A New Stage: Heaven and Earth Forged a Sword for Him
This pure energy was the very essence of creation that Jiang Yan had snatched back from the chaos after Meng Yu struck Jiang Yan with Qi-Nurturing Mountain, following the discovery of the Demon Race's trap by the Dao Wen Dao Palace.
However, its spiritual essence was not yet fully developed at that time, which is why it remained in the Wen Dao Palace to continue its nurturing.
Looking at it now, the nine-colored rays of light inside the bottle flow harmoniously, clearly indicating that it has fully matured.
Yin Qiyue took the Jade Bottle from the disciple and was about to hand it over.
But then Qin Wangchuan suddenly looked up and gazed at the distant horizon.
Far away.
Several unfamiliar yet powerful auras are rapidly approaching the battlefield.
"Reinforcements from Alien Race?"
Upon sensing the presence of the newcomer, Qin Wangchuan's lips curled up slightly.
"It's a good opportunity to ask where Qing Ruoli is hiding."
But before that--
His gaze returned to the Jade Bottle before him.
He reached out and took it, his five fingers then closing together.
Click!
The bottle is broken.
The Nine Heavens Pure Qi, freed from its constraints, instantly transformed into radiant light, flowing out from between the fingers.
Qin Wangchuan opened his mouth and inhaled.
The Nine Heavens Pure Qi instantly transformed into rosy clouds, which entered my mouth.
The moment the pure energy entered the body, pieces of Immortal Bone lit up. Nine-colored rays of light emanated from the depths of the bones, flowing along the meridians throughout the limbs and bones, continuously merging into the flesh and blood.
He slowly closed his eyes, carefully sensing the changes within his body.
In a daze.
That familiar feeling came back.
Just like when countless Qi Yun flowed into his body on the arena in Cloud Mist Heavenly City.
Countless whispers rang in my ears at the same time.
This time, however, the voice did not come from another version of myself in different timelines.
It's not Spiritual Qi.
The omnipresent Spiritual Qi of heaven and earth is whispering.
Some fell from the sky, some slept in the mountains and Ley Line, and some were swept across the battlefield by the gale.
Each Spiritual Qi possesses a faint and hazy will.
There is no real sound, nor can it be expressed in words.
But Qin Wangchuan understood.
They yearn to flow, to converge, and await a will to guide them into a completely new form.
The Nine Heavens Pure Qi naturally does not have the miraculous effect of allowing people to hear the words of Spiritual Qi.
Its true function is simply to enhance the affinity between cultivators and the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi.
If someone else were to take it, at most they would simply breathe faster and cast spells more skillfully.
The one who could consume it was Qin Wangchuan.
It is the only one built by the Qin Clan using Supreme Bone and Immortal Bone.
A moment later.
Her eyes opened again.
Qin Wangchuan raised his head, looked at the approaching Alien Race, and slowly raised one hand.
The next moment.
The flow of Spiritual Qi between heaven and earth changed simultaneously.
Countless faint wills, following his thoughts, converged in the sky.
Thousands of whispers merged into one, transforming into a sword cry that resounded throughout the heavens and earth.
The sky suddenly darkened.
Vast Spiritual Qi intertwined in the void, instantly condensing into a colossal Giant Sword that Covering the Sky and Sun.
It was none other than the Heavenly Sword - Hundred Tribulations!
This time, however, Qin Wangchuan didn't even utter its name.
A single thought arises.
Heaven and earth then forged a sword for him!
On the other side.
Luohou, accompanied by several Alien Race, traversed the sky, looking down upon the battlefield below from a high vantage point.
The once well-organized Alien Race army has been completely scattered.
Flying Ship stretched across the sky, continuously unleashing artillery fire upon the ground.
Hundreds of steel giants walked across the land, and wherever they went, Alien Race races were defeated one after another.
Further away, figures with completely different auras moved across the battlefield, unleashing a series of unheard-of techniques.
This level of combat power clearly exceeded Luohou's expectations.
"When did the Three Thousand Provinces assemble such a force?"
He was looking at it.
Suddenly, it got dark all around.
At first, Luohou thought it was Flying Ship passing overhead.
But the terrifying pressure that followed made the hairs on his body stand on end instantly.
