CHAPTER 367: CHAPTER 362: NASCENT SOUL SELF-DETONATION

The silver-white void battlefield stretched endlessly, vast and boundless, filled everywhere with the power of rules, hills undulating like silver veins extending into the distance.

Three strands of Nascent Soul aura collided here, roaring thunderously, mana surging to the sky, with a blood-colored river flowing on the land, the demonic qi chilling.

Clearly, under the suppression of the void battlefield, the Blood River Elder directly fell into a disadvantage, being jointly attacked by two Nascent Soul level opponents, retreating step by step.

"Li Quanqing, young friend, this time my Blood River Sect concedes. Let us both retreat and swear a Heavenly Dao vow, never to invade each other in the future?"

The blood water surged, transforming into a humanoid figure, and after the demonic light dissipated, the face was unexpectedly youthful and handsome.

The Blood River Elder appeared excessively young, looking barely over twenty, with a tall stance, handsome features, and a strange aura.

It was evident that this old demon was truly desperate, with his formidable mana being suppressed, falling into disadvantage.

Although the Blood River Sect is an ancient demon sect, its scripture inheritance was not particularly strong in lethality, more renowned for its powerful survivability, known as undying and undying.

"Screech!!"

The Ice Phoenix Puppet let out a cry, soul fire blazing in its skull, tattered feathers draping over its skeleton, spewing Xuanming True Qi from its mouth like an ice-blue Immortal Sword slashing down.

Li Quanqing answered with action, layers of Xuanming Ice spreading, directly freezing large parts of the Blood River into ice, shattering the demonic qi into nothingness.

"Is this... Xuanming Power! Damn, is your ancestry from the Northern Domain Xuanming Dao Palace? No... You are the inheritance left by the Heavenly River Dao!"

The Blood River Elder, who had lived for a long time, had vast knowledge and knew much about ancient secrets.

The Northern Cold Domain, where the Xuanming Dao mastered one of the seven great True Waters, the Xuanming True Water, had deep ties with the Heavenly River Dao, a top-tier Divinity Transformation force in the world.

Most importantly, the Xuanming True Intent naturally restrained the Blood River inheritance, with the Ice Qi freezing everything, making it difficult for even the shadowless and invisible Blood God Son to escape.

"Fellow Daoist, do you truly want to see the destruction of both sides?"

A large area of blood water turned into powder, and the area shrouded by demonic qi shrunk continuously.

The Blood River Elder’s emotions, on the contrary, calmed down, a sinister gleam flickering in his blood-red eyes.

An old demon in such a calm demeanor became even more dangerous, like a snake in hiding revealing its fangs, ready to deliver a fatal strike at any moment.

"Since you’ve come to invade, prepare to fall."

Li Quanqing’s body was hidden within the Whale Emperor Sacred Armor, his mana permeating the surroundings, overwhelmingly powerful.

Even so, he remained vigilant, always ready to take out the Life Burning Pill, avoiding giving the opponent a chance for mutual destruction.

A hundred years of life, though long, he was willing to burn, confident in becoming a top human cultivator within six decades.

"Well said, in a life-and-death battle, the elder accepts the gamble and the defeat."

"Let’s see if you, young one, have the skill!"

The Blood River Elder laughed heartily, at this moment, exuding an open and upright aura, truly revealing the character of a Nascent Soul True Monarch.

"Blood Transformation Demon Sand, the extinction of all spirits!"

Drip! Drip!

The Blood River Elder’s skin cracked open, beads of crimson blood rolling down, instantly covering him like he was a man of blood.

Strangely, these blood beads congealed and did not scatter, deepening in color, finally transforming into grains of demon sand, etched with evil patterns, permeated with a pungent blood scent.

This was indeed the Blood River Elder’s lifebound demon treasure, cultivated for hundreds of years, containing unimaginable power.

The Blood Transformation Demon Sand covered the sky and the sun, emitting a whistling wind, in violent rotation, sharper than even a magical treasure flying sword, enough to gouge layers of flesh from living beings.

"Its power is quite decent."

Li Quanqing’s eyes were calm, for he had too many powerful spiritual treasures at hand.

