PDLP Chapter 208 Strange Head
Chapter 208 Strange Head
Three attacks came from different directions: a blood net imprisoned the space, a fiery whip locked the throat, a flying knife blocked the path, and a ghostly claw ripped out the heart.
The three from Xuan Sha Island worked together seamlessly, clearly indicating they were accustomed to murder and robbery.
Chen Xu's expression remained unchanged, but just as the flaming whip was about to touch his neck, his figure suddenly blurred.
When the "Mysterious Water Dragon-Opening Technique" was activated to its fullest extent, a layer of light blue water light emanated from his body, and his whole body twisted strangely in the gaps of the blood net like a swimming fish.
scoff!
The fiery whip grazed the hem of her clothes, and the scorching heat evaporated the seawater into a large cloud of white mist.
Almost simultaneously, Chen Xu pointed his dark blue longsword forward.
The sword tip precisely pierced the weakest point in the blood net, and the Xuan Shui spiritual power suddenly erupted.
hum...
The blood web trembled violently, and the crimson runes at the nodes shattered.
Chen Xu moved like lightning, bursting out from the gap that appeared in an instant.
A net of twelve emerald green throwing knives barely grazed his back, severing a few strands of his hair.
"What?!" The short, stout monk's expression changed.
His sword formation of twelve Azure Phosphorus Blades had always been invincible, yet his opponent had evaded it so easily.
The gray-robed elder's eyes flashed with even greater ferocity: "You've got some skill! Blood Fiend Banner, Ten Thousand Ghosts Devour the Heart!"
He suddenly shook the blood-red banner in his hand, and the countless struggling vengeful spirits on the banner all let out a mournful shriek.
The blood mist churned and condensed, transforming into dozens of blood-red ghost claws that grabbed at Chen Xu from all directions, sealing off all escape routes.
Each of the ghostly claws exuded a chilling aura, with black mist swirling around its tips, clearly indicating the presence of potent poison.
Chen Xu snorted coldly, and his Xuan Shui spiritual power surged out, condensing into a rotating water shield in front of him.
At the same time, he unleashed a sword strike, the sword light cascading like a waterfall, transforming into three blue sword shadows that attacked the three individuals respectively.
This is no ordinary sword move, but a killing move created by Chen Xu by combining the "Mysterious Water Dragon-Opening Technique" with his understanding of swordsmanship - Sword Shadow Splitting Light, each sword shadow contains 70% of its power!
Upon seeing this, the gray-robed elder shook his blood-red banner, sending several ghostly claws toward the sword shadow.
The sword shadows collided with the ghostly claws, unleashing a piercing corrosive sound.
The blue sword light shattered the ghost claw layer by layer, its momentum undiminished, heading straight for the gray-robed old man's face.
"Not good!" The gray-robed old man's expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly activated his protective spiritual light.
clang!!
The sword shadow struck the protective aura, causing his blood and qi to surge, and he staggered back three steps.
The other two sword shadows also forced the red-clad female cultivator and the short, stout cultivator into a frantic struggle.
The female cultivator in red parried with her whip. The fiery whip clashed with the sword shadow, exploding into a shower of sparks. She groaned as her tiger's mouth split open.
The short, stout monk then used his throwing knives to defend himself. The twelve throwing knives formed a wheel that barely blocked the sword shadows, but he was still shaken so badly that his blood and qi surged.
One strike forced three people back!
Chen Xu, seizing the advantage, pressed his advantage and moved again.
He used a mysterious footwork technique, transforming himself into a blur as he headed straight for the weakest female cultivator in red.
"Junior sister, be careful!" the gray-robed elder shouted sharply, and the blood banner waved again, gathering more ghostly claws.
But Chen Xu was too fast.
Before the red-clad female cultivator's horrified eyes, Chen Xu was already three feet in front of her.
Without the slightest hesitation, the dark blue longsword pierced straight for her throat.
This seemingly ordinary sword strike actually blocked all her escape routes.
