High above the battlefield.
At its very heart.
Xuan Gui held a golden Formation Flag. Above his head, a strange Nine-Aperture Origin Pill spun without cease, releasing streams of mysterious pill aura that dissolved the blood energy and baleful aura of the blood-robed elder opposite him. Dense bloodfiend aura surrounded the elder, and within it lurked two red-skinned, single-horned demons that likewise radiated the power of early Nascent Soul cultivators. He formed a hand seal, about to unleash some demonic secret art, when his Nascent Soul Spiritual Sense was suddenly stirred.
"Hm? That junior actually has such a fortuitous treasure?"
Heh. Poison Beggar hasn't changed a bit. Every emotion shows on his face, and the sight of a prize makes him forget his own life. It must be a lingering consequence of forcing himself to cultivate that Spiritual Sense secret art back then. If the Nascent Soul cultivator facing Poison Beggar was willing to risk grave injury, he could destroy the beggar's body, leaving him no choice but to possess another. At that thought, the blood-robed elder called out, "Xuan Gui, I'm not greedy. Give me one Prime Quality Nascent Infant Pill, and I'll leave at once. How about it?" "Leave? So you can go after that young friend of ours?" Xuan Gui snorted.
Xuan Gui raised his hand and released an extraordinary treasure: a small jade mountain filled with countless solidified talismanic rites.
"Ten-Thousand Talismans Mountain?!"
A trace of wariness crossed the blood-robed elder's face, but he soon laughed. "When we demonic cultivators set our sights on a fine treasure, what else can we do but seize it? Learn from your Xuanzhong Gate instead—take the fortunate soul into your sect first, then slowly work him over?" Boom!
Just then, an azure pillar of light shot into the sky, carrying