The purple jade flute that he had not seen for a long time suddenly appeared in the air.
Following Yun Yang's will, it fluttered towards Ning Fengxue.
Ning Fengxue frowned and said calmly, "Are you still going to struggle at this stage?"
His right hand's momentum did not change; instead, it sped up.
At the same time, the purple jade flute came along with the momentum and met Ning Fengxue's palm soundlessly.
For Ning Fengxue, the purple jade flute was not a surprise at all. In fact, it could barely be considered a joke. It was not funny. You can't even move now. You want to fight for a chance of survival in front of a Semi-Sage just by using your mind to control the purple jade flute?
How naive are you?
However, Ning Fengxue's expression changed at the very next moment.
Just as his palm was about to touch the purple jade flute and feel the coldness and warmth of the flute …
He even began to think that this was a good treasure.
However, when he came into contact with the purple jade flute, he did not manage to grab hold of it. The purple jade flute maintained its motionless posture and continued to slowly smash towards him, further touching his palm.
It was at that moment that Ning Fengxue felt his hand suddenly turn into air, never to be seen again!
Could one imagine that a half-step Saint cultivator, a pinnacle expert of this world, who was still in control of the situation a moment ago, easily taking on the last bit of his opponent's counterattack, would suddenly lose his hand?
It was inexplicable, unbelievable, and even more unbelievable!
What was even more unbelievable was that the purple jade flute's momentum remained the same. It followed its original trajectory and followed Ning Fengxue's hand. Then … it could be said that it smashed through, smashed through, smashed his hand into thin air, smashed his arm into thin air, then smashed it into thin air, then smashed his arm into thin air, and then continued to smash towards him.
It was only then that Ning Fengxue felt pain. Excruciating pain!
His eyes were filled with disbelief as he looked at his own hand. Yes, he should look at the position where his hand and arm should be, but there was nothing there.
Every part of his body that had come in contact with the purple jade flute had disappeared!
In the next moment, a soul-tearing pain surged through him like a torrential tsunami.
Ning Fengxue exclaimed, his elegant and handsome expression finally changing completely. He retreated like a flash of lightning, thirty thousand feet away. Looking up, the purple jade flute was still hovering in front of Yun Yang.
There was no wind or movement!
But …
In front of him, there was another purple jade flute. Just like before, it slowly followed the trajectory of his arm and smashed towards him!
Actually, using smashing here wasn't very appropriate. Rather, it should be said that it was an unstoppable momentum. If he really used smashing here, it would seem like he was overestimating Ning Fengxue too much!
Even though he was a Half-Saint, he was still not worthy of the Purple Jade Flute … Smash!
Ning Fengxue was terrified. He hastily mobilized all of his Divine Senses to confirm that his right hand, forearm, and elbow had really turned into nothingness. It wasn't an illusion, nor was it some kind of trick!
"What is this?!"
Seeing that the purple jade flute was still chasing after him, his body twisted and turned in the air. In an instant, he had teleported at least thirty thousand feet away. He even tore through space repeatedly to escape, but the purple jade flute was still chasing after him, relentlessly chasing after him.
From the beginning to the end, it was still slowly crushing over.
There was no wind or movement!
Ning Fengxue's body began to flicker. Techniques such as Psionic Manifestation and Duplicating Body were performed repeatedly, his body turning into thousands of figures.
If any one of them could escape the purple jade flute's pursuit, Ning Fengxue would have the hope of escaping alive!
However, the purple jade flute in the air had also turned into thousands of flutes. No matter how many Ning Fengxue appeared in the air, there was a purple jade flute in front of each Ning Fengxue … slowly approaching!
There was still no wind or movement!
Ning Fengxue was sweating profusely, drenching his shirt.
His eyes were filled with fear as he stared at the purple jade flute.
He could clearly feel that his clones and shadows were being crushed by the purple jade flute one by one. They were smashed into the air and completely disappeared.
Every clone, every shadow that was smashed into the air would disappear, and the corresponding purple jade flute would also disappear.
His cultivation was at the Half Saint Realm, and each of his clones and shadows possessed a cultivation at the peak of the Fourth Grade Saint Monarch Realm. However, in front of the Purple Jade Flute, they didn't have the slightest ability to resist.
