Chapter 5: The Poor Man Who Can't Afford a Fake Soul
Chapter 5: The Poor Man Who Can't Afford a Fake Soul
No matter how the external appearance changes, the core cannot be changed. Nowadays, people in the magic world are really creative. A magic array can actually create auspicious signs of dragons and phoenixes.
Zhang Yunlu, who was standing by, looked a little pale.
She didn't want to believe it in her heart, but she felt that the man in front of her was not lying to her.
The Soul-Capture Formation is one of the most notorious formations in the evil world. Even people who are not familiar with the ancient cultivation world have heard of it.
This is a large formation included in the textbooks. The power that the Soul-Shocking Formation can exert is linked to the cultivation level of the person who sets up the formation.
After the formation is activated, if there is no special protection, the cultivators who are two realms lower than the one who sets up the formation will have their souls directly extracted, and the one who sets up the formation himself can also obtain extremely exaggerated blessings.
Now, the great cultivator Xiao Ning who has returned to the Void Realm has arrived in Xuanjian City.
The person behind the scenes dared to set up the formation, which meant that the person who set up the formation was at least at the Return to Void Realm!
Practitioners below the level of Spirit Transformation will have their souls forcibly extracted the moment the formation is fully activated.
Not to mention a person like her who is just practicing Qigong.
"But don't worry, just wait patiently. Master Xiao Ning should have noticed something is wrong."
Zhang Yunlu looked at the sky, her eyes full of worry.
Regardless of whether it was true or false, what could she do when she was only at the Qi training stage?
And those people around who were also looking at the sky also thought that the phantoms of the dragon and phoenix were the "special effects" that came with the appearance of the Return to Void Realm.
Many people took out their mobile phones to take pictures, and some flew into the air on flying swords to find a suitable angle, but were quickly driven down by the Jindan-stage security guards.
Among them were a few hooligans with dyed yellow hair who looked sloppy. The flying swords they rode were made of ordinary materials and workmanship, but they would emit sounds like thunder, accompanied by all kinds of dazzling light effects.
"What's up with those people's flying swords?"
Zhang Yunlu was a little flustered, but she still answered subconsciously when she heard the question: "That's the flying sword paint, the [Sword Qi and Thunder Sound Simulation Board], it's useless."
Xu Xing suddenly understood in his mind that it was the cultivator's version of will-o'-the-wisp.
"It is said that some flying sword painting masters can also copy the sword intent of top sword practitioners. After the flying swords are painted by them, even if the user is a novice who has never practiced sword art, he can use the real sword energy and thunder sound or even a more powerful realm."
But the price is not affordable for ordinary people.
"Aren't you a Sword Sect cultivator? How come you haven't heard of this?"
"I often stay in seclusion and haven't paid much attention to the outside world in recent years."
Zhang Yunlu did not doubt it and just thought he was the kind of ascetic monk who turned a deaf ear to the world outside.
Dang~dang~dang~
After hearing three consecutive long and ancient bell sounds, Zhang Yunlu's pupils shrank, and he saw the shadows of dragons and phoenixes in the sky approaching each other. A small silver-white banner emerged from the clear light.
In Xuanjian City, everyone, regardless of their cultivation level, is attracted to it.
The small flag was glowing all over, and where the clear light shone, countless majestic gods appeared, sitting on top of the clouds, overlooking the entire city.
Every cultivator who has looked into the eyes of the "god" feels that the divine light in the eyes of the "god" is the principle of the great way, and feels great freedom and ease from the depths of his soul.
Because they were caught off guard, in just a moment, 70% of the cultivators in Xuanjian City were addicted to it, and their souls were about to leave their bodies.
Zhang Yunlu lowered her head, only feeling the sound of Sanskrit in her ears, but she still used her own will to suppress the urge to look up.
Xu Xing stared at her for a few seconds and nodded. Even with his help, she could hold on for so long.
This little girl, with whom I have a close relationship, has a good heart.
Then he looked up and to the side, where the municipal building was.
Could it be that Master Xiao Ning who is in the Return to Void Realm hasn't realized that this generation of disciples from the Immortal Sect are so bad?
