Chapter 1586: Farewell to Old Friends >
uple stood there for a while, then turned around and walked back. He was surprised and asked aloud.The old woman chuckled bitterly, her voice hoarse. “I’ve been preparing for this journey for many ye...Ask the Immortals Chapter 1586: Farewell to Old Friends; The Tide Presses In.
The cultivators who entered the Hall of Profound Meaning fled in all directions.
Qin Sang was no exception.
The incoming tide was mighty and fierce. Even fragments that were able to remain afloat in the chaos were swept up by the tide and instantly reduced to dust. This clearly demonstrates the formidable power of the tide.
Upon seeing this, Qin Sang no longer had time to pursue Su Zinan. Recognizing the ferocity of the incoming tide, she furiously flapped her phoenix wings behind her, charging outwards without looking back.
Su Zi'nan and others were at the front, taking the brunt of it.
Qin Sang trailed behind, considered the second echelon.
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But the tide’s movement was too swift. In a few breaths, even the outermost cultivators sensed the terrifying impact above, and chaos ensued.
The turbulence was exacerbated by the tide, becoming increasingly violent.
Whoosh!
Qin Sang transformed into a bolt of lightning, locked onto a direction and darted through the gaps in the gray chaos.
Resisting turbulence is not an easy task.
As the tide surged closer, people panicked and scrambled to safety, running towards the edges of the ash tide as fast as they could. They didn't care about anything else, only their own survival. The helpers Su Zinan had called were scattered and unable to work together; some were swept away by the chaos.
At the same time, Qin Sang also lost Su Zinan's whereabouts.
They didn't even see the shadow of the Unfettered Hall, and they were already in danger outside. Qin Sang now believed that the Nascent Soul cultivators might be trapped inside.
‘Boom!’
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The sky above cracked and split.
With the help of a celestial butterfly's warning, Qin Sang appeared more composed than others. Every time, she managed to pass through the turbulent gaps safely, at least ensuring her life was not in danger.
‘Brush! Brush! Brush!’
Ahead, six or seven turbulent vortexes were converging toward a central point.
Qin Sang's eyes narrowed, instantly determining a safe route. With a few leaps and bounds, he charged out of the gaps in the chaotic currents.
With a deafening boom, the turbulence behind him collided, scattering a cloud of gray. The aftershock pursued Qin Sang's figure before finally dissipating behind him.
This kind of situation, Qin Sang had encountered more than once, didn't take it to heart. He kept his eyes fixed ahead, dodging potential danger.
At this moment, the Tianmu Butterfly suddenly sent an alarm.
"Someone!"
Qin Sang glanced at his left.
In the Wumang Hall, his spiritual awareness was affected by the turbulence, and his divine sense was restricted, far inferior to the Heavenly Eye Divine Ability of the Tianmu Butterfly.
Before tracking Su Zinan, I relied entirely on the Sky-Eyed Butterfly.
Following the direction Tianmu Butterfly warned of, Qin Sang saw only boundless chaos. The other party also seemed unaware of Qin Sang's presence.
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Qin Sang glanced at the surrounding turbulence, deliberately deviating from his original direction and moving a little closer.
The Tianmu butterfly couldn't see the opponent's face clearly for the time being. It vaguely saw the other party driving a jade pendant-shaped magic weapon. The jade pendant hung in front of their brow, shooting out streaks of purple light to clear a path for them.
However, the protection he used was likely another Taoist robe-shaped artifact. The robe swelled, covered with cloud and thunder patterns that shone brightly.
Turbulence is approaching.
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The clear radiance on the Taoist robes gathered and, out of thin air, formed a diagram of the eight trigrams.
Within gossip, there seems to be a kind of softness that can dissipate the impact of turbulence. This person's Taoist robes only slightly trembled, appearing even more relaxed than Qin Sang.
Of course, this is just a superficial appearance. This person only allows slightly weaker turbulence to approach, their cultivation level shouldn't be very high.
This is the third person Qin Sang has met.
If he were Su Zinan's accomplice, he would prepare to get close and seize the opportunity.
Otherwise, he doesn't want to complicate things.
"It shouldn't be Su Zinan's accomplice..."
