I Want You to Help Me Cultivate!
Southern Brightness Devil Fire!
Gazing at the menacing, fiery humanoid figure before him, Zhao Wuji's pupils constricted sharply, and he stopped in his tracks. "It was all a misunderstanding, brother. Please, pretend I wasn't here!"
In an instant, Zhao Wuji changed his tune completely. He tucked the long banner into his waistband, smiled with his hands clasped, and turned to leave.
The fluidity of these movements stunned Ling Jiao'er, who was standing to the side.
"My lord—" Seeing her savior trying to run away, Ling Jiao'er quickly cried out in a coquettish voice, looking pitiful, and reached out her slender hand to grab Zhao Wuji's sleeve.
Unexpectedly, Zhao Wuji slapped her hand away without hesitation, his face solemn:
"Stop talking nonsense! What official? We've only just met, we don't even know each other's names, and you're acting all coy and improper!"
Brother, this woman has wicked intentions; I'll leave her to you to handle.
Watching Zhao Wuji turn and leave without looking back, Qi Yun couldn't help but nod slowly.
This brat's talent is wasted in the Yellow Springs Netherworld; he should join my Holy Sect.
However, appreciating talent is one thing.
People still can't leave.
A towering iron wall blocked Zhao Wuji's path, and the increasingly intense heat wave behind him made Zhao Wuji shake his head helplessly.
"I was rash - "
With a soft sigh, Zhao Wuji's expression vanished, his eyes gleaming with a dark light, and he slowly reached out to grasp the Soul-Gathering Banner at his lower back!
Pull the flag!
Turn around!
The seemingly simple Soul-Gathering Banner grew taller and larger in the wind the moment it was pulled out, becoming several times its original size.
The pale banner trembled violently, and countless twisted, pained faces emerged one after another, all splitting open with gaping black mouths.
A silent yet terrifying sonic wave, powerful enough to tear apart the soul, erupted suddenly, transforming into concentric gray-black ripples that distorted the air, crushing towards Qi Yun with an all-destroying force.
Hundred Ghosts' Collective Howl!
With the Soul-Gathering Banner in hand, Zhao Wuji directly exempted himself from the most complex steps and rituals of this Law Technique, instantly casting the spell with the remnant souls imprisoned within the banner.
Not only is its power more terrifying, but it's also harder to defend against!
As the sound waves approached, a fierce glint suddenly appeared in Qi Yun's eyes. He took a deep breath, his chest heaving.
The next moment!
"Roar!!!"
A deafening roar, carrying demonic fire, transformed into a terrifying pillar of flame that collided violently with the chilling sound waves!
During the foggy period, the two forces clashed and raged, and visible shockwaves spread in all directions.
Forced back half a step by the shockwave, a glimmer of clarity flashed in Qi Yun's eyes.
Oh no, the Sword Devil state is affecting my mind more deeply; I need to suppress it.
With a thought, a large amount of Southern Brightness Devil Fire contracted back into Qi Yun's body, leaving only a halo of light formed by the Southern Ming Li Fire Sword behind him.
[Iron Sand Method - Black Rope Hell!]
With his hands forming Method Formula, Qi Yun his inner True Qi, causing countless incredibly heavy Sunken Abyss Iron Sand to gather in front of him instantly. These sands then transformed into more than a dozen ferocious black pythons, which slithered along the ground and cunningly attacked Zhao Wuji's lower body from both sides!
On the other side, twenty-seven white skeletons, without any command, had already swarmed forward with eerie laughter.
It spewed out huge plumes of filthy, foul-smelling Corpse Poison Yin Fire, which rained down on Zhao Wuji like a barrage of bullets.
Some even opened their pale jaws wide, biting down hard on the Soul-Gathering Banner with a grating scraping sound.
Zhao Wuji's expression hardened slightly. He rapidly waved the long banner in his right hand, causing it to flutter and billow black energy to surge out like smoke. Meanwhile, his left hand swiftly formed hand seals, Law Technique Method Formula.
Netherworld Ghost Hand!
Rise!
In an instant, several cracks appeared in the ground in front of him!
Seven or eight pale, millstone-sized ghost hands, formed from pure Yin Qi, suddenly shot out, their five fingers like hooks, fiercely grabbing at the giant iron sand pythons and the flying skulls.
The ghostly hand collided with the iron sand, producing a dull thud as metal struck metal.
The creature was locked in a fierce struggle with the skull, its eerie fire and ghostly energy clashing and emitting a sickening sizzling sound.
[Southern Ming Sword Devil - Sword Qi Chain]
Qi Yun pointed his fingers like a sword, and behind him, strands of Southern Brightness Devil Fire Sword Qi condensed into sword wheels, tearing through the air and slashing straight at Zhao Wuji's neck!
A hundred swords fired simultaneously!
Hurricane!
As the overwhelming Southern Brightness Devil Fire Sword Qi swept towards him, Zhao Wuji felt his hair stand on end and a sense of crisis stronger than ever before.
He rolled forward like a lazy donkey, disregarding his image, and held the Soul-Gathering Banner firmly above his head, unleashing boundless black energy to block the attack!
La!
Mouth!
Hurry up!
As the Sword Qi swept past, large chunks of the black energy emitted by the Soul-Gathering Banner were sliced away.
The last few Sword Qi even managed to chip off a small piece from the edge of the Soul-Gathering Banner.
Countless mournful cries of anguish emanated from the banner, clearly indicating that the attack had damaged the very essence of the Law Artifact.
