Chapter 136: Nishang Devouring Dao Pattern
The bronze stardust poured down like a broken dam, and Lu Qingyang’s Nascent Soul Avatar was caught off guard, tightly entangled at its vital point by the Neoshang bellyband.
The mandarin duck pattern, surprisingly, swam joyfully in the Primordial Xuanhuang Qi like agile fish, and blood-jade-like threads deeply constricted the Nascent Soul’s glabella, causing the three-inch-tall figure immense pain, making it grit its teeth and exclaim: “Fairy Leng, look! The material of this bellyband is even three points smoother than your Ice Silkworm Silk Robe!”
“Shut up!”
Leng Yuehan waved her wide sleeves, like a dancing Fairy, and 100,000 Ice Soul Swords instantly condensed into the Grand Yin Soul Slaughtering Array.
The profound frost falling within the array was like crystal clear snowflakes, scattering down, and each snowflake, like a mirror, clearly reflected the trajectory of the stardust flying out when the bronze pillar exploded, “The patterns on this bellyband are devouring the tongbao Dao rhythm!”
Su Meiniang’s Nine-Tailed Fox Fire erupted like a volcano, condensing into Burning Sky Silk, and the golden bells on the tips of her tails, like a thunderous force, shattered three thousand miles of stardust rain, her voice like a grand bell: “Little Lord’s knack for stealing hearts has truly been exploited by the Old Demon!”
The sparks falling from the gaps in the silk, like meteors in the night sky, suddenly condensed into Qingqiu rebirth butterflies, and the swarm of butterflies, like a surging tide, rushed towards the bellyband.
However, the wings were torn apart by the mandarin duck pattern as if by sharp blades.
Xuanji Old Ancestor’s sinister laugh came from the depths of the stardust, as if from the netherworld: “Neoshang Pavilion Master’s three thousand threads of love, do they still taste soul-stirring?”
Before he finished speaking, the bellyband suddenly exploded into a blood mist like fireworks, and 120,000 bronze coffin phantoms appeared in the mist, each coffin surface carved with scenes of Lu Qingyang merging with different women, and the Chaos Qi overflowing from the coffin lid gaps, like devil’s tentacles, was actually eroding the Dao patterns of the tongbao copper coin.
Lu Qingyang’s Nascent Soul suddenly opened its mouth and spat out a chaos bell pestle, the tip of the pestle, like lightning, struck the center of the blood mist: “Old Mud Loach’s ‘killing with a borrowed knife’ move is truly ineffable!”
The moment the bell pestle touched the mandarin duck pattern, the Neoshang Pavilion Master’s phantom slowly emerged from the mist – the woman’s glabella bore a Moon Wheel Dao Scar, like a Cold Moon, emanating a bone-chilling cold light, surprisingly sharing the same origin as Leng Yuehan, yet in her hand, she held Su Meiniang’s vital golden bell.
Leng Yuehan’s Sword Qi surged like a raging tide, and the Grand Yin Soul Slaughtering Array suddenly spun like a top: “So my Dao Scar is…”
The Ice Soul Dragon condensed at the array’s core, like a startled beast, suddenly exploded, and its dragon eyes reflected the scene of her previous life, plunging the Ice Soul Sword into the Neoshang Pavilion Master’s heart, “You actually planted a split soul within the Inner Demon Tribulation!”
Su Meiniang’s nine tails wrapped around the rebirth monument and smashed it towards the bronze coffin forest: “I want to see if these threads of love can burn out the Qingqiu Fox Fire!”
The inscription on the monument showed the scene of her eighth life, gouging out her heart to save someone, and the position where the heart-tip blood dropped perfectly overlapped with the eyeball in the mandarin duck pattern.
When the Fox Fire touched the blood mist, it suddenly backfired, burning three of her tails to ashes.
Lu Qingyang’s Nascent Soul Avatar etherealized like a phantom, and Chaos Qi condensed into a rusty copper coin sword, as if narrating the vicissitudes of time: “With two Jiejie vying for affection like this, it truly puts Mr. Lu in a difficult position…”
The sword’s edge, like lightning, pierced three bronze coffins, and the merged scrolls floating out of the coffins, like spiritual snakes, coiled around Leng Yuehan’s ankles, “Why not refine this bellyband into an Immortal Cave curtain, wouldn’t it be delightful to admire it day and night?”
“You seek death!”
From the empty socket of Leng Yuehan’s left eye, a profound frost storm, like raging waves, suddenly surged forth, and the Ice Soul Sword Spirit condensed within the storm, like a deadly venomous snake, actually pierced directly towards her glabella.
The moment the sword tip touched her skin, the 120,000 bronze coffins trembled simultaneously like a disturbed swarm of bees, and blood crystals, dropped from her previous life when she gouged out her eye, appeared on the surface of the coffin lids, like dots of red plum blossoms, blooming in the darkness: “How dare others covet this Palace’s Dao Scar!”
The Neoshang Pavilion Master’s phantom suddenly raised her hand, tearing apart three thousand miles of stardust as if ripping open the sky, her fingertips’ threads of love, like agile dancers, condensed into Immortal Slaying Shears: “Little Lord, do you know that this bellyband…”
As the shear blades opened and closed, they stripped away the rust from the copper coin sword like autumn winds sweeping fallen leaves, “It was originally a token of love given to me by the Celestial Sword Master?”
The rust fell to the ground, transforming into Primordial Xuanhuang Qi, like a rolling torrent, and within the Mother Qi, a blood curse carved by the Celestial Sword Master into the mandarin duck pattern before his demise appeared, like a cursed rune, emanating an eerie aura.
Su Meiniang suddenly, like a frenzied dancer, tore off her remaining six tails, and fox blood, like brilliant petals, painted the Qingqiu Sacrifice Map in the Void Realm: “So, in the eighth life, the one whose heart I gouged out to save… was you!”
