Chapter 296: Each Showing Supernatural Powers

The sound of killing was harsh, the earth shook and the mountains swayed.

Various escape lights flew, dodging and shifting in mid-air.

True qi surged across the wilderness, rumbling loudly, piercing the ears until they ached!

Looking up, one saw dark clouds covering the sky, thunder striking, golden light intertwined with raging fire, dazzling and eye-catching, rendering the sky above into a mottled color.

The brilliance flashed chaotically, extremely dazzling!

From time to time, someone would vomit blood and fall from the sky, being moved out of the Wide Wilderness Minor Realm, retiring in gloom.

From time to time, someone would successfully refine a "Yuji Silver Plate" and claim it for themselves.

Immediately, they would be overjoyed and also moved out of the Wide Wilderness Minor Realm, their task accomplished...

While the fighting in the arena was at its most intense,

Chen Hang didn't move, just sat on the mountain peak pressing his sword, watching coldly, his heart also slightly tightening.

Right now, they were only competing for the forty-eight "Yuji Silver Plates."

The means of those who descended were mostly not very high, so he didn't need to pay too much attention.

However, at a distant peak,

there were a few who made Chen Hang have to be careful.

"Tenth in the Purple Palace, Zhou Shiyuan of the Innate Xiantian Xiantian Mo Zong; eighth in the Purple Palace, Yin Quan of the Jiuzhen Sect..."

He swept his gaze over a pale-faced youth and a man dressed as a secular scholar, thinking to himself.

Those who can make the Year-End Evaluation list are naturally no ordinary people; their means are fierce and cannot be underestimated.

And if calculated according to the ranking on the Year-End Evaluation list,

whether it was Zhou Shiyuan of the Innate Xiantian Xiantian Mo Zong or Yin Quan of the Jiuzhen Sect, their rankings were both ahead of his own.

In this way,

it would inevitably take some effort...

Besides Zhou Shiyuan and Yin Quan, there was no lack of other good hands in the arena.

Like the outstanding disciple of this generation of the Soft Mystic Mansion, Zhang Yuxhen, who currently resides at the twenty-sixth rank of the Purple Palace.

Several outer-realm martial arts cultivators whose blood and qi were rolling, their skin like smooth gold and jade, with the sounds of dragons roaring and tigers howling faintly spreading from their bodies, their momentum extremely intimidating.

Solemn outer-realm heavenly humans with halos on their heads, spiritual flames shining, surrounded and guarded by clusters of green water and scorching heavenly flowers.

Disciples of the Eight Sects and Six Schools.

Members of the Twelve Great Families.

And a young monk whom Chen Hang had met once at the Yuquan Immortal Market, with a tall stature, wearing a five-colored brocade cassock, and a seven-treasure demon-subduing ring blade hanging at his waist...

The aura of this monk was extremely strange, like a half-withered, half-flourishing Sala tree, surrounded by a sense of life and death revolving.

Sometimes it was spring thunder breaking the soil, all things flourishing, presenting a scene full of vitality.

Sometimes it was heavy snow falling, accumulating several feet deep, and under the freezing sky, insects and beasts were all hibernating, with no movement at all...

Chen Hang had a vague premonition in his heart that this monk's true strength would likely surpass Zhang Yuxuan of the Rouxuan Mansion.

If it weren't the true Pure Land Zen Sect from the outer realm,

it would be hard to cultivate such a person!

Before long,

the forty-eight "Yuji Silver Plates" were snatched by the cultivators one after another.

The number of people in the arena at this moment was eight or nine-tenths less than before, showing the cruelty of the fighting.

The sky was silent first, and after a short half-quarter of an hour, there was cold mist and cold immortal music.

Then a golden light suddenly tore through the gale clouds, not knowing where it started or where it came from, coming very fast, like a star flying or lightning flashing, disappearing in the blink of an eye!

"It's here!"

Seeing this scene, most of the cultivators in the arena felt a touch of excitement, secretly shouting.

The "Chongzheng Golden Plate" is different from the "Yuji Silver Plate." In the next round of the Dharma Assembly, it depends on the number of talismans in the cultivators' plates to determine the final ranking.

The silver plate only serves to carry talismans, equivalent to an entry ticket, but has no other wonders.

As for the golden plate, it has the ability to divide; if you place a talisman on it, after a few breaths, a total of two talismans will appear.

This ability to turn one into two

also means that the "Chongzheng Golden Plate" is naturally a step ahead of the "Yuji Silver Plate"!

Anyone who intends to compete for a high ranking in this marriage-selection Dharma Assembly is determined to get this "Chongzheng Golden Plate" and cannot easily give it up!

And at this moment,

when the golden light swept across the sky, it tore through the atmosphere, emitting a sharp whistling sound that echoed for miles!

A female cultivator wearing a thin gauze skirt, with a seductive appearance and bold clothing, saw this situation and couldn't help but be happy.

Seeing that the golden light was clearly coming straight toward her, she hurriedly took out a small gourd that was entirely green, smooth, and slippery, as if carved from green jade, muttered words, and shook it forward.

