Chapter 657
"There is no time to hesitate." Nangong Wan handed him a magic pill, "Take it at the same time and face the disaster together."
The moment the elixir entered his mouth, Fu Shaoping felt as if a thousand years of ice had slid down his throat into his dantian, and then turned into a raging flame. Opposite him, Nangong Wan's whole body trembled violently, his purple hair moved without wind, and tiny ice crystals condensed on the ends of his hair.
In the severe pain, Fu Shaoping looked inside his Dantian and saw that the originally crystal clear black ice spirit root was cracking. Purple flames oozed out of the cracks, blending strangely with the ice. Every heartbeat brought heart-wrenching pain, as if someone had inserted a red-hot iron block into his meridians.
"Hold on!" Nangong Wan's voice seemed to come from far away. She was in a similarly bad situation, with purple flames gushing out uncontrollably around her body, forming a layer of ice armor on her body surface. The turbulent spiritual energy generated by the collision of ice and fire scraped deep marks on the stone wall of the cave.
When the first thunderbolt struck, Fu Shaoping was just experiencing the moment when his spiritual root was completely shattered. The purple lightning penetrated the cave ceiling and hit his head. He spat out a mouthful of blood, but saw a wonderful scene in the blood mist - the broken spiritual root fragments were reorganizing, and each piece was emitting cold mist and sparks at the same time.
"Yin and Yang complement each other." Fu Shaoping was blessed with a heart-felt blessing, and he endured the severe pain to circulate the Qi. The new spiritual root was no longer a pure black ice attribute, but a "Taixu Cold Soul" that had never been recorded before. The ice crystal contained terrifying explosive energy.
On the other side, Nangong Wan was experiencing the transformation of her purple flame. The third thunder smashed the ice armor on her body into pieces, but it raised the purity of the flame at her core to an unprecedented level. She saw her purple flame turning into a dark black, but an ice-blue halo condensed around the edge of the flame.
"Nine Netherworld Fire." Nangong Wan thought of the top-level fire spirit root that only existed in legends in ancient books. She tried to control a new black flame, and the jade bottle on the stone table instantly vaporized, while the stone platform below was covered with thick frost.
The cave suddenly shook violently, and the fourth and fifth thunderbolts struck at the same time. One was as blue as polar ice, and the other was as red as lava fire. Fu Shaoping leaped up, and the Taixu Hanpo spiritual power condensed into an ice shield in his palm, but he saw that Nangong Wan was faster than him - the black flame turned into a long whip, and he actually tied the two thunderbolts together!
"Yin and Yang attack together!" The two said in unison. Fu Shaoping's ice spirit power and Nangong Wan's fire spirit power intertwined in the air, forming a perfect Tai Chi pattern. The double thunder was pulled by this power to cancel each other out, and the aftermath was absorbed by them.
In this wonderful balance, two golden pills formed in their dantian at the same time. The surface of Fu Shaoping's golden pill was covered with ice cracks, and purple magma flowed in each crack; Nangong Wan's golden pill was purple-black, surrounded by an ice crystal halo.
When the seventh thunderbolt fell, a strange scene suddenly flashed before Fu Shaoping's eyes. He saw a white-haired old man - presumably the old man Xuan Dan - writing frantically in the dim alchemy room. The old man's arms were covered with black lines, like some kind of backlash.
"Is this the memory of the elixir?" Fu Shaoping suddenly realized that the elixir still contained some of the consciousness of the maker. The scene changed, and he saw more than a dozen monks imprisoned in chains. Among them, two monks with ice and fire spiritual roots were taken out separately and their blood was drained.
Nangong Wan was also trapped in a fantasy. She saw the old man Xuandan giving the Nine Revolutions Nirvana Pill to a young man. The young man was ecstatic at first, then his whole body was ablaze with unextinguishable black flames, and finally turned into charcoal. The scene kept repeating, and each time the person who took the pill died a more miserable death.
