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Chapter 1879 - 695: Independent Cultivators and Mo Luo, Battle of the Twin Bloods_2

Chapter 1879: Chapter 695: Independent Cultivators and Mo Luo, Battle of the Twin Bloods_2

After learning of this news, everyone in the Sea of Clouds Square was shocked.

They were amazed at the strength of the Blood Independent Cultivator, having refined four Blood God Children of the same order with his Nascent Soul Middle Stage realm, no wonder he claimed to be comparable to a Late Stage Nascent Soul Cultivator.

They were also curious about what means the Blood Nightmare Mo Luo employed, managing to slay two Blood God Children and still survive until now.

In every regard, Blood Nightmare Mo Luo only seemed to be at the Nascent Soul Early Stage.

Could it be that he’s relying on the "Blood Sea Elder Ancestor’s residual power" as mentioned by the Blood Independent Cultivator?

Facing everyone’s gaze, Blood Independent Cultivator was calm and unafraid.

This time, he wasted no words and directly took action.

Holding the Godly Blood Blade, he rushed straight towards Blood Nightmare Mo Luo.

And behind him, what seemed to be the Blood God Child transformed from Elder Yan of Yuan Mo Sect, stood alone in front of Feileng Fairy and Old Daoist Ji Yuan.

"Be cautious, junior sister, the Blood God Children refined by the Blood Independent Cultivator use techniques from the Yuan Mo Sect’s Blood Sea Lineage, the most insane and cruel." Old Daoist Ji Yuan wielded a horsetail whisk, surrounded by a ring of Flying Swords.

Feileng Fairy remained calm.

"I know better than you, no need to remind me. You better think about how to help the Blood Nightmare, if he dies, when my sister comes out, no one will help you."

Upon hearing this, Old Daoist Ji Yuan’s face changed dramatically.

At present, Blood Nightmare Mo Luo indeed exceeded their expectations.

If he really has obtained the residual power of the Sect’s Elder Ancestor, he could face a Nascent Soul Middle Stage strong opponent, and possibly even battle a Great Cultivator at his peak with that power.

To survive, he really needs to...

Taking a deep breath, Old Daoist Ji Yuan urged, "Let’s act together to destroy this Blood God Child for now!"

"Alright!"

The two didn’t hesitate, each deploying their Magical Treasure Killing Moves.

Meanwhile, in the square, the clouds churned, indicating that the battle of double blood had again erupted.

But overall, the Blood Independent Cultivator dominated the fight!

His overwhelming blade light, unmatched in its breadth, pressed Blood Nightmare Mo Luo from start to finish.

As he said, the opponent was merely borrowing the ancestor’s strength, ultimately not his own power.

In those numerous years of struggle in the Dark Realm, Blood Independent Cultivator relied on his three Blood God Children, constantly draining the opponent’s power, and now had reached the point of decisive battle.

Seeing that he was about to falter, the Sea of Clouds Square seemed broad, yet there was no place to obstruct vision, so Blood Nightmare Mo Luo began to call for help.

"What are you still messing around there for, quickly come and help me!"

Old Daoist Ji Yuan gritted his teeth, "Junior sister, hold off the Blood God Child, I’m going to help him!"

After saying this, he didn’t care how Feileng Fairy felt, waving his horsetail whisk to temporarily trap the Blood God Child with a cascade of white threads, then rushed forward to support Blood Nightmare Mo Luo.

Witnessing this scene, Feileng Fairy bit her lip, her eyes flashing with pain.

It’s like this again!

The people of Penglai Immortal Sect are always like this.

It was the same back then, and still is now.

Bang!

After a short clash, Blood Nightmare Mo Luo spewed blood and was sent flying.

The Blood Independent Cultivator was about to pursue, but Old Daoist Ji Yuan intercepted halfway.

Whoosh!

Blood Nightmare Mo Luo landed on the ground, his expression ferocious.

"Ji Yuan, buy me a little time while I communicate with the Sword Spirit!"

Following these words, a Blood Sword appeared in his hand.

It was the Godslayer Blood Sword!

And the communication that Blood Nightmare Mo Luo talked about wasn’t so simple.

He pointed a finger at his brow.

A droplet of gold and red mixed blood slowly flew out.

Blood Essence?

No!

This was the Soul Blood stained with a Cultivator’s Divine Soul!

The Soul Blood floated out, leaving Blood Nightmare Mo Luo’s face pale, yet he couldn’t afford to care, gripping the Soul Blood with one hand and rubbing it across the Godslayer Blood Sword.

After that, in the blink of an eye, he made hundreds of gestures swiftly.

"Command!"

As the word fell, the previously trembling Godslayer Blood Sword suddenly obeyed.

