"Bang!
Bang! Bang! "All the saber Qi struck the flood dragon spirit at nearly the same time. Strands of black resentment spread out from the flood dragon spirit's body.
The Subduing Dragon Profound Slash nearly scattered this ferocious spirit, causing it to wail miserably in the air.
Xiao Chen heaved a sigh of relief. Executing the Subduing Dragon Profound Slash so quickly exhausted him significantly.
However, Xiao Chen rejoiced in his heart. It looked like he had made the right bet. The Ghost Race's great grandmaster-level Martial Sage had severely injured this flood dragon spirit and was now very weak.
Otherwise, given that it was as strong as a great grandmaster-level Martial Sage, the Subduing Dragon Profound Slash would not have been able to inflict so much damage on it.
The flood dragon spirit's eyes glowed red as it looked at Xiao Chen in despair. Then, it let out a sorrowful roar and turned into a beam of black light charging at him.
Xiao Chen's heart sank as he quickly dodged. This was the other party's final counterattack before death.
The final counterattack of a great grandmaster-level Martial Sage would not be something that Xiao Chen could imagine.
"Pa!"
However, he was still too late. That black light was so fast that it surpassed the speed at which Xiao Chen could think. Just as he thought of fleeing, the black light stabbed into his chest.
The black light pierced into his chest, and blood gushed out like a fountain from the wound. Black lines spread out from the wound in all directions.
When Xiao Chen looked carefully, he discovered that the black light was actually a pair of black scissors. They were half a meter long and had black dragon markings carved on them, giving them a spiritual charm.
A vast, sea-like resentment immediately spread throughout Xiao Chen's body and quickly reached his brain.
The cries of agony were endless, echoing incessantly in his mind.
Xiao Chen bit the tip of his tongue and spat out a mouthful of blood. His mind became much clearer. He endured the intense pain and grabbed the handle of the scissors. Then, he pulled it out.
Boundless black Qi lingered around the bloody hole in Xiao Chen's chest. The evil flood dragon spirit's counterattack before death had pierced through him. If it had attacked at full speed, it would have torn his physical body to shreds.
"Fortunately, my Firmament Body Tempering Art has already reached Consummation. As long as my heart is not shattered, I will be able to recover quickly."
After vomiting another mouthful of blood, Xiao Chen started to size up the black scissors in his hand. According to Qing Cheng, this was an Immortal scissors from the Immortal Epoch.
Unfortunately, the Immortal Dao had been destroyed, hell had shattered, and reincarnation no longer existed. The Immortal Scissors had also lost its divine might, and was now just an ordinary item.
Even the Blue Robed Emperor didn't think much of it. However, no matter how ordinary it was, it had lost its divine might. The materials used to make the Immortal Scissors were genuine and top-notch divine materials.
The ten-thousand-year-old Flame Crystal and ten-thousand-year-old Refined Iron that Situ Leihong needed were of great use to Xiao Chen's Blue Dragon Body Nourishing Art.
When the wound on his chest healed, Xiao Chen could not care about anything else. He circulated the Blue Dragon Body Nourishing Art and swallowed the remaining half of the Flood Dragon Scissors into his body.
Roar!
Just as he swallowed half of it, a dragon roar came from Xiao Chen's body. An azure dragon image appeared between his bones, swimming up and down his body.
One Dragon Force!
Unexpectedly, he gained an additional Dragon Force. Xiao Chen was greatly startled. What is going on? Even if the materials of this Immortal Scissors were incredible back then, it was still impossible for him to use it.
Even if the materials used to make the Immortal Scissors were incredible, Xiao Chen estimated that even if he swallowed all of it, he would only gain half a Dragon Force at most.
After all, back then, Xiao Chen had swallowed more than five hundred tons of divine materials before he barely gained one Dragon Force.
Now, the Immortal Scissors in his hand already gained one Dragon Force when he swallowed half of it. If he swallowed all of it, wouldn't he gain two Dragon Force? This was too strange.
Xiao Chen did not understand. He could not figure out what was going on. However, the increase in his Vital Qi was real. There was no exaggeration at all, and it was not just a mirage.
With a thought, Xiao Chen could easily feel the Vital Qi bursting out of his body. That was a bona fide two Dragon Force.
When Xiao Chen swallowed the remaining half of the Flood Dragon Scissors, his Vital Qi gained another Dragon Force, reaching three Dragon Force.
Could it be because of the flood dragon spirit? Xiao Chen thought of an answer.
It was very likely that the Blue Dragon Body Nourishing Art increased Dragon Energy. This Immortal Scissors contained the ferocious spirit of a flood dragon from the Immortal Epoch. By swallowing it, Xiao Chen could quickly increase his Dragon Energy.
This opened a shortcut for Xiao Chen. In the future, if he swallowed Secret Treasures containing dragon spirits, the goal of ten Dragon Force would no longer be as distant as it was in the beginning.
"Good. Indeed, riches are found amidst danger. This half of the Flood Dragon Scissors is not much. However, it has opened a path for me, a shortcut to cultivating the Blue Dragon Body Nourishing Art."
Xiao Chen revealed an expression of wild joy. He glanced at the Ghost Race great grandmaster-level Martial Sage, who was still engulfed by the many spirits.
Xiao Chen said his thanks softly and unfurled the Freedom Wings, quickly flying forward.
Qing Cheng carried his Cycle Banner with her, so she could sense it. She was not afraid of getting lost in this Nine Layers of Purgatory with the four.
After one hour, the Ghost Race great grandmaster-level Martial Sage charged out of the encirclement in a sorry state. Black light filled the air.
In just one hour, this person felt like a year and a half had passed. His face was filled with intense fatigue.
Wave after wave of thousands of spirits were destroyed by this person's fists. If this person were at his peak, he would be able to charge out of the encirclement with a shout.