"So that's it." Nangong Wan muttered to herself in the illusion. The real Nine-Turn Nirvana Pill requires the sacrifice of others, while the improved version requires self-sacrifice. She suddenly saw the last memory - the old man Xuandan was holding a purple-haired girl crying, and there was a big hole in the girl's chest burned by flames.
The double illusion reached its climax when the ninth thunderbolt struck. Fu Shaoping and Nangong Wan saw the truth at the same time: the old man Xuandan created this elixir to save his granddaughter, but found that he needed to sacrifice others to maintain the efficacy. In the end, he chose to seal the secret and wait for the sincere person to crack it.
At the moment when the illusion was broken, the two people's consciousness unexpectedly merged. Fu Shaoping felt the pain of Nangong Wan's childhood when the purple flame backfired, and Nangong Wan saw the past when Fu Shaoping destroyed half of his spiritual roots to protect his junior sister. This deep resonance of the soul made the newly born golden elixir tremble at the same time.
When the last thunder dissipated, the top of Qingxia Peak was in ruins. The cave house was half collapsed, and the formation was completely destroyed, but the two people sitting cross-legged in the middle of the ruins were emitting amazing spiritual power fluctuations.
Fu Shaoping opened his eyes first, and a mixture of ice blue and purple-red light flashed in his pupils. He raised his hand lightly, and the mountain spring ten feet away froze instantly, and then turned into steam with a flick of his fingertips. "Late Jindan." He looked inside his Dantian in disbelief, originally expecting that the early Jindan stage would be the limit.
Nangong Wan's transformation was even more amazing. After the black flames around her body subsided, her skin was like the finest mutton-fat jade, and purple veins could be vaguely seen flowing under her skin. The most peculiar thing was her purple hair, which now had ice crystals that would never melt.
“The peak of the middle stage.” Nangong Wan clenched her fists, and the space was slightly distorted. “The Nine Netherworld Fire can burn the spiritual power itself.” She tried to release a wisp of black flame at Fu Shaoping, but it was perfectly offset by the ice crystal barrier that automatically emerged from the opponent’s body surface.
Fu Shaoping suddenly frowned: "Did you hear any sound?" Nangong Wan listened carefully and found that it was a special frequency generated by the resonance of each other's golden elixir. When the distance between the two is less than three steps, the golden elixir will automatically form a spiritual power cycle, and the speed of cultivation will increase several times.
"Yin and Yang complement each other." Nangong Wan thought of the dual cultivation method she saw in the illusion, "This is probably the additional effect of the elixir." Her face flushed, but she saw that Fu Shaoping's ears were also red - after the souls resonated, some emotions were difficult to hide.
While cleaning up the mess, Fu Shaoping found half a jade slip under the ruins. After wiping it clean, the last handwriting of the old man Xuan Dan was revealed on it: "Those who can prove their sincerity can find the "Liang Yi Can Tong Qi" that I left in Xingyun Valley."
Nangong Wan put away the jade slip and looked towards the rising sun in the east: "What's next?"
Fu Shaoping stood side by side with her, the aura of the Great Void Cold Soul and the Nine Netherworld Fire intertwined in the air to form a gorgeous glow: "Starfall Valley."
Deep in the dantian that the two could not see, each of their golden elixirs was pregnant with a ray of alien spiritual power - Fu Shaoping's golden elixir contained black flame seeds, and Nangong Wan's golden elixir contained cold soul essence. This was the last surprise left by the Nine-Turn Nirvana Pill for them, and it was also the key to the future breakthrough of the Nascent Soul.
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The morning mist of Qingxia Peak had not yet dissipated, and two figures had already descended the mountaintop in the golden light of the early sun. Fu Shaoping wore an indigo robe with ice crystal patterns embroidered on the cuffs, and his every move was a bit otherworldly. Nangong Wan followed beside him, the ice crystals on his purple hair refracted colorful light in the sun, and a black jade token hung around his waist.
"According to the jade slip, the Falling Star Valley is three thousand miles away in the northeast." Fu Shaoping condensed a spiritual map with his fingertips, "On the way, we have to pass through the Black Water Swamp, which is filled with miasma. We need to prepare anti-poison pills in advance."
