270: Chapter 39: The Dream of the Box_2 270: Chapter 39: The Dream of the Box_2 Xie Sheng raised his arms and summoned the Red Dragon again.
In the Red Dragon Cave Heaven, catalyzed to the extreme, countless primordial energies materialized and emerged, coiling above the princely heir’s head, and let out a furious roar at the Black Evil ancient general in front of him!
This was almost a “Dharma Manifestation Divine Power” of the Yin God Realm!
The next moment.
“Swoosh,” a sound!
This dark blade intent directly cleaved the dragon in two.
Xie Sheng’s eyes widened, disbelieving.
The Black Evil ancient general moved incredibly fast, shattering the Red Dragon dharma image in their encounter, and the next moment, he grabbed the reins, turned around to kill again, aiming the third strike directly at Prince Jiangning’s head!
If this strike were to land.
The head would instantly be thrown flying!
“Go!”
Yu Wenzhong, who had retracted the Panxuan Mirror, swiftly swooped down, grabbed the dazed Xie Sheng, and roared, “This guy’s Dao is specifically targeting the ‘Dragon Descendants’!”
A sentence.
Awakening the dreamer.
Xie Sheng suddenly realized.
Throughout the battle, this Black Evil ancient general had shown extreme murderous intent towards both himself and Yu Wenzhong…
But oddly enough.
Fang Hang wasn’t targeted quite as deliberately.
The Panxuan Mirror was cracked by an arrow.
Red Dragon Cave Heaven couldn’t withstand a single slash.
It wasn’t just because there was a gap in realms.
There was another very important reason…
This Black Evil ancient general’s Dao seemed to be born to target the Dragon Clan, whether it was the Dragon Clan Secret Treasures or the Dragon Clan Secret Techniques, all faced severe suppression!
“Escape!”
On the other side, Fang Hang was also roaring.
Although he wasn’t specifically targeted by the Black Evil ancient general, there were simply too many cavalry here.
“Escape to where?”
Xie Sheng came back to his senses, a thread of desperation emerging in his heart.
He looked back.
All around in every direction was pitch dark, an endless gloom, all enveloped by Black Evil!
“Thunder Techniques can shatter the Yin Shadows!”
The Taoist from Tai Shang House clenched his teeth, “I’ve brought many talismans, let’s escape…
get out of the range of these iron cavalry first!”
Having said that.
Fang Hang rose with his Flying Sword, scattering the Thunder Talismans.
Green thunder gathered.
It must be said, the Taoist Thunder Technique indeed had a restraining effect on Yin spirits.
Although that ancient general had shattered the green thunder with one slash, his Yin cavalry, upon seeing the lightning, all stopped their charge, hung the reins, stood still, and looked hesitantly at the thunder rolling across the canopy.
The three young elites blazed a trail with Thunder Technique, forcibly breaking into the depths of the Black Evil fog.
Thousands of iron cavalry, thereby halted.
That Black Evil ancient general came to the forefront, his expressionless face watching this scene.
He stretched out a hand to raise it, stopping the Yin cavalry behind him from continuing their pursuit.
The whole world, returned to Silent Annihilation.
…
…
But this world was very large.
On the other side of the Black Evil fog, the turmoil continued.
Countless iron cavalry charged in the abyss, this time their target was only one person.
Xie Xuanyi.
“…Yin soldiers crossing, ancient battlefield turning into evil spirits?”
Xie Xuanyi looked very grim.
He heard the rumble of horse hooves, and he guessed what the scene to come would look like.
But he did not expect
the dense malevolence of Resentful Ghost Ridge to be so thick, able to sustain the corporeal forms of so many people.
The number of iron cavalry surrounding him was double that surrounding Fang Hang and his two companions.
At the end of the Black Evil.
Two lofty ancient generals were seated.
“Are these the lingering souls from the battlefield of old?”
Xie Xuanyi was not panicked; he merely frowned slightly and soon regained his composure.
If it’s said
that Resentful Ghost Ridge was indeed an ancient battlefield,
then the malevolent forms here…
might be the evolution of a battle from years past.
All the great sanctuaries, all the great clan houses, were searching for this ancient battlefield.
Not just for the secret treasures,
nor merely for the chance creations.
Ancient history!
The ancient history from a thousand years ago was extremely important for the Dachu Dynasty.
Especially for those practitioners at the summit of the Yang God realm.
Wanting to advance further,
they needed to start from the “ancient history” of a thousand years ago.
For nearly a thousand years, fortunes had declined, Primordial Energy had plummeted, making advancement exceedingly difficult…
A dazzling era a thousand years ago.
Yin God dignitaries were as common as carp crossing a river.
But nowadays, compared to those years, the number of cultivators in each realm was but a tenth of what it once was.
“Good, perfect timing!”
Xie Xuanyi took a deep breath.
With Spring Breeze in his left hand, Wild Grass in his right, the Sword Qi Cave Heaven in his glabella flickering, a strand of golden light slowly flew out.
Above his head, Chen Ke hung high.
At this moment, Xie Xuanyi was truly in an unrestrained “complete state.”
He realized
the two Black Evil ancient generals sitting on horseback had auras far surpassing others of their kind and likely surpassed Grotto Heaven, possessing a nascent Taoist Realm!
The enemy was formidable, but Xie Xuanyi was not at all intimidated!
“Boom!
Boom!
Boom!”
The iron cavalry surged like a torrent, instantly engulfing Xie Xuanyi.
Xie Xuanyi, without any hesitation, rose to his feet before the arrival of the iron cavalry, charging directly into their midst, unleashing Spring Breeze and Wild Grass.
The second Sword Dao required “nourishment.”
He originally planned to enter Snow Mountain and use the flesh and blood of the Demon Race to feed his two swords.
But now,
this Black Evil iron cavalry was perfect for honing the blades!
This collision
was like a wolf entering a flock of sheep; a Sword Cultivator cultivating the second Sword Dao was no different from a martial artist, least afraid of drawn-out battles.
And at the same time, Xie Xuanyi was also proficient in the art of Flying Sword.
In an instant, Chen Ke tore open a slender gap through the hundreds of iron cavalry.
The two ancient generals stationed behind the iron cavalry seemed to possess “consciousness.” They exchanged glances, both displaying cold expressions.
The next moment,
both ancient generals, at the same time, drew their bows and prepared their arrows!
One aimed at Xie Xuanyi.
The other targeted the swiftly advancing golden sword radiance, reaping across the battlefield!
“Buzz!
Buzz!”