Chapter 91: Three Souls Sword Qi

  "Hmm..."

  A loud, muffled sound echoed through the air as Ding Yan stepped out of the storage space. A low, rumbling noise came from behind him, followed by a twisted and explosive force that burst forth, shattering many stone houses in the surrounding area. The stone houses within the city were incredibly durable, even ordinary scattered immortals couldn't destroy them, yet this explosive force easily annihilated all the surrounding stone houses, revealing an empty space of about 100 meters in diameter, a testament to its incredible power.

  Watching the power behind him gradually calm down, Ding Yan let out a sigh of relief.

  The power of spatial turbulence was too terrifying, if he hadn't cultivated the Dao technique "Lei Yun Step", he would have probably died in the spatial turbulence.

  "What a pity to waste such storage space." Ding said regretfully.

  Inside the storage space, there were treasures accumulated by Huang Quan Lao Xian throughout his life of cultivation. Unfortunately, those treasures had all been drained of their vitality and turned into useless items. Ding Yan speculated that among the broken magical instruments, there might be treasures at the spiritual instrument level, but under the power of that vortex, no treasure was able to survive, and they all turned to dust.

  But Dingshen didn't leave empty-handed either. To say nothing of other things, just that quiet Tianling tree alone would be enough to increase Dingshen's future cultivation speed by more than a hundred times.

  After all, the Qiankun Dao Jing absorbs spiritual energy rather than yuan energy.

  Although taking the lotus leaf peach solved the problem of cultivating the Qiankun Taoist scripture, if this world didn't have spiritual energy, then for Ding Yan, the road ahead would still be difficult to tread. However, the appearance of the Jitian Ling tree has just resolved this issue.

  With this treasure tree, Ding Yan was equivalent to having a pile of spiritual stones that would never run out. In the future, the speed of cultivating the Qian Kun Dao Jing would be absolutely rapid.

  What's more, there is that mysterious green stone and a pile of ancient books. Not to mention the mysterious stone, just these ancient books are enough to drive people crazy. Imagine, an ancient book left behind by a nine-trial scattered immortal, would it be an ordinary product?

  As the force of spatial fragmentation dissipated, a mountain-like pressure suddenly descended, instantly enveloping Ding Yan's body.

  Under the terrifying pressure, Ding Yan almost couldn't help but kneel down on the ground.

  "What is that thing?!" Ding Yan looked up with a shocked expression.

  A huge magic slate appeared in the city of Wrong Death at some unknown time.

  The mighty aura of the magic stele shoots straight up into the sky, above which ghostly markings flicker, as endless hordes of vengeful spirits fly towards the magic stele...

  Hiss......

  The entrance to the storage space, which had originally disappeared, suddenly produced a twist, and three extremely strong sword energies broke out. These three sword energies were precisely the nameless sword energies that had shattered the vortex inside the storage space earlier.

  Ding Yan didn't even have time to react before being struck by these three sword auras.

  After the sword energy passed, Ding Yan found that there was no wound on his body at all, and those three sword energies also disappeared into nothingness, as if they had never appeared before.

  "What's going on?" Ding Yan retreated three steps in a row and found that after the sword energy entered his body, the pressure emitted by the magic stele was alleviated a lot.

  After being frightened, Ding Yan hastily calmed his mind and focused it inwardly.

  Inside his body, the meridians were normal and there was no damage at all. His soul and immortal sense were also as usual. The only difference was that on his brow, he didn't know when three swirling sword auras had appeared. In the center of it, a green figure sat cross-legged, eyes closed in quiet meditation.

  "It's that green-clad girl!" Ding Yan took one glance and recognized the appearance of the person in green.

  Bright eyes and white teeth, skin like ice crystal, just like a fairy descending to the world.

  Before Ding Yan could explore further, a powerful force burst into the sky and broke through the momentum of the magic stele, rushing straight towards Ding Yan's location. At the same time, a vast and boundless magical consciousness enveloped Ding Yan's entire body.

