Yang Lan Laozu was not willing!
If the Seven-Feather Fan was still in his hands, how could he fall into such a predicament!
A Pure Yang could actually force him into such a situation!
This was the Heaven Opening Divine Art, the real Heaven Opening Divine Art, the Heaven Opening Divine Art that the Seventh Patriarch had sealed himself!
Yang Lan Laozu roared loudly. He naturally knew that Zhenling had killed two Pure Yang Cultivators of the Yuwen Family in one fell swoop in the North Sea, but he was a True Spirit Cultivator after all, and he thought that he could cope with it.
However, he forgot that the seven-colored feather in Lu Ping's hands was the same as the six Heaven Opening Divine Weapons. The power they could exert was related to the holder.
How could Celestial Phenomenon Laozu's cultivation strength be compared with Lu Ping's? Therefore, the power of the Heaven Opening Divine Art sealed in the feather triggered by Lu Ping was more than doubled compared to Celestial Phenomenon Laozu!
Although Yang Lan Laozu, who had lost the Seven-Feather Fan, had become a True Spirit Cultivator, he was three levels weaker than the previous True Spirit Cultivators of the Nine Profound Tower, Laozu.
Yang Lan Laozu, who had lost the Seven-Feather Fan, could only try his best to protect himself in the face of this mighty power, but he had forgotten that the most taboo for a True Spirit Cultivator was to unscrupulously use the power of the True Spirit to attract the rejection of this world!
Under Yang Lan Laozu's full strength, he was still barely able to block the unparalleled power contained in the feather. However, he was also beaten by the Heaven Opening Divine Art sealed in the feather, and half of his body was almost burnt. After the fierce Heaven Opening Divine Art was dispersed by Yang Lan Laozu, it turned into a warm current that spread in all directions of the ice field.
The ice and snow within hundreds of miles of the ice field melted, and as one of the warm currents went further south, the ground became more and more muddy until it formed a huge swamp.
At this moment, the oppressive pressure of heaven and earth suddenly came. Lu Ping looked aghast, but Yang Lan Laozu on the opposite side could no longer care about the enemy in front of him. He shouted and flew towards the depths of the North Ice Field.
The thunder exploded on the top of his head. Without waiting for the thunder to fade away, the lightning had already fallen to the top of Lu Ping and Yang Lan Laozu in the distance.
Heavenly Punishment, this was definitely Heavenly Punishment!
The moment Lu Ping saw the lightning, he knew that it was a punishment from the heavens!
But why did this heavenly punishment fall on his head!
Lu Ping was terrified. If this was the case, he only had a dead end. At least Yang Lan and Laozu were deep in the North Ice Field at this time. They were very close to the passage of the North Ice Field. There was still a possibility that they could escape into the passage to the outside world.
Although that place looked like a land of death to everyone, if they did not avoid the Heavenly Punishment, they would be turned to ashes by the lightning.
However, if Yang Lan and Laozu could escape, where could Lu Ping escape to? He was just a Pure Yang Cultivator!
Lu Ping knew that the problem must lie in the Sky Opening Magical Ability that was sealed in the Seven Colored Feather that was activated before, but at this time, he could not avoid it. He could only resist it with all his strength.
Fortunately, this Heaven's Punishment was obviously just a bunch separated from the Heaven's Punishment Thunder Light that was aimed at Yang Lan. It seemed more like a kind of backlash!
Although Lu Ping himself was not a True Spirit Cultivator, the power released by the Seven Colored Feather that was activated by his cultivation base was much more than the power of a True Spirit Cultivator. Otherwise, Yang Lan and Laozu would not go all out to attract the Heavenly Punishment.
Lu Ping knew that this kind of backlash could not be avoided. From the beginning, he never thought about avoiding it. He simply seized this moment to burst out his potential.
The Seven Colored Feather floating in front of Lu Ping turned into a strange flame under the backlash of the Heavenly Punishment, burning the feather itself into a cloud of flying ash.
This Seven Colored Feather was the life source feather of Luan Daoist's True Spirit Body. Its material itself was no less than a good spiritual treasure. Under the power of the Heavenly Punishment, it turned into flying ash so easily.
Lu Ping was shocked in his heart, followed by joy. Although the power of the Heavenly Punishment destroyed a feather, its own power was obviously weakened.
However, despite this, the spiritual treasure was cut in two. It seemed to cut the remaining power of the Heavenly Punishment into two, but unexpectedly, Lu Ping's hands were numb, and he could no longer control the spiritual treasure. The spiritual treasure broke away from Lu Ping's hands and flew backward. It even cut a foot long wound on Lu Ping's shoulder, and blood dyed half of his body red.
Lu Ping did not have time to check his own injuries. The True Spirit Sword had already triggered a ninety-nine meter long sword qi to collide with the remaining power of the Heavenly Punishment.
Lu Ping felt a sudden shock in his core space. At this moment, Lu Ping felt as if his heart had suddenly stopped beating completely.
