ing this because of Old Wang taking care of San’er!”Qin Mu, holding an oil lamp, pushed open the door. "I dreamed that my third son came back again. I must go out and see, to open the door for him."Qi...The sun is blazing high in the sky.
A ray of light pierced the sky, as if chasing after the sunrise.
'Bang!'
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A crisp shattering sound came from the palm of her hand.
Qin Sang lowered his head and saw that the top-grade spirit stone in his hand had shattered, its spiritual energy depleted.
He threw away the gravel, took out a bottle of elixir, and was about to swallow it when suddenly he felt a surge of true energy within his body. His complexion changed slightly, and he hurriedly smoothed the fluctuations of true energy.
This means that the impurities in his true essence have reached a certain critical point.
"It's time to take the San Guang Yuye..."
Qin Sang muttered to himself and took out a jade bottle.
One shouldn't wait until impurities accumulate to the point where they affect the stability of true essence. In the meantime, take three-light jade liquid and use it as an opportunity to refine and alleviate some of the impurities. Doing so will allow for a longer period of persistence.
The spiritual liquid entered his abdomen, and the abundant and pure spiritual energy instantly filled his qi sea. The remaining vast medicinal power accumulated within his body.
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Qin Sang's spirits lifted, and most of his fatigue dissipated.
Time flies.
Dusk, moonlit night.
Since being afflicted by the curse of fire, Qin Sang has been on the run for almost two days.
Two days of sleepless nights.
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Qin Sang flew without stopping, while Bai continuously tried various methods to seal or break the fire curse. At the same time, he had to maintain the net of demonic fire to prevent any fluctuations from leaking and being discovered by Old Mo.
Both of them were very tired, having expended the same amount of energy.
Just then, Qin Sang suddenly groaned, his face paling.
His figure flickered violently, staggering, his escape light plummeting sharply. Then there was another surge, tossing wildly on the surface of the sea, almost unable to maintain balance, plunging headlong into the water.
Bai was startled and looked up.
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Noticing Bai's gaze, Qin Sang shook his head, indicating he was fine, but then delivered some bad news.
"The soul of the sword is broken."
Qin Sang stared intently in the direction where the avatar fled.
The sword soul shattered, indicating that the avatar had been caught up to by Old Devil Mo and self-destructed.
Qin Sang had a splitting headache. The Sword Soul was equivalent to his split soul. When the Sword Soul exploded, he was also implicated. His primordial spirit felt like it was being pierced by needles. Qin Sang had long prepared spiritual pills that could nourish the primordial spirit and immediately took one, his complexion improved somewhat.
“I've been caught up to by the old demon Mo, faster than I expected...”
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Bai's voice turned grave, his words halted mid-sentence as his face contorted. With a furious roar, he hurled a series of talismans towards Qin Sang.
At the same time, Qin Sang also noticed something was amiss.
The fire curse struck again.
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This time, the fire curse was far more violent than before. Countless runes appeared from within his body, a sea of blue engulfing Qin Sang as if he were enveloped in blue flames.
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At the same time, the Hellfire Net also appeared, but before the white seal could be completed, the fire spell suddenly erupted with a powerful surge.
'Bang!'
The surge of the fire spell broke through the net of demonic flames.
Qin Sang's heart suddenly sank.
Another body of water.
The figure of Lao Mo emerged from a sea of blood mist, his expression as dark and gloomy as the abyss.
The blood mist was sealed in the void, like a large piece of bloody amber, suspended over the sea.
It was formed after the self-destruction of its incarnation.
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As Old Demon Mou approached the avatar's location after it nearly achieved its transformation, he sensed something was amiss. He hurried over but still arrived too late. For when the avatar saw him approaching, it proactively self-destructed. By the time Old Demon Mou arrived, all that remained was this patch of blood mist that hadn't completely dissipated yet.
The physical body and primordial spirit were utterly destroyed.
Mò Lǎo Mó's divine sense searched countless times within the blood mist, but failed to find even a wisp of remnant soul, let alone the treasure he truly sought.
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But all signs point to the fact that this self-destructed individual was not right in the head. The residual blast power left behind is pitifully small.