Nangong Wan took out a purple jade box from her storage bag and said, "The Nine Flower Jade Dew Pills I found in old man Xuandan's cave are just what I need." As she spoke, the ice crystals at the ends of her hair collided gently, making a crisp sound like wind chimes.
The two smiled at each other. Ever since they had survived the calamity together that day, there had been a strange connection between them. Although he had not yet used his energy, Fu Shaoping could still feel the pulsation of the purple-black golden elixir in Nangong Wan's dantian, like another heartbeat.
Three days later, at the edge of the Blackwater Swamp.
The foul mist filled the forest, and the twisted dead trees were covered with vines. From time to time, the rustling sound of poisonous insects could be heard. Fu Shaoping opened the ice cover formed by the cold spirit of Taixu to isolate the miasma. Purple lines flowed on the surface of the ice cover, which was a wisp of the Nine Netherworld Fire that Nangong Wan had brought in.
"There is movement." Nangong Wan suddenly pressed Fu Shaoping's wrist. Purple light flashed in her pupils, and the Nine Netherworld Fire gave her superhuman perception ability. "Five golden elixir auras are surrounding us." Fu Shaoping immediately understood, and the Taixu Cold Soul condensed into a sword in his palm. The sword body was as transparent as ice, but the inside was sealed with leaping purple flames. He transmitted the message: "Two people are behind the tree in the southwest, one is lurking in the swamp in the northeast, and there are two hiding in-"
"Hahaha, what a sharp young man!" A rough laugh interrupted the voice transmission. Five figures appeared from different directions, led by a sturdy man with scars all over his face and a green poisonous python coiled on his shoulder. "Since you have seen through our ambush, leave your storage bag behind!"
Nangong Wan sneered: "Five people in the early stage of Jindan dare to rob people on the road?" A cluster of black flames leaped up from her fingertips, the temperature around them dropped sharply, and frost formed on the ground.
The scarred man's face changed slightly, but he soon grinned and said, "The little girl has some skills, but it's a pity." He slapped the leather drum on his waist fiercely, "Form a formation!"
The five people suddenly changed their shapes and formed a pentagram formation in an instant. The smelly poisonous mist gushed out from their sleeves and condensed into five giant pythons in the air. Fu Shaoping's pupils shrank - this poisonous mist could actually corrode spiritual power, and cracks began to appear on the surface of the ice cover.
"Yin and Yang rotate!" Fu Shaoping and Nangong Wan stood back to back. The Great Void Cold Soul and the Nine Netherworld Fire erupted at the same time, and ice and fire intertwined into a Tai Chi pattern. The poisonous python hit the light curtain, making a hissing sound.
"Third and fourth brother, attack that man!" the scarred man shouted. The two skinny monks immediately pounced on Fu Shaoping, one of them had hundreds of poison needles flying out of his sleeves, and the other's hands turned into black claws.
Fu Shaoping swept his sword across, and the ice crystal sword energy froze all the poison needles. But the black claw monk suddenly changed his tactics, and the claw wind tore through the air, leaving three bloody marks on his left arm. Strangely, the wound did not bleed, but instead turned blue-black.
"Bone rot poison?" Fu Shaoping felt his left arm begin to go numb. He shook the flesh and blood without hesitation, and the Great Void Cold Spirit instantly froze the wound. The severe pain made cold sweat seep out of his forehead, but the spread of the poison had been curbed.
On the other side, Nangong Wan was besieged by three people at the same time. The scarred man's poisonous python kept attacking her body-protecting black flames, while the other two controlled the flying sword and released poisonous smoke. Her purple hair flew, and the Nine Netherworld Fire turned into a long whip, which smashed the flying sword into pieces.
"There's something strange about this little girl's fire!" the monk who was controlling the flying sword exclaimed. His life-saving magic weapon was contaminated by the black flames and began to freeze from the inside. Nangong Wan took the opportunity to bully him and slapped him on the chest. The black flames penetrated his body, and the monk instantly turned into an ice sculpture, which then exploded into ice crystals all over the sky.