The female cultivator in red gritted her teeth, her crimson whip curling back in an attempt to entangle the longsword, while simultaneously exhaling a cloud of pink mist from her mouth.
This is her "Girl's Bewitching Smoke," which she cultivates to defile magical artifacts and bewitch people's minds.
A cold glint flashed in Chen Xu's eyes, but he neither dodged nor avoided, and the momentum of his longsword remained unchanged.
The pink mist touched his body and was easily dispersed by a barely perceptible layer of blue-black demonic energy.
The demonic energy protecting the body at the third level of the "Mysterious Bone True Demon Art" is not something that such evil magic can break.
The longsword pierced through the whip's blockade and precisely stabbed into the red-clad female cultivator's throat.
She stared wide-eyed at Chen Xu in disbelief, her long whip hanging limply in her hand.
Chen Xu drew his sword, and blood spurted out immediately.
The red-clad female cultivator's corpse fell into the sea and was swallowed by the churning blood net below.
This blood net, originally intended to trap the enemy, has now become a burial ground.
"Junior Sister!" The short, stout cultivator's eyes widened in fury, and twelve flying knives shot wildly toward Chen Xu.
The gray-robed elder was even more enraged. As the blood banner fluttered, all the ghost claws merged into one, transforming into a three-zhang-long (approximately 10 meters) blood-red giant claw, which slammed down on his head.
Chen Xu killed the red-clad female cultivator, but his figure did not stop.
His footwork changed again, and he moved like a ghost through the gaps between the blood net and the ghost claws.
The short, stout monk's twelve emerald-green throwing knives, fired with fury, seemed to have blocked all escape routes.
But Chen Xu swayed slightly and slid sideways through the gap between the two flying knives.
"Die, you bastard!" The short, fat cultivator's eyes were bloodshot. He formed hand seals, and his flying knife spun around, transforming into a green vortex that lashed out at him.
A cold glint flashed in Chen Xu's eyes. Without dodging or avoiding, he charged straight into the vortex of flying knives!
"You're courting death!" The short, stout cultivator grinned maliciously, unleashing the full power of his throwing knife.
But just as the flying knife was about to touch Chen Xu's body, a layer of fine, dark blue-black scales suddenly appeared on Chen Xu's body.
The physical strength brought about by the mastery of the third level of the "Mysterious Bone True Demon Art" was fully revealed at this moment.
The two were shocked to discover that Chen Xu had also cultivated the "Mysterious Bone True Demon Art".
"Who...who are you?!" the gray-robed old man shouted, his voice distorted with extreme shock.
"The True Demonic Art of Mysterious Bones is a closely guarded secret of my Mysterious Fiend Island. How did you obtain it?!"
The short, stout cultivator was ashen-faced; the sudden death of his fellow disciple had already chilled him to the bone.
Upon recognizing that the other party possessed the sect's supreme demonic art, his mind trembled violently, and a terrifying thought surfaced:
"Could it be...could it be that the sect's patriarch secretly trained him...?"
"Dead men don't need to know too much," Chen Xu said coldly, interrupting their astonishment.
Before he finished speaking, his figure flashed again like a ghost.
This time, he no longer concealed it, and activated the Xuan Gu Zhen Mo Gong at full power, causing blue-black demonic energy to rise around him.
A faint, deep demonic howl could be heard, and fine bone-like patterns seemed to flow beneath the skin, causing a sudden surge in defense and power.
Seeing Chen Xu's menacing demonic aura rushing towards him, the short, stout cultivator was horrified and manipulated the twelve Azure Phosphorescent Flying Knives to form a dense net of blades to protect himself.
At the same time, he summoned a bone shield artifact, its surface adorned with a hideous ghost head that spewed gray mist: "Senior brother, help me!"
"Ten Thousand Souls Blood Prison, trap!" The gray-robed elder shouted, and the blood-red banner flew out of his hand, growing larger in the wind and transforming into a blood-red curtain covering dozens of feet.