Mou Lao's crafty old eyes immediately saw through it. The prey was likely far more cunning than he had imagined.
He, like any other time, once again activated the fire spell, but he felt nothing.
Mo Lao Mo's eyes sank, and he suddenly threw the cold flame upward. Then, his fingers moved like wheels, completing a complex incantation, and channeled all of his divine sense into the Wintery Cold Flame.
At the same time, Lao Mo's face turned pale as he spat out a mouthful of blood and disappeared along with it.
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"Whew!"
The cold flames flared.
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In an instant, a pillar of fire shot up from the cold flame. The pillar was composed entirely of fire spells, which were incredibly solid and emitted powerful waves.
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Master Mu's eyes narrowed slightly, sensing carefully for a moment. Then he opened his eyes abruptly, turned around with a start, and looked toward the southeast, a ferocious expression on his face.
"I wanted to give you a quick and painless..."
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The taste of excessive joy leading to sorrow is not pleasant.
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Old Devil Mou had everything figured out, but he was unexpectedly tricked by his prey. Furious rage burned within him.
At the same time, he had many things he didn't understand.
This spell was an ancient secret art he unexpectedly obtained in the Qisha Hall. After refining it, he used it with the power of Winter's Gloom Flame, making it more powerful and with a wider range than the original version.
In the cultivation world of Canglang Sea, he had never heard of anyone who knew how to cast spells.
A mere nascent stage cultivator not only understood the effects of the spell and immediately chose to flee, but also managed to shield his magical fluctuations, misleading the other party's judgment.
Besides, after chasing for so long, even a powerful figure like Old Demon Mu felt somewhat strained. His true essence was heavily consumed, and he had already started using spirit stones and pills to recover it.
The prey was surprisingly still alive and kicking.
Moulǎo mó's heart was filled with a touch of curiosity towards this prey.
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If one can achieve this during the nascent stage, if allowed to grow, perhaps another legend could be added to the immortal world.
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"It's a pity... it's a pity..."
Moulo smiled cruelly, and with a sinister gleam in his eye, he unleashed some unknown secret technique. He transformed into a bloody shadow that shot through the air, his speed increasing exponentially.
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After the magic net was broken, Bai tried several times again, but all failed.
“I'm getting somewhere, give me some more time and I should be able to seal the fire curse!”
After a moment's hesitation, Bai continued, "But this seal is only temporary."
"What do you mean, Daoist friend"
Qin Sang hurriedly asked.
"Lately, I've had a vague idea that might be worth a try. Using my soul power to merge with the demon fire seal and cast a joint seal together. However, once the seal is complete, it has to be maintained by my full effort. If my soul power runs out, the seal won't last."
Bai sighed.
Qin Sang understood Bai's meaning. The duration of the seal was limited, and the time Bai had fought for was not enough for Qin Sang to reach the storm zone.
Just then, the Hun Yuan Tong Xin ring on his wrist suddenly vibrated.
Qin Sang's heart moved, and he lowered his head to take a look. He released the two-headed hound.
“Roar…”
The two-headed hellhound growled a few times at Qin Sang.
Qin Sang was astonished, "You're willing to be bait, lure away Old Demon Mou, but you want me to untie your restraints and give you a Blood Domination Fruit"
The two-headed hellhound twitched its ears, its vertical pupils locking onto Qin Sang's gaze before giving a slight nod.
This is a test.
Through their daily interactions, Qin Sang understood the arrogant nature of the two-headed hellhound very well.
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It was desperate to break free from the control of the Hun Yuan Tong Xin Huan, yearning for freedom. Even the allure of the Hegemonic Blood Fruit couldn't tempt it, and it even gave up on breaking through to the later stage of the Yao Dan for this purpose.
Unexpectedly, the two-headed hound offered to be bait.
"This is Canglang Sea, the world of cultivators. Have you thought this through"
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Qin Sang said in a low voice.r Saints valiantly fought the flood of chaos, drove back the Wuzhu clan, and saved humankind from peril. Afterward, they led the human race on a counteroffensive, forcing the Wuzhu to retreat to the c...