pappabearbooks Chapter 1243 - 372: One Lu Yaoyao, Three Zhou Qings, Three Shen Hanyis (6k)
Chapter 1243 - 372: One Lu Yaoyao, Three Zhou Qings, Three Shen Hanyis (6k)
That’s right!Zhou suddenly recalled that back when he was in the Kunpeng Palace and killed Yan Sen, the latter instantly recognized the aura of the Eternal Sin Fire Mirror.
And he blurted out that it was an extreme weapon, even wanting to claim it for himself. (Chapter 295).
"Among the four great geniuses of the young generation of the Yan Family, ranked according to ’Samsara of Myriad Phenomena’..."
Zhou’s gaze sharpened, "These four are all in the Spirit Severing Realm, they must have all been privy to the family’s core secrets..."
It seems that the Yan Family must be hiding a real Extreme Dao Weapon!
Otherwise, how could Yama possibly possess such a terrifying imitation extreme weapon?
At this moment, the center of the battlefield suddenly erupted with a deafening roar!
"Roar——"
Nine golden dragons of luck roared toward the sky, their dragon cries echoing through the heavens.
The dazzling golden dragon breath cascaded like a celestial river, colliding fiercely with countless gray-white threads released by the lamp.
"Boom!"
The world shook!
The eerie lamp trembled violently, the countless gray-white threads instantly weaving into a deathly net that obscured the sky and sun.
What was entwined in the net were not just ordinary gray mist, but countless twisted and wailing Resentful Spirit phantoms, exuding an ominous and creepy aura.
Wherever the net passed, even the golden dragon breath froze into ice crystals, falling one after another.
Zhou’s pupils shrank suddenly.
Under the blood-colored Heavy Pupils, he clearly saw that within the frozen golden dragon breath, strands of the Dynasty’s luck were being forcibly extracted by the gray-white threads!
This imitation extreme weapon could actually devour luck!
"Roar——"
The nine golden dragons let out a painful howl, gray-white spots began to appear on their dragon bodies.
The Old Emperor’s face changed suddenly, he bit his tongue tip fiercely, spraying out a mouthful of Essence Blood.
The Essence Blood transformed in midair into nine blood-colored suns, merging into the golden dragons.
The momentum of the golden dragons surged instantly, the runes on their scales shining as bright as the blazing sun.
They spiraled, forming a profound formation, their dragon heads facing each other, their tails connected, surprisingly condensing a massive golden sword that spanned the heavens and earth in the void!
"Slash!"
With a fierce shout from the Old Emperor, the massive golden sword slashed down with the force of world destruction.
Where the sword edge passed, space shattered like a mirror!
"Crack——"
The grating sound of shattering resounded through the heavens and earth.
The gray-white net was forcibly split open a huge gap, numerous gray mists dissipated in the golden light.
The lamp’s shadow shook violently, and even the flame at the wick dimmed somewhat.
But in this flash, the lamp suddenly spun eerily.
The dense gray-white threads surged frantically, forming a massive pale hand in the void that obscured the sky!
The giant hand spread its five fingers, each finger entwined with writhing gray flames, then fiercely grasped at the massive golden sword!
"Boom——"
Two terrifying forces collided fiercely in the void.
The aftermath of the impact turned into visible shockwaves, scattering the clouds within a hundred miles instantly.
The main peak of Wuxiang Mountain collapsed under this force, countless rocks being ground to dust before they even hit the ground.
Even though Zhou and the others were watching from the outskirts, they were shaken by the aftermath, their energy and blood surging.
Some of the weaker cultivators even spat out fresh blood directly, their faces pale.
"Is this...the pinnacle duel of the Spirit Severing Realm..." someone murmured, trembling.
At the center of the battlefield, the massive golden sword and the pale giant hand were still in stalemate.
Every collision triggered celestial phenomena, sometimes the golden light flourished, other times gray-white filled the sky.
The two completely different Powers of Law were clashing madly in the void, even the rules of this part of the world began to become disordered.
Zhou stared intently at the eerie lamp, his heart a stormy sea.
This was just a replica, if it were a true Extreme Dao Weapon, how formidable would its power be?
Including the Eternal Sin Fire Mirror on him, was just a remnant.
The missing mirror surface, according to what Lu had once read in a street stall book, was in a certain black snow mountain.
In his memory, the only truly complete Extreme Dao Weapon he had seen was the black bell on his Second Uncle.
Back then, it was by borrowing the power of that bell that he forcibly opened the blood-colored scroll he had obtained by using the Copy Sticker from Zone 6.
And obtained the Inscription Level Divine Technique "Hundred Tribulations Blood Curtain".
"No way——" Xuanyuan Shuo suddenly whispered, transforming into a golden stream of light, shooting deep into Wuxiang Mountain.
Zhou’s gaze flickered slightly, with the Xuanyuan brothers joining forces and taking advantage of the terrain, this battle would soon conclude.
As for Yama, knowing that Zhao Muye and others were watching from the shadows, he would not exert all his strength unless he was extremely foolish.
Both sides would certainly stop at the crucial moment, there was no further spectacle in this peak duel.
"Senior Brother Shen, we should go." Zhou transmitted worriedly.
However, Shen Yunzhou turned a deaf ear, still standing in place, intently watching the distant battlefield.
Zhou muttered a curse under his breath, "small-minded," then quietly retreated alone.
Outwardly calm, he was actually still feeling the sting on his back where Xuanyuan Hao’s Dragon Abyss Sword had injured him.
Now that the goal was achieved, he had to find a safe place to heal quickly.
After all, in a place surrounded by such strong cultivators, any injury could become a fatal flaw.
...
"Zhou!"
"Old Fourth!"
Seeing Zhou return, Lu Yaoyao, Ghost Mastiff, and Luo Lingling hurried over eagerly.
Zhou waved his hand and smiled, "I’m fine."
He paused, "I plan to return to the sect in two years, what are your plans?"
"Wherever Zhou goes, I go!" Lu Yaoyao immediately stated.
Luo Lingling, upon hearing this, glanced at Zhou with understanding in her beautiful eyes, probing, "Xiao Qing, you’re not planning to——"