Qin Sang recalled that Su Zinan's companions were not wearing robes like this.
To Qin Sang's surprise, as he moved closer, allowing the Tianmu Butterfly a clearer view, the faint glow enveloping this person suddenly dimmed.
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At the same time, a milky white light flashed from above his head, perfectly timed to strike when his robes transformed into a Bagua and left him vulnerable elsewhere.
“This…”
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Qin Sang was startled.
The white light didn't seem to be coming from this person, and it looked a little familiar.
He quickly recalled the source of this familiar feeling.
"Could it be..."
Qin Sang's expression changed slightly, and then he saw the figure stagger, the protective aura extinguishing completely, revealing the robe underneath.
His daoist robes were curled, revealing a handsome young cultivator.
This person's face was contorted in pain, his expression ferocious, and he almost fell headlong into the rapids.
The jade pendant on his head swayed and then fell directly down, being swept away by a gust of wind and vanishing without a trace. He couldn't even retrieve his magical artifact.
He dodged a torrent with his last bit of strength, his eyes filled with terror. He hurriedly pulled out a few pills from his pouch and shoved them into his mouth all at once.
But these elixirs had no effect.
A pallor quickly spread across his face, and he gasped for breath.
The next moment, the person's expression froze completely. Their distorted features became rigid, locked in a bizarre instant of terror and pain.
'Pff!'
A blood hole ripped open from the inside out at the center of her brow. A small, translucent beetle with a jade-like sheen flew out from it.
After the beetle flew out, this person's breath vanished rapidly, falling here and not even their Nascent Soul escaped.
“Sure enough, it’s a jade beetle!”
Qin Sang's eyes darkened.
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After entering Zhongzhou, he acted cautiously. He didn't encounter many powerful enemies, but the strange-faced people and jade armor insects left a deep impression on him. Lu Zhang was almost instantly poisoned to death, forcing his avatar to use a spirit treasure.
To my surprise, I was drawn to the Wúwàng Hall by Sū Zǐnán this time and saw the Jade Armored Insect again.
The jade beetle's appearance didn't change much, it seemed even more powerful than before. It could unleash its true form, and the cultivator was powerless to resist, dying instantly.
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Yuanying is probably eaten by the jade beetle.
Such a fierce poison, Qin Sang had never seen anything like it in his lifetime.
The fat silkworm has always been very reliable, able to defend against the poison of a metamorphosed newt at its third molt. Before, Qin Sang felt that with the fat silkworm present, he didn't need to be overly afraid of the ogre-faced people. Now, his confidence is shaking a bit.
Where is the Monster Face
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Outside the Wuming Hall, Qin Sang did not find this person.
He urged the Heaven's Eye Butterfly to its fullest, and the jade beetle opened its wings, flapping gently. Its mouthparts moved as if savoring a delicious meal.
Its head bobbed, as if struggling against something, then it turned its head and tried to fly away, but was caught by a hand.
The newcomer is the strange-faced man.
He was followed by another person, a disciple who had been subdued by Qin Sang using the Five-Colored Poisonous Spider.
Neither master nor disciple needed to make a move themselves. They used the jade beetles to ambush and succeed. The disciple flicked his poisonous whip, wrapping it around the pouch on the corpse’s body. He watched with cold eyes as the corpse was torn apart by the currents.
“Let’s go!”
With a strike successful, the two continued to fly outward.
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The jade beetle lay in the palm of the grotesque man's hand, more docile than last time, but its eyes still swirled with blood, its hostility palpable. It resisted the grotesque man's control.
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Qin Sang watched the two figures' backs, and then looked at the tide above his head, which instead of receding, advanced faster, accelerating its pace to follow them.
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It all happened extremely fast.
They flew not very far.
The high tide has finally arrived.
Due to their position being too close, Qin Sang and the others, despite trying their best to flee to the edge, still had to endure the impact of the tidal wave. Of course, its power was considerably weaker than at the center.
The earth shook and mountains crumbled.
The high tide is imminent.
The situation is overwhelming.
