That indescribable strange object was a treasured sword painted with an indescribable pigment.
It was a color that exceeded nature, a shape that exceeded nature, a pattern that exceeded nature.
No one could observe what it was, but it also seemed to be nothing.
Gong Shang Yu could not see through it with his mind's eye. He immediately opened his eyes in shock, but he could not understand it even more.
This was an extremely absurd feeling, so absurd that he didn't know how to describe it.
"Could this be the legendary, beyond the three realms, not within the five elements?"
Gong Shang Yu was right, but what he was thinking was exactly what Mo Qiong and the others wanted him to think!
The members were all good at taking advantage of the ignorance of others, and loved to lead others down the wrong path, so no matter how they thought, they could not understand the truth.
"What's your name!" Mo Qiong shouted.
That iron cultivator who dared to kill mortals saw Mo Qiong staring at him, and answered loudly, "Ning Daowen!"
Just as he finished speaking, he felt his Niwan Palace shake violently. Mo Qiong suddenly collided with his Nascent Soul, injuring himself and injuring the enemy … Yes, everything!
"Ah!" Ning Daowen already knew that Mo Qiong had a method to take away other people's Nascent Souls. Dongye Boyu fell into it, so of course he knew.
But he did not think that there was such a powerful divine technique in the world, and felt that Dongye Boyu had underestimated his enemy.
As long as his guard was tight, he did not believe that the enemy could take away his Nascent Soul when they were both in the Nascent Soul stage!
When he reported his name, he was already on full alert, but he did not expect Mo Qiong's mental attack to be so direct.
It was not as profound and profound as he expected. Collision! And it was over!
The strangest thing was, with this collision, his Nascent Soul suddenly disappeared, vanishing into thin air!
"My Nascent Soul!" Ning Daowen fell from the sky, and was immediately supported by his senior brothers, but his face was pale, and he screamed at the top of his lungs.
He looked hatefully at the indescribable object behind Mo Qiong, and his whole body trembled.
"What kind of magic treasure is this!" Ning Daowen wailed.
Far away in the manor, Dongye Boyu, who had finished his porridge and was watching the show, burst into laughter. His heart had already jumped out of the situation. Naturally, he knew that Mo Qiong was tricking his senior brothers.
First, he took out a mystic treasure that he did not understand. Then, he used the blue and white Daos to take the other party's Yuanying. Since the other party did not understand the theory behind it, they would naturally think that the mystic treasure was the reason why Mo Qiong's attack was so strange!
Therefore, he naturally thought that his Nascent Soul had been sucked into the magic treasure!
Where did the Nascent Soul go? Dongye Boyu didn't know, but Master Gou and the others knew very well that they had been sent directly into the sealed reactor in Bastet's warehouse.
Sister You and Jiang Long were waiting in the warehouse. If it was a pure Nascent Soul cultivator, they would directly accept it. If they were conscious, they would be burned.
Ning Daowen had lost his Nascent Soul. If it were any other time, these people would be frantically searching everywhere for Ning Daowen, wondering where his Nascent Soul had gone.
This way, they would quickly discover the strangeness of Bastet's warehouse and seize power.
But now, they didn't have to worry about that.
Mo Qiong smiled and said, "I have a treasure that can eliminate the three flowers on one's head and the five Qi in one's chest. With a hook of the Primordial Spirit, one's Dao Fruit will automatically be listed on the Juexian Ranking. Even Immortals can be banished to the mortal world!"
Ning Daowen hissed, "This is … the Juexian Ranking?"
The faces of the other apprentice-brothers turned pale. This magic treasure was simply too terrifying. It was simply the most 'evil' magic treasure of all.
"Quickly, take the Juexian Ranking!" The other cultivators instantly took out their treasures and directly took the floating, nameless item.
A middle-aged cultivator swept the Juexian Ranking with his treasure. He said in surprise, "You didn't recognize it as your master?"
He took it away so easily. Even he couldn't believe it.
Mo Qiong smiled. "Take a guess."
With that, the middle-aged cultivator's Nascent Soul trembled and instantly disappeared!
He wailed and fell from the sky with the Juexian Ranking.
Perhaps this guy had bad relationships with others. Without his Nascent Soul, no one went to help him.
Instead, Master Gou's figure flashed and caught him, placing him on the ground.
"Go away, mortal!" Master Gou pushed him away and flew into the sky again.
The middle-aged cultivator staggered a few steps and stared blankly at his fellow disciples in the sky.
At that moment, his fellow disciples were busy killing Mo Qiong.
"Kill him first!"
Their attacks were extremely powerful. For a moment, the air was filled with intense energy.