  "Kid, hand over the Three Souls Sword Aura of Huang Quan Old Ghost!!" The Blood Path Demon's consciousness locked onto Ding Yan.

  Although shocked by the momentum of the Magic Monument, Blood Path Person is even more unlikely to give up on Huang Quan Old Immortal's Three Souls Sword Energy, because he clearly knows that those three sword energies are the result of Huang Quan Old Immortal's cultivation using his own three souls.

  Humans have three souls and seven spirits. Huang Quan Old Immortal's three souls are the foundation, and the sword energy refined from them is unimaginably terrifying. More importantly, these three sword energies contain the secrets of Huang Quan Old Immortal breaking through nine times of scattered immortal calamity. If obtained, the Blood Path cultivator's cultivation will undoubtedly advance further.

  At the moment he broke out, I clearly felt that Huang Quan Lao Xian's three souls sword energy had merged into this young man's body. It was precisely because of this that the Blood Path cultivators would still frantically kill towards Ding Yan even when the Demon Stele appeared.

  "Three Souls Sword Qi?"

  Ding Yan muttered a name to himself, but his feet moved swiftly in the direction of the central city using the Cloud Striding Steps. Although he didn't know what kind of cultivation Blood Path was, at present, he was absolutely no match for him. The only way to survive was to seek life from death.

  Where the devil's monument stands tall, pressure fills the sky. Although it is extremely dangerous, it does not lose its value as a way to survive.

  Even if Xue Dao Ren's cultivation is astonishing, when he arrives at that place, he will probably have to hold his breath. When thinking of dealing with him, many things will be taken into consideration. Moreover, Ding Yan clearly remembers that the direction in which Shi Ren disappeared was also there...

  ......

  Huangfu Ming gazed out at the chaotic scene before him, his eyes filled with a desperate expression.

  "It's all over, it's all over..."

  When the demon stele appeared, he had already sensed something was amiss. From that moment on, Huangfu Ming resolutely abandoned his desire for the treasure and fled to a distant land. Compared to the treasure, his life was more important. With his cultivation, he arrived at the distant land in just half an hour after exerting himself fully.

  What left him in despair was that the entrance had long since disappeared, and where the previous road used to be had now turned into a vast expanse of chaos.

  They were completely sealed in this ghost town.

  "Huangfu Xiaozhi, are you telling the truth?!" Wu Yuan Sanren sat on the side with a disheveled shirt and pants, panting heavily, without any of the majestic aura of a Leijian Scattered Immortal.

  As a Lei Jie San Xian, Wu Yuan San Ren's feelings are even more profound than Huang Fu Ming.

  Although he couldn't see the gathering souls, Wu Yuan San Ren still sensed the eerie aura emanating from the magic stele, which was faint but still evoked fear in him. Especially after the ghostly markings appeared on the stele, the aura became even more terrifying. With his cultivation level, he didn't even dare to think about what kind of horrific creature existed beneath the stele.

  "That demon stele is absolutely a means for some extraordinary demon to resurrect, I have cultivated the Soul-Extracting Technique and can see souls..." After finishing speaking, Huangfu Ming's eyes became lifeless as he stared into empty space.

  In his eyes.

  Clearly visible were streaks of semi-transparent souls, like a meteor shower, flying towards the magic stele.

  The monks who entered the city of death were not many, and Huangfu Ming clearly knew that before the appearance of the city of death, a city had disappeared in the mortal world. There were at least tens of millions of lives within a city, and for a large city like Xiao Yun City, there were no less than hundreds of millions inside.

  Millions of lives, how many souls will there be?

  "Magic stele, it's really a magic stele......" Looking at the souls falling like rain, Huangfu Ming muttered to himself.

  Wuyuan Sanren sat on one side, looking at Huangfu Ming's expression, his eyes flickering, wondering what he was thinking about.

  "Little one, perhaps we still have a thread of life..." Wu Yuan San Ren suddenly spoke up.

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