…………
In the mayor's office, Master Xiao Ning stood by the window with a solemn expression. He had felt something was wrong as soon as the strange phenomenon appeared in the sky.
He became even more certain after the small banner came out.
Ten Thousand Soul Banners!
Nowadays, there are still people who dare to refine such inhumane magical weapons.
The mayor who was in the Spirit Transformation Stage and a disciple from the Supreme Dao Sect who came with him stood quietly behind him without saying a word.
Suddenly, a Taishang Dao Sect cultivator in the Spiritualization Stage stepped forward. "Uncle Master, I have reported the situation in Xuanjian City to the sect, but a powerful demon has blocked the area, and it will take another three minutes for the reinforcements to arrive."
Ok?
Since everything was blocked, how did you notify the sect?
Master Xiao Ning turned around and saw that his nephew who had just spoken suddenly fell to the ground and turned into a thumb-sized bean.
Spread the beans and become an army!
Hey!
It’s not the real one after all!
Because the powerful demon blocked the void, his control over his incarnation was also severed.
puff!puff!
There were several more consecutive sounds, and among the remaining monks, some turned into paper figures, some turned into puppets, and some simply disappeared.
In the end, there were only three gods left, including quite a few in the Nascent Soul stage. After all, their incarnation techniques could not be hidden from Master Xiao Ning who was in the Return to Void stage.
The mayor standing by was confused and had no idea what these Taoist monks from the Supreme Dao Sect were up to.
The corner of Master Xiaoning's eye twitched.
It’s over. This time I’m so embarrassed.
Now that things have come to this, he can only deal with the current issues first.
"The city defense formation has been reversed into a soul-scarring formation. I will go and hold back the weapon refiner and wait for the sect's support."
After saying this, without giving the mayor a chance to ask questions, he turned into a beam of light and rushed out, heading straight for the Ten Thousand Souls Banner in the sky.
With a wisp of pure white innate Qi as its foundation, it gathered infinite magic power and transformed into a giant hand that covered the sky, grabbing the small silver-white flag in the sky.
Great supernatural power—the great capture of the innate Qi!
The residents of Xuanjian City were all staying in the sect’s headquarters or schools, so he could attack without restraint!
Under the power of Yuan Qi, the banner swayed like a small boat about to capsize in the stormy waves.
"I have been waiting for a long time, Master Xiaoning."
A voice as clear as jade was heard, and the group of 'gods' sitting on top of the clouds pushed out their palms together, and a long river of rolling clear light hit the big hand.
Boom!
A shock wave visible to the naked eye spread out, and below the collision of the two, the towering buildings were directly torn apart, like a meteorite falling to the ground. The ground directly caved in, and a large pit tens of meters deep was squeezed out.
As the two men fought, the monks who were attracted by the Ten Thousand Souls Banner were suddenly awakened.
When the impact came, many people were knocked to the ground. Except for a few people, the others didn't know what had happened.
When the Buddhist chanting beside his ears disappeared, Zhang Yunlu felt relieved and collapsed immediately due to exhaustion.
I forced myself to look up, and saw that the clouds in the sky had disappeared because of what had just happened.
A majestic 'god' sat high in the sky, the Ten Thousand Souls Banner was gently dancing, and a sunny and easy-going young man turned from virtual to real and reached out to grab the flagpole.
"Greetings, Master Xiaoning." The young man said with a smile.
"Evil heretic! Dare you tell me your name?"
Master Xiao Ning looked at him coldly and secretly activated a great magical power.
“I dare not, I dare not. The Supreme Dao Sect has mysterious powers. I don’t want to be hunted down to death by the master of the real person.”
"You want to kill me?" Master Xiao Ning's eyelids twitched.
"No, I just want to borrow the real person's soul for a while."
The two men faced each other from a distance, and the young man was waiting for the Soul-Shocking Formation to reach its full power.
And Master Xiao Ning was thinking, whether to hold on until the reinforcements arrived, or... just use the Taixu Poxie sword energy in his sea of consciousness to kill this guy!
To be honest, he couldn't bear to do it.
"Soul? I thought he was some powerful demon, but it turns out he's just a poor guy who can't afford a fake soul!"
The young man's expression froze and he could no longer laugh.
(End of this chapter)