"Damn it!" Zhao Wuji was both shocked and furious, his heart aching. He slammed his fist on the flagpole and shouted sharply:
"Ten Thousand Souls Devour the Heart!"
The Soul-Gathering Banner suddenly trembled violently.
The countless pained faces on the banner seemed to come alive, breaking free from the banner and transforming into a black torrent mixed with extreme resentment and madness, rushing towards Qi Yun like a tidal wave, trying to completely devour his Divine Soul.
The Sword Devil that Qi Yun had transformed into suddenly surged with crimson light, and instead of retreating, it advanced, its arms suddenly spreading wide!
[Southern Brightness Devil Fire: Great Sword Peacock]
The demonic fire around him instantly compressed inward to an extreme degree, then exploded with a roar, like a purplish-red sun of destruction bursting forth.
Countless fine Southern Brightness Devil Fire Sword Qi emanated from him, like a peacock spreading its wings and displaying its plumage, shooting wildly and indiscriminately in all directions!
Puff puff puff puff!
The torrent of vengeful spirits that rushed towards them were easily pierced, torn apart, and incinerated into wisps of smoke by the demonic fire sword Sword Qi that specifically countered falsehood and evil.
A chorus of piercing screams filled the air.
Zhao Wuji had just regained his footing from the violent explosion of demonic fire and hadn't even had time to catch his breath when he felt a chill in his chest.
He looked down in disbelief.
A scorching sword blade, formed entirely from the Southern Brightness Devil Fire, pierced through his chest and emerged from his heart.
No blood flowed from the wound; only charred marks and flickering demonic flames remained.
"Woolen cloth."
The light in his eyes quickly dimmed, his body swayed, and his hand holding the Soul-Gathering Banner loosened weakly, causing the long banner to fall to the ground with a "thud".
He then fell backward.
Staring at Zhao Wuji's body on the ground, Qi Yun was about to dispel the body of the Southern Ming Sword Devil.
The repeated high-intensity use of this Law Technique had begun to cause eerie, whispering sounds to appear in his ears, stirring his mind and trying to ensnare him with boundless bloodlust.
Wrong!
Why haven't my Spirit Points increased?
He inadvertently glanced at the unmoved Spirit Points on the back of his hand, and Qi Yun's thought of withdrawing his Law Technique came to an abrupt halt.
"Playing dead?"
With a cold snort, a large Sunken Abyss Iron Sand transformed into sharp spikes and pierced towards Zhao Wuji, who was lying on the ground pretending to be dead. However, this body, which had already lost its breath, shattered into countless plumes of black smoke.
Wherever it was, only a tattered scarecrow, about a foot tall, with a clear charred sword wound on its chest, lay there silently.
"A method of Death Substitution's place?"
Qi Yun a deep breath, and slowly withdrew the Southern Ming Li Fire Technique.
He waved his hand and grabbed the fallen Soul-Gathering Banner from a distance.
The long banner was icy cold to the touch, yet its surface was exceptionally tough. The distorted face patterns on it seemed to be writhing slightly. This banner had withstood the combined attack of his [Iron Sand Method] and [Skull Incantation], suffering only minor damage. It was truly a Law Artifact of excellent quality.
Qi Yun tried to slowly channel a wisp of True Qi into the banner, intending to gain control of the artifact.
However, a strong sense of resistance and blockage immediately surged up, preventing his True Qi from entering.
"A personal magical Law Artifact? What a pity, I was planning to keep it for myself."
Seeing that he couldn't refine or control the Law Artifact, Qi Yun immediately shrugged, released the suppression on the Law Technique Panel, grabbed it, and refined it in an instant!
Feeling the vibration of the Soul-Gathering Banner in his hand, Qi Yun raised an eyebrow slightly. It really was a high-level Law Artifact. It actually tried to resist, but its meager resistance was really too weak against the Law Technique Panel that could devour even the spiritual treasures of heaven and earth.
It lasted less than a blink of an eye before the Soul-Gathering Banner was directly refined by the Law Technique Panel, turning into a pile of ashes.
The Daoist intent contained within the Soul-Gathering Banner surged and roared.
Immediately, the [Skull Curse] progress, which had just been updated, was fully replenished again.
[Automatic Law Technique updates complete. This is a minor version update; Law Technique effects have been adjusted as follows.]
[Skull Incantation 8.0: Increases Law Technique power and the number of skeletons]
Hehehe--
With a low chuckle, the twenty-seven white skeletons surrounding Qi Yun suddenly began to tremble wildly, their dark green Corpse Poison Yin Fire surging and raging, faintly tinged with blood.
Then, under Ling Jiao'er's incredulous gaze, it happened.
These skeletal skulls began to split and evolve one by one. In the blink of an eye, the original twenty-seven skeletal skulls had grown to eighty-one!
"This-this-this is-"
The scene before her eyes was completely beyond Ling Jiao'er's comprehension.
One must unite with the laws of nature and comprehend the Dao through self-realization?
The state described in the ancient book flashed through her mind, Ling Jiao'er's red lips parted slightly, her beautiful eyes wide open.
Could this child be... a descendant of the True Lord?!
Ling Jiao'er hadn't yet recovered from her shock when Qi Yun, who was experiencing the wonders of the 8.0 new version, turned his gaze to this true disciple of the Hehuan Palace.
The biting cold startled Ling Jiao'er awake. At that moment, Qi Yun had already walked up to her. A large hand, with irresistible force, suddenly reached out and grabbed her smooth, beautiful chin, forcing her to raise her head.
"Witch, I need your help in my cultivation!"