0p0 Chapter 440 Nascent Soul
Chapter 440 Nascent Soul
The bound soul in the distance had already sensed the presence of several Jindan cultivators, but they disappeared in the blink of an eye.
He frowned slightly and raised his hand to instruct the two Jindan demon cultivators behind him: "Heh, a bunch of ants running away with their heads in their hands, daring to try to go against the Demon Palace. Go after them and don't let any of them go."
"Yes! Ancestor!"
The two Jindan stage demon cultivators responded respectfully with a "yes" and with a sneer, they chased in the direction where Bai Lan had just disappeared.
Bai Lan's spiritual consciousness was always closely staring at the outside world. He didn't care about the two fish that had escaped. He was still waiting there calmly.
The two Jindan cultivators in front were flying smoothly, and Binding Soul's own consciousness did not detect anything unusual in front, so no one would have thought that someone had set up a magic circle ambush in front.
After all, Fu Hun was a Nascent Soul cultivator. A Jindan cultivator would have no choice but to run away when they saw him, and would not have the courage to trip him up. Fu Hun had never thought about it in this way from the beginning.
What he was thinking about was how likely he was to get the opportunity from the Corpse Refining Sect this time.
But before the calculations in his mind had stopped, a surge of spiritual energy surged in from all directions, followed by layer upon layer of magic arrays appearing under the feet of the demon cultivators.
Fu Hun's face turned cold, and he was about to raise his hand to use the power of a Nascent Soul cultivator to destroy these low-level magic arrays. The next moment, two magic arrays with powerful auras suddenly appeared under his feet.
Amid the howling wind, a sea of fire rose up in response to the wind. Because it contained a wisp of Bai Lan's Purple Sky True Fire, the sea of fire that rose up with the wind was frighteningly bright red and purple.
Wind blades and fire swords were flying everywhere, there were strong winds in the sky, magma on the ground, and occasionally a few sword auras were mixed in. The disciples of the Soul Binding Valley who were in the formation had almost nowhere to escape and nowhere to stand.
Dodging with swords would only speed up the consumption of their spiritual energy. Even if a genius cultivator who was proficient in formations instantly broke the center of a magic array, the surrounding scene did not change at all, which was frightening.
Because there are thirty layers stacked up, even if one layer is broken, there are still twenty-nine layers of fire array.
The formation was broken layer by layer, but the people were gone.
And it was at this moment of panic and fear that the unstable monks were most likely to be pulled into the illusion. In an instant, several disciples who were confused by the illusion died under the wind and fire that filled the screen.
At this moment, the Soul-Binding Ancestor was also struggling in two high-level magic arrays.
The seventh-level formation is aimed at the early Nascent Soul stage, and the eighth-level formation is aimed at the late Nascent Soul stage.
The two formations were activated in combination, Bai Lan outside was pouring spirit stones into them as if they were free, and Hong Xiao and Master Xu were attacking from above, leaving the Bound Soul no time to breathe.
"Could it be Hanxu who did it? Humph, so insidious. Don't think that you can keep me here today just because you spent a lot of effort to set up two formations!" Fuhun frantically struggled for a long time, and finally spoke in a deep voice with a livid face, but no one around answered.
Bai Lan remained silent. She was concentrating on observing the situation in the field, not missing any changes, and judging the extent of damage based on the speed at which the formation killed the enemy.
When all the monks from the Soul Binding Valley present were killed, Bai Lan would reload the save file and go back to the time before the formation was set up, change the formation combination, and then continue to record the damage and study the combination.
The state of soul binding is also being studied.
The Yuanying old demon is worthy of being the Yuanying old demon. Even if Bai Lan took out two killer weapons, he was still able to remain conscious and handle it with ease, looking for a way to break the deadlock.
Talismans, magic weapons, mechanical devices, puppets, spirit beasts, and so on, there were countless treasures he took out from his storage bag.
Fu Hun was betting that Bai Lan's spirit stones would eventually run out, so he kept holding on. Bai Lan was also betting that Fu Hun's spirit power would be exhausted, so he hardened his heart and continued to use his spirit power to keep the formation running.
As long as the Bound Soul is killed, the Bound Soul Valley can also be cleared in a sense.
At this moment, the bound soul in the formation suddenly gritted its teeth, took out a top-grade spirit stone, and planned to replenish its spiritual power. This action made Bai Lan instantly alert.
"Master Fu, scan him with your spiritual sense, and then read the lines I have written." Bai Lan secretly transmitted a message to Master Fu.
Old Fu chuckled and did as he was told.
Bai Lan was obviously playing a psychological tactic. After using the consciousness of a cultivator who had attained the state of being a spirit being, the bound soul would sense the aura of the cultivator and would surely have wild thoughts in his mind.
In this critical moment, if your mind is not calm and your qi is not stable, you will be close to death.
Sure enough, when the spiritual consciousness of the incarnation cultivator swept over, the bound soul, who was trying his best to break the formation, trembled all over, and his face turned several shades paler.
"You are just being mysterious! If a Divine Transformation cultivator had come in person, he would have taken action long ago. How could I have survived until now?"
“Humph, I am indeed not here. The one who is speaking is just a fragment of my spirit that is left here. But even so, you have to stay here today.” Elder Fu said in a deep voice: “How dare you touch someone from the Ten Thousand Poison Sect? You are so bold!”
"Wan, the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect, the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect in the Far West? Could it be that Senior is the founder of the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect, the Ten Thousand Poisons Patriarch?" The Soul-Bound's face changed, and the action of breaking the formation slowed down by a degree.
“Hehehe, since you have heard of my name, I can leave your body intact today.” Old Fu laughed.
If it were any other name, he might not believe it, but he knew that the Corpse Refining Sect originated from the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect.
As the saying goes, the person who knows a man best is often his enemy. Fu Hun knows the Corpse Refining Ancestor very well, and he knows even better where he comes from.
I thought Lianshi was a cultivator who defected from the sect, but I didn't expect that he was actually connected to the ancestor of the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect?
If the two really have any connection, there is indeed a great possibility that there is a trace of the spirit left by a cultivator who has reached the state of spiritual enlightenment here.
He had never seen a Jindan cultivator, but he knew that a Jindan cultivator could kill him as easily as he killed a Jindan cultivator.
If that were the case, he would be dead today.
"Ancestor, why don't you just take action and give him a quick death." Bai Lan spoke in a cold voice, echoing the same tune as Old Fu.
"This man has some ability to last so long under the formation I set up. I will keep his body and refine it into a corpse puppet."
"Great opinion, ancestor."
The conversation between Bai Lan and the mysterious old man sounded terrifying to Bind Soul's ears.
His expression flashed, he gritted his teeth and gave up on breaking the formation.
Then a golden light flashed between his eyebrows, and the soul-bound body exploded on the spot. The huge power directly broke a hole in the corner of the magic circle. Then a golden light shot up into the sky from the explosion and disappeared in front of Bai Lan in the blink of an eye.
"Wait, could this be..." Bai Lan looked surprised, but not panicked, because she had saved the game in advance.
“It’s impossible to catch up. The Nascent Soul of a Nascent Soul cultivator is extremely fast. Even if a Nascent Soul cultivator tries to chase him, he may not be able to catch up.” Old Fu shook his head.
Bai Lan frowned: "If we prepare in advance, can we be sure to imprison the cultivator's Nascent Soul?"