Chapter 83 You have to win once
"This formation was given by seniors, I want to see how you can break it." The male cultivator was full of momentum, and under the protection of the Nascent Soul-level spiritual plant, he resisted the difficult word ban The pressure flew straight upward. "Even if you can break this formation, there is still another method waiting for you. You will definitely lose this battle!"
As the male cultivator uttered these heroic words, the talisman that looked like black snow, for some unknown reason, trapped the vines formed by the Qiuhua Formation and unleashed its power.
Strangling!
It was as if the invisible blade was constantly rotating in the formation, smashing the winding golden vines into pieces, scattering them into endless golden light spots, flying and rotating in the formation. Even with the ability of the Qiuhua Formation to regenerate vines, it cannot keep up with the speed of strangulation.
In Rong Qing's eyes, the eight pieces of the formation disk that were put together quickly dimmed, and even all of them were swallowed into the talisman formation and chewed into pieces.
She didn't go to save it because the Qiuhua Formation had been completely trapped by the Talisman Formation. Even if she forcefully summoned it back, all she would get would be scraps.
The Qiuhua Formation obviously couldn't stop this strange talisman formation, or in other words, it was completely destroyed by it as soon as it came into contact with it.
Even the Qiuhua Formation can't stop it. Yu Rong, can you stop it?
This question also appeared in the minds of Fenghuang'er, Da Si Mingmo, and many Cangliuzhou monks who focused their attention here. The black talisman array opened the way in front, with Nascent Soul Spirit Plant as the guard. In these two breaths, the distance between the male cultivator and Rong Qing had been shortened to about two hundred feet.
Two hundred feet is enough for a Jindan monk!
The male cultivator's eyes were full of fighting spirit, "Senior ordered me to test your close combat skills. Huh, just testing is too much and a waste of these treasures. Knocking you out of the ring is my goal this time."
He looked at Rong Qing, his right hand holding it empty, and a dagger that appeared out of thin air was tightly squeezed. Under the strong force of his wrist, he shot toward Rong Qing like an arrow off the string. His speed was so fast that he arrived first and crossed the talisman formation in an instant and appeared in front of Rong Qing.
The power of this Lishou sword reached its maximum at this distance, and the spiritual power he poured into it was so majestic that it was incredible. The boy's mark on the palm of his left hand was blood red, and the temperature was so hot that his left hand was almost numb.
But the male cultivator didn't care about this, "She will die." This subconscious thought flashed past, because the speed of Lishou Sword was so fast that Rong Qing could not escape when she was defenseless and unable to protect herself. .
Rong Qing didn't know the flash of thought in the male cultivator's mind. As the distance between the male cultivator and her shortened, she also nervously calculated the distance in her heart. During hundreds of years of meditation and training in the Flowing Light Sword Sect, she knew best that the more nervous she was, the more she had to control it firmly under reason.
Four hundred feet.
Three hundred feet.
Two hundred feet!
Almost at the same time as the male cultivator threw the sword, Rong Qing raised her hand and pointed.
The world became quiet.
Rong Qing's fingers were almost in contact with the sword's edge, but no matter how sharp the sword's edge was, it could not make any further progress. Because five black lines suddenly appeared between her fingers.
Three horizontally and two vertically, intertwined with each other. Like a giant net, it catches all the birds that want to break through the confinement.
The true meaning of prohibition lies in "forbidden".
"It's not forbidden." This was the first time she used it since she had the enlightenment through chance encounter in the mirror.
It has not yet reached the level of mental restraint, so it consumes a lot of spiritual energy. In order to make the ban effect stronger, Rong Qing increased the intensity of spiritual consciousness to the height of the first floor.
Rong Qing did not look at the Lishou Sword, nor at the talisman array, or even at the male cultivator, but instead stared at the non-character taboo slowly unfolding between her fingers. It spread out and almost reached the edge of the ring before gradually disappearing. In the eyes of others, this scene is like the longitude and latitude lines on a chessboard, but in the eyes of Rong Qing who used the restraint, it is completely different.
"This sword, disperse." Regarding the dagger in front of her, Rong Qing knew that it seemed to be menacing, but it was the easiest thing to deal with at the moment.
Her fingertips touched the second horizontal black line. Directly wiped away the entire black line.
The dagger disappeared in the male cultivator's disbelieving eyes.
"puff--"
Rich blood spurted out from its mouth and turned into blood mist. The feeling of emptiness in his dantian reminded him all the time that his natal magic sword was not taken away, but completely gone!
The male cultivator was seriously injured in an instant.
His eyes were gray. It was a magical weapon equivalent to half of his body. Losing it meant that his future path was almost a death sentence.
However, this is not the end yet.
Rong Qing frowned and started the same erasing action on the vertical line on the left. Only this time, it encountered a lot of resistance.
Suppressing this area would only last for about three breaths, so Rong Qing sighed inwardly and made a quick decision. The spiritual power in the three main meridians of Puyu, Xiugong, and Beique suddenly circulated, driving her fingers to press down hard on the vertical line on the left.
