Qing Cheng's expression did not change. She summoned out the Black and White Soul Reapers with one hand. The moment the Black and White Soul Reapers appeared, the spirits around Xiao Chen and the others all retreated in fear.
"Our luck is pretty good. We just arrived at the first layer of purgatory, and we already ran into someone who wanted to subdue this flood dragon scissors.
We will probably be delayed for a while, "Qing Cheng said casually, not finding this strange.
However, Xiao Chen started thinking. The people from the Medicine God Valley should have already left the Underworld. If they delayed for too long, it would be problematic if they ran into them.
With one glance, Xiao Chen could tell that the people from the Medicine God Valley were elites. Furthermore, they even had a great grandmaster-level Martial Sage leading them. Not to mention the fact that they were heading to the Yellow Springs Road now, which was not a good time to start a pointless battle. Even if they ran into each other, they would have to run as far away as possible.
"Roar! Roar! Roar! "
The black desert looked like clouds hanging upside down in the sky. The pitch-black flood dragon spirit spat out demonic flames, baring its fangs and claws as it started a startling battle with that person. Its roar shook the surroundings.
The dragon roar did not stop, reaching Xiao Chen's ears. He could not help but look over.
Why were there dragon roars overlapping? Xiao Chen did not find it strange that the flood dragon spirit could roar. The person fighting the flood dragon seemed to be able to roar as well. This piqued Xiao Chen's curiosity.
Furthermore, Xiao Chen found the dragon roar of that person somewhat familiar. However, he was too far away, and his Spiritual Sense could only extend one kilometer, so he could not figure it out.
The spirits that flew out of the ground obeyed the flood dragon's ferocious roar and leaped towards it.
Kong Yuan felt suspicious and asked, "Is this flood dragon really formed by that Immortal Scissors?"
Originally, when Qing Cheng said that this was the Tongue Pulling Hell and that there were Immortal Scissors, Kong Yuan thought it was a joke. Now that he saw the might of this flood dragon, it seemed like she was telling the truth.
"Naturally, it is real. However, it is no longer a treasure. After the Immortal Dao died, its divine nature and Immortal Might no longer exist. It is now just an ordinary treasure. Once, Emperor Wu collected a flood dragon out of curiosity. Then, he casually gave it to his disciple. Now, only some great grandmaster-level Martial Sages have designs on this flood dragon. Even the Blue Robed Emperor does not care about it. "
Seeing that Kong Yuan did not believe her, Qing Cheng casually explained.
Xiao Chen muttered to himself, "Let's go. We can't keep waiting here. If it's just a Great Grandmaster, we can just charge through."
After Xiao Chen spoke, he took the lead. Bai and Yuan Xu followed closely behind. Qing Cheng stomped her feet and had no choice but to follow as well.
None of them were slow, moving as fast as lightning. In less than the time it takes for half an incense stick to burn, the battle between the Black Flood Dragon and the human appeared in Xiao Chen's vision.
The one fighting the black flood dragon was a burly middle-aged Ghost Clan martial artist. As he raised his hands and feet, ten Heaven Dragons faintly appeared behind him. When he punched out, there was an earth-shattering sound, causing the desert to surge into the sky like waves.
The Black Flood Dragon, on the other hand, was even more brutal. Vicious energy surged into the sky as it bared its fangs and brandished its claws, roaring in rage.
Xiao Chen finally understood why the sound of that Ghost Clan martial artist's punches sounded so familiar.
Like Xiao Chen, the other party's physical strength reached five thousand tons of force, forming Dragon Energy. However, this person's cultivation was much higher than Xiao Chen's, already reaching ten Dragon Force.
A casual punch from this person contained more than fifty million tons of force. This was a great grandmaster-level Martial Sage of the physical body, a rather horrifying feat.
Hundreds of figures moved around the periphery of the battlefield, blocking the spirits flying over, preventing them from interfering with the Ghost Race great grandmaster-level Martial Sage.