Qin Sang felt a suffocating sensation and instinctively held his breath. He pushed the Ruyi Orb to its limit, causing the fire lotus seed to fly out of his brow early and merge with the demonic fire. It spread rapidly on the surface of the protective shield, transforming into a layer of fire shield.
Boom!
The flames on the energy shield suddenly stopped.
A mighty force descended.
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The gang shield creaked and groaned.
Qin Sang was engulfed by the massive tide, feeling as if he had been struck by a mountain. His vision turned gray and blurry, filled with the surging power all around him.
At this moment, he was like a fish in the sea, being pushed by the tide, unable to resist.
The chaotic power swept him about.
Qin Sang frantically flapped his phoenix wings, simultaneously reciting the first imprint, "Auspicious Imprint," of the "Seven Buddhas' Seal". His bones creaked as if resonating with divine power, a faint Buddha light enveloping him. He channeled his physical strength to forcefully stabilize himself amidst the raging tide.
At the same time, Tianmu Die's gaze never left the strange-faced master and apprentice.
Qin Sang hadn't expected this.
When the great tide struck, the master and disciples of the grotesque-faced man were indeed swept away.
The strange-faced man was actually quite good to his disciple. At the last moment, he brought out the wooden armor that had once blocked the Four Serpents Seal, and shot a shadow of the armor, protecting the disciple's head.
That disciple was a Yuan Ying cultivator. A wooden protective mirror appeared on his chest, and coupled with this layer of armor, he had nothing to fear for himself.
As the master and his disciple were separated by the surging tide.
Qin Sang had made plans beforehand, and immediately urged the auspicious seal to display his escape technique. He struggled to move towards the disciple, using the big tide as cover. Qin Sang didn't need to deliberately conceal himself.
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The inside of the flood tide was too chaotic.
Qin Sang was incredibly talented and realized that it was impossible to defy the trend at this time. Approaching the disciples of the grotesque-faced man, he immediately changed his strategy, focusing on making sure he didn't lose them.
Outside the Hall of Unknowing.
Cultivators, regardless of their cultivation level, all looked up at the surging tide pouring down from the sky, their faces filled with awe.
If any nascent cultivator is unable to respond in time, it's possible they could perish.
"Back then, the masters from Baxinguan and Ganlu Zen Temple, after a wave of grey tide, fled in disarray from Wumeng Hall, nearly all of them injured..."
There were some people at the scene who had been there last time, sighing with emotion.
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Someone beside asked, "Which is stronger, the two gray tides"
Both Baguangguan and Gamlu Zen Temple couldn't withstand it, could a transcended being not die here
He stared for a long time, shaking his head slightly: "Just looking at the celestial phenomena, it seems less severe than last time. But don't forget, the last gray tide appeared an hour after the opening of the Wuming Hall. How long has it been since then Wait and see, there will definitely be even more terrifying things to come!"
Everyone was stunned.
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It's hard to imagine what a stronger gray tide would look like.
The grey tide surged downwards, and its speed finally began to slow.
Inside the big tide.
Qin Sang discovered that the power of the Gray Tide was beginning to weaken, and immediately took action. He combined the Seven Masters' Buddhist Seals with his escaping techniques, using demonic fire to clear the way as he forcefully broke through, gradually approaching the disciples of the Weird-Faced Man.
The disciples of the strange-faced man were dazed and unaware.
Having borne the brunt of the strongest wave from the surging tide, Mu Jia's phantom gradually dimmed. The jade mirror on his chest blazed with a green glow, capable of protecting him completely.
He was so focused on dealing with the big wave that he couldn't imagine anyone daring to peek at him in the midst of it, plotting something sinister.
"Eh This person has already broken through to the middle stage of the Nascent Soul. I said, why did the Odd-Faced Man bring him in"
Qin Sang approached secretly, confirming this person's cultivation level, somewhat unexpectedly.
He still remembers how this person performed in the last war.
Besides the five-colored venomous spider and venom whip, there are no other noteworthy techniques. Calling him mediocre is an exaggeration.
After many years, this person's cultivation has advanced greatly. Their strength is undoubtedly far superior to before.
However, this will not shake Qin Sang's determination.
He secretly awakened the fat silkworm and cast a layer of anti-poison armor on it. After hesitating for a moment, he didn't choose to use the Sun God Tree to quickly end the battle, but instead sacrificed the Golden Sinking Sword.