The pressure was so great that the black talisman formation retreated ten feet downward. Its formation even faintly collapsed...
As the cultivators screamed, the next moment it collapsed into pieces. The black powder dispersed and disappeared.
"The next one is me." The male cultivator's face turned pale. Even though he was protected by a Nascent Soul-level spiritual plant, he couldn't feel any sense of security.
Rong Qing's face was expressionless, and she stretched out two fingers to hook the two black lines of Hengyi and Hengsan. With a tug and a loosen, the male cultivator and his spiritual plant were directly shaken out of the stagnant state. controlled area.
This force was so strong that it flew him out of the ring and hit the stands in the distance.
Not to mention the commotion in the stands, Rong Qing's face finally turned ugly as she watched the arena where she was standing rise again.
Inspector, this is really unethical...
Xiu Yuanke, the man in brocade robes in the box, swallowed his saliva as he watched everything that happened on the ring.
Looking back at Uncle Liu, "Is this really certain?"
"Yes." Uncle Liu didn't know what kind of heated discussion he heard, and then he opened his eyes and looked at Yuan Ke solemnly.
"Eh, eh?" Yuan Ke spent a lot of time with Uncle Liu, and suddenly he had a bad feeling. Teng De stood up and said, "Am I not the last one? Liu, Uncle Liu."
He retreated subconsciously, only to see Uncle Liu moving silently, occupying the best route for his escape.
"How come the monks under our seniors are so poor? This is the second one we have come up to. Oh, and now they are gone? Didn't my mother agree with them all? This is too disrespectful to my Yuan clan. "Yuan Ke was obviously anxious.
The more I tried to test him, the more I felt that the female cultivator was unfathomable. His idea is to reap the benefits and let the people below do the testing work. He doesn't want it anyway.
Too dangerous! !
Didn’t you see that the male cultivator’s natal magical weapons were all destroyed?
"That's exactly what the master of the house meant." Uncle Liu said directly, wrapping his spiritual power around Yuan Ke and about to take him out.
"Absolutely impossible! How could my mother, who dotes on me and loves me, force her own son to die?" Yuan Ke howled, "Uncle Liu, you can't trick me. I was the one you watched growing up. In my heart, you are like my biological father.”
Uncle Liu's old face twitched and sealed Yuan Ke's mouth tightly. This is all nonsense.
Under the suppression of Uncle Liu, a veteran Yuanying monk, Yuan Ke was taken out of the box with almost no resistance.
His eyes widened, but he realized that Uncle Liu did not cruelly throw him directly into the ring, but took him all the way out, even leaving the stands far behind.
Where is this going?
Soon, there will be an answer to this question. Familiar places, familiar people.
Seeing the beautiful middle-aged woman in gorgeous palace clothes, Yuan Ke immediately shouted, "Mom!" His son felt wronged.
As soon as he made a sound, he realized that Uncle Liu had untied the restraint on his mouth at some point. Just in time, he can use his usual tricks.
The handsome and well-behaved young man pursed his lips and looked at his mother pitifully.
Yuan Ke knew very well that children who cry can eat sweets, and the head of the Yuan family has always been helpless about his behavior. As long as he looks at his mother like this, he will be almost unstoppable.
Yuan Yao shook his head in amusement, raised his hand and poked Yuan Ke's forehead, "You, you haven't met three seniors yet. You are so old, don't be embarrassed."
Yuan Ke accepted it as soon as he was satisfied, patted the folds on his robe, and respectfully saluted the three monks behind the desk.
A monk who even Yuan Yao wants to address as "senior" is by no means ordinary. After getting permission, Yuan Ke dared to look up at these three seniors.
Two men and one woman. They are all in their twenties and thirties with young looks and reserved auras, but the occasional glint in their eyes makes people's hearts tremble.
"Young Master, there is no need to worry." One of the female seniors seemed to have no airs, and said with a smile, "Since I want you to compete in the ring, I won't treat you badly."
She took out an exquisite jade box and said, "Here, I will give this treasure to you, no matter what the outcome is."
"Here." Yuan Ke took the box flattered, and carefully opened the lid after the female senior said, "Open it and take a look."
There is no protection, just because this is a negotiated decision, there is no need for any protection from others robbing.
However, the things inside are indeed treasures.
A piece of plain white cloth was quietly stacked in the box.
Yuan Ke grasped the strip of cloth and unfolded it, but for some reason his hands trembled slightly.
One side of the cloth is plain white, but on the other side, there is a plant printed on it like a specimen, lifelike.
Yuan Ke took a breath and finally understood.
It's not lifelike, but this plant is alive and a spiritual plant!
There is no need to cultivate it bit by bit from the seed form, this is already an adult that has been cultivated. As long as he recognizes his master, he will be a powerful fighter who can immediately join in the fight.
And now, this treasure is his? !
Yuan Ke looked up in disbelief and met the smiling face of the female senior.
