yielding such a result.

Just considering these two black‑clad old men, the Heaven‑Patrolling Secret Guard they command can cause a huge commotion throughout the Central Constant State, leaving the Demon‑Sealing Hall's Central Constant branch hall somewhat disheveled and weary, even the Lord of Nine Mountains Prefecture was wounded by their assassination.

To wield such great power shows how strong they themselves are.

At the very least, they are no weaker than Mister Mu of that day, and may even be stronger by a notch.

At this moment, the two unleashed their full power; the black thick smoke they spewed engulfed vast numbers of falling blades, and a continual 'hiss‑hiss' sounded as the sky‑filling blades were corroded by the black smoke into specks of rusted iron that kept falling from the air.

The four grindstone‑sized black palms slammed heavily onto the dense chain net.

With a loud boom, countless sections of the bright white chain net shattered, fragments flying everywhere; Hua Feng and Hua Yu each gave a muffled groan, their bodies violently trembling as they staggered back in midair, simultaneously spitting a mouthful of blood.

Two black shadows flickered in midair.

The body‑protecting treasure light on Hua Yun and Hua Xue trembled violently; Hua Yun let out a muffled groan, two streams of blood spurting from his nostrils. Hua Xue, slightly weaker than Hua Yun, had her body‑protecting treasure light torn open a crack after a violent tremor, and like the delicate skin of a sixteen‑year‑old girl, a deep wound suddenly split open on her.

Hua Xue shrieked and wailed, and suddenly countless extremely fine white lights sprayed outward from her surroundings, truly like a downpour blanketing all directions.

These were countless needles as fine as ox hair, each a foot long.

The craftsmanship of the needles is exquisitely superb; each needle is densely inscribed with countless attack runes, besides large swirling cloud patterns. Once the needles fly, they vibrate violently, each producing a hundredfold phantom, making their attack direction impossible to grasp.

With an all‑direction covering attack, the two black‑clad old men used an evasive technique to close in and strike Hua Yun and Hua Xue; at this moment they lay within Hua Xue's attack range.

Lu Ran, who had been motionless behind them, suddenly burst into loud laughter.

"Elder Xue, this set of Illusory Cloud Needles you're using—wasn't it forged by me for you 180 years ago?" Lu Ran shouted shrilly: "How dare you use the immortal weapon I forged for you against my family's elder?"

Lu Ran gave a loud laugh, formed hand seals, and pointed at Hua Xue.

The countless needles emitted a sharp, piercing cry, suddenly tracing swift arcs in the air, their speed tripling as they stabbed toward Hua Xue.

"Little sister!" Hua Yun, Hua Feng, and Hua Yu shouted in unison.

With incessant 'puff‑puff' sounds, Hua Xue was pierced by countless needles like a porcupine; dozens of needles stabbed through her brow, directly piercing her Divine Fetus. The needles emitted tiny explosions, and Hua Xue's delicate body burst apart.

"First one!" the black‑clad old men laughed in unison.

They appeared behind Hua Feng and Hua Yu, and two ferocious‑looking Demonic Wolf Fang Spikes shot out, each nine feet long and fist‑thick, adorned with sharp demonic heads that emitted piercing whistles as they heavily struck the backs of Hua Feng and Hua Yu.

The spikes spun rapidly; Hua Feng and Hua Yu's body‑protecting treasure light burst into countless specks, and their body‑protecting secret treasures emitted a piercing shatter. Obviously, their secret treasures were far inferior in quality to the two Demonic Wolf Fang Spikes, and their cultivation lagged behind the black‑clad old men, making it clear their defenses were about to be pierced.

Hua Yun gave a long shout and violently shook his sleeve.

A fist‑sized pavilion woven from countless golden bamboo filaments flew out of his sleeve; its gate suddenly opened, a figure flew out from within, and then rapidly expanded in size.

One person, two persons, three persons…

In just a few breaths, nine figures walked out of the pavilion, all dressed in white robes, with white hair and white beards, their whole bodies exuding a rich aura of ancient vigor.

"Nine Elders." Hua Yun bowed deeply to the nine white‑haired elders.

"Little Xue." A white‑haired elder reached out his hand into the void, and a dim, vague silhouette suddenly coalesced.

Hua Xue's Divine Fetus was shattered, her soul nearly completely crushed; this elder forced a massive amount of mana to condense her soul, barely managing to retrieve a wisp of remnant spirit. If there were a spirit‑restoring elixir to repair her soul and then seize a new body, Hua Xue would still have a chance to regain her former cultivation.

But the two black‑clad old men would not give Hua Xue that chance.

Just after releasing the two Demonic Wolf Fang Spikes, the two black‑clad old men suddenly flashed before the white‑haired elder holding Hua Xue's remnant soul, simultaneously emitting a terrifying soul‑hooking, spirit‑seizing howl.