Whenever Mo Qiong encountered a treasure, he would hit it with his banner, and the treasure would disappear on the spot.
If it was the wind or sword qi, the Treasure Falling Banner could also mostly dissipate it!
One had to know that he was also in the Nascent Soul stage now. It was not that difficult for him to neutralize the enemy's attacks. With Absolute Hit, Mo Qiong was able to handle the thousands of attacks with ease. It felt like he was invulnerable.
"This Treasure Falling Banner is too terrifying!" The cultivators were in despair. This was not just a Treasure Falling Banner. It felt like it could take in anything!
Mo Qiong held the black banner in his hand and charged at the various attacks!
Sword qi flew, and the small banner swept toward the Blue and White Society's warehouse number seven.
Spiritual seals smashed, and the small banner swept toward the Blue and White Society's warehouse number nine.
Fire dragons flew, and the small banner swept toward the Blue and White Society's warehouse number thirteen.
Sword qi, Dharma treasures, and Dao techniques could be recycled!
Master Gou laughed mockingly. "That's not a Treasure Falling Banner. It's a Five-Colored Divine Banner!"
After a few minutes, Mo Qiong had suffered some injuries. On the other hand, the other cultivators had beaten themselves into poverty …
Of course, they were not stupid. Their attacks were all aimed at the Juexian Leaderboard.
The item seemed to have been shattered, but the fragments were still indescribable. It looked like it had only changed its form. No one could tell if it was destroyed or not …
Whoosh!
Mo Qiong found a chance to catch his breath and made another cultivator's Nascent Soul disappear.
In their eyes, another fellow disciple had made it to the Juexian Leaderboard.
"Senior Brother! Make your move! "Ning Daowen shouted.
Gong Shangyu did not attack. After observing for a long time, he said, "Why didn't you attack my Nascent Soul?"
Mo Qiong tilted his head and said, "Dongye Boyu told me that he has a senior brother who has a strong Primordial Spirit defense and is good at mental attacks. It's you, right?"
Gong Shangyu did not have any emotional reaction to Dongye Boyu's explanation.
"Get into formation," Gong Shangyu said in a low voice. At the same time, the flying sword under his feet rose dozens of meters.
His junior brothers hurriedly asked, "What song?"
Gong Shangyu said in a low voice, "Melting Snow."
He knelt on the flying sword and placed the huge guqin on his back in front of his knees.
Clang!
The guqin only made a slight sound, but it was as if a powerful army was charging at them. It made one's hair stand on end.
Mo Qiong was on guard against the appearance of any energy. However, he did not sense any energy fluctuations despite being on full alert.
The guqin changed its tune and became melancholic. It was like a gentle breeze and drizzle, soothing one's heart.
From an artistic point of view, this guqin song was stunning. It was as gentle as being under the spring sun. Those who heard it would feel as if ice and snow had melted.
Even a stubborn rock would soften after listening to this song.
However, from a battle perspective, Mo Qiong did not see the power of this song at all.
Just as Gong Shangyu was playing the guqin, his five junior brothers suddenly swayed and danced in the air.
Two of them still had Nascent Souls. They used gentle Dharmic powers to wash their sleeves and flew gently left and right, protecting the other two junior brothers who had lost their Nascent Souls.
The pitiful middle-aged cultivator who was saved by Master Gou was too far away. When he heard Gong Shangyu was about to play the guqin, he ran away like a madman.
"???" Mo Qiong did not understand what kind of formation this was. They danced without a word.
However, just in case, he hurriedly asked everyone to back away.
Just as the unrelated people retreated a little, Lord Gou suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, and the sound of his bones cracking could be heard from his body.
At the same time, Mo Qiong felt uncomfortable all over. His internal organs were squeezed together and even cracked!
Instantly, Mo Qiong fumed. His heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys all started bleeding.
"Ah?" Mo Qiong was shocked. He immediately spat a mouthful of cold air at Gong Shangyu's face.
Unfortunately, although it hit, the power was too weak. After the cold air penetrated Gong Shangyu's energy defense, it was close to normal temperature. It was just like a cool breeze.
He wanted to shoot out his Primordial Spirit to attack Gong Shangyu, but he found that the sound of the guqin was also wearing down his Primordial Spirit.
His Nascent Soul was already like this in his Niwan Palace. What would happen if it hit his Niwan Palace? Mo Qiong would probably be seriously injured and faint when the enemy's Nascent Soul was shot away.
Although he could recover if he was on the verge of collapse, he could not do that now. There were still two healthy cultivators on the field!
"No, I have to stop him from playing the guqin first," Mo Qiong thought.