However, after fighting with the flood dragon spirit for a long time, his body was no longer at its peak. He had even gone overboard a few times, causing significant damage to his body.
The Ghost Race great grandmaster-level Martial Sage showed a sullen expression as he looked around. Most of the hundred-odd people he brought were already dead, including a few of his prized disciples.
"A white-robed man? Since when did the Kunlun Realm have such a decisive and sharp junior? How come I did not know about it? "
This person's expression turned terrifyingly sullen. Xiao Chen's face appeared in his mind again. He clenched his fist so hard that crackling sounds could be heard. He said angrily, "No matter how great your background is, there is no way for you to survive after offending me, Mo Lian, in this Nine Layers of Purgatory."
Just at this moment, sonic booms resounded. Mo Lian felt several strong auras flying in his direction. One of them was no weaker than his at his peak.
Mo Lian looked up and narrowed his eyes. He muttered, "So, it is the Medicine God Valley's people."
This was not the first time the Medicine God Valley had come to the Nine Layers of Purgatory to obtain Yin-attributed flames. Mo Lian did not find this strange. He had not recovered yet and did not wish to meet this group of people.
"Haha! Old Mo, please stop. Unexpectedly, we meet again here."
When the Medicine God Valley's Mister Wei saw Mo Lian, he showed a joyful expression and quickly called out.
"Hey, how come Old Mo is injured in the first layer of purgatory?" Mister Wei asked doubtfully when he saw Mo Lian's injuries.
Initially, Mo Lian did not want to bother with Mister Wei. However, he suddenly remembered that Mister Wei was a grandmaster-level Alchemist. He should have some Sage Grade Essence Cultivating Pills on him that could help him recover his Vital Qi and injuries quickly.
If Mo Lian was lucky, he might be able to catch up to that white-clad brat.
"I was ambushed by a white-clad youth. Mister Wei, you came at the right time. How many Sage Grade Essence Cultivating Pills do you have? I'll buy them all."
What kind of youth could even ambush the Ghost Race's Mo Lian?
A white-clad youth?
Suddenly, a thought occurred to Mister Wei. He took out a painting and asked, "Brother Mo, is this the white-clad youth you mentioned?"
When Mo Lian unfurled the painting, a boundless murderous intent immediately surged in his eyes. He asked coldly, "What is your relationship with this person? Why do you carry his painting on you?"
Mister Wei put away the painting and said, "Brother Mo, please do not misunderstand. Our Medicine God Valley has no relationship with this white-clad Xiao Chen."
The second layer of purgatory was called the Mirror of Sin Hell. It punished those who killed their relatives when they were alive, those who killed their parents or brothers.
There was a mirror in there called the Mirror of Sin. With just a gentle shine, it could show the scene of one killing their relatives. It would place one in an illusion, repeating the scene over and over again.
However, the pain of the person you injured would be multiplied by a thousandfold. When you stabbed someone, you would have to endure the pain of a hundred stabs.
What was even more painful was the heartache. The despair of your relatives would be magnified a hundredfold, forcing you to endure it yourself.
You would have to endure both physical and mental pain. The cycle brought boundless torture, even more horrifying than the first layer of the Mirror of Sin Hell.
However, that was a legend from the Immortal Epoch. The current Mirror of Sin Hell was a mirror-like glacier. Rumor had it that it was formed by the Mirror of Sin.
There were many mutated spirits in the glacier that merged with ice. They had already surpassed the category of spirits and were known as Ice Phantoms.
After killing Ice Phantoms, one could obtain Ice Soul Pearls. These pearls were of great help to cultivators who cultivated ice-attributed states.
Hence, this layer of purgatory was much more popular than the Mute Desert. Occasionally, one could see cultivators fighting with Ice Phantoms.
As Xiao Chen flew in the air, he casually killed a few Ice Phantoms that were not very strong. After that, he could no longer endure their harassment.
After that, he could no longer endure the might of his immortal will of thunder and unleashed the might of his immortal will of thunder. Phantoms feared lightning-attributed energy the most in the first place. Furthermore, Xiao Chen's Small Perfection saber soul was hidden within.
With these two factors stacked together, the Ice Phantoms' instinctive fear deterred them from offending Xiao Chen.
Relying on his connection to the Cycle Banner, Xiao Chen quickly flew towards Bai and the others. Bai's group did not slow down. They probably knew that Xiao Chen had the Freedom Wings and would catch up to them sooner or later.
Suddenly, Xiao Chen, who was flying quickly, paused in the air.
Five kilometers ahead, there was a man and a woman fighting an intense battle with four or five Ice Phantoms.
Each Ice Phantoms was at least a hundred meters tall. The tallest was close to two hundred meters tall. Their huge bodies were like small hills.
Ice Phantoms could increase their strength by swallowing their own kind. Normally, the larger they were, the stronger they were. Once they were over a hundred meters tall, they were basically as strong as Martial Sages.
A two-hundred-meter-tall Ice Phantom was already as strong as a Medial Grade Martial Sage.
The man and woman had a hard time dealing with them. The woman was only an Inferior Grade Martial Sage. The man was slightly stronger, already a peak Inferior Grade Martial Sage.
This man used good Saber Techniques and a strong saber intent. Even from a kilometer away, Xiao Chen could feel the sharpness of this man. This was a peak Great Perfection saber intent.
Naturally, what made Xiao Chen stop was not this man's saber intent but his Saber Technique, the Four Season Saber Technique.
Spring, Summer, Autumn, and Winter — four mysterious phenomena flashed around this man. This person was the lower-realm's Bai Clan's Bai Qi.
Bai Qi seemed to have made some improvements to this Four Season Saber Technique. Although it was not as good as Xiao Chen's, it was still very incredible.
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