Spell Duel

Jiang Cun and Yang Shu actually controlled that twisted Gold Spirit Primordial Spirit and made it self-destruct. At the heart of the explosion, the nature of Gold Spirit Qi tore space into countless fragments. As the violent Gold Spirit Qi swept through, the primeval forest and towns on the island below were reduced to dust in an instant.

The townspeople had vanished without a trace. The bright red bloodstains left on the ground proved they had once existed. On the nearby mountain wreathed in mist, a gray barrier emerged, barely blocking the violent Gold Spirit aura.

Moreover, an unobservable, invisible force neatly sliced the enormous island into three sections, setting the surrounding seawater surging without end. From time to time, aquatic creatures let out low growls beneath the waves, yet none dared show themselves.

The more immediate change after the explosion was that the Gold Spirit energy directly destroyed the island's Wood Spirit energy, causing the transfer formation constructed on the island to collapse.

After the explosion, Jiang Cun pushed aside layer upon layer of ice walls. Looking at Cheng Xi and the others across from him, he cupped his hands and said, "daoist priest Cheng Xi, give up your place in the Fourth Realm, and we can still drink and make merry together. What do you say?"

Cheng Xi maintained a fixed hand seal with his Left Hand, a dark green protective barrier circling him. This was the effect of the Jia Talisman. He stared at Jiang Cun, neither sorrow nor joy on his face, and said, "You truly spent lavishly. The Primordial Spirit of a Third Realm Mystic Sect Gold cultivator—even if its humanity has been twisted—is still something priceless and impossible to buy. Is Changqing truly worth such an investment from you?"

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