“Wretch!”
Daoist Qinglong, who had remained expressionless even if Mount Tai were to collapse before him, finally wore an expression of utter terror—
The aura of a Late-Stage Nascent Soul instantly swept through the entire formation, causing the ground to cave in by several zhang!
Only now did he display his true power, but unfortunately, it was already too late!
Under the immense pressure, as if a ten-thousand-ton mountain had suddenly pressed down upon her head, the green-clothed female cultivator bled from her seven orifices, barely able to move even a finger!
Even the surrounding wind ceased to blow. In a mere instant, Qinglong's figure flew before her, his sword fingers thrusting straight toward her forehead!
Just as Qinglong's fingertips were about to pierce Nan Zhi's forehead, a wisp of black smoke squirmed and crawled up from Nan Zhi's wrist. She squeezed out a delighted smile and said, word by word:
“Fighting above my stage... the victory... is... mine.”
In the next instant, the infant corpse-like artifact in her hand suddenly spewed thousands of tendrils of tangible black mist, swallowing both of them directly into it!
The black mist was incredibly overbearing, lunging straight at Qinglong. In just a split second, it dissolved half of his arm. The latter shrieked, transformed into a speck of spiritual light, and flew a hundred zhang away!
Nan Zhi was engulfed and surrounded by this black mist, feeling as if she were placed inside the belly of a colossal, living slime. Inch by inch, the black mist coiled, devoured, and crawled across her exposed skin—
It attempted to devour Nan Zhi, but recoiled in disgust.
If there were a system prompt, it would definitely look like this:
【Cultivator Nan Zhi has been attacked by the “Corpse of Old Nan.”】
【The “Corpse of Old Nan” spat you out, finding you unpalatable, and wore a disgusted expression.】
“Don't eat me! You cursed thing, I can't be sacrificed!”
Regaining her freedom, Nan Zhi hastily raised the infant corpse and shoved it even harder into the formation eye:
“Eat it! Dead child, hurry up and eat!”
If she was any slower, that bastard Qinglong would escape!
Nan Zhi had witnessed the power of the Corpse of Old Nan before.
Let alone a Nascent Soul cultivator, it could easily devour even a fully transformed great demon.
If she had taken out the Corpse of Old Nan from the very beginning, not only would the surrounding living beings have suffered, but with Qinglong's capabilities, he definitely would not have given Nan Zhi any opportunity to get close.
Daoist Qinglong wanted to kill her, and coincidentally, she had no intention of letting him off either.
The plump child nudged its feet. Unsure if it understood her or not, it suddenly opened its mouth, its sharp teeth chewing a couple of times, emitting a series of hair-raising crunching sounds:
“Crack.”
“Crack.”
“Crack.”
Accompanied by the distinct crunching sounds, the venomous resentment in Daoist Qinglong's eyes grew deeper. In the next instant, the pale red formation on the ground cracked and shattered, and a colossal fissure suddenly ripped across the sky.
“Boom...”
The formation shattered with a bang, followed immediately by a deafening roar.
The sky split open.
Nan Zhi's eyes widened.
No, the sky had not split open.
A bolt of lightning that pierced the vault of heaven tore through the sky. The once azure sky now looked like a shredded canvas as purple lightning, thick as mountains, crashed down with the majestic wrath of heaven!
Slowly striking the silver chimes of heaven, rolling purple lightning and thunder roared.
With a force that could destroy heaven and earth, it struck toward Qinglong.
At this moment, as far as the eye could see, time seemed to stand still, and even the white clouds and clear sky beside her were frozen in place.
What Nascent Soul powerhouse, what half-step Deity Transformation?
Under the grand power of the Heavenly Dao, they were like mere mayflies.
This was the true mayfly shaking the heavens!
A hundred-meter-thick lightning dragon crashed down, leaving only a single sound between heaven and earth.
Amidst the absolute silence of all things, a deafening ringing filled her ears!
“Accursed heaven! They are but mere mortals! Why?! Why?!”
Daoist Qinglong roared in fury, resisting desperately within the electric glow. But the lightning surged violently; how could he possibly withstand the majesty of the Heavenly Dao?!
The Demon Suppression Monastery floating in the air shook violently. A massive Three-Fire Candle Turtle Ruler drilled out from the ground, gradually shrinking as it landed in the Taoist's hand—
It truly was an extraordinary magic treasure. It shone with brilliant gold, sparkling with five treasures, and measured three inches long. Made of Candle Turtle shell and inlaid with Kui Ox hide, it emitted spots of precious light, firmly protecting Daoist Qinglong!