To him, these Blood Transformation Demon Sands seemed only average, nothing too astonishing.

In reality, many cultivators exhausted all their potential upon breaking through to the Nascent Soul Realm.

Many spent their entire lives, consuming millennia, ultimately only remaining at the early stage of the Nascent Soul with no further progress.

Like the Blood River Elder, who through demon secret techniques, devoured his disciples, finally breaking through to the Nascent Soul Middle Stage, could even be considered a standout.

"Demon Sand Blood Slaves, rise!"

The Blood River Elder’s hands rapidly formed seals, his divine skills changing, seeing grains of demon sand travel through the Blood Sea, unexpectedly combining with the blood water, transforming into blood-red demonic shadows clad in armor.

Each Blood Shadow Demon Slave possessed combat power on par with Golden Core cultivators, densely packed, coupled with the power of the demon sand, their might was unimaginable.

Boom!!

The Blood Sea roared, hundreds of Golden Core Blood Slaves soared into the sky together, with imposing momentum like raindrops sweeping the heavenly vault, causing Nascent Souls to change color.

"Truly worthy of an old demon of many years, indeed having deep foundations, is now showing true strength and preparing for a desperate fight?"

Seeing hundreds of Golden Core cultivators strike simultaneously, even Li Quanqing was momentarily lost, such a scene was too shocking.

Rumble!

His Nascent Soul-level mana infused, accompanied by a tumultuous dragon roar, the pitch-black Demon Dragon instantly grew enormous, its body rumbling as it passed over.

The Demon Spear flourished, transforming into a Nascent Soul Flood Dragon, its entire body scale armor clinking, its massive claws whistling past, instantly crushing several Demon Sand Blood Slaves back into a pool of blood water.

This was a contest between Fourth Rank Spiritual Treasures, their mana similar, ultimately competing on their respective foundations.

"This demon treasure, somewhat familiar, why does it resemble the Demon Spear of the Yellow Springs Sect..."

The Blood River Elder’s face slightly changed, seemingly having some understanding of why Yao Chen would target this small Golden Core Family, unexpectedly involving the hidden Yellow Springs Demon Sect.

The two Nascent Soul demon treasures collided, blood shadows filled the sky, demon dragons roared, and ultimately it was the Demon Dragon Spear that gained the upper hand, its body indestructible.

"Explode!!"

The Blood River Elder was ruthless, with a sleeve fall, he operated the Blood Transformation Demon Sand to violently tremble, ultimately exploding with a bang, stirring up a towering mana fluctuation.

Such powerful might was comparable to a Golden Core self-destruct!

Li Quanqing made a hand gesture, the demon dragon’s body coiling and circling, protecting him and the Ice Phoenix within, bearing the dreadful storm.

Hundreds of Blood Slaves self-destructed together, along with the contained Blood Transformation Demon Sand, also shattered at this moment, turning into a storm of blood-colored mana that swept, enough to sever mountains waist-deep.

The Blood River Elder was truly ruthless, willing to abandon the lifebound spiritual treasure he had cultivated for hundreds of years, like a myriad of stars exploding in the sky.

Unfortunately, the demon dragon’s body was tough, mingled with the dragon scales of a Divinity Transformation Flood Dragon, even if its scale armor shattered, it could regenerate with demonic qi.

As the endless red light scattered, an ebony glow burst forth, revealing the form of the Demon Dragon Spear’s spirit, intact.

"Truly a formidable young one, the elder lost."

The Blood River Elder stood alone on the ground, the blood sea around him depleted, appearing desolate and forlorn.

The glaring red light burst forth, that was the last Nascent Soul level sand mother, large as a head, rising slowly from his back like a scarlet sun.

"If the Blood River does not perish, then perish together!"

In an instant, the Blood Transformation Sand Mother suddenly exploded, along with the Blood River Elder’s entire body of mana, transforming into the most blazing light.

An earth-shattering force spread madly outward from the explosion point.

The blood light swept across as if to engulf everything around it, emitting a low and terrifying roar, like a roar from the Nine Nether Blood Sea!