"Are you surprised, young master?" She chuckled, "It's just a way to resist the ban on words. There's more to come. Lao Li..."
The female senior looked at the yellow-robed male cultivator next to her and signaled that it was his turn.
The male cultivator in yellow robe coughed lightly and took out a jade bottle from his sleeve. The jade bottle is extremely transparent, and you can clearly see a pill swimming like a small fish inside.
"This elixir has the effect of concealing breath. Taking it immediately before entering the ring can prevent her from using the Qi Machine Locking Technique."
Yuan Ke took it respectfully, feeling that it was as heavy as a stone. The value of such an elixir would shock even a direct descendant of the family.
The male cultivator wearing linen, in silence, raised his hand and threw a black box in front of Yuan Ke. The black box floated quietly in front of it.
Yuan Ke opened the box and found a puppet with no carved facial features lying in the silk cloth. I don't think it's weird at all. Apart from the fact that the wood is extraordinary, the carving craftsmanship is average.
But what the seniors brought out must be treasures. Yuan Ke didn’t dare to underestimate him.
"Brother Tian gave you this treasure, you don't need to know the specific use, just use the essence and blood to identify the owner." The female senior knew the male cultivator's taciturn temperament and explained it directly for him.
Yuan Ke had nothing to say except that he kept saying yes.
"The last thing." Yuan Yao's eyes were complicated, his palms were raised upward, and a long bow slowly emerged.
This is! !
It was impossible for Yuan Ke not to recognize him, he exclaimed: "Demon Breaking Bow!"
He looked at his mother, the head of the household, in disbelief. Is this battle really so important, requiring so many methods, just to prevent the female cultivator from getting a spot?
Yuan Ke would not narcissistically think that all the preparations behind this were only for him. He doesn't have that much face, and the Yuan clan... doesn't have that much face either. He was chosen simply because he had suitable spiritual roots and was a direct descendant of the Yuan clan.
The origin of this demon-breaking bow can be traced back to an extremely long time. The word "demon" has disappeared in this world for too long. It is only when I call out the name of this bow today that I lament with some regret that the long river of time will never stop and wash away all traces.
The Demon-Breaking Bow is the treasure of the Yuan clan and can only be used by those with the Yuan clan's bloodline. Even Yuan Ke had never seen this bow with his own eyes before today, he had only seen the map.
"This bow has no arrows. When the time comes, you only need to draw the bow to its full capacity and then let go."
"Is it okay not to aim? No, that's not right, grandma, I'm just a golden elixir." Yuan Ke really wanted his mother to wake up, "I can't reach the full limit with my cultivation."
The Demon-Breaking Bow is the pride of the Yuan clan, and Yuan Ke grew up hearing about the glorious achievements of the Demon-Breaking Bow. With a mere golden elixir cultivation level, he was not qualified to control the Demon-Breaking Bow.
"Just take it." Yuan Yao glared at him. "This bow is enough with your golden elixir cultivation. You can pour all your spiritual power into it to draw it to full capacity. There is no need to aim. The female cultivator will never be able to escape from the arrow energy generated after the Demon-Breaking Bow is opened."
After Yuan Ke took the Demon-Breaking Bow, his hands couldn't stop shaking. The rumored longbow with endless power to break the heavens and slay demons was in his hands. It's like a dream.
This bow, the bow body and the bowstring are all pure black. But if you look closely, you can find dense dark patterns spreading on the bow, making it appear mysterious and elegant.
It's weighty, but not overwhelmingly heavy. Especially now that there was no murderous intent in his hands, Yuan Ke really couldn't imagine what it would look like after firing the bow. Can he really shoot a bow...
Yuan Ke forced himself to suppress the chaotic thoughts in his mind. What he wants to do seems to be planned by the seniors and grandma, but it is actually quite simple?
First identify the spirit plant and the puppet as their master, take the elixir before entering the ring, use all your spiritual power to fire the bow after entering the ring, and the battle is over...
"Then the female cultivator is dead." He murmured, how could he still be alive in this situation? "The forces behind her will not give up."
With the strength shown by that female cultivator, she is definitely the direct descendant of the direct lineage. It does not rely on the stacking of external forces, but relies entirely on one's own perception and practice to have such a powerful combat power.
Yuan Ke was just watching the battle, a little convinced, and even scared... He completely forgot about his boastful words like "beat her to death, and the wheel battle will consume her to death".
I heard Yuan Ke muttering to himself. Not only Yuan Yao, but also the three monks behind the case silently focused their eyes on him, like a death stare.
"This is the fourth time that monks from other continents have been allowed to participate in the Open Heaven." The female senior looked at Yuan Ke with an affectionate look on her face, "No matter what, every monk from Cangliu Continent must win once."
Although the female senior's tone was gentle, Yuan Ke deeply felt the threat contained in it, and his body trembled.
"K, we must go all out in this battle and live up to the glory of Cangliu Continent." He gritted his teeth.
(End of chapter)