Chapter 1284: Array Slash
is palm.These vengeful spirits continuously let out screams, and in turn, pale ghostly faces appear, their mouths wide open in shrieks, eyes hollow, and expressions extremely distorted.Qin Sang coldly...'Boom!'
The female demons had just appeared, and before they could do anything, they fell into a sea of fire.
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The female demon head screamed in agony as she was burned by the demonic fire.
They struggled valiantly in the sea of fire, but they couldn't withstand the power of the demonic flames. Their breaths weakened and their spirits were crushed, a truly tragic sight. In just a moment, they cried out as they fled into the folding fan.
Then, the demonic fire fiercely crashed into the magical artifact!
The flower fan was a magical treasure, not known for its defense. Under the onslaught of demonic flames, its light dimmed sharply, letting out a mournful cry as it suffered considerable damage and was sent flying.
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Their minds were connected, and both Fa Bao and Yue Sanshan suffered great blows. Yue Sanshan was struck like lightning, feeling a sweetness in his throat followed by a mouthful of blood. His face turned ashen white.
I'm not even a match for the Demon Fire!
The crowd gasped in shock, and everyone scrambled to escape.
But unexpectedly, the demonic fire suddenly rolled back and was taken back by Qin Sang. Following closely behind, a dazzling light burst forth from the flames, swift to an extreme point, flying towards him in an instant - it was the ebony sword.
Qin Sang made such a huge sacrifice precisely to completely eliminate this person. If he allowed his Nascent Soul to escape, it would be all for nothing.
To exterminate a nascent soul, one would need the might of the Seven Souls Killing Array.
At this moment, Yue Sanren didn't even have time to rearrange her flower fan. In terror, she hurriedly patted her pouch, and a streak of blue light shot out, transforming into a formless mass of crimson cloud gas.
This is Yue San Ren's commonly used protective magic treasure, called the Chiyun Barrier.
The Crimson Cloud Barrier rapidly expanded, transforming into a cloud curtain to shield him.
The moonlit wanderer didn't look back, focused only on escaping.
This could be considered the greatest crisis he had ever faced. He knew he was no match for Qin Sang and could only delay as much as possible, hoping that the woman in purple would notice something amiss here and activate the formation to save his life.
'Whoosh!'
The ebony sword flashed, facing the cloud curtain without hesitation. With a flick of its blade, a spray of blood erupted, landing entirely upon the cloud curtain.
When defiled, the Chiyun Barrier's brilliant light dimmed instantly, its power greatly diminished.
The magical treasures were damaged, the cloud curtain dissipated, and it was powerless to maintain.
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The ebony sword was merciless, piercing the cloud curtain directly and catching up to the Moon Wanderer in the blink of an eye.
Yuesanren wanted to unleash more treasures, but suddenly felt a darkness surrounding him. He cried out in his heart, "Bad!" and realized he had fallen into the Qisha Killing Formation!
Whoosh…
The ebony sword vanished, and the sword formation transformed into countless sword threads, strangling Yue Sanren!
Qin Sang hadn't fully comprehended the Seven Souls Killing Formation. While it was somewhat inadequate against powerful figures like Ye Lao Mo, its power against weaker practitioners like Yue San Ren was terrifying!
The speed of their duel was extremely fast.
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A flurry of dazzling changes, Yue Sanyou first lost her flower fan and then damaged the Red Cloud Barrier.
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The purple-clothed woman leading the array finally noticed them, caught off guard. Before she could even react, Yue Sanren had fallen into a perilous situation.
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Rumble rumble…'
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A deafening roar shook the heavens as monstrous waves surged forth, crashing down upon Qin Sang with terrifying force.
Qin Sang completely ignored him, focusing on activating the sword formation.
Within the sword formation, Yue Sanren screamed repeatedly.
Just then, a gray hurricane suddenly appeared in the sky above the battlefield. The hurricane pressed down, and there seemed to be a tower shadow faintly visible. It moved swiftly yet leisurely, transforming into a heavy wall of wind, just as things were about to reach a critical point, it suppressed the giant wave for Qin Sang.
With this plan in place, Qingjun kept a close eye on Qin Sang's movements while leading the charge, acting swiftly to remove any outside interference that threatened him.
And integrate the pressure of the Xunfeng Great Formation into the Qisha Killing Formation, helping Qin Sang suppress Yuésàn Ren and quickly resolve the opponent.
