NIP Chapter 149 Sword Slashes Through the Mystic Sect, Bloodbath Before the Feng Shui Formation
Chapter 149 Sword Slashes Through the Mystic Sect, Bloodbath Before the Feng Shui Formation
Snowstorm raged across the top of Panlong Mountain.
Ye Qingcheng stomped her toes on the ground and her figure transformed into a stunning blur.
She had no intention of testing him. Her white robes fluttered in the night wind, and the long sword in her hand was pointed directly at Xu Changqing's throat.
Xu Changqing stood still.
An undisguised mockery appeared on his gaunt face.
"A warrior is just a warrior. He has brute strength but no understanding of the great power of nature."
Xu Changqing's withered fingers gently moved the compass.
The copper needle on the compass was throbbing violently.
The hard asphalt road in front of the villa suddenly cracked inch by inch. A visible, earthy yellow aura of malevolent energy surged from the ground, instantly transforming into more than a dozen sharp earth spikes, blocking all of Ye Qingcheng's attack routes.
The methods of the Xuanmen Tianji Pavilion.
They don't cultivate their physical bodies or practice internal energy; they specialize in Qimen Dunjia and Feng Shui. Given enough time to set up their feng shui, and by harnessing the spiritual energy of heaven, earth, mountains, and rivers, a single feng shui master can even outlast three Grandmasters of the same level.
Moreover, the spiritual energy within the Panlong Mountain formation has been forcibly drained, and the earth's veins are currently in their most violent backlash phase. Xu Changqing is essentially taking advantage of the mess left by Lu Yuan to create a favorable situation.
Two disciples dressed in Taoist robes emerged from behind Xu Changqing.
Each of them held three black array flags in their hands, and the moment Ye Qingcheng was blocked by the ground spikes, they suddenly flung the array flags into the air.
The six battle flags swelled in the wind, emitting a strong stench of corpses, transforming into an invisible cage that slammed down on Ye Qingcheng.
"Surrender obediently, and this old man will spare your corpse."
Xu Changqing was confident of victory.
This "Soul-Locking Array," activated by the earth's malevolent energy, will completely corrode the protective aura of a Grandmaster within seconds if they are tainted by it.
Ye Qingcheng looked at the approaching battle flags.
She did not take a single step back.
A faint golden halo covered the blade of the longsword.
That wasn't the internal energy of the ancient martial arts world, nor was it the qi of the Transcendent Realm. It was the true essence of immortal cultivation that Lu Yuan had transformed after personally reshaping her meridians.
"Your understanding of power is pathetic."
Ye Qingcheng flipped her wrist.
The longsword flew out of his hand.
There was no need to hold it with your hands at all. The three-foot-long sword emitted a clear, sharp sword cry in mid-air, and then transformed into a golden lightning bolt that was invisible to the naked eye.
Controlling the sword with qi.
Puff! Puff!
Two extremely muffled, piercing sounds rang out.
The six array flags that were about to close were instantly torn to shreds by the sword energy. The longsword continued its momentum, drawing a strange arc in mid-air before piercing the throats of the two disciples.
The two corpses lay stiffly in the snow. The wounds on their necks were burned by true energy, yet not a single drop of blood flowed.
The mockery on Xu Changqing's old face froze.
He stared intently at the longsword that had circled in mid-air before landing steadily back in Ye Qingcheng's hand.
My eyelids are twitching uncontrollably.
"Sword control technique? That's impossible! How could a mortal martial artist like you possibly know such divine skills!"
Xu Changqing took half a step back.
The ancient texts of the Xuanmen sect record that only those legendary terrestrial immortals who broke the shackles of heaven and earth could control objects remotely. Ye Qingcheng was clearly just a swordsman at the peak of the Transcendent Realm, so how did she suddenly undergo such a transformation?
The lobby on the first floor of the villa.
Lin Zhen leaned against the door, his hands gripping the specially made large-caliber pistol tightly.
The tablet computer in his hand went completely black.
Cold sweat dripped from his chin onto the gun barrel.
He had just tried to call the Beijing headquarters using the highest-encryption backup channel of the Observatory, wanting to directly contact Elder Li to report the situation.
When the channel was connected, there was no sound from Mr. Li.
There was only one electronic voice processed by a voice changer.
"Director Lin, relax and watch the show. After tonight, the Jiangnan Bureau of Extraordinary Immortals will be replaced."
Lin Zhen's stomach churned unexpectedly. He instinctively clenched his back teeth, a metallic taste of blood rising in his mouth.
This is not a simple matter of seeking revenge.
The physical gates of the Astronomical Bureau headquarters were locked. This indicates that Gao Tiancheng's backer, the remnants of the Wang family in Beijing or other powerful figures lurking in the center of power, has thoroughly infiltrated the upper echelons of the Astronomical Bureau.
They planned to use the few hours Lu Yuan was away to completely flatten Panlong Mountain, in order to test Lu Yuan's bottom line, or simply drive him insane.
"Damn it, these idiots!"
Lin Zhen slammed his fist on the door.
They had no idea what kind of monster they had provoked. If Lu Yuan returned to find his sister in trouble, he would turn not only the capital city upside down, but the entire country of China upside down.
Lin Zhen pulled the bolt and loaded the gun.
He was just an ordinary person, not even cannon fodder in the face of the powerful cultivators outside. But he had to do something now, even if it was just to buy himself a second.
Outside.
Xu Changqing stared at the corpses of his two apprentices, his face so dark it seemed to drip water.
"Well done, Ye Qingcheng. It seems that the kid surnamed Lu really went all out on you."
Xu Changqing pulled a palm-sized black wooden plaque from his pocket with his withered fingers.
The wooden sign was covered with wormholes and exuded a nauseating, deathly aura.
This is not an object from Earth at all. It is a trump card given to him by a nobleman from the capital, a broken magical artifact tainted with the aura of the Sirius star field.
"Since you're so stubborn, then you might as well go to hell with this house."
Xu Changqing bit his tongue, spitting a mouthful of blood onto the wooden sign.
The wooden plaque absorbed the essence and blood, instantly bursting forth with a blinding black light.
Xu Changqing raised his arm and slammed the wooden sign hard against the dark golden Nine Heavens Gathering Spirit Array protective shield surrounding the Panlong Mountain villa.
Sizzle!
A teeth-grinding scraping sound echoed through the night sky.
The seemingly indestructible array shield was corroded the moment it came into contact with the wooden plaque, creating a gap the size of a washbasin.
Numerous cracks spread outwards from the gap.