The secret chamber lay deep and dim, with grim white bones piled into mountains. Demonic qi and resentment churned and seethed, as though about to devour heaven and earth.
Three White Bone Demon Mara Banners hung in the air, their cascading gray light intertwining with the blood-colored vortex to form a blood cocoon;
it tightly enclosed Qing Chen and the Pojun Battle Halberd.
These three demon banners had devoured the bones and resentful souls of thirty to forty thousand cultivators from the battlefield at Lesser Cold Temple;
the most powerful among them, the Di Jiang Demon Banner, had finally recovered to the level of a mid-grade magic treasure after devouring the remains of another five Golden Core cultivators.
By Qing Chen's reckoning, if he brought out the Immortal-Locking Gourd as well, he would have nothing to fear even if the Radiant Night Palace Master wielded the Radiant Night Sword to perform "Man and Sword as One." At the very least, he could gain a considerable upper hand.
Seated cross-legged within the "white bone blood cocoon," Qing Chen released his aura without the slightest concealment;
his spell cultivation had already reached minor achievement in the middle Golden Core stage, and true essence surged around him like rushing rivers.
At this moment, the Pojun Battle Halberd no longer looked as it had before, when it merely glowed with seven strands of scarlet qi.
Along its shaft, ancient patterns seemed to awaken, writhing like living things as they frantically drew in and expelled the surrounding resentment and white bone essence.
The killing intent from the divine souls of Cold Mountain Temple's five Golden Core cultivators transformed into seven long rainbows of interwoven gold and red. The Pojun blade at the halberd's tip bit down on them, dragging them into the weapon inch by