Although these spirits were not strong, barely equal to Inferior Grade Martial Sages, there were too many of them. If they all charged over at once, even a great grandmaster-level Martial Sage would find it somewhat problematic.
"Whoosh!"
Seven or eight figures descended with strong winds, blocking Xiao Chen's path.
"Stop!"
The two leaders had pale skin and unconcealable Death Qi. The other five were all solid spirits.
Xiao Chen's eyelids twitched. These spirits were of high ranks. Furthermore, there were five of them. These people had significant backgrounds among the Noble Clans.
"My master's battle with this evil flood dragon has reached a critical moment. There is no room for anything unexpected to happen. Would you all please delay for a while?" the yellow-clad person on the right said.
Xiao Chen took a look. The other party's battle had indeed reached a critical moment. The flood dragon would not be able to hold on for much longer. If they rushed over, it would be hard to avoid these people's suspicions.
Never mind, I can only wait for a while.
Xiao Chen did not care about the two people before him. However, the Ghost Race great grandmaster-level Martial Sage who could casually send out ten Dragon Force was not someone to be trifled with.
Suddenly, the black-clad cultivator on the left looked at Qing Cheng. A murderous intent immediately filled his eyes. "Attack! These people were sent by the Ghost Empress' disciple to cause trouble."
"Ka ca!"
However, right after that black-clad cultivator spoke, a saber hum rang out. Xiao Chen moved even faster. The instant that black-clad cultivator's expression changed, he attacked at lightning speed. A bright moonlight shot out from his fingertip. This was the Flawless Bright Moon of the Flawless saber Dao.
The saber light flashed, and the black-clad cultivator turned into a headless corpse. Bai, Yuan Xu, and the other two quickly made their moves. When they worked together, they dealt with the other yellow-clad cultivator in an instant.
Since their masters were already dead, the five strong spirits behind them naturally could not exist for long. They turned into motes of light and disappeared.
Qing Cheng had an innocent expression as she muttered, "These are the people of the Ghost Monarch's faction. I already said to delay for a while before coming. However, you did not listen. You can't blame me for this."
Xiao Chen looked around and happened to meet the gaze of the Ghost Race cultivator in the air. He felt an extremely dense killing intent.
Xiao Chen's expression did not change as he said calmly, "Attack! Eliminate all the people in the surroundings."
Xiao Chen had never been an indecisive person. Since they already shed all pretense of cordiality, there was no need to explain anything.
If one wanted to live, it was better to save oneself than to beg others.
Along the way, Xiao Chen had already become the backbone of the group. Without saying anything else, Bai and the other two split up and started to eliminate the Ghost Race cultivators helping to block the spirits.
Qing Cheng was slightly stunned. She had not expected Xiao Chen to be so decisive. He did not waste any time at all, even if he was about to face the rage of a great grandmaster-level Martial Sage.
She felt a chill in her heart for some reason. Making an enemy out of such a person was truly scary.
Then, Qing Cheng glanced at the Ghost Race great grandmaster-level Martial Sage fighting the evil flood dragon. A smile appeared on her face as she said, "Martial Uncle Mo, sorry. Qing Cheng really did not do it on purpose."
Yuan Xu and Kong Yuan were outstanding talents taught by Sovereign Martial Emperors. The Fox King had high hopes for Bai, a genius nurtured as the next Fiend King. Furthermore, there was Xiao Chen.
Without a great grandmaster-level Martial Sage, no one could stop such people.
As the flood dragon roared ferociously, the spirits covered the sky and launched themselves at the Ghost Race great grandmaster-level Martial Sage. The pressure on the flood dragon immediately lessened.
The Ghost Race great grandmaster-level Martial Sage showed a ferocious expression. His skin split open, and blood flowed out. Every time he punched, fifteen Heaven Dragons roared ferociously. This was a startling fifteen strands of Heaven Dragon Force.
"Junior, quickly stop. Otherwise, this Nine Layers of Purgatory will be your burial ground!"
The thunderous voice reverberated in the surroundings, containing a boundless killing intent.