He suddenly looked up.
A colossal Giant Sword, Covering the Sky and Sun, had already filled the entire field of vision.
It's too big.
Before the sword had even truly fallen, its shadow had already covered the surrounding world.
No matter where you retreat, you cannot escape the range of this sword strike.
"What is that?!"
Before he could finish speaking...
The Heavenly Sword crashed down with a deafening roar!
Several members of the Alien Race traveling with him were immediately struck by the sword's pressure, coughing up blood as their bodies plummeted to the ground like meteorites.
Luohou roared, and the dark red patterns all over his body suddenly lit up.
A surge of powerful Qi and Blood erupted, instantly shattering his sleeves and revealing his arms covered in jet-black scales.
There was no time to unleash my Divine Ability.
There wasn't even time to unleash the Law Artifact.
He could only meet the falling sword head-on and bravely parry it with both hands!
Boom--!
The moment they touched, large pieces of the scales on his palm shattered.
Luohou plummeted from the sky, his feet slamming heavily into the earth. The surrounding area, spanning dozens of miles, collapsed, and spiderweb-like cracks spread in all directions.
Blood continued to drip down his arm.
His arms trembled violently beneath the sword's edge.
But that Giant Sword that blotted out the sky finally stopped.
He actually lifted it above his head with both hands.
On the main ship.
Qin Wangchuan looked at the figure standing beneath the sword's edge and nodded gently.
Although this sword strike was conceived spontaneously, it was not something that ordinary Alien Race could withstand.
To be able to arrive at this time, and to possess such strength.
There's no mistake, he definitely knows where Qing Ruoli is.
He stepped off the main ship.
The surrounding Spiritual Qi energy gathered beneath his feet, carrying the figure through the sky towards where Luohou was.
Below.
Luohou is still gritting his teeth and persevering.
Sensing someone approaching, he struggled to lift his head.
A young man in a black and gold robe stood before the Heavenly Sword, looking down at him.
Luohou did not recognize this face.
But when I saw those pale Golden Eyes, a sense of unease inexplicably arose in my heart.
"Who are you?"
Qin Wangchuan did not answer.
She simply looked down at him and asked:
Where is Qing Ruoli?
Luohou was taken aback at first.
Then, as if suddenly realizing something.
"You are Qin Wangchuan?"
Enduring the excruciating pain in his arms, he slowly exhaled, and his previously bent back straightened up at that moment.
He gradually lifted up the Heavenly Sword that had been pressing down on his head.
"Haha, you really are strong."
"The Palace Master is in the Western Territory."
At this point, Luohou suddenly grinned.
"It's a pity you can't make it!"
The words had barely left his mouth.
The dark red lines on his palm suddenly came to life, spreading wildly upwards along the edge of the Heavenly Sword.
Wherever it passed, the originally solid sword body was quickly stained with a layer of blood.
Cracks then appeared.
Bang!
The entire Heavenly Sword shattered with a crash, transforming into countless rays of light that scattered across the sky.
Luohou stomped his foot hard.
The earth collapsed with a deafening roar.
Using this force, he soared into the sky, his five fingers curved like hooks, aiming straight for Qin Wangchuan's throat!
The speed was astonishing.
They were in front of me in the blink of an eye.
But just as the claws were about to touch his neck, an ancient roulette wheel appeared out of thin air, blocking the way between the two.
Clang!
The sharp claws slammed heavily onto the Wheel of Fate, sending sparks flying.
Luohou did not pause.
He lightly touched the rim of the wheel with his toes, Borrowing Strength flip his body, forcibly changed direction in mid-air, and instantly circled behind Qin Wangchuan.
The figure in front of them didn't even turn around.
Flaw!
A fierce glint flashed in Luohou's eyes.
They dared to leave their backs to me.
Court death!
Five fingers extended again.
Before they could even touch the black and gold robe, the world before them suddenly began to fall.
Luohou was taken aback.
The line of sight kept lowering.
Qin Wangchuan's figure remained in the same spot, growing further and further away.
Then he saw a headless body.
The body remained in the claw-waving posture, hovering behind Qin Wangchuan.
Blood was gushing from the severed neck.
That is...
My body?