Chapter 930: Deal

e a fragment of an ancient alchemist's cauldron. Back then, the ancient cultivator set up the cauldron on the Southern Ming Flame Fire to refine pills, not fearing the might of the demon fire at all....Lao Mo appeared, causing a stir which quickly subsided.

All the cultivators waited quietly.

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> The hour of Child has passed halfway.

The Great Shaman's expression flickered, her vermilion lips parting slightly: "Spirit Pearl Daoist friend, the time has come. This one shall now activate the Thousand Swords Formation."

Lingzhuzi pinched his fingers and calculated, then said in a low voice, "This fairy formation is just at its weakest moment. We will all help Dahu to break the formation with all our might. Let's begin."

Having said that, Lingzhuzi waved his sleeve, and the other Nascent Soul cultivators dispersed, standing at the edge of the formation. They activated their true essence and poured it into the spirit array.

The cultivators at the Golden Core stage were in an uproar, they all retreated hastily, fearing being caught in the aftermath of the Spirit Array. However, they didn't want to miss this opportunity to observe, so they didn't retreat too far.

Soon, the young masters of both clans stood apart.

At the center of the great formation, Lingzhuzi and Fang Lao Mo stood on either side of the Great Shaman.

The Great Shaman took a deep breath, her jade hand gently raised. The water below rippled, a milky white light point rising from the depths, growing longer and longer until it transformed into a slender, ethereal sword.

Then, the great shaman produced another mustard seed pouch.

The mouth of the bag hung downward, and with a flash of light, spirit stones tumbled into the sea like flowing water. They were all top-grade spirit stones!

So many spirit stones, they even intimidated the cultivators outside who were at the Nascent Soul stage. Now I understand why a jade talisman sells for such a high price. This is just spirit stones, let alone the spiritual materials used to set up an array, the cost must be astronomical.

Only top-tier forces could probably afford it.

The spirit stones fell exactly onto those points of light in the sea. As soon as they entered the water, they were swallowed by the light and vanished silently, while those points of light grew larger and larger, rising slowly like the sword summoned by the Shaman, eventually transforming into a myriad of slender swords.

The surrounding nascent soul cultivators stirred.

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They each ignited their lightsabers, which formed streams of light that flowed towards the center of the formation. Both speed and momentum were extraordinary.

It was clearly no easy feat, and the faces of all the nascent cultivators showed effort. Some even resorted to using their magical treasures for assistance.

The Great Shaman's gaze narrowed, looking towards Lingzhuzi and Lao Mo.

One person and one cicada each shot out a blue light and a yellow light, connecting to the middle lightsaber, as if they were using all their strength to lift it upward.

At the same time, beams of light flew in, one slamming into the lightsaber.

Without obstruction, the lightsaber is like an abyss, devouring everything.

A thousand swords instantaneously merged into one, converging the power of the entire formation. An astonishing force gathered in a single point.

Qin Sang and the others were at the outermost edge, only feeling a vague sense of something amiss, when suddenly they got goosebumps and felt terrified.

Lingzhuzi's expression was grave, he brushed his sleeves to connect the lightsaber, his arm trembling slightly.

Fang Lao Mo spread his wings, flapping them rapidly. The sound of his cicada cry was sharper than before, making those who heard it feel agitated and uneasy.

The most strenuous task fell upon the grand witch priestess who commanded the Thousand Swords Formation. Her gaze was like water, her red lips tightly pursed, and she formed hand seals in rapid succession, countless incantations flowing into the light swords.

For this very reason, the lightsaber merging with a thousand swords did not collapse, but instead became even more solid.

Ultimately, a jade-white spirit sword appeared above everyone.

The spirit sword was about three feet long, its whole body crystal clear like jade. The blade was covered in runes, like a genuine fairy sword.

"Go!"

The Grand Shaman suddenly raised her jade hand and pointed it at the celestial formation. The spirit sword trembled slightly, then vanished into the gray wind wall with a flash. After a brief silence, a terrifying invisible wave suddenly erupted within the wind wall.

