My Scales Can Make Equivalent Exchange
Chapter 650 - 558

Chapter 650: 558

This left many disciples looking defeated.

"Where did these audacious rats come from!"

"How dare you!"

"....."

With the explosion, various scoldings echo throughout the Burial Spirit Sect.

One God Monarch after another unleashed their aura, sweeping all directions.

Numerous disciples foolishly gazed upwards, watching the two Primordial Spirits in the sky and more than twenty Infant Gods in great cultivation. Their divine thoughts scanned the sect while flying towards the Main Peak Forbidden Area.

There were more than a hundred God Monarchs in the Burial Spirit Sect, of which five were Primordial Spirits.

However, it was wartime, so clearly not all were at home. Everyone who was at the sect at that moment, came out.

As soon as Wang Zijia and Gui Ling’er emerged, they felt the locking force of dozens of divine thoughts.

"How audacious!"

"You’re seeking death!"

In the next moment, everyone acted simultaneously.

Gui Ling’er’s mana flowed, a massive ice frost shield directly blocked everyone’s attack.

"A powerful Primordial Spirit cultivator? Damn it, it’s a Demon Daoist from the Taoist school!"

Before they could react, the book in front of Wang Zijia opened, and more than twenty pages exploded in front of him.

In the horrified gaze of everyone, they transformed into twenty-nine powerful Primordial Spirit cultivators. Along with Wang Zijia, there were a total of thirty.

The aura of all those present connected into one whole, scaring everyone so their souls nearly left their bodies.

One of them, a peak Primordial Spirit cultivator who was clearly the Sect leader Gu Xian of the Burial Spirit Sect, in the face of this alarming change, abruptly stopped his Escape Light and roared, "Formation!"

As he spoke, he flipped his hand to reveal a golden bell which he furiously infused with mana.

However, Wang Zijia and his group, who were prepared, had even practiced beforehand and were faster than them.

The sky suddenly darkened a little as if adorned with shimmering stars.

The auras of the thirty intertwined rapidly, forming a whole.

Under the effect of the formation, Wang Zijia’s body started expanding, becoming abnormally enormous, spanning hundreds of feet in the blink of an eye.

Dozens of light orbs swayed behind him and in his hand was an illusory world.

Thirty Primordial Spirits, three at the peak stage, several in the middle stage, and dozens in the initial stage, formed this ancient formation through the means of the Array of Stars.

At this moment, Wang Zijia appeared like an ancient God, carrying the world on his shoulders, surrounded by stars, coming from the age of ancients!

The Dharma idol condensed by the formation clearly surpassed the realm of Primordial Spirit, but just barely reached the Tribulation Crossing Realm.

Originally, Gui Ling’er should have been the one leading the formation, but Wang Zijia was capable now, and the Dragon Turtle Idol was more defensive, so Wang Zijia decided to do it himself.

At the same time, Gu Xian, the sect leader of the Burial Spirit Sect at the peak of Primordial Spirit, looked terrified. He threw the golden bell-like magic treasure into the sky.

The bell rapidly grew with the wind, instantly transforming to hundreds of feet in size.

This was no ordinary bell, it was clearly a massive golden bell.

On the bell, golden patterns moved around, giving off an impression of a Buddhist magic treasure, but all the patterns were all ghostly depictions of Yama.

The bell originally planned to smash down onto Wang Zijia and the others. However, as the idol that Wang Zijia constructed turned gigantic at almost the same time, it appeared as if the bell was smacking into him instead when it hovered over.

A strong pull came from the base of the bell, trying to take them all into it.

Wang Zijia lifted his hand, and a gigantic sword that could split the heavens appeared.

’Slash!’

"Block!"

With one strike of the sword, the golden bell emitted a clear sound and was flung far away. Wang Zijia also stepped back a few paces, stepping on countless objects.

"Pff!"

Just a single collision made Gu Xian, the sect leader of the Burial Spirit Sect, spit out a mouthful of fresh blood, which left his whole person wilted.

The ruined ancient treasure indeed had the power of a Tribulation, but a desperate strike was not the same as setting a formation of more than thirty Primordial Spirits.

But Wang Zijia didn’t give him a chance!

The tremendous idols surged with mana, the stars behind him swayed!

"Twenty-Eight Star Divisions: Starfall!"

A meteorite as large as a star shot out from above Wang Zijia’s head, falling down under the horrified gaze of the countless disciples of the Burial Spirit Sect.

"No!" Gu Xian’s pupils dilated with fear as he wanted to forcefully gather his energy, mobilize the ruined ancient treasure that was flung away to come to his aid.

