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Chapter 470 - A Familiar Aura
"Everyone, I'm sorry, but according to the news, Qin Nan has accidentally fallen into the Mengpo River. It seems like the duel between the geniuses is not going to take place. [The website is refreshing with fewer advertisements. I like this kind of website the most, please give it a good review]. "Progenitor Wen Dao pretended to be sad and let out a sigh.
The words caused the hearts of the crowd to tremble.
Mengpo River!
How was Qin Nan going to survive after falling into the Mengpo River?
As for falling into the river accidentally?
That was impossible!
Song Yu, Lu Jian, and Miao Yuxin shook their heads. Qin Nan dared to oppose Progenitor Wen Dao on behalf of the Qinglong Sacred Area. There was no way he would have a good ending.
"Fell into the Mengpo River."
The expressions on the faces of Tang Qingshan, the Duanmu Mountain Lord, and the others instantly froze.
Mengpo River!
Mengpo River again!
A few hundred years ago, their Junior Sister had fallen into the Mengpo River too!
Previously, Tang Qingshan had been attacked by the Death's Attendant on the Underworld Bridge. Their Junior Sister had blocked the Death's Attendant's sneak attack in order to save Tang Qingshan's life!
Initially, Tang Qingshan, the Duanmu Mountain Lord, and the others had assumed that the Death's Attendant would not dare to act recklessly after breaking the rules. However, the Death's Attendant had made his move once again!
"Progenitor Wen Dao!"
Tang Qingshan's eyes instantly reddened as a boundless murderous intent burst out from his body.
Progenitor Wen Dao must be behind the Death's Attendant to be so daring!
"Tang Qingshan, don't be reckless!" The Sacred Lord Blue Dragon suddenly reached out his hand and placed it on Tang Qingshan's shoulder, before he uttered in a low tone, "Qin Nan is the Saint of the Qinglong Sacred Area. How could he die so easily? Don't worry, he will be back at the Reaper's Platform in no time! "
Back to the Reaper's Platform!
The eyes of Tang Qingshan and the others trembled, revealing a trace of confusion.
That was the Mengpo River. Would Qin Nan really return?
However, when Tang Qingshan and the others saw the determined look in Sacred Leader Qinglong's eyes despite the deathly aura, they fell silent. [Please go here to read a book]
Hearing this, all the cultivators shook their heads.
What kind of joke was this?
Falling into the Mengpo River, even a Venerable One would not be able to return!
"Hahaha …"
Progenitor Wen Dao and Sacred Leader Feiyang burst out laughing after hearing this. They exchanged glances with one another in mid-air, resulting in a fiery explosion.
The Reaper's Platform had opened!
As long as he waited a little longer, it would be time to strike!
…
…
Sea of Death, second trial, Bridge of Helplessness.
Qin Nan felt as if he had fallen into hell. His ears were filled with endless roars.
"This Death's Attendant didn't dare to use his full strength …"
A thought flashed across Qin Nan's mind. Although his figure was sent flying, he was only slightly injured, thus his strength was still present.
He swiftly scanned his surroundings, and his scalp turned numb with a glimpse.
Countless dead spirits were filled with excitement. They opened their bloody mouths wide and charged at Qin Nan's figure.
"Demonic Art of Heart-Calming and Sweeping!"
Qin Nan uttered a roar as he summoned a giant bell, which encapsulated his figure.
The countless dead spirits slammed into the giant bell, resulting in a series of explosions, causing the entire bell to tremble violently.
"Sky Thunder!"
Qin Nan's left eye fired countless rays of lightning that encapsulated the bell. Any dead souls that approached the bell were instantly destroyed by the lightning.
"This won't do, there are too many dead souls in this Mengpo River. I have to escape from here as soon as possible!"
Qin Nan glanced at the immeasurably deep crimson river and clenched his teeth. He executed the Demonic Art of Heart-Calming and prepared to return to the Bridge of Helplessness with the help of the bell and the lightning.
