Chapter 423 - 311: Golden Bone Origin Fruit, Fellow Daoist, Spare My Life!
Chapter 423: Chapter 311: Golden Bone Origin Fruit, Fellow Daoist, Spare My Life!
Behind the nine sword lights, blue lightning emerged, and as the lights flowed, they resembled nine flickering bolts of lightning, appearing and disappearing unpredictably.
Moreover, the nine sword lights, like Mount Tai descending, gave rise to a boundless sensation of the vast earth, suppressing heaven and earth.
This was not merely a Sword Technique; it seemed to contain the Supreme Truth of Heaven-Earth, stirring profound Spiritual Light.
The Old Turtle sensed three Grand Arrays descending from the sky, attacking him.
The brilliant Spiritual Light and the sharp intent made his heart and spirit tremble indescribably.
And after these twenty-seven sword lights, there were six more like peerless assassins in the shadows, moving side to side. Each flicker brought a piercing pain between his brows.
"Water Cloud Celestial Waterfall, rise!!"
Without a second thought, he immediately shifted form, revealing his true body as a massive, hundred-zhang-high Profound Turtle with four black-armored legs, resembling a small mountain.
With the appearance of his true body, the Water Vein Spiritual Mechanism within a thousand-mile radius was once again drawn by him. Countless water lights gathered and surged up with a rumble, forming a heavy "water cloud waterfall" around him, cutting off everything.
Within this water cloud waterfall, there was nothing else but water light condensed to the extreme, vast and mighty. Any Technique touching it would be forcibly "washed away," disappearing without a trace.
A drop of water pierces stone, ten thousand waters break Technique.
The Old Turtle had cultivated for many years, not practicing other Techniques, but honing this Water Technique to near perfection.
Even though Gu Yuan’s sword light was incredibly powerful, he still had the confidence to withstand it.
Even if the Water Cloud Celestial Waterfall couldn’t block Gu Yuan’s sword light, it would be damaged in blocking, and with his physical strength, he could definitely resist it.
"Old Turtle, you’ve been too comfortable for too long; if you leave the Great Marsh, what will you do?"
But at this moment, behind the vast sword lights, sudden laughter erupted.
Then the Old Turtle’s vision blurred, and he found himself in a different world.
Demon clouds billowed, filth flowed everywhere, and ghostly shadows swirled. He didn’t even know when he was pulled into a place resembling the Demon Realm.
Here, he couldn’t even mobilize the Spiritual Qi of a hundred miles, let alone the thousand-mile Water Vein. All Spiritual Qi seemed to be polluted.
The mighty Water Cloud Celestial Waterfall around him dimmed rapidly.
Yet the sword lights in the sky were unaffected, and among the sounds of fire thunder, thirty-three sword lights flickered, cutting through all the water light, directly striking at his body.
Before the sword lights even reached him, the Old Turtle felt half of his shell burning and half scorched black, as if struck by thunderfire.
Furthermore, an indescribable pain surged through him, causing his heart and spirit to tremble with unprecedented fear.
"Fellow Daoist, spare me, I offer you a fortune!!"
The Old Turtle shouted in haste.
"Bang!"
But the sword lights in the sky didn’t stop at all, piercing through the turtle shell, stabbing into the Old Turtle’s flesh.
The unimaginable cold and pain came, and the Old Turtle felt like meat on a chopping block, doomed to be disemboweled by the sharp sword if he moved a bit.
Outside the rolling demon clouds, a scream suddenly echoed.
The Sloppy Daoist, having suffered damage to his heart and spirit due to the death of the Erosion Spirit Insect, was in a state of panic. When he saw the demon shadow covering the sky and Gu Yuan and the Old Turtle vanishing, he breathed a sigh of relief and turned his gaze to the Golden Bone Essence Life Tree.
But at this moment, he realized that at the instant of Gu Yuan’s disappearance, he pointed to the sky and summoned a bolt of thunder.
This thunder, in its gray, chaotic aura.
There was no accompanying wind or thunder, hardly noticeable.
But the terrifying power in a flash made his heart and spirit shudder and his scalp tingle.
Celestial Tribulation Power!
Might of Celestial Punishment!
His Mana surged out without reservation and poured into the Six Laws Decree Disc. From within the compass, a Spirit Pattern Dao Seal resembling the word "cut" erupted, transforming into a golden light, rushing to meet the thunder in the sky.
"Bang!"
But with just one encounter, the golden light extinguished, dispersing into nothingness.
Yet this strike bought the Sloppy Daoist a moment of respite.
He bit his tongue, spitting out a blood-colored insect shadow, which hovered above his head.
"Boom!"
The thunder fell with a crash, the blood-colored insect shadow vanished without a trace, and the Sloppy Daoist let out a scream.
But the thunder finally dissipated.
Before he could recover, the vast demon cloud in front of him faded away.
A Daoist with a green hairpin binding his hair, graceful and handsome, stood on a massive Qingxuan giant turtle, hands behind his back, looking at him calmly.
On the turtle’s back, thirty-three sword lights, like swords of destruction, were firmly embedded in the turtle shell.
"Fellow Daoist, spare me!"
"I offer you a fortune!"
The Sloppy Daoist’s face changed dramatically, immediately kowtowing for mercy.