?Chapter 1013: Volume 6 Spirit Treasures Chapter 1009 Shadow Soul Condensation Chapter 1013: Volume 6 Spirit Treasures Chapter 1009 Shadow Soul Condensation Han Li was not surprised by this.
Coming to such a remote place and having such gains was already quite fortunate.
Half a day later, when Han Li finished searching the last building and returned to the front of the Spirit Casting Hall stele pavilion, he hesitated as he looked at the hazy layer of light screen before him.
There was still time, and he totally had the opportunity to explore several other places, but doing so seemed to carry some risks.
Who knew if other cultivators had finished searching other places and moved on as well?
If it were people like the wealthy elders, it would not matter, Han Li would not be daunted by figures such as Qian the devil or the Poison Holy Gate disciples.
However, if he encountered cultivators from the first group who entered this mountain, it would be quite troublesome.
There was a high chance they would attack him immediately.
But if Han Li were to just stay here and wait until the crack reopens a few days later, he felt somewhat reluctant.
Upon further thought, Han Li laughed wryly.
Even if he hid here and didn’t leave, if someone finished searching other places, wouldn’t they eventually come to the Spirit Casting Hall?
Moreover, after such a long time, Qian the devil and the others likely met the first group of cultivators at some critical locations in Kunwu Mountain and might have even started fighting.
In that case, it might be better to take advantage of others being preoccupied to search a few more places, possibly even taking advantage of the chaos.
After all, in this small Spirit Casting Hall, he had found the True Fire of Taiyin, so other places might also have some gains.
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Moreover, with his current divine skills, even if he were surrounded and attacked by several late Nascent Soul cultivators at the same time, even if he couldn’t win, he was confident he could escape.
After weighing the matter in his mind, Han Li did not hesitate any longer.
He took out the Three Flame Fan, and with a flash of tricolored flames, he easily broke through the light screen in front of him and headed directly down the mountain.
Almost simultaneously, in a hall under Kunwu Mountain shining with faint blue light, the Vivid Glass Beast, ancient devil, and an early Nascent Soul Yie Clan cultivator were surrounded by seven or eight red-haired, naked devils.
These devils had green faces, sharp teeth, and exhaled ghostly aura.
As they moved their ten fingers, shadows of black claws slashed ruthlessly down at the three people.
Trapped amid swirling grey ghostly auras, the Vivid Glass Beast and others used defensive magic treasures to set up several colored layers of light shields.
No matter how fierce the ghostly aura or how sharp the claws were, they couldn’t shake them in the slightest.
However, on the other hand, the yellow flying sword wielded by the eccentric and the black small sword and a White Jade Ruler driven by another Elder of the Yie Clan, although shining brightly, were equally unable to harm the devils.
Whether the flying swords beheaded the devils into two halves or the ruler smashed the heads into smithereens, as long as other devils sprayed ghostly aura from their mouths simultaneously, the slain devils would instantly recover and vigorously pounce back with undying bodies.
At that moment, the Ye Clan elder rubbed his hands together, then tossed them up, sending a string of fiery red fireballs into one devil’s body, blasting it completely.
But with the nearby concentration of ghostly aura, the devil quickly reappeared and viciously lunged towards the light shields again.
“Seventh Uncle, Senior Han, we can’t keep going like this.
These devils have been nourished by the ghostly aura of this place for countless millennia and have clearly cultivated to the realm of Shadow Soul Condensation.
Ordinary spells and Daoist paper talismans simply can’t kill them.
Only Yang-type treasures and Cultivation Techniques can be effective,” the Ye Clan elder anxiously said.
“Hmph, if it were that simple, I would have acted already.
These devils are not just cultivated into Shadow Soul Condensation; they are essentially just the avatars of the same ghost king.
Unless we can kill all the devils simultaneously, they will immediately revive in the ghostly aura.
I haven’t used my thunderous attack yet because I am still looking for its true form,” the Vivid Glass Beast retorted coldly and irritably.
“All avatars?” The elder was startled.
“Indeed, otherwise even the devils that have cultivated Shadow Soul Condensation being repeatedly killed by us so many times would have been greatly weakened.
But look at them, not showing any signs of fatigue.
It seems this ghost king intends to exhaust us to death, then finish us off,” the ancient devil said calmly and with a gesture, his black small sword pierced through another devil.
“So that’s how it is.
It’s a pity 15th brother got hit by the Black Shadow Snake’s shadowy sand spray at the upper level, only his Nascent Soul escaped; otherwise, his Yang-type divine skills would have been most suitable to deal with these devils,” the elder glanced around at the grey mist everywhere, his expression changing slightly.
“There was nothing we could do about it.
Who would have thought there really was a demon snake that could burrow into shadows and suddenly burst out from a nephew’s own shadow to launch a sneak attack, I couldn’t even assist in time.
Moreover, the snake’s poison was so fierce, in just a moment, the nephew’s flesh completely necrotized,” the Vivid Glass Beast sighed.
“I’m not blaming you, Seventh Uncle.
It’s just that this Demon Suppression Tower is truly bizarre.
Not only is it built upside down with the entrance on top and the spire pointing downwards, but each level is also harder than the last with increasingly difficult demons to deal with.