On the flat ground a black whirlwind rose; the white‑haired elder's hold on Hua Xue's remnant soul 'popped' apart, completely turning into a wisp of green smoke that drifted away.

"You… deserve death… this is… the Ghost King's Soul‑Hooking Demonic Sound? You are, the Heaven‑Patrolling Secret Guard of the Great Wei Divine State!" The nine white‑haired elders, obviously far more experienced than the Hua siblings, instantly recognized the origin of the howl after the two black‑clad old men had just bellowed.

The two black‑clad old men gave a strange, unified laugh, shouting loudly: "The treasure has ripened, children, hurry to seize your opportunity! Lu Ran, protect them with your Dharma!"

Eighteen black‑clad men rose in unison, cautiously approaching the motionless Water‑Fire Gourd floating in midair that was swallowing three long dragons.

Lu Ran shook his hands, each grasping a heavy round shield; he faced away from the eighteen youths and toward the nine Hua elders and Hua Yun, stepping backward cautiously.

"You two cannot withstand our nine." The white‑haired elder, who had just been casting to condense Hua Xue's remnant soul but was interrupted by the two black‑clad old men, said in a low voice: "This treasure belongs to the Hua family alone—withdraw quickly; we will not pursue your killing of Hua Xue."

"You're afraid!" a black‑clad old man shrieked with a sharp laugh: "You fear our Heaven‑Patrolling Secret Guard… but no, you Hua clan are merely a wealthy household of Pinghu Commandery; you dare not provoke our Heaven‑Patrolling Secret Guard."

Shaking his head, the black‑clad old man said coldly: "But how could we retreat? If this treasure fell into your hands, within a few years you'd surely march on the gate of our Heaven‑Patrolling Secret Guard to take revenge—how could we possibly hand it over to you?"

He sighed and muttered: "Moreover, for this treasure we have mobilized countless resources of the Heaven‑Patrolling Secret Guard in violation of regulations… the whole Central Constant State's hidden agents and informants have been fully activated by us… this is a capital crime… without this treasure, our entire clan would die."

Another black‑clad old man also burst into loud laughter: "Therefore, this treasure must be ours… as for you being many… heh."

The two black‑clad old men laughed wildly in unison, flung their wide sleeves, and tossed out dozens of palm‑sized ashen jade talismans.

"Void Great Teleportation Talisman!" the nine white‑haired elders roared in anger.

Then they all acted together.

Nine imposing dragon‑carved heavy swords burst from their sleeves; nine swords each one zhang long and two chi wide took up the nine‑palace positions, then suddenly shot out countless white sword qi to slash at those ashen jade talismans.

The Void Great Teleportation Talisman is an extremely precious ultra‑long‑distance instantaneous translocation device.

These talismans work in pairs; activating one immediately transports its holder beside the activator of its mate.

The black‑clad old men threw out nearly eighty ashen jade talismans—doesn't that mean they have nearly eighty reinforcements?

The ashen jade talismans burst with blinding light; the black‑clad old men shouted at the top of their lungs: "Now that it's come to this, drop everything else, don't worry about those brats' lives or deaths, brothers, lads, the rise and fall of our house hangs on this—come to our aid at once!"

In the light and shadow emitted by each ashen jade talisman, a figure swiftly appeared.

These people are the black‑clad old men's clansmen, who have been stirring up trouble with the Heaven‑Patrolling Secret Guard throughout the Central Constant State to draw the attention of the Demon‑Sealing Hall's Central Constant branch. Having activated the Void Great Teleportation Talisman, the black‑clad old men immediately abandoned whatever they were doing, heedless of the fate of any subordinate Heaven‑Patrolling Secret Guard nearby, and teleported straight here.

With just the snap of a finger, they could arrive here.

Their family's thousand-year plot, a thousand-year scheme at any cost, the nearly eighty clansmen who came to aid—each one possessed cultivation at the Fetal Storage Realm's higher stage or above.

The sword light bursting from the Nine Palaces Sword Formation struck heavily against the thirty-six jade talismans.

Amid a thunderous boom, twenty-one of the thirty-six jade talismans shattered with a bang; the figures within the light spat out great clouds of blood mist, then their silhouettes suddenly dissipated.

During the process of the Void Grand Displacement, the talismans were destroyed, crushed by the Void's power; these people would not die, but would lose half their lives.

From the other fifteen talismans burst dazzling spiritual light; these fifteen, wielding powerful strange treasures, stubbornly resisted the erosion of the sword light and spatial turbulence, forcing their forms out of the talismans.

Meanwhile, several dozen other talismans simultaneously burst forth with a strong light, and figures clad in tight black clothing appeared one after another.