Then, he patiently waited for the right moment.
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The high tide receded to a certain extent.
The time has come!
Qin Sang's eyes flashed with cold light. His phoenix wings spread wide, his figure like a phantom, weaving through the gaps in the chaotic power. With several swift movements, he appeared behind the disciple of the grotesque-faced man.
Only then did the disciples of the Monster-Faced Man realize something was amiss. They abruptly turned around, their faces filled with horror as they saw a sword light charging towards them.
The sword light was like electricity.
The disciple of the Monster-Faced Man felt a sharp pain in his brow, his pupils constricted suddenly, his face filled with terror. Luckily, he had been continuously activating his Heart-Protecting Mirror.
Green shoots burst forth, full of vitality.
Suddenly, slender vines sprouted from the surface, growing at an incredible speed. In an instant, they formed a circular shield of vines, blocking the sword light.
At the same time, the disciple of Guilian slashed out with his poisonous whip, striking a whip shadow and hurriedly retreating.
But unexpectedly, when the sword light struck the rattan shield, there was no sound. The green glow dimmed, and a murky light spread.
The interior of the grand tide had already been murky gray, but now it was even more dim.
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The disciples of the grotesque-faced man were stunned at first, then realized something and exclaimed in horror, "Sword Formation!"
In a moment of desperation.
He unleashed a series of hand seals. The Heart-Protecting Mirror shot up from his chest, countless vines erupting and instantly transforming the surrounding space into a cage of intertwined vines, forming a single, formidable entity.
"Who are you! I have no grievances with you, why would you cowardly attack me!"
"Despicable"
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Qin Sang sneered, his voice wavering.
The shadow of the whip came, Qin Sang did not dodge or evade.
The whip shadows lashed fiercely against the energy shield, failing to break it open. Five-colored toxins seeped in, but upon encountering the protective armor, they were all blocked outside.
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Qin Sang was too lazy to say much to this person. The Seven Kills Sword Formation surged into the wicker cage, sword silk materialized into reality, and ruthlessly slaughtered them without hesitation.
'Bang bang bang...'
The disciples of the strange-faced man watched helplessly as strands of vines were devoured by sword silk, their faces full of anxiety. They hurriedly took out dozens of colorful jade bottles from their pouches.
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It opened its mouth and spat out a beam of light, which turned out to be a poisonous scorpion.
'Crack! Crack! Crack!'
Jade bottles shattered everywhere, and all kinds of poisons filled the air.
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The disciple of the monster-faced man's eyes flashed with pain as he gripped the poisonous scorpion, forcefully pulling out the stinger and forcing the poison blood from its body into the poison.
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The next moment, the poison underwent a qualitative change, fusing into a seven-colored poisonous mist that materialized a ferocious scorpion shadow out of thin air. It swooped out with astonishing speed.
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The sword formation couldn't stop him at all.
The poisonous mist was closing in.
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The fat silkworm lay on Qin Sang's shoulder, its eyes gleaming. Before Qin Sang could give an order, it opened its mouth and spewed out a protective aura of light, its inner orb spinning as it swallowed the venomous haze completely.
The disciple of the Monstrous Face Man stared blankly, completely unaware, as a ball of demonic fire silently gathered beneath him.
‘Boom!’
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The demonic fire suddenly erupted, tearing the wicker cage apart instantly. It flashed and struck the Cultivator of Monstrous Face, burning through his protective true essence.
A sharp pain came on.
The disciples of the grotesque-faced man were greatly alarmed. Light flashed above their heads, and their nascent spirits flew out. They were about to use their teleportation technique when they suddenly heard two strange sounds, 'hum' and 'ha'. Their spiritual souls felt a sharp pain.
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A moment's hesitation, and it will be a situation of irreversible ruin!
By the time he regained consciousness, he found himself surrounded by swords. A wave of dizziness washed over him, stripping him of all resistance.er the original Xuan Tian Palace. Its scriptures are scattered, and it has forgotten its ancestors' entrustment and its own responsibility. As a result, it failed to appear as promised.Fortunately, th...