Also at this time, Old Daoist Ji Yuan, who was blocking the Blood Independent Cultivator, was blasted directly not far next to Blood Nightmare Mo Luo.

Above, a brawny man with disheveled hair looked down upon them.

"It is but a death throes, a desperate struggle!"

"Is that so?" Blood Independent Cultivator’s expression was grim, flicking a finger, "Go!"

The Godslayer Blood Sword transformed into a streak of blood, speeding away.

Faced with this sword, the Blood Independent Cultivator’s expression grew slightly serious, yet his eyes still held confidence.

With his long blade, he slashed vertically downward.

The blade light, like a waterfall of dazzling threads, tangled with the Godslayer Blood Sword in relentless combat.

Clang!

Clang!

Clang!

In just over a dozen breaths, a blade and a sword clashed hundreds of times.

As the two retreated from each other for the second time, the Blood Independent Cultivator looked down at the long blade in front of him, seeing numerous nicks appearing on the blade’s edge.

The renowned Godly Blood Blade from the North Sea was utterly defeated in this exchange!

"Is it that sword again?"

He murmured, his right hand grasping the air.

Whoosh!

Suddenly, a long whip erupted in the void.

The long whip danced, like a serpent or a python, a vine or a dragon!

Faintly, there was also the sound of a soul-captivating crow echoing across the sky.

"The Blood Kiss Whip was originally refined by me to draw power from the Blood Sea Elder Ancestor, let’s see if it can suppress this sword this time."

Thoughts flickering in his mind, the Blood Independent Cultivator struck with the whip.

Crack!

The void trembled as the whip split into two shadows, lashing towards the two.

Confronted with this whip, Old Daoist Ji Yuan’s face changed drastically.

The white strands of his horsetail whisk transformed, enveloping him into a large cocoon.

Crack!

A single whip!

With just one strike, the white cocoon was flung hundreds of meters away, shattering in mid-air, as silk threads flew, Old Daoist Ji Yuan spat out fresh blood.

On the other side, Yan Mo Luo did his utmost to control the Godslayer Blood Sword, slashing towards the long whip’s body.

Boom!

The long whip and blood sword connected, Qi Power surging, stirring up boundless wind and clouds.

"Haha, your True Device was refined for too short a time, it’s no match for mine."

Yan Mo Luo’s loud laughter echoed.

The Blood Independent Cultivator’s face darkened slightly, gripping the whip handle, he coldly grunted, "It’s just a matter of spending a little more time."

Time.

Yes, for everyone, time is the most important.

Just like Luo Chen.

...

Inside the Pill Hall.

Luo Chen was currently facing the greatest life-and-death crisis of his history!

Two extraordinarily high-ranked Primitive Flames were using his body as a battleground, erupting in an extreme battle.

After a thousand-year struggle, both their energies were long exhausted, leaving only a tiny bit of their original source.

Yet their high order could not be overcome!

Even with only a trace of power left, Luo Chen couldn’t possibly withstand it.

After the Refining Heaven Cauldron Spirit perished, nothing remained to suppress them.

Also, due to the inner workings of the "Phoenix Nirvana Sutra", his cultivated Qi Power, aligned with the Nirvana Sacred Fire, revived the long-dormant Nirvana Sacred Fire into another war.

For all this, Luo Chen had no choice.

He could only watch helplessly as two great flames raged inside him, relentlessly ravaging his body.

"No!"

"I won’t allow it!"

A desperate shout resonated in Luo Chen’s Divine Soul.

The Qi Power had already been mobilized by the Nirvana Sacred Fire, but he still had another force.

Origin Force!

As the "Myriad Paths Confluence" activated, waves of Origin Force surged from every part of his body, completely enclosing it.

This "battlefield" must not collapse!

In the brief battle, the Nine Refinement Beacon Fire gradually began to lose.

After all, it was a fire without origin.

While the Nirvana Sacred Fire was assisted by Luo Chen’s Qi Power.

The balance had already shifted, it was not the time for it to dominate anymore.

Realizing this, the Nine Refinement Beacon Fire could no longer hold back.

Upon diving into the Sea of Qi once again, it resolutely surged toward the solitary drifting white Elixir Pill.

The Second Prime Elixir!

"No!!!"

Perceiving all this, Luo Chen’s expression was extremely terrified.

In the next moment, the white Elixir Pill was enveloped in rainbow light, beginning to expand and grow, its Qi Power pouring out...

Then.

Boom!

Terrifying Qi Power, like a flood breaking through a dam, erupted in an instant.

At this moment, the once unyielding Sea of Qi Luo Chen was so proud of, exploded instantly!

Like a boiling tide, the Qi Power, like a horse out of control, rushed towards every part of Luo Chen’s body, centered on the collapsing Sea of Qi.

His physical body began to disintegrate!