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All the cultivators' hearts were struck as if by a heavy hammer, their escaping light wavering.

The next moment, a familiar scene appeared. A gray wind wall began to crack from the inside, countless fissures bursting outward in all directions. Each fissure seemed like a lightsaber, paving the way for the cultivators.

"Let's go!"

The Grand Sorcerer and the Spirit Pearl almost cried out at the same time.

The myriad infants each took out their jade talismans, and in an instant, they passed through the gaps, vanishing into the wind wall.

Qin Sang's movements were also swift. He had been prepared for a long time and immediately raised the jade talisman, choosing a gap and charging into it. Before he entered, the power of the jade talisman had already been activated.

This time, it wasn't a blood-colored shield, but a sword-like light that enveloped his whole body. It cut through the storm and quickly encountered the first attack.

Qin Sang revisited his old stomping grounds, facing the challenge with composure. Under the protection of the Jade Talisman, he successfully resisted the onslaught of the fairy formation and traversed it, falling from the sky onto the desolate plain.

The wasteland was unusually vast.

Qin Sang's foot landed on solid ground. Looking up, he saw figures passing through the fairy array and falling from the sky. Each person landed in a different location.

After a brief pause, these people immediately took action, riding their escaping lights and dashing in all directions, disappearing into the mountains and forests.

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"Here I am again!"

Qin Sang let out a sigh. He first glanced towards the direction of Tiantan, then turned and flew towards Ziwu Absolute Land, deciding to retrieve the Nine Nether Demon Fire first.

Soon, Qin Sang arrived at the ancient forest connecting to the realm of purple mist.

Qin Sang still vividly remembered his first encounter with Xiang Yi. He knew the jungle was home to many formidable insects and beasts, so he had prepared several kinds of medicinal powders and wore them on his body.

He muttered a spell, vanished into the forest, and set out to find the Violet River.

Qin Sang acted with caution, for he wasn't sure if the Dongji League would send anyone back to the Ziwu Desolate Land to activate the ancient divine platform and create further complications.

Just as Qin Sang swiftly darted towards the Purple Mist Desolation.

In the depths of the mountains, two nascent souls from different clans were not far apart. They flew in the direction of the Heavenly Pagoda.

At this time, Old Devil Mou glanced in the direction of the Purple Mist Desolation, then looked at each of the Nascent Soul cultivators around him, but he didn't see anything out of the ordinary.

He pondered for a moment, then suddenly transmitted a few words to the blood-robed elder beside him.

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The Blood Robed Elder was taken aback, “Old Demon Mou, you dare disobey the orders of the Spirit Pearl and the Demon Lord! You're tired of living, don't drag me down with you!”

"Hee hee, Blood Demon, do you think I don't know your background! You want to borrow the ancient ban of the Seven Kills Hall to refine that evil thing and help you survive the next tribulation The success rate is probably less than 10% Without this evil thing, you probably won't live for another hundred years. As long as you do me a favor once, I can go to Old Demon Wen and borrow his Heavenly Gang Ring for you."

Mou Lao Mo suppressed the anxiety in his heart and talked to the Blood Robe Elder about the deal.

The old man in blood robes moved slightly, unconvinced and said: "The Heavenly Gang Ring is Wen Lao Mo's lifeline, he treasures it like his own life, you say borrow it just borrow it"

"Old Demon Wen owes me a favor. Borrowing a Heaven-Circling Ring from him is still doable! While the Heaven-Circling Ring's effect isn't as powerful as that cursed artifact of yours, it's still a rare treasure. It can help you snatch a sliver of hope."

Master Mu looked confident and said, "Moreover, this old man isn't disobeying orders this time. As long as you give it your all, nothing should go wrong."

The old man in blood robe visibly moved, his eyes flickering.

"Alright! I'll trust you this once! But if you dare to deceive me, old man, I won't have much time left and won't be concerned about anything. Be careful of your Skywind Island!"

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