Countless vengeful spirits and phantoms struggled and roared within, forming a powerful domain of soul suppression and spiritual confinement, several times stronger than the previous Blood Net.
At the same time, he formed hand seals, and the huge blood-red ghost claw condensed again, grabbing at Chen Xu from the side, forming a pincer attack with the short, fat cultivator.
Chen Xu was in the Blood Prison when he felt a sudden heaviness around him, his spiritual energy circulation became slightly sluggish, and countless vengeful spirits roared and rushed into his sea of consciousness.
However, his consciousness was strong, and he was protected by the "Mysterious Bone True Demon Art". With a jolt of demonic energy, he dispelled most of the disturbance to his soul.
Facing the frontal blade net and bone shield, and the side ghost claws, a cold glint flashed in his eyes, and he increased his speed by another three points.
"Break for me!!" he shouted, and a dense layer of dark blue-black magic light suddenly enveloped the dark blue longsword, making the sword's momentum heavy as a mountain and incomparably sharp.
This attack temporarily merged the water-based spiritual power of the "Mysterious Water Dragon-Opening Technique" with the demonic energy of the "Mysterious Bone True Demon Technique".
The sword shadow split light was unleashed once more, one strike piercing straight at the core of the blade net, and the other slashing towards the side of the ghost claw wrist.
*Pfft!* *Boom!*
The sword shadows piercing the net of blades collided violently with the Azure Phosphorus Flying Knives, actually tearing a gap in the blade array composed of twelve flying knives.
The sword's momentum had not yet dissipated when it pierced fiercely into the bone shield demon's head.
The bone shield flashed with spiritual light, and cracks appeared.
The short, stout cultivator was struck as if by a heavy blow, spitting out several mouthfuls of blood, his aura weakening.
The sword shadow slashing towards the ghost claw collided fiercely with the blood-red giant claw, unleashing a deafening clang like metal striking metal.
The sword shadow shattered, but the blood-red ghost claw was also cut open with a deep gash, making the ghost claw much more illusory.
Chen Xu had already passed through the gap in the blade net, ignoring the obstruction of the bone shield, and threw a punch.
The illusory blue-black scales on the fist solidified, wreathed in demonic energy, and slammed hard into the center of the cracked bone shield.
Crack! The bone shield shattered completely! The fist force pierced through the defense and slammed heavily into the short, stout cultivator's chest.
"No!!!"
The short, stout cultivator only had time to let out a scream before his chest collapsed, his internal organs shattered, and the light in his eyes dimmed instantly as his body was thrown backward.
"Junior brother!!" The gray-robed elder's eyes widened in shock and rage.
He hadn't expected his opponent to be so ferocious even under the suppression of the Blood Prison, instantly killing another person.
As Chen Xu broke through the defenses and killed the short, stout cultivator, he turned slightly, his cold gaze already locked onto him, and the gray-robed old man felt a chill run down his spine.
Escape! We must relay the news that this person possesses the "Mysterious Bone True Demon Art" back to the island!
The gray-robed elder made a decision instantly; nothing was more important than this intelligence, whether it was the Nether Key or any other opportunity.
He suddenly recalled the blood-red banner, retreated rapidly, and at the same time took out a blood-red jade talisman to crush it.
"Trying to leave? Too late." Chen Xu wouldn't allow him to report back, and immediately drew his sword and slashed at him.
The gray-robed old man hastily waved the blood banner to defend himself, and countless vengeful spirits rushed out.
Chen Xu swung his longsword across the banner, his left hand forming a claw with blue-black demonic energy swirling around it, aiming straight for the opponent's head.
The gray-robed elder desperately activated his protective demonic light, while simultaneously spitting out a Yin Sha Thunder Pearl, which, once exploded, would be enough to severely injure someone of the same level.
Chen Xu seemed to have anticipated this, and with his right hand, he drew a mysterious arc with his longsword, the tip of which lightly touched the Yin Sha Thunder Pearl.
The Yin Sha Thunder Pearl trembled violently, its surface flashing with dark light, and it veered off course, flying diagonally toward the sea.