However, the meteorite, despite appearing massive, descended at a speed equivalent to a real meteorite.

"Boom!"

In the next moment, the meteorite directly smashed into the area where a group of Burial Spirit Sect’s powerful cultivators, yet to finish organizing into a complete formation, were situated, even burying the entire core meridian.

"Boom!"

Following closely behind the collision was a resounding explosion.

Amidst the earth-shaking moment, a violent air wave engulfed the entire mountain gate, the shockwave spread out, eradicating everything in its path.

Wherever it passed, mostly everything turned to powder, disappearing into thin air.

Anything that survived was a treasured relic of the sect.

Just one strike wiped out nearly half of the entire sect.

This seemed more dramatic than when Sect Master Ding Haiping destroyed the Wanyu Sect, of course, the two events are not comparable.

One was a mere child’s play, while the other was a hard-fought battle in a Seventh-Rank Immortal Array presided over by numerous God Monarchs and tribulation crossers!

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After that one strike, the entire Burial Spirit Sect was utterly annihilated.

In the core area, there were only two severely injured Yuan Shen cultivators left; the rest of the infant gods had either lost half of their bodies or were completely charred.

"Shoo! Shoo!"

In the next moment, the broken infant gods fled, each seeking to escape.

Wang Zijia suddenly threw the orb of light in his hand. As the orb of light flew out, the surrounding stars rotated with it.

"No!"

Suddenly, the entire sky seemed to be sealed. Only a few infant gods managed to escape, while the majority were sealed into the orb of light.

"Daoist demon, you bully us with your strength, believing our sect to be defenseless!"

The two remaining Yuan Shen cultivators roared in protest.

Wang Zijia didn’t waste time talking. With a thought in his heart, two beams of sword light again rose.

"Shoo! Shoo!"

The light flashed, ready to behead them.

However, the two who knew they had no hope for survival didn’t wait for the sword light to fall.

Their auras exploded.

"Boom! Boom!"

They directly detonated, transforming into numerous corrupt lights that scattered.

Both of them were ruthless, even detonating their Yuan Shen!

The huge movement was already comparable to the full impact of a tribulation stage attack.

The gigantic figure of Wang Zijia was pushed back several steps, his form wavering for a moment.

"Our sect master will take revenge for us. Demon Daoist, for bullying us, you will meet a bad end!"

Gu Xian’s final voice echoed with the explosion and the sky scattered with black light and color.

Wang Zijia was familiar with such tactics. He knew that the two men’s soul bodies must have escaped in the explosion.

However, he did not chase them. Firstly, it was a question of whether he could find them, and secondly······ granted so many blood bones, dealing with a powerless lingering soul was too easy and simply not worth the effort.

He didn’t have the time, as each moment right now was precious!

Time was of the essence!

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At this moment, most of the Burial Spirit Sect was reduced to a peripheral area.

Three thousand years of meticulous cultivation, countless Furnace Dings and Human Pills turned to ash could make anyone in the Bone Soul Sect weep.

Without any further delay, Wang Zijia motioned with his hand, and streams of spiritual light rose from the ruins of the explosion.

One by one, either broken or whole Magic Treasures were collected up by Wang Zijia.

Anything that had survived that meteorite-like explosion was good loot.

Any fish that escaped his net by chance were all killed on sight!

This slight delay allowed Wang Zijia to sense several huge forces quickly approaching him.

Above the sky, a few elusive gazes were already looking down.

The men hadn’t arrived, but their divine intentions had!

These were the gazes of several major figures of the Spirit Suppressing Realm who had crossed tribulation.

Given the current situation, everyone was on high alert, sensing the slightest ripple in the wind.

Moreover, the Burial Spirit Sect was in the southern territory of the Bone Soul Sect, not too far from the battlefield.

Such a large commotion would be impossible to miss unless one were blind.

Wang Zijia, who felt the gaze of the others, looked up at the sky.

His silver long hair was dancing, he held the world in his palm, with stars orbiting behind him.

Two multicolored long swords circled around him, making him look like an ancient god or an exiled immortal.

"I, Li Shenghong, bring my disciple Changbao and use the Array of Stars today to obliterate Burial Spirit Sect here to comfort countless resentful souls!"

"From today on, I, Changbao declare war on Bone Soul Sect!"

Wang Zijia’s words made the few gazes in the sky hesitate.

Some showed chills, while happiness appeared in others.

"How daring! I will surely exterminate all of you!"

"I’m waiting for you!"