No, it was not only his clones and shadows, but his real self as well. No matter how he moved and how he tried to escape, the purple jade flute followed him like a maggot in his bones. He could not shake it off no matter what.
He knew that he was not dead yet not because he was faster than the purple jade flute, but because Yun Yang had not given the final order to kill him!
It had been tens of thousands of years, and Ning Fengxue once again felt the fear of death!
He fled in a frenzy, using all sorts of techniques; weapons, mystical powers, and magical treasures were all thrown out … However, no matter what kind of mystical weapon or magical treasure they were, they vaporized instantly when they came before the purple jade flute, disappearing in an instant!
There was not even the slightest chance to slow him down. It was as ordinary as it had been in the beginning.
There was no wind or movement!
It was just so leisurely, slowly flying behind him.
With a flash, Ning Fengxue appeared in front of Yun Yang once more. At first glance, the scene was almost devastating.
Yun Yang was still imprisoned by himself, but there was a purple jade flute in front of Yun Yang. It was like a dutiful guard, not moving in the slightest despite the lack of wind.
What the hell was this thing that had been following him and chasing him?
Had he really seen a ghost today?
When their eyes met, Ning Fengxue could see that Yun Yang was still unable to move, but his cold eyes were looking at her quietly.
At this moment, Ning Fengxue's face was deathly pale. His celestial and otherworldly appearance had long since disappeared. He was in a sorry state, but the expression in his eyes was still calm.
Even though he was no longer composed, his white robe was still spotless. If it was not for the fact that his entire right arm, all the way to his shoulder, was gone, he would not have looked so sorry.
There was no trace of blood where his arm had been cut off, as if he was born without a right arm!
The purple jade flute stayed quietly on his right shoulder, no longer moving forward, but it did not retreat either.
Just like before, it was unmoving, unperturbed like a mountain!
Ning Fengxue was no longer evading, no longer casting his arcane skills, as if he had given up on struggling. In fact, he was channeling his mystical art wholeheartedly, trying to recover his right arm.
However, the more he channeled his cultivation method, the worse his expression became.
When one reached the level of a Supreme Saint, regrowing a severed limb was already a trivial matter. When one reached the level of a Saint, even if his entire body was destroyed, as long as there was some flesh and blood left, he could use a Saint's strong vitality to swiftly recover.
As for Ning Fengxue, who had already reached the level of a half-Saint, logically speaking, it would only take a blink of an eye for his missing arm to grow back. It would be no different from his original arm.
However, the actual situation now was … no matter what he did, no matter how much he urged the ocean-like mystical Qi in his body to repair and grow, the severed arm could not grow back.
Endless vitality surged into his shoulder but it would disappear immediately, unable to nourish his physical body and regrow his severed arm.
In addition to the countless clones that had been shattered by the purple jade flute, Ning Fengxue's mental strength was extremely weak, not even half of what it used to be!
This pinnacle expert who stood above the clouds was like a candle flickering in the wind, with only a spark left. If Yun Yang had not pulled his hand back, he would have been killed by the purple jade flute. How could there be a fluke?
Ning Fengxue finally stopped trying. His composure was nowhere to be seen, replaced by a forlorn smile. Then, he calmed down. With a snap of his fingers, the restraints that trapped Yun Yang were lifted. Then, he heaved a long sigh and said, "Great technique, truly a great technique. What artifact is this?"
As Yun Yang extended his arm, the purple jade flute in front of him and the one on Ning Fengxue's shoulder disappeared at the same time, leaving only the one that fell into his hand. It was as if there was only one purple jade flute from the beginning to the end, glowing with a purple glow.
"I dare not claim that it's a great technique. It's just my last resort," Yun Yang said faintly.
Yun Yang said faintly, "This is a defensive treasure that my master has given me … It's used to deal with people like you, senior, who I can't even handle. This is the first time I've seen the might of this flute today. I can only marvel at it in awe!"
Ning Fengxue guffawed.
"This old man wants to kill you. You've gained the upper hand now. Why don't you just kill me now?"
Yun Yang said quietly, "I've never been a good person, but … it's a pity for someone like senior to die just like that. The Crimson Soul Mountain still needs warriors after all! "
"This purple jade flute's power is too shocking. I'm afraid that senior's arm can't possibly recover …"
Ning Fengxue shook his head and smiled faintly. "Acting rashly, inviting disaster upon oneself. I've tried to harm a hero of this world. If this arm is heaven's punishment for this old man, it's only a small punishment. How dare I ask for more?"