As the baleful smoke darted about, a ghost demon three zhang tall, with a green face and fangs, holding an iron chain and a long whip, leaped out.

After manifesting its body, it did not hesitate at all; the great ghost immediately opened its dark, sharp teeth and bit fiercely through the air toward the incoming golden light!

Its ferocity was exposed, truly terrifying!

The green gourd talisman is called the Shen Wei Yinkong Gourd, a unique talisman of the Zhuochang Temple in the East Huan State.

It is not granted to anyone other than the direct disciples of the Zhuochang Temple, and its origin is not small.

This gourd needs to be mixed with green flower silver essence, Nanhua sand, cloud beam gypsum, and a hundred-spirit gale evil from the Mother-Son Mountain in the far west, mixed and formed, quenched by water and fire, and then blessed day and night by the secret method of the Zhuochang Temple before it is finally completed.

This not only has the material of a magic treasure,

but when the user's Daoist attainment is sufficient, and it is carefully refined with their own life essence and magic power,

this Shen Wei Yinkong Gourd can naturally break away from the rank of immortal talismans and truly enter the category of magic treasures!

And this treasure is born with three ghost demons, which can not only be used as talisman armor warriors to do all kinds of fighting, but if the owner of the Shen Wei Yinkong Gourd encounters a life-and-death catastrophe and their life is not guaranteed, they can also recite the spell to make these ghost demons take the injury and die for them.

And if the owner of the Shen Wei Yinkong Gourd has sufficient Daoist attainment,

they can even use the ghost demon's body as a tripod to set up a backup in advance.

Making themselves return from death to life is not impossible!

The fact that this female cultivator holds the Divine Tail Yin Void Gourd in her hand at this moment reveals her identity as an outstanding figure of the Turbid Constant Temple.

And in just a moment,

the ghost demon's white sharp teeth were only three inches away from the incoming golden light.

At the same time, it was seen that in the golden light, it was exactly a golden round plate.

Carved upon it are nine Ying dragons, winding and flowing along the edge of the disk, lifelike and vivid, appearing almost like living creatures; it is an exceptionally magnificent and ingenious sight.

But the moment the sharp teeth bit down, the nine Ying dragons winding and roaming on the "Chong Zheng Golden Disk" suddenly had their eyes shine brightly, and their wings flapped in unison.

With lightning speed, it suddenly increased its escape speed by several times, easily moving several zhang away.

The ghost demon's neck-stretching was naturally a futile bite, gaining nothing.

"How could this be?"

The female cultivator of the Zhuochang Temple exclaimed, her thin gauze rising and falling, a trace of disbelief in her eyes.

The three ghost demons in the Shen Wei Yinkong Gourd were each extraordinary. If they encountered ordinary Dao soldiers or talisman armor, they would be enough to easily defeat a hundred. Even her Purple Palace fellow disciples in the Zhuochang Temple would not dare to face the ghost demons alone.

Otherwise, with one moment of relaxation, their lives would be in danger!

And with the ability of the ghost demons, they couldn't take down a "Chongzheng Golden Plate," which was also bizarre.

When the "Yuji Silver Plate" fell earlier, taking it was truly easy; it only took some effort during refining.

It was very different from the scene of facing the "Chongzheng Golden Plate" right now...

And just because of this delay,

the golden plate had already flown nearly a mile away.

Before the female cultivator of the Zhuochang Temple could drive the ghost demons to do anything else,

a scholar in plain white clothes smiled slightly, took out a vermilion brush from his sleeve, wrote the word "Prison" in the air, and at the same time, a white light burst from the top of his head, rising into the sky, stirring up the clouds, and rolling toward the "Chongzheng Golden Plate."

Like an arm reaching out, wanting to scoop the golden plate into his hand from the air!

After the word "Prison" was completed, the golden plate, which had been flying across the sky like lightning and thunder, suddenly stopped.

As if fixed in mid-air by some kind of force.

Like a cocoon in a cocoon, movement was difficult!

However, when the white qi reached out,

thousands of rays of light flew out from the "Chongzheng Golden Plate," like a lamp niche lighting up, everything in sight was bright.

Immediately, the thousands of rays of light that burst out, together with the entire "Chongzheng Golden Plate," suddenly merged into an extremely thin and narrow golden blade.

Like a divine weapon breaking the seal, appearing between heaven and earth, sharp and incomparable, sharp and peerless!

When the golden blade condensed, it only shook slightly, and it broke free from the shackles of the word "Prison."

Immediately, it met the incoming white qi, and with a few "crack" sounds, like tearing silk, it easily tore the white qi to pieces, turning it into pieces of cloud.

This sudden change made many people in the arena feel a chill in their hearts.

And the reason the scholar only took action now,

ignoring the "Yuji Silver Plate" and only seeking a "Chongzheng Golden Plate," was naturally because he had his own skills.

Although his carefully prepared means were broken, he was not too flustered.