"Old Five!" The scarred man's eyes were red with anger, "You bitch, die!" He bit his tongue and spurted out a mouthful of blood. The poisonous python suddenly grew in size, and a single horn grew on its head.
Nangong Wan groaned and was knocked several feet away by the horn. She knelt on one knee, with a trace of blood flowing from the corner of her mouth. Fu Shaoping sensed that her breath was disordered and became very anxious. Taixu Hanpo burst out with all his strength, temporarily forcing the two enemies in front of him to retreat.
"Wan'er!" He called out, and at the same time sensed the abnormal fluctuations of Nangong Wan's golden elixir. That wonderful resonance appeared again, and the two people's spiritual powers merged in the air. Fu Shaoping suddenly felt blessed and inserted the ice sword into the ground.
"Ice Prison Thousand Layers!"
With the tip of the sword as the center, the Taixu Frigid Soul spread like a tide. The area of ten feet in radius instantly turned into an ice field, and the movements of the five Tribulation Cultivators all stopped. Nangong Wan immediately understood his intention, and the Nine Netherworld Fire spread along the ice surface, turning the ice layer purple-black wherever it passed.
"burst!"
With Nangong Wan's shout, all the purple-black ice crystals exploded at the same time. Five Tribulation Cultivators were blown away by the shock wave, and the two with weaker cultivation were killed on the spot. The remaining three were also covered in wounds, and the Scarred Strong Man's poisonous python was blown to half of its body.
"What kind of evil skill is this?!" The scarred man looked at his arm, which was beginning to freeze, in horror. He immediately cut off his right arm and stared at the two men fiercely: "Today's vengeance will be avenged tomorrow!"
"Want to leave?" Nangong Wan sneered. She formed seals with both hands, and all the ice crystals at the ends of her hair flew out, forming a mysterious formation in the air. At the same time, Fu Shaoping activated the Taixu Hanpo, injecting purple flames into each ice crystal.
"Yin Yang Soul Lock!"
The ice crystal formation enveloped the three Tribulation Cultivators. The scarred man attacked the light curtain frantically, but found that his spiritual power was frozen as soon as it came into contact with the ice crystals. What was even more terrifying was that the purple flames began to burn their spiritual consciousness.
"No——" The shrill screams lasted for a full ten breaths. When the light curtain dissipated, only three intact bodies were left on the ground—their souls had been burned by the Nine Netherworld Fire.
Fu Shaoping let out a long sigh, and the Taixu Cold Soul was withdrawn into his body. He walked to Nangong Wan and found that her face was as pale as paper. "Overexerted?" He gently held her shoulders.
Nangong Wan shook her head: "The Nine Netherworld Fire is backlashing, just take a breath and it will be fine." She sat cross-legged, and the ice crystals on her purple hair dimmed a lot. Fu Shaoping stood by, looking around vigilantly.
Half an hour later, Nangong Wan opened his eyes, and the purple light reappeared in his eyes. The two began to count the spoils. There were not many spirit stones in the five storage bags, but there were all kinds of poisons and evil weapons.
"It's better to destroy these harmful things." Fu Shaoping frowned as he looked at the bottles of poison. However, Nangong Wan took out a black iron box from the bottom of the scarred man's storage bag.
"There is a ban." She tried to break it with the Nine Netherworld Fire, but blood-colored runes appeared on the surface of the box to resist. Seeing this, Fu Shaoping passed the Great Void Cold Soul into her palm. The power of ice and fire finally tore open the ban.
There was only a yellowed animal skin in the box, with a complex terrain drawn on it with silver sand. Nangong Wan unfolded it and took a closer look, and suddenly exclaimed: "Is this the map of the place where the Xuanyin Patriarch passed away?"
Fu Shaoping looked closer and saw a few lines of small words in the corner of the map: "Nine Netherworlds, Xuanyin, sitting and turning into falling stars. To inherit my legacy, you need to break the yin and yang." He was shocked: "Starfall Valley?" (End of this chapter)