"Huang family, you dare to seize our clan's supreme treasure… exterminate your whole line." The two initial black-clad elders cried out in unison.

The fifty-six newly appeared black-clad individuals simultaneously erupted with mana fluctuations at the Fetal Storage Realm's higher stage or above; they let out low, prolonged howls, their forms turning into clumps of black smoke, twisted silhouettes flickering in the void, and they launched an attack together against the twelve Huayun.

They outnumbered us several times over, and the Patrol Heaven Secret Guard themselves are experts in killing and assassination, adept at fighting life for life; their cultivation method, like the Divine Martial Army's secret transmission, surpasses in quality the vast majority of cultivation arts in the world.

Huang family, just as the black-clad elder said, although their clan is powerful, they are merely a prominent aristocratic family of an ordinary Pinghu Commandery.

Above Pinghu Commandery lies Jiushan Prefecture.

Above Jiushan Prefecture lies Zhongheng State.

The portion of the Patrol Heaven Secret Guard held by the black-clad elder is a formidable force that could throw Zhongheng State into utter chaos.

Groans and wails continued without cease; the protective treasure light on Huayun and the others was swiftly shattered, their bodies split open with deep gashes reaching the bone, even revealing entrails, they kept spitting blood, being beaten back step by step.

The Nine Palaces Sword Formation frenziedly sprayed sword light in all directions, yet they could hardly find any trace of these black-clad individuals.

These black-clad individuals' family-secret cultivation method is truly superlative in evasion techniques.

"Let's fight them to the death!" The nine Huang family ancestors roared in unison.

They simultaneously formed hand seals and chanted an incantation in unison; then came the sound of a dragon's roar and a phoenix's cry from within them, nine beams of white light shot up from their heads and coalesced into a white great bell a hundred zhang tall, with a massive, sturdy bell body.

The bell's surface bore carved dragons and painted phoenixes, its whole body exuding a terrifying sharpness; inside the bell, white light mottled, faintly revealing countless knives, spears, swords, and halberds drifting within the light.

"The Myriad Soldiers Bell… this is our Huang family's clan-protecting immortal weapon!" The nine Huang family ancestors shouted hoarsely: "Today, we shall decide life or death!"

Dozens of black-clad individuals, expressionless, launched an attack against the nine Huang family ancestors.

That expanse of void was instantly shrouded in white light and black smoke; both sides knew this battle determined their clan's fate, and they all fought with lethal intent.

Meanwhile, the eighteen black-clad men, under Lu Huang's protection, had cautiously approached to within a hundred zhang of the Waterfire Gourd, each emitting their own aura, focusing intently as they whispered to the Waterfire Gourd, hoping to communicate with it and have it choose them.

Lu Huang occasionally glanced back at the eighteen youths of his clan, then at his own top experts and the Huang family's desperate battlefield; his body, like an iron ingot, trembled slightly.

This is a battle that concerns their clan's fate.

If they could seize the innate spiritual treasure, their clan would soar to great heights, and in the future they would become a hegemon within the Great Wei Divine State.

If they were defeated…

Heh, even if they escaped from here, fled Zhongheng State's territory, their illicit use of so many Patrol Heaven Secret Guard resources this time would still merit the execution of their entire clan; the Great Wei Divine State's punishment would be far harsher than that of the Great Jin Divine State.

A terrifying roar echoed.

On Lu Huang's scalp, a column of water vapor shot up to the heavens, and a suffocating murderous aura, like a tsunami, surged outward in all directions.

A figure a hundred zhang tall, resembling a giant ape, appeared out of thin air above Lu Huang's head; then he stamped down heavily, and with one foot crushed Lu Huang to pieces.

"Jie jie~zii!"

This terrifying sound released a tremendous roar toward the sky, then his head lunged forward, his neck suddenly elongating to several hundred zhang; the massive sound wave turned into a white shockwave that burst outward, the eighteen black-clad men were hit by the wave, simultaneously spitting blood and flying back, directly knocked unconscious by the shock.

That terrifying, massive figure flashed forward and arrived before the Waterfire Gourd, its whole body erupting with a power like a tsunami, simultaneously exuding an inconceivably pure innate water-element force.

"Choose me, or them?"

The massive figure let out a low growl toward the Waterfire Gourd: "Me, or them?"

With a great roar, the ape-like massive body spewed out blazing flames.

The innate Wu water and innate Bing fire, the innate water and fire forces, transformed into a black and a red long dragon, which this terrifying figure seized in its hands and waved wildly.

In the midst of the fierce battle, several cries of shock and anger, intermingled with roars and curses, were heard.

"The innate divine demon Wu Zhiqi… but Wu Zhiqi is a water demon… how, how, how, how did he master water and fire power?"