This completely cut off Yue Sanren's hope of survival!
"Pff!"
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A sword thread flashed past.
The man's left arm was severed at the shoulder, and his whole body was covered in wounds, blood flowing freely—a truly pitiful sight.
At the brink of death, Yue Sanren made his final struggle. With a deafening roar, he launched himself forward, hurling dozens of toxic, refined thunder beads. He broke free from the oppressive force, and the sword formation trembled violently. He allowed the sword formation to shred his physical body, while his Nascent Soul flew out from the top of his head. He looked around in confusion, then fixed his gaze on a direction and prepared to use the teleportation technique.
To everyone's surprise, at this moment the Qi Po Killing Array flared with ghostly light. A strange wave of energy surged forward.
The Yuanshen of the Yue Sanyou suddenly went into a daze, missing an opportunity. When he came back to his senses, he found himself in terror as a flying sword appeared before him out of nowhere, its sword qi incomparably sharp!
"No!"
The moonlit man's eyes showed boundless fear, and his scream abruptly stopped.
The ebony sword pierced through him, shattering his Nascent Soul on the spot!
Qin Sang showed no mercy, killing Yue Sanren!
The sword formation retracted, the ghostly light dissipated, Yue Sanren completely vanished from the world. Qin Sang reached out and took Yue Sanren's pouch and magical treasures into his hands.
This is the second Yuan Ying of the Zui Yuan who was slain by his formation!
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On Mount Shuangjing, the purple-robed woman leading the grand formation was furious. Her face contorted with anger as her eyes blazed with fire. They never expected Qin Sang to possess such a high level of disguise skills, posing as Madam Luo and setting up a trap.
Even Yue Sanren was a piece of trash, almost instantly killed in the first encounter, with no power to fight back. He didn't even have a chance to unleash his Yuan Ying before escaping, and I couldn't come to his rescue in time.
Since Qin Sang's meteoric rise, counting Ye Lao Mo's blood demon avatar, the Ziyuan has had three Nascent Soul cultivators die at his hands. And they were all utterly destroyed, both body and soul, with their Nascent Souls eradicated as well. The losses are undeniably heavy.
Looking down at the mountain, even Lady Luò, who had been assisting Young Master Qīng, had returned to her true form. With a sly smile on her face, she provocatively looked up at the peak of the mountain.
Lady Luo was naturally delighted.
This strategy proved effective, as she beheaded the primordial fiend, Ziyuan. Although Qin Sang's strength is indeed remarkable, her contribution should not be overlooked. Moreover, the one who died was Yue Sanren, someone she despised the most, killing two birds with one stone.
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Early in the war, a Nascent Soul perished. The side of Ziyuan was greatly shaken, and the numerous Nascent Souls changed color in alarm.
The purple-clothed woman transmitted a sound to summon the others to preside over the formation, and then she personally entered the formation.
Qin Sang put away the pouch from Yue Sanshan, his consciousness sweeping inward. For many years, Zui Yuan had invaded the Tianxing Alliance and plundered extensively. Yue Sanshan had accumulated a considerable fortune as a result.
He took a cursory glance and didn't notice any extraordinary treasures. They were all ordinary trinkets.
Then, a cold snort suddenly came from beside her ear. The water waves in the distance rippled and a figure emerged, it was the purple-clothed woman.
Upon seeing this woman, Qin Sang's pupils constricted slightly. He hastily put away his pouch and flicked his sleeve, causing the eighteen Devil Flags to fly out once more, the devil fire swirling and dancing around him.
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This woman is actually a mid-Nascent Soul expert!
Judging by their bearing, he seemed to have the upper hand over Dongyang Bo.
"Autumn Fragrance Fairy!"
Qin Sang's heart turned, and she remembered this woman's identity.
She originally came from a lower sect of the Starry Sky Sect, which was actually forcefully absorbed by the Starry Sky Sect. She had extraordinary talent. Shortly after forming her Nascent Soul, she publicly announced her withdrawal from the Starry Sky Sect.
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TIAN Zheng old man once wanted to suppress her, but this woman not only did not submit, but instead, withstood the pressure and made a breakthrough to the middle stage of Yuan Ying. Tian Zheng old man had to accept negotiations.
When Qiu Zhixian found her, Qin Sang secretly felt alert.
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