Chapter 141 Source After Xuan Zi finished speaking, he and Wang Nan came to the sky together. Even though a night had passed, the space crack was still emitting evil energy. Even with Xuan Zi's cultivation, he felt a little uncomfortable after feeling this breath. After calming down, Xuan Zi stretched out his hand, and a ball of yellow light appeared in his palm out of thin air. This yellow ball of light was like a solid entity, and fine and dense space cracks kept appearing around it. Wang Nan looked at Xuanzi's hand, feeling the powerful force contained in it. This was the solid soul power of the Titled Douluo. Although he knew that as his cultivation level gradually improved, the soul power in his body would change in this direction, but knowing and seeing with one's own eyes were two different things. At this time, feeling Xuan Zi's soul power at close range, Wang Nan had a vague understanding in his heart. Seeing this, Xuan Zi did not continue with other actions, but asked Wang Nan to carefully observe the soul power in his hand. Until he saw Wang Nan nodded slightly, he activated his soul power and let the ball of light in his hand gradually collapse inward. Soon, the space cracks surrounding the yellow ball of light began to open rapidly, and a small black hole soon took shape. The invisible force seemed to attract everything around it. Similarly, the space crack in the air gradually became larger under the influence of the space force. An even stronger evil aura surged out from it. Wang Nan's mental power enveloped it and stopped it. The surrounding fog seemed to become even stronger. After a moment, the space crack was large enough for one person to enter, and Xuanzi stopped what he was doing. "Okay, that's enough."
Wang Nan nodded, and followed Xuanzi into the space crack. The Tianye Fusheng Dragon flew around in the air, and then its figure also disappeared into the space crack. Although Wang Nan was no longer in control, the surrounding fog showed no signs of dissipating and still blocked the evil aura that was constantly escaping here. Wang Nan was already familiar with the feeling of crossing space, but when his eyes became bright again, he found that he seemed to be still in the same place. At this moment, he was in mid-air, and Jialing Pass was not far in front of him. However, Jialing Pass at this time did not leave many traces of time. There were crowds of people on the top of the city, and it seemed that there were quite a few people standing there. Xuan Zi was standing beside Wang Nan, looking up at the sky. Wang Nan first looked back and saw that the space crack was still behind him. At the other end of the crack, he could vaguely feel the spiritual realm he left behind. He then raised his head and looked up into the sky. There was a dark purple light floating in the air, and all kinds of evil thoughts were coming from there. "It seems this is the source of everything." Xuan Zi sighed softly and was about to fly towards the light when suddenly a light flashed in the air and a dark purple figure appeared out of nowhere. The dazzling light obscured his appearance, and only he could see that he was holding a long weapon and had a sickle blade on his back. The figure swung the long weapon in his hand and attacked Xuan Zi. Only then did Wang Nan see clearly that the weapon in the figure's hand was also a huge sickle, and the sickle blade emitted an unpleasant light. Xuan Zi let out a low shout, and a yellow light appeared behind him. His martial spirit, the Taotie Divine Bull, appeared behind him along with the light. Immediately afterwards, the size of the Taotie Bull grew rapidly, and a white light as bright as a diamond shone between its horns. The light collided with the figure's sickle, and Xuan Zi was able to block the figure's attack. The figure swung the sickle in his hand, and a giant purple blade hundreds of meters long fell towards Xuan Zi. Xuan Zi's expression was shocked. He circled his hands in front of his chest. The Taotie bull behind him suddenly let out a thunderous roar. Above his hands, a thick ochre-colored ball of light appeared. This ball of light was extremely strange, emitting different lights in different places, just like a planet. On the ground around it, dots of yellow light rose up and gathered towards the ball of light. The two attacks connected, and a huge impact spread to the surroundings. The city wall of Jialing Pass in the distance began to collapse under such an impact, and the figures on it also fell from the city wall and were buried in the dust. However, both Wang Nan and Xuan Zi knew that the figures on the city wall were just illusions, so no one paid any attention to them. This is a battle between two top masters. No matter whether it is the dark purple figure or Xuan Zi, they are all top masters on this continent. Wang Nan will definitely be able to learn a lot from their battle. But he couldn't watch like this any longer. Wang Nan had already guessed about the dark purple figure. Even if it was just an illusion, Xuan Zi might not be her opponent. If the fight continued like this, Xuan Zi probably wouldn't be able to hold on for too long.
Thinking of this, his figure floated higher up, getting closer and closer to the dark purple light. Below, the figure fighting with Xuan Zi seemed to have noticed Wang Nan's actions. He swung the long sickle in his hand continuously, and a strange magic pattern formation appeared. A purple-black palm came towards Wang Nan like a ghost demanding his life. Xuan Zi clasped his hands together instantly and stretched them forward. The nine soul rings around him lit up with bright flames as if they were burning, and a weapon that was wide at the top and narrow at the bottom appeared in Xuan Zi's hands. He first swung the weapon in his hand vigorously to knock the ghost hand apart, then took a few steps in the air, came to the dark purple figure, and fought with her. Wang Nan had no more worries. A golden light flashed in his hand, and the Panlong Stick was already in his hand. The first soul ring lit up, and his figure was already next to the dark purple light. In addition to the strong evil aura, Wang Nan also felt a sharp aura from it. He did not dare to stretch out his hand, but just waved his hands and swung the golden Panlong stick towards the dark purple light ball. Wang Nan felt that the Panlong Stick was like it had fallen on a piece of metal or stone. When the tip of the stick touched the Panlong Stick, there was a crisp sound. Xuan Zi was entangled with the dark purple figure, and he felt that the opponent in front of him suddenly became a little weaker. He made up his mind, the khaki light on his body became more intense, and he smashed the weapon in his hand towards the figure. On the other side, Wang Nan's second stick had already fallen, and this stick finally had an effect. It seemed that something was shattered by him. The light around the dark purple light ball suddenly became dim and fell to the ground. The dark purple figure in front of Xuan Zi disappeared in an instant. He looked up and saw something falling from there. With a wave of his right hand, the huge figure of the Taotie bull behind him also stretched out his right claw and grabbed it in his hand. Xuan Zi frowned and stretched out his right hand. A dark red blood mark appeared on his palm, as if he had been cut by something. With a slight vibration of his soul power, the mark quickly disappeared. (End of this chapter)
