"Does a late stage Nirvana Shatterer cultivator have the ability to look down on persimmons? It looks like you didn't understand the 'Autumn Water' that woman was talking about. "
The black-robed man remained motionless under the pressure, but his black robe fluttered in the wind.
The person's expression suddenly changed as if he had been humiliated. He shouted, "Is' Autumn Water 'something someone like you can casually talk about? Imitating others and making a fool of yourself is truly a laughingstock! "His figure flashed, leaving behind afterimages in the air. His entire body shot out like a sharp arrow.
Yang Qingxuan remained motionless and coldly said, "Do you think you're the only one who discovered my identity?"
"What?!" The person's expression changed greatly and he had an inexplicable bad feeling in his heart.
"There are no less than 10 people tracking me within tens of thousands of feet, but no one is as stupid as you to show up and become a chicken that I'll kill for the monkey!"
Yang Qingxuan waved his robe and vortexes appeared on his fingers. The entire space became silent as if it had been eroded by time.
The arm that was exposed also turned into sand; it didn't look like a human hand at all. "Eight Desolation Return to Nothing!"
Not only was there an ancient, corrosive aura, but there was also a white flame that could burn everything. It contained an unparalleled martial intent that was like rivers flowing into the sea and turning all things into dust.
"Boom!"
When the two figures collided, the violent aura was suppressed to a limit and then suddenly exploded in all directions.
The space was distorted by the pressure and the two figures were instantly separated. There was a touch of red in the air. They were both injured.
"How could this be?!" Not only was that person shocked, but there were more than 10 people hiding in the void watching the battle just as Yang Qingxuan had said. They were all terrified.
Originally, a tie wasn't a big deal, but Yang Qingxuan's power was still at the mid stage of the Three Flower Realm. There was a huge gap between the two of them, so it was impossible for them to surpass each other.
"It's still very difficult to resist a late stage Nirvana Shatterer cultivator!"
Yang Qingxuan stabilized his blood and waved his hand to summon the Jiu Xiao Huan Pei. He pressed the strings of the zither and a strand of music shot out.
"Clang clang clang!"
The crisp sound of the strings kept ringing out, and one figure after another appeared in the air. It was like a magnificent army with thousands of men and horses.
"Petty tricks! No matter how strong the technique is, it can't make up for the gap between realms! " That person was both shocked and angry. Not only did the zither sound contain the ability to transform beans into soldiers, it could also disturb his heartstrings. His mood became inexplicably irritable. With a loud shout, he charged into the army of thousands of people.
Yang Qingxuan was in the middle of playing the Nine Heavens Ripple Song when a red light suddenly shot out from the ring ring on his left hand.
"Chi!"
Under the cover of the zither music that filled the sky, a red light pierced through the air. It was extremely difficult to detect.
Everyone only saw a flash in front of their eyes before they saw a bloody mist erupt from the chest of Yang Qingxuan's opponent. A finger-sized hole appeared out of thin air, and blood soon dyed his clothes red.
"This … Puff …!"
That person spat out a mouthful of blood. His eyes were filled with shock and disbelief.
The red light just now was extremely strong, and it was mixed with the zither music. Previously, he did not notice it. When he noticed it, it was already too late to avoid it.
He had already activated all his essential Qi to defend himself, but it was still broken. The red light penetrated his heart and came out from his back.
"What … What happened just now?"
That person's eyes were filled with despair. The red light not only broke his essential Qi and penetrated his heart, but it also contained extremely strong poison that had already spread in his heart.
Yang Qingxuan frowned. He kept the Jiu Xiao Huan Pei and stood quietly in the air.
Archaeoscorpion's voice sounded in his ears. "Those people from the Purple Mansion of Juntian are about to leave, and you're still playing the zither here?"
Yang Qingxuan said, "I wanted to use this guy to practice. I'm not in a hurry to catch up with the people from the Purple Mansion of Juntian. Because even if I catch up with them, I won't be able to defeat them. I have to wait for an opportunity. Countless people are waiting for an opportunity. "
Archaeoscorpion sneered. "If you want to practice, there are more than ten people around. It's enough for you to practice."
After the Crimson Archaeoscorpion's tail needle was broken once, it grew a new one. In order to increase the strength of the tail needle and avoid repeating the same mistake, the Crimson Archaeoscorpion used a large amount of Desolate Qi to nourish the tail needle. This made it even more powerful than his own body.
Originally, this kind of needle-like attack gathered a lot of strength into one point. It was the easiest to break essential Qi, and was a very terrifying trump card.
However, the Crimson Archaeoscorpion's body and cultivation had deteriorated greatly over the years. He tried his best to retain his strength in his body to maintain his vitality and cultivation realm. This weakened the tail needle and the double pincers. After the tail was reborn, and Yang Qingxuan was rich, he cultivated the tail needle and the double pincers again.
The person in front of him hurriedly swallowed a few elixirs. His figure flashed and he was about to escape.
"Don't you think it's too late to leave now? People will only shed tears when they see a coffin. Since ancient times, all kinds of people have courted death in the same way. "
Yang Qingxuan's eyes flashed coldly. Although the person in front of him could be killed, if he let him go, it would not be enough to intimidate everyone.
He immediately raised his hand and a gloomy ghostly Qi spread out.
With a step in the air, he caught up to the person like a sword beam and slashed with his sword.
"Jie Jie, Jie Jie!"
Countless small ghosts crawled on the sword. They let out eerie and terrifying laughter. Their eyes emitted a green glow as they leaped up with the sword Qi and pounced on the person.
"Ah!? What the hell is this!? "
As the person ran, the poisonous Qi had already spread throughout his body. His face turned purple like an eggplant. When he saw the small ghosts, he was scared out of his wits. He hurriedly struck out with his palms, blowing up the small ghosts one by one. However, the poison in his body flared up even more.
"Bang!"
The Night of a Hundred Ghosts slashed at the true Qi in front of his palms. The dense ghostly Qi immediately exploded, filling the sky with small ghosts. Hundreds and thousands of them drilled out of the void and pounced on the person with their teeth.
"Ah! — — "
The person screamed a few times as a large number of small ghosts took over his body and drilled into it.
These small ghosts could directly devour true Qi. After entering the person's body, the person's screams came to a halt. His entire body turned green and black. His body seemed to have swollen, and his already round body became even rounder.
"Peng!" One of his arms suddenly bent upwards and exploded, spraying out thick water.
Then, "Bang! Bang! " The sound did not stop. The tissues and organs in his body exploded one after another. The round ball slowly shriveled up, as if it had been disintegrated by a bomb in the air. Part by part, it exploded until it finally turned into nothingness. Not even a speck of dust was left behind, leaving behind only a thick and pungent smell of blood.
As soon as the person died, countless small ghosts appeared in the air again. "Jie Jie"'s strange laughter did not stop. Then, they disappeared one by one.
The ghostly Qi dissipated, and the sky became clear again.
Yang Qingxuan held the Night of a Hundred Ghosts in his hand. He looked at the pitch-black blade that seemed to be stained with countless fresh blood. He couldn't help but tremble, feeling a trace of fear towards this strange and terrifying sword soul.
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