Nascent Soul Combat

Nascent Soul Combat

The Head Monk had a round face and a short, stocky build. He gripped a several-foot-long crimson Buddhist staff in his left hand. From the powerful spiritual pressure radiating from him, he was clearly a Nascent Soul Cultivator.

"What do you two think you're doing? Aren't you afraid this will sour relations between the Cultivation World of Eastern Qi and the Great Qin Cultivation World?" the round-faced Head Monk said darkly, his eyes full of wariness.

He was only at the Nascent Soul Early Stage, while his opponents were one Nascent Soul Middle Stage cultivator and one Nascent Soul Early Stage cultivator. If they really fought, he might not be their match.

"Sour relations? Do you think we've gone to all this trouble just to play around with you? Fellow Daoist Qi, attack!" the middle-aged man said with a cold laugh.

He slapped his Storage Bag at his waist, and three gleaming black forks shot out. Each fork was wrapped in fine black threads, and from them came the wailing cries of ghosts.

With a soft pfft, black flames appeared across the surface of the three black forks, giving off a chill aura.

The three black forks struck at the round-faced Head Monk from different directions. The void twisted wherever they passed.

The Middle-aged Beautiful Woman slapped the two Corpse Raising Bags at her waist, and two streaks of black light shot out. After blurring, they transformed into a bone flood dragon more than ten zhang long and a black bone bird several zhang in size.

The bone flood dragon tossed its head and tail, baring its claws as it pounced at the round-faced Head Monk.

The black bone bird spread its wings and sped straight toward him.

From the powerful Yin energy radiating from the two