However, the number of dead spirits surrounding him continued to increase, which formed a barrier in the sky, causing his figure to fall to the ground.
Even with Qin Nan's Thirty-Three-Dragon-Lined Nascent Soul, he could not break through it.
The reason being that there were too many dead souls!
BANG! BANG! BANG!
As the dead souls collided with each other, Qin Nan's figure was slowly pushed deeper into the Mengpo River. His surroundings were filled with crimson water and countless dead souls.
"Damn it …"
Qin Nan's expression changed as he continued to attack with the Sky Thunder.
Even though his attacks were powerful, with each strike being enough to shatter more than ten dead souls into pieces, it was still a drop in the bucket compared to the hundreds of millions of dead souls.
"Copper mirror!"
Qin Nan let out a roar.
He clearly knew that there was no way he could escape from this place with his own strength.
However, the copper mirror in his Divine Sense remained silent as if it did not hear Qin Nan's roar.
"Damn it, why isn't the copper mirror reacting at such a crucial moment? If this goes on, my cultivation base will be completely depleted by this undead spirit … "
Qin Nan quickly pondered, but failed to come up with a conclusion.
ROAR! ROAR!
At that instant, two shocking roars could be heard all of a sudden.
Among the countless dead souls, two enormous dead souls with crimson eyes sprang toward Qin Nan's figure with a ferocious aura.
"Half-Martial Highness Realm dead souls?"
Qin Nan's expression changed tremendously.
The dead souls he was dealing with were only at the Martial Emperor Realm and Martial Ancestor Realm. He did not expect a half-Martial Highness Realm to appear!
Half-Martial Highness, half-Martial Highness Realm!
"Kill!"
Qin Nan let out a roar and drew out the ancient saber Ira, which emitted a shocking saber intent as he engaged in a fierce battle with the two dead souls.
The two dead souls were not afraid of using Martial Arts, artifacts, or Martial Skills despite their cultivations. However, they were constantly knocked back by Qin Nan's saber intent.
ROAR! ROAR! ROAR!
However, that was not the end of it. Over twenty half-Martial Highness Realm dead souls joined the battle and charged toward Qin Nan.
"It's almost impossible to escape now. If that's the case, let's fight then!"
Qin Nan clenched his teeth as his battle intent was fully unleashed!
It was as if he had turned into a battle puppet as he continued to swing his saber and slash downward.
The glow of the Thirty-Three-Dragon-Lined Nascent Soul in his body gradually dimmed as the battle continued, causing Qin Nan's body to feel weak.
"Could it be... that I'm going to die here?"
The thought surfaced in Qin Nan's mind.
He suddenly recalled how Tang Qingshan had knelt before him at the Xuanling Clan, how the Sacred Lord Blue Dragon had been engulfed in a deathly aura, how the Longhu Ancestor Beast, Sima Kong, Gong Yang, and finally Princess Miaomiao.
If he were to die here, how could he face the expectations of the people who had been waiting for him!
"Fight!"
Qin Nan uttered a raging roar as his hair danced wildly. A shocking battle intent burst out from his body as he stared into the sky.
Fight! Fight! Fight!
A series of explosions took place in the Mengpo River.
Qin Nan continued to fight. He had no idea how long the battle had lasted, or how many times he had swung his saber. He only knew that the number of dead souls before him was endless. Even when he was worn out and fainted, there was still no sign of any light being emitted from the dead souls.
"I …"
Qin Nan opened his mouth and was about to say something, but the great fatigue completely devoured his thoughts.
The giant bell and the thunderbolts that were emitted from his body vanished as well. The surrounding dead souls uttered roars and charged forward in a frenzy, trying to tear Qin Nan's figure into pieces.
"How bold!"
At that instant, a rare occurrence took place, as an imperious roar exploded.
The figures of the dead souls — even those of the half-Martial Highness Realm — stiffened as if they had encountered something terrifying. Their eyes were filled with terror as they held their heads and fled for their lives.
In the blink of an eye, not a single dead soul was left among the countless dead souls. Only the crimson river remained.
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