The map showed the scene of her pressing her heart, like a precious gem, into the Neoshang Pavilion Master’s chest, and the bronze pillar star pattern in the Pavilion Master’s palm, like a greedy beast, was devouring the fox heart blood essence.
Lu Qingyang’s Nascent Soul suddenly expanded to a hundred zhang like a balloon, and the chaos bell pestle in his palm, as if by magic, condensed into a tongbao copper coin: “What a perfectly interwoven, seamless killing game!”
He waved his arm, as if throwing a cannonball, and the copper coin, with the force of thunder, shattered seven bronze coffins.
The stardust floating out of the coffins, as if imbued with life, miraculously condensed into the Neoshang Pavilion Master’s previous life appearance, “Old Mud Loach’s ‘love thread planting tribulation’ move is truly a hundred times more alluring than the Hehuan Sect Old Ancestor’s!”
Leng Yuehan’s Grand Yin Soul Slaughtering Array suddenly reversed as if an invisible hand had turned it, and all 100,000 Ice Soul Swords, like a swarm of locusts, pierced into the empty socket of her left eye: “With this sword, I will surely sever your calculations that span 120,000 lifetimes!”
The profound frost storm erupted from her eye socket like a volcanic eruption, and the Ice Soul Dragon condensed within the storm actually bore Xuanji Old Ancestor’s face.
When the dragon claws, with overwhelming force, shattered three hundred bronze coffins, the Chaos Qi overflowing from the coffins, like a breached flood, suddenly corroded her Nascent Soul.
Su Meiniang’s six tails, like steel whips, wrapped around the rebirth monument and fiercely smashed it towards the Neoshang Pavilion Master’s phantom, and the Inner Demon Tribulations of each life displayed on the monument, as if under a stasis spell, transformed into chains: “Does the Old Demon know what the Qingqiu Fox Clan is best at…”
The Fox Fire, like a fire dragon, burned along the chains towards the Neoshang Pavilion Master’s phantom, and within the flames, the scene of the Celestial Sword Master embedding half a copper coin into her tail scales appeared, “Breaking the Inner Demon Tribulation!”
The blood mist suddenly, like a tornado, condensed into a sky-reaching giant python, the scales on the python’s body flipped like mirrors, each one showing the scene of Lu Qingyang stealing the bellyband.
The Neoshang Pavilion Master’s phantom and Xuanji Old Ancestor’s remnant soul perfectly fused at the python’s head, and the vertical eye that opened on their forehead was like a mirror, clearly reflecting the hideous Dao Scar at the missing part of the tongbao copper coin: “Greed and lust are your vital weaknesses!”
Lu Qingyang’s Nascent Soul suddenly etherealized and dissipated, and the chaos bell pestle traced the celestial orbits in the Void Realm: “Mr. Lu’s vital weakness…”
The celestial orbits suddenly coiled around Leng Yuehan’s Ice Soul Sword and Su Meiniang’s fox tails, “is actually three points harder than Old Mud Loach’s coffin lid!”
The moment the bell pestle shattered the python head’s vertical eye, the 120,000 bronze coffins exploded simultaneously, and the stardust floating out of the coffins actually condensed into a complete tongbao copper coin.
Leng Yuehan’s Sword Qi suddenly shifted like a strong wind, and the Grand Yin Soul Slaughtering Array, like a giant furnace, refined the stardust into bone-chilling Ice Soul Dao patterns: “In this game, I will surely have you forever suppressed in the Cold Abyss!”
The moment the Dao pattern touched the Neoshang Pavilion Master’s phantom, the mandarin duck pattern, like an agile spirit, suddenly detached from the bellyband, transforming into a blood-jade chain, coiling tightly around her Nascent Soul like a venomous snake.
The rebirth monument in Su Meiniang’s hand, like an indestructible giant hammer, shattered three thousand miles of celestial orbits, and the eighth-life memory displayed on the monument was like a river of time flowing backward: “So, the end of the Inner Demon Tribulation…”
Her remaining three tails, like lightning, plunged into her own heart, and the gouged-out vital fox heart blood essence perfectly fit into the missing part of the copper coin, as if made in heaven, “is both a tribulation and a destiny!”
Lu Qingyang’s Nascent Soul Avatar suddenly solidified like a mountain, and Chaos Qi condensed in his palm into a rusty copper coin sword: “Fairy Leng’s Ice Soul, Su Jiejie’s fox blood…”
The sword’s edge lifted the vital essences of the two women, and in the Void Realm, like a divine stroke, it depicted the last hexagram before the Celestial Sword Master’s demise, “Adding Mr. Lu’s greed, we have gathered the three poisons to break the tribulation!”
The moment the hexagram formed, the Neoshang Pavilion Master’s phantom suddenly let out a mournful cry like a Phoenix’s wail.
All the threads of love around her snapped, and the mandarin duck pattern turned into a blood rain that fell into the Gui Xu.
When the raindrops touched the remains of the bronze pillars, the 120,000 giant pillars suddenly reorganized into a towering pagoda, and the chaos bell phantom hanging at the top of the pagoda actually resonated perfectly with Lu Qingyang’s Nascent Soul.
“This is the true Greedy Wolf Devouring Heaven game!”
Xuanji Old Ancestor’s remnant soul emerged from the pagoda’s tip, and the celestial star disk in his palm suddenly reversed, “Do you all know…”
Before he finished speaking, Leng Yuehan’s Ice Soul Dao pattern had already pierced the center of the star disk, Su Meiniang’s fox blood essence spread along the celestial orbits, and the rust of Lu Qingyang’s copper coin sword was actually corroding the entire pagoda body.