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Chapter 1892 - 700: Golden Bell Explodes, Nascent Soul Shatters, Stars Fall, Night Illuminating Zhao_2

Chapter 1892: Chapter 700: Golden Bell Explodes, Nascent Soul Shatters, Stars Fall, Night Illuminating Zhao_2

Without the help of the Ten Thousand Beasts Scroll, she cast several Techniques in succession, took out several different Magic Items in an attempt to collect the grey light, but all failed.

Even those Magic Items that looked quite extraordinary were weirdly annihilated upon contact with the grey light.

Moreover, the grey light spread, even having a tendency to refine the Moon Independent Cultivator.

For a moment, the Moon Independent Cultivator in the sky appeared extremely embarrassed.

On the square, Feileng Fairy’s eyes flickered.

Sister, has been dragged down.

Next, as long as it’s dragged until the Teleportation Formation is activated, she could possibly free herself from her control.

And the chance for this activation, is right now!

Her gaze fell on the two suspended great halls still glowing with light.

Hall of Light, Artifact Hall!

The light on them flickered, indicating that the inheritors inside had already reached the end of accepting the inheritances.

According to Hua Ling’s words, once the inheritance task of Ming Zhao Heaven is over, this heaven’s owner will send them out to the Outer World.

As for those cultivators within the Five Elements Heaven, if lucky enough to find a stone house with a Spirit Gathering Formation, they will be transmitted out simultaneously. _{fr\eewe.bn(o)v\el.c(o)m}

Those not so fortunate might have to stay in this Land of Fallen Demons for a lifetime, being assimilated into existence like those Exotic Beasts and Monsters.

"But, it must be fast!"

Feileng Fairy shouted in her heart.

She disliked Yuan Mo Sect, Yuan Mo Sect might be the Blessed Land for her advancement to the Nascent Soul Realm, but it was also the source of her humiliation in the first half of her life.

She disliked Penglai Immortal Sect, the people there spoke of benevolence yet were most ruthless at critical times.

As for this dear sister, her desire for control was so intense it nearly became physical discomfort, she especially disliked!

"Now that I have formed my Nascent Soul, I should be free in the mortal world and from then on not be restricted by anyone."

As she anticipated, the lights of the Two Halls of Light and Darkness gradually reached their peak.

...

"Luo Chen, how is it on your side?"

"I am fine, although my Qi Power is barely ten percent preserved, it’s barely enough to suppress Feiyun Zi’s Nascent Soul."

Though it’s enough, it’s extremely strenuous.

At least, Luo Chen could now only watch helplessly as the Moon Independent Cultivator forcibly tries to subdue the grey light right in front of him.

And he, powerless.

Or rather, even if it was his peak time, he wouldn’t dare provoke an old monster like the Moon Independent Cultivator.

"What about your side?"

"This Heavenly Matron’s Realm although not bad, is extremely unskilled at combat, the old man is not laboring."

Luo Chen looked in the direction of the voice.

Sure enough, as Han Zhan said, he had formed overwhelming suppression over the Heavenly Matron.

Seven strange puppets of unknown origin, each holding a Qi Sha Sword, forming a Qi Sha Sword Formation, had the Heavenly Matron trapped in it tightly.

Moreover, the Nascent Soul Stage Puppet controlled by Han Zhan himself sat at the core of the sword array, preventing the opponent from escaping.

Under Luo Chen’s watchful eyes, he clearly noticed that Han Zhan seemed to have spare energy.

"Looks like he also gained great benefits within Ming Zhao Heaven!"

Luo Chen thought to himself.

But in the next moment, his mind was drawn by the sky.

Only to see the Moon Independent Cultivator suddenly turn around, again unfurling that ancient drawing resembling an ink painting, a gigantic proboscis like that of a mosquito protruded from the ancient drawing.

The Moon Independent Cultivator was luxurious and elegant no more, only madness remained.

She wanted to forcibly activate the Spiritual Treasure she had just recently acknowledged as her master to seize the grey light!

That proboscis, no one knew what Demon Beasts’ attack means it resembled, could actually temporarily resist the intent of the grey light’s refinement.

If this deadlock were to continue, it might...

"Hateful!"

"In the end, I’m still too weak!"

Luo Chen was indignant, clenched his fists tightly.

Even after defeating the enemy Feiyun Zi, he still couldn’t withstand the Moon Independent Cultivator taking action.

Thus, this time the opportunities gained in Ming Zhao Heaven would be greatly diminished.

Not only did the Heaven Connecting Spiritual Treasure not fall into his hands, but this inexplicable grey light would also change hands.

If one were to count the Five Elements Dao Body obtained and lost, the destroyed Second Prime Elixir, the severely injured Tian Xuan, the life or death unknown Black King...

Luo Chen’s breath became heavy.

"How can you be distracted?"

A serene voice transmitted from the Primordial Chaos Tripod.

Luo Chen was startled, instinctively urged the remaining Qi Power within his Golden Core.

However, it was already too late!

In the void, the Three-Inch Nascent Soul tied by a multicolored ribbon raised the Golden Bell.

He resolutely spat a line of Technique onto the Golden Bell.