His body, Dharmic powers, and mind were all under the attack of the guqin sound. It was impossible to defend against it.
Looking at the few cultivators who were dancing leisurely, he finally understood that the real Sound Wave Technique killed people without leaving a trace. There was no Qi sword or Sound Blade as he had imagined.
If it was Qi sword or Sound Blade, it would be better to shoot out Sword Qi directly. Why would he need to use a musical instrument?
"This is ultrasonic!" Adams shouted as he flew over.
Mo Qiong and Master Gou understood. They were caught off guard by the sound of the guqin. Even if they did not hear the warning, they knew it was a problem with the frequency.
Gong Shangyu's Sound Wave Technique was a combination of spells and guqin music. It directly used sound waves to hurt people. It was invisible and intangible.
Under the infusion of Dharmic powers, all defenses were silently penetrated. The ultrasonic waves shook the organs, and the pressure directly caused people to bleed profusely. The gentle sound of the guqin was filled with violent killing intent.
Apart from the body, Dharmic powers were the same. Mo Qiong felt that his Dharmic powers were no longer under his control. The frequency of his energy was the frequency of his opponent. He could forcefully control it, but if he wanted to hurt others, he had to hurt himself first.
Everyone's body would instantly adapt to the gentle wind and rain of his music without them knowing. Every cell's frequency would resonate with the sound of the guqin until they were smashed to pieces!
"This guqin sound should be indiscriminate. They also have to follow the concept and resist it according to the specific frequency," Mo Qiong said.
This was obvious. Otherwise, why would Gong Shangyu's junior brothers dance there and not attack? It was because if they did not follow the specific method to break it, they would also be hurt by the sound of the guqin.
Master Gou wanted to follow suit, but found that his dance was useless. This concept was not as simple as dancing. There was a set of skills hidden in it that had been trained over a long period of time. It was like an antidote.
These people all knew how to not be hurt by this kind of music, but Mo Qiong and Master Gou did not know. Even Dongye Boyu did not know this song of melting snow.
"This song looks gentle on the surface, but in reality, it's a violent storm with majestic momentum!" Adams said. At the same time, he held his sword and rushed towards Gong Shangyu.
He was the only one present who could hear the complete version of this song. Only he, Adams, was not afraid of any sound waves. One had to know that his characteristic was that he could accept sound waves of all frequencies. Whether it was infrasound or ultrasonic waves, even if the frequency was high enough to kill without leaving a trace, he could still forcibly withstand it.
Of course, if the sound waves were too loud, he would also be shaken to death. However, Gong Shangyu's Sound Wave Technique did not rely on volume, but frequency. This had no effect on Adams.
This allowed him to even enjoy the beautiful melody that could not be heard by the human ear.
Gong Shangyu's song was gentle within 20000 Hertz, but above 20000 Hertz, his magic power was like a torrential storm!
It looked like he was using the guqin, but in reality, he was using Qi.
On the surface, it was as gentle as jade, but in the domain that could not be heard by the human ear, it was a domineering and soul-stirring song!
After Adams said this, Gong Shangyu suddenly stopped playing the guqin. With a surprised expression, he suddenly raised his head and looked at Adams.
"Hmm?" Adams saw that he had stopped playing. He rolled his eyes and said with a smile. "This song is filled with golden spears and iron horses, with the intent of wind and frost. It should be called melting blood, am I right? "
Gong Shangyu stared at Adams with shining eyes. His cold expression slowly changed, and a surprised smile appeared on his face.
His smile was very slow, and gradually became bigger, like a winter plum blossom slowly blooming.
The two of them looked at each other, and actually treated everyone present as air!
"Senior Brother!" A cultivator did not expect Gong Shangyu to be in a daze and hurriedly called out to him.
However, when the song stopped, Mo Qiong took the opportunity to take their Nascent Souls. In an instant, except for Gong Shangyu, the five cultivators were all on the 'Juexian Leaderboard'.
Mo Qiong's face was as white as paper, and his eyes were trembling. After five consecutive collisions with the Nascent Souls, he was not feeling well either, and his whole body was dizzy. He secretly wanted to improve his mental defense as soon as possible. To him, the higher the defense, the stronger the attack.
"Senior Brother! Senior Brother! "The five cultivators who had fallen to the mortal world were no longer a threat. They fell to the ground and shouted at Gong Shangyu.
However, Gong Shangyu did not even look at them. It was as if he had discovered something unbelievable. He only played another song for Adams.
The style of this song suddenly changed. It was like high mountains and flowing water, and a quiet valley.
At the same time, Lord Gou dragged his five junior brothers away …
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