The True Spirit Sword was sent flying and crashed into the snowy mountain behind him. It created a hundred meter long hole in the mountain, and a vertical ray of sunlight pierced through the mountain from the other side.
The Dharma Form of the Dragon in the core space finally felt the danger and rose from the Suspended Sea. The entire Suspended Sea was moved by the Dharma Form of the Dragon, and the huge amount of Three Light Holy Water that was brought into the air began to fall, forming a boundless tsunami that roared in all directions. The entire Suspended Sea shook, and then the entire core space was shaken. This violent tremor finally caused Lu Ping's heart to beat again.
Dong! Dong! Dong! Dong! …
This first beat was obviously different from the rest. It was like a war drum with a distant intent. Only after that did Lu Ping's heart truly return to normal.
The Dharma Form of the Dragon surged back into the Suspended Sea and injected a vigorous stream of True Essence into Lu Ping's already exhausted True Essence. Although such a rapid reversal of True Essence would slightly harm Lu Ping's foundation, in this life and death situation, Lu Ping did not care about such things!
The Natal Genchen Formation was activated the moment the True Essence was replenished. The Ninth Grade White Jade Lotus and the twelve Genchen Pearls formed a sturdy formation after the True Spirit Sword was sent flying, protecting Lu Ping's body.
Rumble!
Even with the Natal Genchen Formation's protection, Lu Ping's floating body felt as if it was hit by a heavy hammer. His chest and abdomen flew backwards, but his limbs hung in the opposite direction.
A blinding bolt of lightning instantly made a dent in the Genchen Formation that was facing the Divine Punishment. However, it was still unable to break through the Genchen Formation's defense.
After the Divine Punishment passed through the Genchen Formation, although it looked like it was beating Lu Ping up, it did not really hurt Lu Ping's body. Ever since he entered the Blood Condensation Realm, he had been trying to train his body. Finally, it showed its power at this moment.
However, even though Lu Ping had been trying his best to resist the Divine Punishment's backlash, there was still another seven-colored feather floating above his head. Even at his most critical moment, Lu Ping still retained a trace of the True Essence he used to open the seal on this feather.
Resisting the Divine Punishment's backlash caused Lu Ping to be severely injured again. However, this time, he still managed to escape from Yang Lan and Laozu's pursuit. Moreover, he even managed to trigger the Divine Punishment from Yang Lan and Laozu's scheme. Even if he escaped into the Passageway Formation, he would most likely die.
Lu Ping lay on the snowy ground and finally managed to catch his breath. The feather on his head was still shining with a seven-colored luster.
Lu Ping suddenly raised his head and chuckled. Then, he pressed his face into the snow again and wiped away all the blood on his face. Only then did he stand up and wave the feather on his head at the snowstorm in the west. Then, he flew towards the south in a shaky manner.
Not long after Lu Ping left, the space in the direction where Lu Ping waved his hand suddenly fluctuated. An old ape with a head full of white hair and beard slowly walked out of the snowstorm with a wooden staff that was almost twice his height. Behind him were two Pure Yang Spiritual Great Apes. They were the former general Yuan Pokong and the latter general, Yuan Poyue.
At this moment, the two Pure Yang Great Apes were extremely respectful towards the short and hunchbacked old ape in front of them.
"He's not simple. He's fighting against a True Spirit as a Pure Yang, yet he still has the time to realize that we're spying on him. He's been guarding against us since the beginning!" The old ape had a look of admiration on his face as he praised him.
"He's just taking advantage of the fact that a True Spirit Cultivator has scruples and can't unleash his full cultivation base in this world. Uncle, why are you praising this kid to the skies!" Yuan Pokong was obviously unconvinced.
"Hmph!"
The old ape slammed his walking stick hard on the ground. The cracks in the ice on the ground spread out in all directions like a spider web with him as the center. It was as if an earthquake had suddenly happened within a few miles.
"If the Old Man were to fight you now, can you resist the Old Man for a day? I'm afraid you won't even be able to resist him for an hour! "
Yuan Pokong smiled embarrassedly and said, "That Yang Lan has only just become a True Spirit. How can he compare to uncle!"
Yuan Poyue, who was at the side, sneered. "Fifth Brother has also become a Pure Yang hundreds of years earlier than Lu Tianping!"
Yuan Pokong turned his head fiercely and shouted at Yuan Poyue, "Nobody will think that you're a mute if you don't speak!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the old ape slapped the back of Yuan Pokong's head. "Stop fooling around.
After enjoying a great battle, you might as well pay more attention to the cultivation world in Hebei. After all, this Zhenling might have to cross paths with our clan in the future, so we must be wary of him no matter if he's a friend or foe. I'm afraid this incarnation won't be able to last much longer. You two can handle the rest as you see fit. It's better for me to return to the Ice Mountain as soon as possible. I don't know if I can last for another 300 years or so. I'll enter the formation that leads to the outer world with these people and take a look at what exactly the Seventh Patriarch, whom we worship as a god, has left for the living beings in this world. "
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