CHAPTER 602: CHAPTER 280: THE NUO GOD GROWS UP AT HOME_3

The folded fan was very obedient, drawing an ancient arc in the air before falling back into his hand.

"Xuanzi’s folded fan?"

Yun Ziliang was momentarily surprised.

"The storyteller’s folded fan with four incense sticks, can it collide with the Fierce Sun of Saint Heir and Saintess?" Li Chengfeng was even more bewildered.

With his reminder, Yun Ziliang slapped his forehead, saying, "I understand now, the incense of Zhou Family descendants complements each other. Zhou Lingyi can borrow Xuanzi’s incense to reach the level of sitting at eight while looking at nine.

Similarly, Xuanzi can also borrow Zhou Lingyi’s incense to briefly reach the level of sitting at eight while looking at nine."

He was excited,

How could he not be excited? In two thousand years since the divine ascension in Jing Country, who has seen a Nuo God disciple with incense so high?

"No wonder Lord Hua is so confident to battle the Saint Heir and Saintess alone with Young Master."

The Music Master finally understood,

A Witch at the level of sitting at eight while looking at nine cannot win over the Saint Heir and Saintess because they are suppressed by Tangkou.

However, a disciple of the Nuo God at the level of sitting at eight while looking at nine can steadily suppress the Saint Heir and Saintess because the Nuo God disciple can suppress all Tangkou.

Zhou Xuan is the one who mastered the tenth level above the nine incense sticks, possessing a tattoo of the Mountain and River Map.

Huff!

A flash of fire flickered beside the Music Master, and a gap appeared in space, from which the Painter emerged, returning to the real world.

"Old Hua, you’re not hiding anymore?" the Music Master asked.

"Why hide, the victory is already assured."

The Painter, also a demigod with eight incense sticks in the human world, couldn’t imagine what method the Saint Heir and Saintess could use to counter Zhou Xuan’s Mountain and River Map.

"Nuo God disciple, invincible within the same realm, as to how invincible, I’m curious to find out the answer too."

The Painter also wanted to watch the excitement clearly, so he didn’t bother hiding anymore; it’s better to return to the real world and watch the grand show.

"Nuo God with a level of sitting at eight while looking at nine?"

It wasn’t just those outside who noticed the peculiarity, the Saint Heir and Saintess also saw the clue.

They immediately wanted to flee, as no one dared to fight a Nuo God disciple within the same realm, and they were no exception.

"Brother, the incense I give back to you is only effective within this flower sea, don’t let the Saint Heir and Saintess escape, finish it quickly."

Zhou Lingyi, after giving the incense back to Zhou Xuan, sat in the heart of the flower,

At this moment, she no longer had incense, but after the Red Spider Lily bloomed, it could last for two incense sticks of time without incense.

With the protection of the flower sea, there was no danger, she just reminded Zhou Xuan.

"Rest assured, I’m not great at chasing people, but I’m quite good at retaining them."

Facing the slippery-footed Saint Heir and Saintess who were about to escape, Zhou Xuan sneered: "You can’t go anywhere, Star Transformation!"

Star Transformation, the third realm of the Star Law.

Zhou Xuan’s body activated the Law, transforming into specks of starlight, swiftly propelled by the mountain wind to the front of the Saint Heir and Saintess.

Upon descending through a particle of star dust, he again activated the Descent Star Technique, making his body turn into nothingness, attacking towards the faces of the Saint Heir and Saintess.

Unexpectedly facing Zhou Xuan head-on, the Saint Heir and Saintess clasped Dao Yan Fire in four hands, throwing it towards Zhou Xuan.

The fierce fire penetrated through Zhou Xuan’s intangible body, drifting to an unknown destination.

Bang!

When Zhou Xuan’s fist reached the face of the Saintess, he used the Star Body Technique again, his whole body hard as a rock, smashing the Saintess’s face to pieces.

"The Saint Heir and Saintess share one mouth to eat, now, even this last mouth is gone."

Zhou Xuan leaped again, elbow strikes, head grasps, flying knees, only the most primitive attack methods, yet brutally unreasonable, hitting the Saintess’s body until it was full of cracks.

"Stone Buddha, still watching the show?"

The Saint Heir and Saintess shouted out of thin air.

With only Daluo Tian and Wuxiang Prison Dharma Bodies remaining, the Stone Buddha had been pondering how to retreat, whether to stealthily leave or fight the invading Mingjiang’s Traveling God to death,

Leaving quietly was unlikely, as Mingjiang’s Traveling Gods guarded the entrance of Peng Town, plus Zhou Xuan’s Day Trip Soul and the Painter’s Space Law, even if they managed to escape by luck, they wouldn’t get far.

The only option seemed to be the "broken jade" for the Buddha Country.

But when they truly prepared for the final fight, they were scared by Zhou Xuan, who sat at eight while looking at nine, into losing their courage, hesitating at what to do next.

Fortunately, the Saint Heir and Saintess’s words woke them up.

Daluo Tian and Wuxiang Prison came to join the battle.

Zhou Xuan just saw a "man" jump down from mid-air, this man had no head.

"Brother, this is the corpse of the fourth generation of Big Nuoshen."

The fourth generation of Zhou Family’s Nuodai were all pinned down by the Ancient Clan, their remnants formed the chest, abdomen, legs, and arms of this "man".

According to the Stone Buddha’s plan, Zhou Xuan’s head was supposed to be stitched onto this corpse, completing this body.

"Zhou Xuan, you’ve ruined our Buddha Country’s good deeds, slaughtered our Baoshan Temple, today, we demand blood for blood."

"Blood for blood."

Wuxiang Prison and Daluo Tian shouted fiercely in unison.

Zhou Xuan just found their actions laughable.

"At a time like this, still talking such big talk, dreaming?"

Zhou Xuan gently tapped the folded fan, activating the storyteller’s ninth level technique, transforming himself into a dreamscape.

"Since you love dreaming, let me send you a spring and autumn dream of the Buddha Country’s blood disaster."

Using the storyteller’s dreamscape, Zhou Xuan aimed for the swift slaughter of the Saint Heir and Saintess, and the three-headed Stone Buddha.

And from the sleeve of the Big Nuoshen’s corpse controlled by Daluo Tian and Wuxiang Prison, a folded fan also emerged, echoing with Zhou Xuan’s strike...