Chapter 429: Three Moves (Requesting Monthly Votes)
Chapter 429: Three Moves (Requesting Monthly Votes)
This black-robed Zhenjun had the appearance of a middle-aged man with slightly frosted temples, his gaze at Fang Xi filled with surprise and uncertainty: "Zhenjun Mu? !"
This individual was none other than Black Sand Zhenjun of the Yellow Sand Sect, that mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator who had awakened the 'Black Sand Divine Body'!
Although Fang Xi had concealed his appearance, among Nascent Soul cultivators, identification primarily relied on Divine Consciousness and the aura of their magical power.
The last time, Fang Xi had exchanged blows with this Nascent Soul Zhenjun, so the other party naturally wouldn't mistake him.
"So this person is actually a subordinate of Fellow Daoist Black Sand. . ."
Fang Xi's expression turned slightly grim.
"This person is not my disciple, but rather from the lineage of Junior Brother Qiansha. . . " Black Sand Zhenjun sighed. "I already know what transpired. I ask Fellow Daoist to give me some face and cease hostilities here, how about it?"
At Black Sand Zhenjun's signal, You Tianhao reluctantly stepped forward and bowed: "Senior, this junior was in the wrong this time, please forgive me!"
Seeing this scene, Fang Xi couldn't help but sneer inwardly.
'This person, relying on the fact that his sect elder is a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, is truly audacious. You should know that many of your fellow disciples were killed by me, and even your master died because of me. . . '
"If I don't give Fellow Daoist this face, then what?"
He said with a cold laugh something that made Black Sand Zhenjun's expression change. He then continued: "However, since Fellow Daoist gave this Zhenjun face last time, this Zhenjun naturally repays the favor. After all, this place is a stronghold of the Monster race, and it's not good to engage in prolonged combat. . . How about another three-move agreement? If Fellow Daoist can withstand this Zhenjun's three moves, then this Zhenjun will no longer pursue this matter. Otherwise, this person shall pay with his life!"
Under Fang Xi's icy gaze, You Tianhao finally realized fear, looking towards Black Sand Zhenjun for help: "Uncle-Master. . ."
"A three-move agreement?"
Black Sand Zhenjun sensed him, noticing that Fang Xi's aura was still at the early Nascent Soul stage. Although he felt some surprise and uncertainty, he didn't ponder for long before readily agreeing: "As Zhenjun Mu suggested, three moves it is."
Two streaks of escape light immediately shot forth, standing proudly in mid-air, facing each other from afar.
Black Sand Zhenjun's expression remained unchanged, yet his heart was filled with surprise and uncertainty.
It had only been a little over a decade since they parted; he didn't believe that 'Zhenjun Mu' could have made any breakthrough.
One must know that among Nascent Soul cultivators like them, there were many who made no progress even after several centuries!
"First move!"
Fang Xi said coldly, a flash of blood-red light appearing on his right hand, revealing a bloody long saber. Demonic light faintly flickered on it, and a chilling killing intent emanated, clearly revealing it to be a Spirit Treasure!
'He actually used a Spirit Treasure from the very beginning. . . This person is a qi cultivator, not refining a life-bound magic treasure. Could this Spirit Treasure have been acquired recently? '
Black Sand Zhenjun's eyes narrowed slightly. He suddenly performed a hand seal, and ancient, profound, pitch-black runes appeared on his face—a sign of fully activating the 'Black Water Profound Sand'!
*Whoosh! *
A black river, condensed from countless grains of sand, appeared in the void. Each grain of sand rubbed against the other, erupting with unimaginable terrifying power!
This was the 'Black Water Profound Sand'!
Each falling grain could instantly transform into a hundred-zhang-long pitch-black giant stone, annihilating a group of second-order monster beasts or a single third-order monster beast with ease.
The black long river coiled around Black Sand Zhenjun. Suddenly, with another hand seal, it transformed into a nine-headed lion, letting out roars towards Fang Xi!
Amidst the lion's roaring sound waves, Fang Xi's robes flapped. His right hand, wielding the 'Blood Transformation Demonic Saber', merely slashed once!