We’ve spent so much time and only just barely made it through the seventh level.
Senior Han said that this tower should be nine levels, it’s hard to imagine what kind of demons will appear in the next two levels.
Do we really want to continue?” the elder hesitated.
“Hmph, so you’re scared just after facing some danger.
The more formidable the entities suppressed below, the greater the chance that spirit treasures will appear in the lower two levels.
After all, only the demons dreaded by ancient cultivators would possibly require spirit treasures to suppress them.
Do you want our Ye Clan’s plans over the centuries to fall through?” The eccentric’s voice turned cold, and he scolded without any niceties.
“Seventh Uncle was right in scolding me; I was indeed too timid,” the elder from the Ye Clan said, only able to muster his Daoist paper talisman to fend off the attacking devil while he meekly agreed.
“I’ve found the ghost king,” declared the ancient devilish techniques master just then.
“What?
Where is its true form?” The elder, now invigorated, hurriedly asked.
Just as the ancient devilish techniques master’s gaze flickered with intent to answer, his expression suddenly shifted, and he let out a light yelp.
At that moment, there was a sudden dull thud from afar, followed by a flash of light at the entrance of the hall.
Suddenly, a huge green luminescent orb flew into the room, and after the light subsided, it revealed four figures of varying statures.
Upon seeing the chaotic ghostly aura and the trapped ancient devilish techniques figure within the hall, these four also cried out in surprise.
“Hua Tianqi!
Weren’t you reported dead long ago?
So it was the Ye Clan who broke the seal?”
The speaker was a Sect Master with green patterns on his face, none other than Hua Tianqi himself.
These four were, of course, the elders from the Poison Holy Gate.
At this moment, recognizing Seventh Uncle from the Ye Clan, Hua Tianqi’s expression shifted unpredictably.
The three in the hall, upon seeing these individuals from the Poison Holy Gate, also couldn’t manage to look any less disconcerted, especially since they were temporarily entangled with the devil.
“So it’s Daoist Hua.
I didn’t expect the Poison Holy Gate to be so swift in entering this mountain.
I wonder, what brings you all to the Demon Suppression Tower instead of hunting treasures elsewhere?” the eccentric spoke, his face clouding over briefly before he continued nonchalantly.
“Hehe!
We were about to ask the same of you.
It’s been centuries, and after your feigned death, you’ve managed to silently advance to the Deity Transformation stage.
If those from the righteous and demonic sects knew about this, they likely wouldn’t rest easy,” Hua Tianqi replied indifferently, his eyes observing the eccentric easily destroy a devil with his flying swords.
Yet internally, his thoughts raced like lightning, pondering over something.
“Senior Brother Hua, could these people also know about the treasure within this tower, and have deliberately come for it?” A voice from one of the Poison Holy Gate elders reached Hua Tianqi’s ears, subtly tinged with worry.
Back in the day, the founding master of the Poison Holy Gate had hinted in his last words about a rare treasure hidden somewhere inside the Demon Suppression Tower.
However, the specifics were unclear and remained a mystery.
Nevertheless, the elders of the Poison Holy Gate wouldn’t take it lightly and decided to head to the Demon Suppression Tower as their first stop.
Although they had encountered other cultivators who had reached earlier as they fought their way up the initial floors, they originally thought this fearsome site wouldn’t be highly regarded by others, and with their combined strength as four, they should be well-equipped to deal with those who had arrived first.
Yet, to their astonishment, a great cultivator Lei in the Deity Transformation stage awaited them on this level.
Were it not for Seventh Uncle and his group appearing entangled by a crowd of ghosts, Hua Tianqi would have undoubtedly turned and fled without a word.
A great cultivator Lei of the Deity Transformation stage, along with two early Nascent Soul cultivators, was far beyond what their quartet could handle.
“It’s unclear.
Perhaps they, like us, merely came upon bits of vague clues,” replied Hua Tianqi, his face serious, his lips barely moving, his eyes locked unwaveringly on the three eccentric figures.
“Looks like, Daoist Hua, you don’t plan to leave just yet,” the Vivid Glass Beast remarked, his eyes flashing fiercely.
Suddenly, he opened his mouth wide, and a streak of silver-pointed light vanished in a blink.
The next moment, a burst of silver light and a low roar exploded from a corner of the hall.
A gray, indistinct ghost figure then materialized there, its mouth spewing a thumb-sized black-gray bead to ward off a silver pitchfork, being pushed back step by step and making weird howling noises.
Before the Poison Holy Gate elders could react to this ghostly figure, the ancient techniques master silently moved his sleeve, and a pitch-black mirror appeared in his hand, swiftly swaying it around the ghost figures.
A dark murky light burst forth from the mirror, sweeping up all the devils involuntarily within the bizarre black cloud of light, where one by one, they shrieked and were torn apart in the light, as if the black cloud was as sharp as a mountain of blades.
However, even as the true form of the ghost king was entangled by the silver pitchfork, preventing the other evil spirits from being magically restored, they dispersed into dense, rolling masses of heavy ghostly aura in a fierce howl, engulfing the ancient techniques users tightly within it.
The ancient techniques master’s mirror emitted a formidable black cloud of light, yet it couldn’t break through instantly.
Hua Tianqi’s face finally shifted dramatically.