Already covered with cracks, the Golden Bell suddenly expanded once more, forcibly opening the multicolored ribbon.

Only a "dong" sound was heard!

Golden Bell!

In Luo Chen’s gaze, filled with fury, it shattered with a roar.

The power of the self-destructing True Device formed a small storm, pushing outwards from the center of Feiyun Zi’s Nascent Soul.

Luo Chen, being the closest, was hit hard.

His immense body, under the push of the storm, stumbled and staggered back repeatedly.

His Lifebound Magic Treasure, the Primordial Chaos Tripod, was also struck by the air waves, spinning continuously in the air, with cracks faintly visible.

Puh!

With his Lifebound Magic Treasure damaged, Luo Chen’s Divine Soul suffered immense pain, and he involuntarily spat out a mouthful of blood.

Yet that blood was instantly obliterated under the storm of the self-destructing True Device.

On the Sea of Clouds Square, even the Blood Independent Cultivator and Han Zhan, who were in combat, had no choice but to use methods to temporarily withstand this impact.

The former was especially displeased.

"Even a skeletal remnant can turn the world upside down, this Qingyang brat is really incompetent!"

But how could he know that this was the first time Luo Chen used the power of the Primordial Chaos Tripod to capture a Cultivator’s Nascent Soul, and after undergoing Physical Nirvana, his surging Qi Power mysteriously disappeared, making it difficult to control the Primordial Chaos Tripod.

Furthermore...

Of course, even if the Blood Independent Cultivator knew all this, he would just blame Luo Chen for his lack of combat experience.

Luo Chen had no intention of explaining at this moment.

He was both shocked by Feiyun Zi’s determination to self-destruct his True Device, and furious over his own distraction and negligence.

"You are courting death!"

He shouted fiercely, and his figure suddenly halted in the air.

The blood-red Origin Force on his body erupted suddenly, continuously condensing into a massive blood claw that resembled an eagle’s talon, clawing upwards, breaking through the air.

Cloud Probing Divine Claw!

This was his most adept move, coupled with the backlash from Feiyun Zi’s self-destructing True Device, and being at the very center of the storm.

At this moment, there was no way out.

The blood-colored Divine Claw, ignoring the storm’s impact, fearing not the scars left by the Golden Bell fragments, rushed straight into the eye of the storm, grabbing at the three-inch figure with a face as pale as gold paper.

The tiny figure continued to resist stubbornly.

A Sword Pill furiously emitted Sword Qi, piercing countless holes into the grabbing blood-colored Divine Claw.

Yet it was... all in vain!

Luo Chen let out a sinister laugh, disregarding the intense pain, and forcibly grabbed the Sword Qi and the three-inch Nascent Soul within his giant palm.

Then he suddenly clenched his fist...

"Father!!!"

The shrill scream echoed through the heavens and earth as Luo Chen’s claw squeezed down.

Luo Chen’s vicious smile had not yet faded when he looked up ferociously, only to see in front of the Hall of Light’s towering door, a young girl in a white dress with a gold crown on her head, covering her mouth, tears filling her eyes as she watched the scene unfold.

Simultaneously.

The sound of another hall door opening rumbled on.

From the Hall of Darkness stepped out a young man in a black tight-fitting outfit, bearing a six or seven-tenth resemblance to Feiyun Zi.

Separated by hundreds of miles, he stared intently at Luo Chen.

When the Two Halls of Light and Darkness opened, it signified the mission for Ming Zhao Heaven’s inheritance had reached its end.

All four hall inheritors of Pill, Slave, Light, and Darkness had successfully received their inheritances.

Even if there was an unexpected event on Luo Chen’s side, it was over when it was over.

The Spirit-absorbing Great Formation that had been operating for twenty years suddenly reversed.

Ming Zhao Heaven lost its light source.

The thirteen floating palaces, along with another damaged and half-destroyed Pill Hall, slowly fell like dead stars.

At this moment, Ming Zhao Heaven was shrouded by night, transforming into Night Illuminating Zhao.

Meanwhile, the Sea of Clouds Square, amidst the darkness, rumbled upwards.

The Teleportation Formation activated!

Luo Chen withdrew his hand, using his mind to summon back his Lifebound Magic Treasure, the Primordial Chaos Tripod.

Yet in the corner of his eye, he caught sight of a grey light chasing after the Primordial Chaos Tripod.

"This..."

"That belongs to me!"

A chilly female voice echoed faintly.

The Moon Independent Cultivator, disregarding the teleportation of the Sea of Clouds, was determined to capture the grey light.

With a Great Cultivator approaching, Luo Chen’s face turned iron blue, his muscles tense and ready for a desperate fight.

"Back off!"

Han Zhan’s voice reached his ears.

Luo Chen, with a mutual understanding, swallowed the shrunken Primordial Chaos Tripod along with the grey light, quickly retreating.

In contrast, a massive shadow brushed past with the might of wind and thunder, opening its mouth to spew a giant Energy Orb, barreling towards the pursuing Moon Independent Cultivator.

Luo Chen saw clearly that the shadow was a tiger.

A tiger?

Before he could contemplate, Han Zhan was already by his side.

"Go!"