*Pfft! *
An extremely faint streak of blood-red light flashed, entering the body of the nine-headed Black Sand Profound Lion, then vanishing.
Just as You Tianhao revealed a look of self-satisfaction, a scene that left him dumbfounded unfolded.
*Pfft, pfft! *
Streaks of crimson saber light erupted from within the nine-headed Black Sand Profound Lion. Among the individual grains of Black Water Profound Sand, incredibly subtle saber lights flickered.
From seamlessness, a fissure was wrought!
Causing this black sand long river to begin disintegrating from its most minute points. . .
Black Sand Zhenjun's expression changed drastically as a small, pitch-black pot appeared before him.
This was his life-bound Spirit Treasure—the Junsaha Pot!
As soon as the Junsaha Pot emerged, a layer of dense black light surged forth, within which spiritual runes flickered, transforming into a massive light shield.
Streaks of tiny crimson saber light then appeared, slashing down upon the pitch-black round shield, emitting a teeth-grinding sound.
In the end, all those saber lights were completely ground away.
Not a trace of relaxation appeared on Black Sand Zhenjun's face. Instead, he stared with utmost gravity at the Blood Transformation Demonic Saber in Fang Xi's hand: "What a formidable demonic Spirit Treasure! This treasure seems capable of absorbing cultivators' vital blood to increase its power. . ."
"Indeed, this saber has already savored the blood of several Nascent Soul Zhenjun. . ."
Fang Xi flicked the Blood Transformation Demonic Saber, and a brilliant blood-red light flared on its blade.
The claim of "savoring the blood of Nascent Soul Zhenjun" was, naturally, true.
Although Red Blood Old Freak was merely a weakling, Spirit Wind Zhenjun had also become the first victim.
After this demonic saber fell into Fang Xi's hands, he naturally intercepted a portion of the blood from Red Blood Old Freak, Gu Laoguai, and even the Seven Kills Demon Lord!
This 'Blood Transformation Demonic Saber' was a demonic treasure, thus possessing the characteristic of consuming vital blood to amplify its power.
A moment ago, Fang Xi had only used the blood of one Nascent Soul Zhenjun. But now, he chuckled lightly and shouted: "The second move is coming, be careful!"
As he spoke, the three-eyed, six-armed Yama Son of Heaven Dharma Aspect appeared behind him. The vertical eye on its forehead opened, and a streak of flame landed on the Blood Transformation Demonic Saber.
The vital blood of the Seven Kills Demon Lord, stored within the Blood Transformation Demonic Saber, was also rapidly consumed, causing the saber to erupt with a blood-red saber aura several zhang long!
How formidable was the Seven Kills Demon Lord's might?
Back then, he was known as the second most powerful person in the Jiang Kingdom. Even if Fang Xi were to fight him now, without using the Withered Glory Mystic Light, Fang Xi might not be confident in defeating him!
This person's cultivation had already reached the peak of mid-stage Nascent Soul, and his vital blood was incomparably abundant.
After being used by Fang Xi to blood-sacrifice the demonic saber, the power of the Blood Transformation Demonic Saber reached an unprecedented peak.
Fang Xi raised the Blood Transformation Demonic Saber high with both hands, and then brought it down with a single slash!
*Whoosh! *
The crimson saber light was like a sea of blood, within which countless vengeful souls floated and sank, and immeasurable blood-red runes flickered.
In an instant, the saber light engulfed Black Sand Zhenjun. . .
*Roar! Roar! *
A moment later, a giant dragon made of black sand burst out from the sea of blood. Within it, astonishingly, was Black Sand Zhenjun.
But at this moment, as he looked at the Junsaha Pot in his hand, his face was filled with bitterness.
On the body of the Junsaha Pot, a faint red saber mark had appeared at some unknown point.
Under Fang Xi's single slash just now, it had actually caused injury to this mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, even damaging his life-bound Spirit Treasure!
"Third move!"
Seeing that Black Sand Zhenjun could withstand two of his moves, Fang Xi couldn't help but sigh in admiration inwardly.
For such an enemy, one must go all out to show respect!