Xiao Chen ignored the voice. He was not a fool. If he really stopped, there would be no chance of survival.
Xiao Chen could only let the spirits completely destroy this person and delay him. Only then would everyone have a chance of survival.
Otherwise, no one here could receive more than ten moves from a great grandmaster-level Martial Sage that could erupt out with fifteen strands of Heaven Dragon Force.
After about seven minutes, the remaining Ghost Race cultivators either fled or died. All the openings opened up.
The overwhelming number of spirits was like a sea drowning the Ghost Race great grandmaster-level Martial Sage.
The evil flood dragon roared happily and swung its tail. It quickly broke free and circled around in the air before burrowing into the ground.
The five gathered together, all of them more or less injured. Xiao Chen rejoiced. Fortunately, he brought Bai and the other two. Otherwise, he would not have been able to deal with such a situation alone.
"Elder Brother Xiao Chen, can we go now?!"
Bai asked as he put away the Snow Feather Sword. The others also looked over, waiting for his answer.
Xiao Chen's expression changed as he glanced at the black flood dragon descending to the ground. He said, "Qing Cheng, bring them away first. I'll follow later."
The expressions of the others changed slightly. Qing Cheng exclaimed in shock, "You can't be thinking of targeting this black flood dragon spirit, right? No matter how weak the black flood dragon is, it is still as strong as a great grandmaster-level Martial Sage."
Xiao Chen said calmly, "Don't worry. I'm confident. This black flood dragon spirit is severely injured. This is the best opportunity."
Even though Xiao Chen said that, no one knew how strong the black flood dragon spirit's final counterattack would be. No one knew what would happen to the Ghost Race old man, who was surrounded by the sea-like spirits. If anything went wrong, he would be consigned to eternal damnation.
"Qing Cheng, do as I say. I have the Freedom Wings. It will be easy for me to catch up to you!"
A pair of wings unfurled on Xiao Chen's back. He shouted, and his aura spread out. His long hair fluttered, and his figure became like a bright saber light. With one step, he arrived where the black flood dragon spirit landed.
"Let's go!"
Qing Cheng did not say anything more. She led Yuan Xu and the others to the next layer of purgatory.
When the evil flood dragon spirit saw that someone dared to block it, it roared ferociously. The sound waves hurt Xiao Chen's eardrums.
From top to bottom, the Dragon Might was terrifyingly dense. If a low-ranked cultivator were here, just the Dragon Might alone would be enough to crush them into dust.
Naturally, Xiao Chen did not fear the Dragon Might. In the process of visualizing the Xiao Clan's ancestor subduing dragons with his bare hands for the Dragon Subduing Slash, Xiao Chen had already gained a deep comprehension of the words "dragon subduing."
Xiao Chen had even creatively merged all thirteen moves of the Xiao Clan's Dragon Subduing Slash, forming the Flawless Blue Dragon and the Dragon Subduing Profound Slash.
Just at Small Perfection, Xiao Chen could easily kill a grandmaster-level Martial Sage. If it reached Great Perfection, it would be even more incredible.
With the heart of subduing dragons, Xiao Chen did not fear the Dragon Might. The one that should fear was the evil flood dragon spirit.
Xiao Chen stomped on the ground with both of his feet. One after another, azure dragons floated around his body. There was a total of eighteen of them.
Auspicious clouds covered every Blue Dragon, causing a strong wind to blow. Dragon Might spread for five kilometers around.
"Roar!"
The Blue Dragons roared ferociously in unison. The layered Dragon Might instantly overwhelmed the Dragon Might of the flood dragon spirit.
"Chop!" Xiao Chen narrowed his eyes and waved his hand at the sky. The eighteen azure dragon images turned into saber Qi that reached the sky and the ground. Then, they chopped down at the descending evil flood dragon spirit.
The saber Qi flying over seemed to be able to split the sky in half. The eighteen saber Qi linked together. The moment the first saber Qi chopped down, the second one followed.
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