With a wave of his hand, he brought Yun Yang down to the peak of the mountain.
When both of their feet touched the ground, Ning Fengxue sighed and said softly, "Back then … He Buyu was the reincarnation of this old man's eldest disciple. He was hunted down when he was weak and his life was in danger. It was Dongfang Xingchen who appeared with his guards and saved his life."
"Huh?" Yun Yang was taken aback.
He recalled that the Saint Lord who guarded the Crimson Soul Mountain, He Buyu, was actually the reincarnation of his eldest disciple?
"Palace Master brought DongFang XingChen, who was still a young man at that time, along with Buyu, to this old man … On account of Palace Master's face, although this old man knew that Young Palace Master was behind all of this, I still promised you a favor. This favor will allow this old man to help Young Palace Master once, and it can be … anything!"
Yun Yang's expression tightened. "Anything? That's right … with senior's status and cultivation base, since you've made a promise, it should naturally be anything. There are very few things in this world that senior can't do or not do! "
A faint smile appeared on Ning Fengxue's face. "There's a limit to a person's strength. Even a Half Saint cultivator is still a human. Naturally, there's a price to pay for making false promises. When I said those words, I already felt that heaven was punishing me … but I relied on my cultivation base and was blindly confident. So … it's actually here. Heaven's reincarnation is indeed good, who will be spared! "
"After this, this old man has no more karmic entanglements in this world other than Lord Supreme Cloud's kindness of sparing my life … Lord Supreme Cloud has his own ways, I'm afraid you won't care about this old man's repayment. Since Lord Supreme Cloud said that the Crimson Soul Mountain lacks warriors … then this old man hopes that the Crimson Soul Mountain can kill a few more Daemon Kings as compensation."
He glanced at Yun Yang. "Lord Supreme Cloud, thank you for your magnanimity and magnanimity for sparing my life. This old man shall take his leave now."
Yun Yang was clear that this old man actually understood everything in his heart, so he explained the ins and outs of the matter before leaving.
"Senior, take care. We may meet again in the future on the Crimson Soul Mountain, and it's not impossible for us to fight the enemy together. "
Ning Fengxue laughed heartily. "Good, good, good. We'll meet again on the Crimson Soul Mountain."
Before his voice echoed in the air, he had already torn the space apart with a wave of his remaining left hand. He took a step into the space and turned back, wanting to say something, but in the end, the words did not leave his mouth. Waving his hand, he disappeared without a trace.
Yun Yang had the purple jade flute in his hand, so why would he need to remind him of anything?
As for what Yun Yang wanted to do, it was not up to him to say anything.
Everything would just go with the flow.
…
Watching Ning Fengxue, the pinnacle cultivator of this world, leave, Yun Yang's gaze was deep.
Dongfang XingChen!
As expected, Dongfang Haoran's son was the one who gave the most orders, and he was also the one who wanted him dead the most. He had actually sent out a Half Saint cultivator to assassinate Yun Yang.
"It's time to settle this matter once and for all. I just don't know … if you all are willing to see the scene after I've settled it … "
"The arrival of this Half Saint should be the climax of this incident … I believe that these Sons of Saints won't be able to invite a Saint expert!"
"If I were Dongfang XingChen, I wouldn't be willing to waste such a huge favor to ask Ning Fengxue for help. I would want to take back some of the price …"
"Ning Fengxue, this Half Saint expert, will never fail. If it were me, I would also think that the matter is settled!"
"Then, I should … do this and this …"
…
In a secret space, three people with the same solemn expressions sat in a circle.
"How many on your side?" Dongfang Haoran's face, which had always been calm and composed, was now extremely ugly as he asked Ximen Fanfu.
Ximen Fanfu, the Lord of Western Heaven Saint Palace, had a twisted expression on his face, "Thirty-two … what about you?" He asked Beigong Liuli.
Beigong Liuli's face was ashen, "Twenty-eight!"
Dongfang Haoran said as if he was about to vomit blood, "Why are there so few of you …"
At this moment, he felt like he was going to die of embarrassment.
…
'I didn't write eight thousand today after all. gt;
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
