Chapter 1339: Nine Nether Blood Qi Flower
Hoo——
The moment his palm touched Yang Yan, the entire black flame instantly engulfed him.
The fierce tongues of fire completely swallowed her in an instant, as if intending to burn him to ashes.
"Haha, meet your end!" the emaciated old man laughed maniacally with a ferocious expression, "This is what you get for offending the Thousand Feather Sect!"
However, before the black fire had burned out, Yang Yan’s body became increasingly transparent.
Finally, with a clear pop, his body shattered like a bubble and vanished as a stream of light.
The emaciated old man was shocked: "Substitution Technique!"
Witnessing this scene, he was stunned with terror.
He had never expected that Yang Yan could complete a swap in an instant.
Once again, Yang Yan’s trace vanished, leaving the emaciated old man exposed and roaring:
"Come out."
As he saw the mist gathering around again, his patience finally wore thin.
The True Qi surged from his body, causing the surrounding mist within a hundred-mile radius to recede like a tide.
However, after releasing his Spiritual Sense to search around, he still could not find any sign of Yang Yan.
But several slightly rusted weapons were inserted around the emaciated old man in a certain order.
The layout was undoubtedly an array, with the emaciated old man himself as the core.
A vague sense of danger crept up in the emaciated old man’s heart as an icy chill suddenly reached his neck, filling him with fear.
He reflexively turned his head and saw a pitch-black face, marked with bloodthirsty indifference.
"Are you looking for me?"
As Yang Yan spoke, a bronze dagger thrust toward the old man’s neck.
The emaciated old man knew something was wrong and hastily mobilized his Spiritual Power to protect his vital points while grabbing with both hands, pulling Yang Yan toward him with a Back Mountain Lean technique.
Putting his strength to its limits, simplifying his moves, he locked all of Yang Yan’s escape routes.
Yang Yan remained unperturbed, gripping the old man’s clothes tightly, and as he kicked his foot onto the old man’s shoulder.
Utilizing the recoil strength, Yang Yan flipped backward, cushioning the fall and landing steadily on the ground.
"Old dog, you’re finished."
Just as the emaciated old man was about to grab Yang Yan, he took a step, and a sword came silently from mid-air, striking toward the old man.
If it weren’t for his timely evasion, his head would have fallen.
Yet before he could regain his composure, another sharp sword flew at him.
To his horror, the emaciated old man realized that every step he took brought a sword attacking him.
Military Technique——Circulation Thousand Sword Array!
This was an array technique taught in the "Military Technique" that Yang Yan acquired.
The Circulation Thousand Sword Array required positioning different swords in a specific sequence, forming a sword array subtly aligned with the great principles of heaven and earth, grand and mighty in power.
Those stepping into this array were essentially stepping into the Ghost Gate.
Unless one could destroy all the swords at once, any slight movement would result in a sword strike, impossible to defend against.
Once the array was set, it could slay gods and demons!
"Bastard, have the guts to face me head-on!"
Faced with the relentless attacks, the emaciated old man initially managed to barely fend them off or dodge with his strong prowess, but being trapped within the array, the attacks were almost continuous, without any flaw.
Enduring under such pressure for nearly a quarter of an hour, the emaciated old man was already finding it incredibly taxing.
Unalert for even a moment, he was struck hard on his right cheek by a sword, bleeding profusely, looking extremely fearsome.
Yang Yan coldly laughed, disdainfully said, "No more playing, meet your death."
Before he finished speaking, with a casual wave of his hand, the Circulation Thousand Sword Array suddenly changed.
The myriad blades converged in an instant, forming a massive stream of swords.
Interwoven swords, countless complex divine technique runes circled the blades, dazzling and emanating a surging aura.
Bang!
With an explosion sounding like thunder, the Killing Array suddenly activated.
No—
The emaciated old man’s face changed drastically within the sword array, but unfortunately, before he could even exclaim, he was swept away by the torrent.
From an aerial view, the emaciated old man’s location appeared like a bullseye, suspended in the center of the array, floating like a rootless duckweed.
Flashes of sword light lit up one by one, furiously cleaving toward him.
In mere moments, he was already battered, barely able to stand.
"You’re merciless..."
As these three words fell, his eyes turned increasingly hollow, leaving only an expression of unwillingness, his entire body exploded, and his soul was torn apart along with it.
He never imagined that he would ultimately fall at the hands of someone whose realm was vastly inferior.
More terrifying, Yang Yan’s move not only tore his body but also corroded his soul.
For him, losing his body was already a significant loss, but having his Primordial Spirit extinguished meant being completely erased from this world...
Poo!
At a certain spot in the Sea of Mist, a hunched old man spat out blood.
He looked at the blood in his hand with some surprise.
He would only spew blood in one scenario, indicating that the emaciated old man was dead.
As the thought crossed his mind, a chill involuntarily rose within his body.
...
Yang Yan glanced at the corpse as he was about to leave but suddenly halted his steps.
In the next moment, a look of astonishment appeared in his eyes.
He surprisingly saw the blood flowing from the deceased emaciated old man being rapidly absorbed by several emerald-green tendrils.
Following the direction of the blood flow, a peculiar flower came into Yang Yan’s view.
Two emerald leaves cradled four bright red petals, intricately marked as if inscribed with mysterious runes, harboring strange powers.
These four petals were exquisite and transparent, like four pieces of blood jade.
"What is this..."
The voice of Nascent Void, though weak, abruptly yet shockingly echoed in Yang Yan’s mind.
Yang Yan quickly responded, "Nascent Void, you finally woke up. Will you fall into slumber again?"
After a brief silence, Nascent Void’s frail voice emerged, "I’m just temporarily awake, still need to sleep for a while. If you encounter danger or something unclear, just call me, and I’ll awaken."
Yang Yan heaved a sigh of relief and asked, "Do you recognize what this is?"
Nascent Void promptly replied, "This is the Nine Nether Blood Qi Flower. Even for a Divinity Transformation cultivator, it offers substantial benefits. It can enhance one’s vigor and qi, strengthen the meridians within the body, and increase absorption of True Qi."
"However, such Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures are always guarded by Exotic Beasts; if you wish to obtain it, you must be extremely cautious."
Upon hearing this, Yang Yan inwardly remained vigilant for possible impending danger, while cautiously approaching it step by step.
As he drew closer, he still did not sense any hint of danger.
Yet oddly, Yang Yan dared not let down his guard.
This Sea of Mist was inherently fraught with peril, and encountering such a fortunate thing now could hardly be so tranquil.
Surely some dreadful crisis was brewing in the shadows.
Sure enough!
Nascent Void suddenly cried out in terror:
"Watch out!"
The moment the voice resounded, Yang Yan immediately slipped into the Void.