“I offered my heart to you! The supreme Great Dao, to share longevity together!”
Seeing the formation destroyed and the Heavenly Dao detecting his presence, Qinglong's face turned ashen. He reached out and grabbed the struggling Immortal Danxia, questioning her loudly:
“If not for you, how could I have ended up in such a state! Xia Niang, Xia Niang, are you still unwilling to realize this...”
“Go to hell.”
Before his voice could fade, a dagger was plunged into his chest. Immortal Danxia remained expressionless, but a wave of sheer satisfaction welled up in her eyes:
“Since you speak of your deep affection for me and your willingness to be loving Dao companions for lifetime after lifetime, then let us die together! Die together!”
“You're mad!”
Qinglong cursed aloud, his eyes filled with utter disbelief and hurt:
“What is so bad about the Great Dao and longevity? To have a lifespan equal to heaven and earth, to shine as brightly as the sun and moon—I handed everything to you on a silver platter! Xia Niang! Why won't you realize this?!”
Another rumble of thunder!
“Boom—”
The lightning surged and struck straight down. Qinglong leaped to dodge, but what welcomed him was an even more violent onslaught of thunder and lightning!
The thunder and lightning submerged both of them, along with the spiritual glow of the Three-Fire Candle Turtle Ruler. Just as Nan Zhi caught her breath, her body instinctively leaned backward—
Wait, wait, wait, why was there another bolt of lightning curving straight toward her?!
Only then did Nan Zhi remember she still held a Witch Corpse that was intolerable to heaven and earth. She hastily stored away the Corpse of Old Nan and, using all the strength she could muster, darted through the electric flashes that resembled massive purple dragons dancing in the air—
“Crackle!”
“Crack!”
“Boom!”
Every single bolt of lightning was incredibly thick. In front of these hundred-meter-wide flashes of electricity, the protective lightning magic she used could at best be considered an earthworm!
And a mini one at that!
Yet another bolt of lightning crashed down. The surrounding air crackled softly with electricity. As the pillar of lightning descended, the electric currents numbed her flesh, with countless tiny charges dancing across her fingertips and the tips of her hair—
Having lost its target, the lightning fell rapidly through the air, suddenly striking the ground. The flowing purple electricity solidified into charred, stacked layers. After cooling for a breath, it transformed into rocks interspersed with transparent, magnificent crystals!
【Lightning Struck Spirit Marrow (High Grade): Formed by chance from heavenly lightning and earth fire, extremely rare. Contains the intent of heavenly lightning, can be used to refine Lightning Spirit Pills, Lightning Light Pills, or as a material for artifact crafting.】
Nan Zhi suddenly whipped her head around in midair.
“Rumble...”
“Boom...”
Without the Three-Fire Candle Turtle Ruler, the Demon Suppression Monastery broke apart violently. Over a dozen pavilions and towers collapsed and sank, and spots of flying boats within the monastery sped away in all directions—
It truly was a case of "when the tree falls, the monkeys scatter."
The minor good deeds Daoist Qinglong had done in the past ultimately saved the lives of these demon suppressors.
Nan Zhi released her divine sense, frantically gathering the Lightning Struck Spirit Marrow falling within the Demon Suppression Monastery.
Amidst the flashing electricity and under the majesty of the heavenly lightning, evil spirits and demons within a hundred li had nowhere to hide. Great demons with decent cultivation trembled in fear inside their cave abodes.
Those with lower cultivation were directly caught in the lightning and lost their lives on the spot!
This lightning seemed to have a special bias toward the green-clothed female cultivator; each time, it just barely brushed past her, and every piece of Lightning Struck Spirit Marrow landed right within the range of her divine sense.
The collapse of the Demon Suppression Monastery caused over a dozen giant mountains to plummet from a height of thousands of zhang, releasing an astonishing amount of energy.
“Boom...”
“Boom...”
“Rumble...”
Under the deep, colossal rumblings, the earth trembled. Hills turned into plains, plains transformed into deep chasms, and the purple electricity wrought destruction as if the end of the world had arrived.
Nan Zhi stored away a piece of Lightning Struck Spirit Marrow and agilely leaped out of the way of the falling boulders. Suddenly sensing a rushing wind behind her, she spun around to look, only to see a blood-soaked crane. Lying on its back was Shen Luohe, who was on the verge of death, his fate unknown—
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