Chapter 120: Destroying the Clone
The immortal yuan disperses and floats away, suddenly opening up all around, a vast expanse of white mist, like an immortal realm.
One finger transforms, a giant blue finger, pressure like a mountain, presses towards the white-haired youth. The ground begins to crack, cracks spread out...
A white-haired young man spat out an ancient bell, suspended in front of him. His eyes revealed a desperate expression. He couldn't understand why a ordinary woman from the mortal world would attract a Thunder Tribulation Scattered Immortal, and one whose soul was almost demonic.
An ordinary one-life scattered immortal, with his cultivation, although not an opponent, can absolutely escape, but the person in front of him, clearly only has a one-life scattered immortal's cultivation, however, the aura of pressure transmitted from his soul makes him almost despair.
Under the oppression of this soul, he couldn't even muster up the desire to escape.
Is this the kind of soul oppression that a scattered immortal can have?
"Who are you exactly! The Supreme Elder of Lianhuagu, absolutely didn't have such a powerful aura! This soul pressure is comparable to that of a Star Master-level figure..." the white-haired youth roared.
White-haired youth, absolutely not an ordinary person, with his scattered immortal cultivation, he actually knew of the existence of the Star Master.
Bang!
With one finger, the ancient bell cracked and burst open with a loud crash.
Under the soul-locking power of Ding Yan, who was almost a scattered immortal, the white-haired man didn't even have time to resist before being crushed by this single finger's force. His sea of consciousness burst open and his soul didn't even leave behind a trace.
"You will regret this!" The white-haired man's soul flew away, leaving behind these words.
His face was indifferent, and he didn't say a word.
The green shirt fluttered, surrounding his body, with a hint of ethereal aura wafting around him, as if he might take to the wind at any moment.
Killing the man in white, Ding Yan's heart didn't produce a single ripple. A thousand years of experience had long made him indifferent to life. What was left was only his affection for his loved ones. The other party's intimidation before death couldn't affect him at all.
The state of mind of Qi Xie San Xian in the early days can actually be shaken by a simple threat.
Hmmm...
At the moment when Ding Yan was about to turn around, a golden jade pendant the size of a palm flew out from where the white-clothed man's soul had flown away. Space suddenly produced a twist, and an extremely strong immortal sense, as if it had traversed countless distances, descended upon this jade pendant out of thin air.
Ethereal figures, silently gathering.
The prestige arrives before the person does.
The vast and majestic soul's pressure spread out, and the gate of the Fang family in the distance collapsed with a loud crash. Everyone inside the Fang residence fainted under this pressure. However, Fang Yu was unaffected under Ding Yan's protection.
"Guardian talisman, incarnation descends......" Ding Yan's eyes narrowed slightly as he gazed at the gradually solidifying figure.
With one step forward, a dense and rich Xianyuan appeared on the palm of his left hand, mixed with pure Yang energy, easily penetrating the human shadow and pulling out the protective charm in the center.
"You dare kill me in front of my family? I will definitely kill you!"
A voice of anger came from among the shadows.
Ding Yan's eyes flashed, and the yuan force in his hand condensed into a ball.
Boom!
A terrifying soul oppression burst out from the amulet, attempting to shake Ding Yan.
Incarnation descends, at the very beginning is the most vulnerable stage, generally strong people will use soul oppression to deter the opponent, and strive for the incarnation descent time. After missing this time, the strong man who made the talisman will truly descend.
Ding Yan saw through the trick at a glance, so he didn't hold back and tried to destroy the amulet directly.
A dull thud.
Two extremely powerful spiritual forces collided in mid-air, and a loud explosive sound echoed through the air.
The air was filled with an eerie atmosphere, and countless cracks appeared on the ground.
The blurry figure was twisted and suddenly severed in this blow, Ding Yan stood far away, his sleeves fluttering like an immortal. The two souls' powers collided, and the blurry figure was no match, wounded by Ding Yan's single strike...
Hmph...
A faint figure emerged from the shadows, and a tired voice echoed out.
"Who are you? With your abilities, why did you kill me in front of my family, this matter is not over yet. At a certain gathering, I will take matters into my own hands and we will settle the score once and for all..."
The illusory shadow dispersed, leaving behind a gentle breeze that lifted Ding Yan's robes.
On the left hand, the light on the jade plaque had long since faded away, leaving behind a fragmented piece of jade.
"Will it never end?" Tossing aside the broken jade, Ding Yan muttered to himself.
He turned around, glanced at Fang Yu Yao, and opened his mouth to speak, but in the end only said one sentence.
"Your skills have improved."
Fang Yu Yao smiled gently "At most a year, the Tribulation of the Ordinary Realm will arrive."
Ding Yanyu remained silent for a long time before finally speaking, "At that time, you will convert to a ghost immortal and then go find him, right?"
Fang Yu Yao looked at Ding Yan, without saying a word.
After a moment of silence, Ding Yan turned around and let out a deep sigh.
"Perhaps I shouldn't have come."
With a virtual step, Ding Yan's figure twisted and disappeared into thin air...
"Take care, Fifth Brother..."
In the wind, Fang Yu Yao's voice gradually dispersed, and it was unknown whether Ding Yan had heard...
After leaving the Fang family, Ding Yan followed the direction in which the palace-dressed beauty disappeared and chased after her. When he had killed the white-haired youth earlier, Ding Yan's soul pressure was completely focused on the white-haired youth, while the palace-dressed beauty only left a divine thought on his body.
Along with the inspiration of the divine thought, Ding Yan flew for more than a time.
More and more people came.
Ding Yan fell down and transformed into a scholar-like figure, walking on the street. The palace-dressed woman was extremely cautious, constantly passing through the crowd to confuse Ding Yan's perception.
But how did she know that Ding Yan had already left a divine thought on her body?
After passing through another populated area, Ding Yan finally sensed the location of the beautiful woman in palace attire.
The capital of Chu State, this is a magnificent stone city, with an excellent geographical location, easy to defend and difficult to attack.
After entering the city, Ding Yan gathered his breath and discovered in his perception that there was a one-tribulation scattered immortal with the same cultivation as him in the deep palace of Chu State. A beautifully dressed woman was standing beside that one-tribulation scattered immortal.
"It's always necessary to eliminate these hidden dangers for Shimei..." Ding said quietly.
Along the street, towards the palace.
The closer they got to the imperial palace, the fewer people there were around them, and the more imperial guards there were. With a slight movement of his mind, Xianyuan transformed into a strand of energy that hid himself away. To ordinary people's eyes, he seemed to have vanished into thin air.
This method seems ingenious, but it's actually just a simple application of Xianyuan.
After becoming a Xian, Ding Yan tried to use his Xian Yuan to display the techniques in his memory one by one, and achieved many unexpected effects. This inferior technique, Concealment Technique, was one of them.
Deep into the palace, as if entering an uninhabited land.
The cultivation of a scattered immortal is enough to look down on the entire mortal world.
With a flash of movement, Ding Yan's figure appeared in the Golden Hall, standing above and looking down at those ordinary people below.
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