He just chanted a few times, pointed his finger heavily, and then thousands of elite soldiers appeared, wearing armor and holding weapons, beating war drums, sounding the golden advance, flags shining in the sun, rushing forward with the peerless momentum of sweeping away demons!

And arranging the formation, calculating the troops,

he actually surrounded the golden blade transformed by the "Chongzheng Golden Plate" in the center of the battle circle unknowingly, surrounding it tightly!

Seeing this scene,

many people in the arena had a trace of surprise on their faces, and Chen Hang's eyes also moved slightly.

The Great Thousand World, ten thousand heavens and ten thousand Daos, countless masses like dust and sand, impossible to count...

In this universe,

besides the orthodox immortal Dao, there are naturally other methods of transcending and becoming a saint.

Equally ordained by the Mystic Tribulation, one can cultivate and prove the supreme long-life Dao!

Back in the Southern Region,

he had already seen Tu Shan Ge, who cultivated the incense divine Dao, and Yuan Yangsheng, who cultivated the gale evil martial Dao.

After entering the Earth Abyss, there were Jing Xiu and Zhao Xiu, who used the Nether Ghost Dao as their foundation.

As for the Demon Dao, Heavenly Human Law, and the Western Sandmen's teachings,

all kinds of things, even more numerous to count...

As for the human Dao, he saw it for the first time today, and it was quite an eye-opener.

When the scholar performed the technique, there was no fluctuation of true qi in his body, but he vaguely gave Chen Hang a sense of guiding the heavenly machine, following the trend, and inheriting the luck of heaven, merging with the yin and yang of heaven and earth, and flowing with the four seasons and all things.

Yet he was not bound or restricted by it, possessing a point of spiritual clarity, governing inside and outside.

Such a cultivation method is also mysterious...

However, having said that, the scholar's means, in Chen Hang's view, were not very brilliant.

In just a few breaths, the thousands of soldiers he summoned were all slaughtered by the golden blade transformed by the "Chongzheng Golden Plate," not one left.

Immediately, the golden blade shook in the air, and with the momentum of thunder, it suddenly rushed toward the scholar's head, making the scholar's face sink.

He was just about to perform the technique again, but unexpectedly, the golden blade was just a feint, making him startled, and then it moved its figure again and threw itself into the distance.

"..."

Seeing this scene,

the scholar felt very helpless and embarrassed, and could only sigh while covering his face.

And at this moment,

as the golden blade wandered around the Wide Wilderness Minor Realm, constantly flashing and disappearing, it naturally caused the cultivators in the arena to take action one after another.

For a time, spiritual energy surged like a tide, various lights appeared, which was dazzling.

Except for the forty-eight cultivators who had snatched the "Yuji Silver Plate" and were moved out of the Wide Wilderness Minor Realm,

and those who were moved away due to injuries during the fighting,

although the number of people in the arena was greatly reduced, there were still hundreds of them.

Among them, there was no lack of those who were specifically staying here to watch the fun.

And after a while, seeing the golden blade flying across the sky, its momentum pressing people,

Zhou Shiyuan sneered slightly, raised his hand, and casually struck out a group of yin fire, driving several cultivators who were watching the fun nearby out of the Wide Wilderness Minor Realm.

Watching those people's figures being covered by a group of golden light in an instant and leaving the clouds, he shook his head:

"Monkey plays can indeed make people laugh, but if you watch too much, you will eventually get bored. You clowns, don't make trouble here anymore. You have entertained my ears and eyes enough!"

As soon as these words came out,

most of the cultivators in the arena frowned.

And the female cultivator of the Zhuochang Temple and the human Dao scholar had even uglier faces, saying nothing.

Zhou Shiyuan didn't pay attention to everyone's reaction, just urged his mystic attack, and a black qi hand, dozens of zhang in size and rolling with yin evil, emerged from the top of his head.

Without any movement, the big hand just grabbed it fiercely, and firmly grasped the golden blade!

During this period, although the golden blade shot out countless rays of light, no matter how it cut, it was difficult to break through the big hand in the end.

After a few breaths, it could only reveal the original appearance of the "Chongzheng Golden Plate," which was lightly collected into his sleeve by Zhou Shiyuan.

And after doing all this, he didn't leave, just stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes dark.

Before long,

there was another loud noise in the sky, and the second "Chongzheng Golden Plate" fell from the clouds.

And this time, it was Zhang Yuxuan who, after fighting with several outer-realm cultivators, spent some effort to get the second "Chongzheng Golden Plate" into his hands.

"..."

At this moment, the atmosphere in the arena had become much more oppressive unknowingly, quite subtle.

Many people's eyes flickered, their auras fluctuated, obviously hiding some thoughts.

Chen Hang swept his gaze over several people, sneered slightly in his heart, and didn't care.

It was just that after waiting for a while, there was another loud noise in the sky, and when the third "Chongzheng Golden Plate" fell,

he urged his sword light, and disappeared into the sky in the blink of an eye!

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