Chapter 851 - 676: All Methods Unleashed
The battle between Tier Four Cultivators!
Nascent Soul True Monarch against a Divine Power Realm Body Refining Master!
On the Thousand Mountain Peak of the Danxia Sect, everyone raised their heads to look towards the sky.
High above, the clouds churned and surged, occasionally emitting strange blue and red glows, accompanied by deep rumbling thunder.
Even separated by thousands of feet, the intense spiritual power fluctuation still made the cultivators below feel a throbbing heartache.
Though its form was unseen, its sound could be heard, its might felt.
Before long, fine ice crystals began to fall from the sky.
These ice crystals were not ordinary snowflakes; each was crystal clear.
More intriguingly, within the ice crystal, a small cluster of Cyan Yang Spirit Fire was sealed!
"It’s the Cyan Yang Spirit Fire!"
"These ice crystals contain pure ice spiritual power!"
The disciples of the Danxia Sect were first stunned.
Soon after, many faces lit up with joy, and they flew up, using various techniques to compete for and collect them.
Whether it was the rare ice spiritual power crystals or the sealed fragments of Cyan Yang Spirit Fire, they were valuable treasures to them.
For a while, spiritual light flickered in the air, and shadows moved through it.
Outside the cave mansion of Thousand Machines Peak.
Li Ruyi sat cross-legged, her eyes slightly closed.
She was focusing on calming her mind, stabilizing the newly fused flesh body and soul body.
Her face was calm, her breathing steady.
However, the hand she placed on her knee, her fingertips trembled slightly.
Every violent sound from the sky felt like a beating on her heart.
She was nervous.
Shen Xuan was battling the Nascent Soul True Monarch high above the skies for her sake.
Yet, this kind of nervousness, she had no one to confide in.
Across from her, True Master Zhi Yang, Ming Jing True Master, and other True Masters of the Danxia Sect, looked equally serious, occasionally glancing towards the sky where the intense battle waves came from, their faces full of worry.
It’s not a fierce dragon that doesn’t cross the river.
True Master Profound Ice of the Cyan Cloud Sect dared to accept the challenge from True Monarch Cyan Yang, how could he have no backing?
Besides, they had just witnessed the overwhelming might when he transformed into the Profound Ice Divine Dragon.
True Master Zhi Yang, at Golden Core Perfection, couldn’t withstand a single move.
If not for the opponent’s mercy, he would have perished in just a few breaths.
Such means were unheard of to them.
The eyes of True Master Zhi Yang and others often involuntarily glanced over at the sitting Li Ruyi, their expressions complex.
This former sect renegade not only changed cultivation paths to the Netherworld Dao, returning to life through a borrowed body, but also forged connections with such a formidable individual.
No wonder she dared to return to the Danxia Sect alone to reclaim her flesh body.
Anger was natural, yet beneath that anger, there was a faint, unwillingly admitted sense of envy.
After all, the Cultivation Realm values profit above all else.
To have such a powerful, close friend, capable of entrusting life and death, fighting a Nascent Soul True Monarch on your behalf, who would not envy?
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Ten thousand feet high, the gale was like a knife.
The Profound Ice Divine Dragon, into which Shen Xuan had transformed, coiled in the void, its dragon eyes deep, reflecting the endlessly burning Cyan Yang Spirit Fire ahead.
The clash just now between Taichu True Water and Cyan Yang Spirit Fire seemed a draw, neither side able to prevail.
Yet, a subtle heaviness settled in Shen Xuan’s heart.
The potency of this Cyan Yang Spirit Fire was even more troublesome than he expected.
Heavenly anomalous fires, truly live up to their name.
At their level, there was no need for probing.
Every move involved the power to burn mountains and boil seas.
Shen Xuan did not confront move with move but initiated first.
"Friend Cyan Yang, it is impolite not to reciprocate."
The Profound Ice Divine Dragon spoke with human words, its voice icy.
"I, Shen, began my move."
As soon as the words fell.
In the profound dragon eyes of the Profound Ice Divine Dragon, a chilling gleam abruptly emerged, and substantial killing intent surged like a tide, instantly enveloping a hundred feet.
At the same time, the blood and energy within the Profound Ice Divine Dragon thundered, sounding like the faint roar of rushing rivers.
[Dragon Blood Boiling], pushed to the extreme.
"Whatever the means, feel free to use them."
"This old frame of mine can still take it."
True Monarch Cyan Yang said lightly.
The fire control flag before him flapped fiercely, the flame talismans on its surface glowing like constellations, and Cyan Yang Spirit Fire rose with it, its temperature restrained, slightly distorting the surrounding space.
"See the rod!"
The Profound Ice Divine Dragon no longer spoke, its dragon claw grasping, and the Exotic Cold Iron Rod inscribed with complex dao patterns appeared out of thin air.
In the next moment, arcs of lightning burst from the dragon’s body, crackling!
Thunder Escape Technique!
The enormous dragon body vanished instantly, leaving only a lingering arc of thunder.
Almost simultaneously, above True Monarch Cyan Yang’s head, the space slightly rippled.
The figure of the Profound Ice Divine Dragon suddenly appeared, grasping vantage high above, the Exotic Cold Iron Rod with the force of ten thousand weights and the power of wind and thunder smashed down fiercely!
Even before the rod’s shadow fell, the violent pressure collapsed the azure sea of fire below, forcing it to cave in all directions.
True Monarch Cyan Yang’s pupils contracted, reacting as quickly as lightning.
He swiftly waved the fire control flag upwards.
"Roar!"
In the roar, the raging Cyan Yang Spirit Fire instantly condensed into a towering flame giant tens of feet high, its features indistinct, yet exuding an intense aura capable of incinerating all directions.
The flame giant angrily roared to the sky, its enormous hands, entirely formed of cyan flame, neither dodging nor evading, reached directly for the dark gold rod shadow smashing down!
"Boom!"
Amid the deafening sound, the Exotic Cold Iron Rod, with unstoppable force, pierced through the flame giant’s hands, then tore through its chest,
blue fire streams splashed in all directions like fireworks.
The momentum of the Exotic Cold Iron Rod slightly reduced, relentlessly plunged straight towards True Monarch Cyan Yang’s body behind the flame giant.
What shocked True Monarch Cyan Yang was that the immense body of the Profound Ice Divine Dragon, upon passing through the disintegrating flame giant, seemed unfazed.
The glistening dragon scales shimmered with a cool light in the cyan flame, without leaving a single scorch mark.
"Fire Spirit Dao Body!"
A flash of surprise passed through True Monarch Cyan Yang’s eyes.