A black light flashed above his head, and his Second Primordial Spirit appeared. In its hand, a small sword emerged, none other than the 'Divine Infant Sword'!
*Waaah! *
The sword's cry, like an infant's wail, suddenly resounded through the surrounding void.
Inside Black Sand Zhenjun's Dantian, the Nascent Soul, which had always resembled him in appearance, suddenly opened its eyes, a hint of fear appearing on its small face. . .
"This sword. . ."
Black Sand Zhenjun's eyelids twitched uncontrollably.
Generally speaking, when a Nascent Soul cultivator's Nascent Soul emerged from the body, it was either to escape with their life or to fight with their life on the line.
It was already difficult enough to deal with, and with this sword. . .
"Fellow Daoist, wait a moment. . . I. . . surrender!"
Black Sand Zhenjun said with difficulty.
As a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, admitting defeat to an early-stage Nascent Soul cultivator was truly a bit humiliating.
But losing face was better than losing one's life!
"Oh?"
Fang Xi stopped casting his spell, looking at Black Sand Zhenjun with a half-smile.
Black Sand Zhenjun gritted his teeth, and a tornado composed of Black Water Profound Sand immediately engulfed the unsuspecting You Tianhao. . .
After the black tornado passed, there was no longer any trace of that person.
Only a storage bag, along with the inner core of that Wind Lightning Horned Python, were thrown by Black Sand Zhenjun to Fang Xi.
"Fellow Daoist is a straightforward person!"
Fang Xi put away the storage bag and the inner core, but the Nascent Soul above his head toyed with the 'Divine Infant Sword', not returning to the Black Fire Demonic Corpse.
"What does Fellow Daoist mean by this? " Black Sand Zhenjun's face was full of vigilance, fearing that Fang Xi would attack again.
Especially that small sword, which actually gave his Nascent Soul a strong sense of threat.
"Our exchange of blows created too much commotion, I'm afraid it has already attracted the attention of transformation-stage great demons. . . " Fang Xi sighed, looked around, and said loudly: "Come out!"
"Heh heh. . . you two human cultivators actually dared to swaggeringly engage in combat in the wilderness. Truly not taking our Monster race seriously, huh. . ."
*Pfft! *
The ground burst open, and an enormous golden pangolin-like monster beast burrowed out.
And on top of the pangolin, astonishingly stood two monster cultivators!
For the Monster race to advance to the fourth-order, they needed to undergo the 'Transformation Heavenly Tribulation', rumored to be several times more difficult than a cultivator's Nascent Soul Heavenly Tribulation!
Furthermore, the success rate for peak third-order monster beasts undergoing tribulation was even lower than for human cultivators condensing their Nascent Souls.
The Heavenly Dao was impartial. Since it granted the Monster race long lifespans, formidable physiques, and sharp innate divine abilities, it naturally deprived them of certain things, such as. . . exceptionally slow cultivation, making advancement even harder than for humans!
However, the more this was the case, the more extraordinary were the fourth-order monster race members who successfully transformed!
Fang Xi looked at the two figures standing atop the golden pangolin.
Fourth-order great demons could already transform into human form.
The two monster demons that appeared at this moment: one was tall and covered in a layer of green scales, like ancient armor, with a peculiar horn on its head.
The other was generally no different from a human, only having a few crimson scales on either side of its cheeks, and two carp-like whiskers on its lips.
"One mid-stage, one early-stage. . ."
Fang Xi's expression turned slightly serious: "This is a bit troublesome. . ."
"It's the Five Elements Qilin Clan!"
Black Sand Zhenjun seemed to recall something, his expression growing even uglier: "The Five Elements Qilin Clan is known as the king among the Monster race's terrestrial beasts, and its members often awaken a portion of 'True Spirit Qilin Blood'! They are even more difficult to deal with than ordinary transformation-stage great demons. . ."
"Since you know you can't deal with us, why not leave your Nascent Soul as an apology?"
The red-scaled monster demon laughed loudly, its monster qi soaring into the sky, indeed appearing several times more formidable than that of an ordinary mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator.
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