Boom!!!
The thunder pearl exploded on the sea surface, spreading a dark green, poisonous aura that corroded the seawater, causing it to hiss, but it failed to harm Chen Xu in the slightest.
Chen Xu's left hand had already pierced through the layers of demonic light defense hastily set up by the gray-robed old man, and his five fingers gripped the top of his head.
"Die!!" Chen Xu's eyes flashed with a cold light, his killing intent palpable.
"Ugh! No!!!" The gray-robed old man let out a desperate scream, his eyes instantly filled with endless fear.
With a muffled cracking sound, the gray-robed old man's head exploded instantly.
The headless corpse convulsed violently a few times, its demonic light completely dimmed, and it plummeted straight down into the sea below.
With a flick of his left hand, Chen Xu summoned the old man's remaining storage bag and the blood-red banner, pulling them from the air.
He hovered in the air, his divine sense sweeping across the surrounding area for miles like a tidal wave.
Only after confirming that there were no more ambushes and no one was watching did my tense nerves relax slightly.
Without further hesitation, Chen Xu transformed into a streak of pale blue light and sped toward the dark blue rift that stretched across the sky.
The closer you get to the crack, the stronger the ancient aura becomes.
Chen Xu took a deep breath and gripped the Youyue tightly in his hand.
When his body was less than ten feet away from the rift, the Nether Key in his hand suddenly burst out with a strong golden light.
A gentle yet resilient spatial force instantly enveloped him.
Chen Xu's figure disappeared into the deep blue crack without any hindrance.
The moment he entered, a tremendous tearing force came from all directions.
Even with the golden light of the Nether Key protecting him, Chen Xu felt as if his body was about to be torn apart by five horses, and his bones groaned as if they could not bear the weight.
He activated the "Mysterious Bone True Demon Art" with all his might, and blue-black demonic patterns appeared on his body surface, his muscles bulging as he withstood the terrifying spatial pressure.
The process of traversing this spatial passage was far longer than imagined.
The sense of time becomes blurred here, as if it were just a moment, yet also as if a long time has passed.
Chen Xu could only guard his mind and resist the impact of the spatial turbulence on his soul.
I don't know how much time passed, but it felt as if I had passed through a film of water, or as if I had broken through an invisible barrier.
Chen Xu felt his feet sink into solid ground, and his body staggered forward two steps due to inertia before regaining his balance.
The sight before him made him hold his breath instantly.
There were no sun, moon, or stars in the sky, only a few wisps of thin clouds emitting a cold white light drifting slowly.
The earth was a strange grayish-brown, and in the distance were rolling, rugged black mountains.
The air was filled with almost tangible spiritual energy, but this energy was mixed with an indescribable stench of decay.
The gravity here seemed unusually heavy, and Chen Xu felt his movements become sluggish, as if he were carrying invisible shackles.
Even when divine sense was extended, it was compressed to less than ten miles.
Moreover, the images fed back by divine sense were blurry, as if shrouded in an invisible veil.
He was standing on a relatively flat, gray-brown wasteland, with hard, cold rocks beneath his feet.
Looking around, there was no one else but himself.
"This is... the Mysterious Realm?" Chen Xu wondered to himself.
"Although the spiritual energy here is abundant, its attributes are mixed, so the efficiency of absorption and refinement is probably not high..."
Just as he was about to choose a direction to explore, the ground beneath his feet suddenly trembled very slightly.
Chen Xu's pupils suddenly contracted, and without hesitation, he soared into the air, hovering several feet above the ground.
The solid rock layer where he had just stood suddenly arched upwards and then exploded with a deafening roar.
Dust and rubble billowed into the sky, instantly obscuring the view.
As the dust settled, a terrifyingly large object emerged from the cracked ground, revealing a menacing corner of its form.
It was a huge head covered with a thick, grayish-white carapace, with a diameter of about ten feet.
The head has no eyes, only a huge mouth full of sharp teeth.
Thick, dark green saliva dripped from its mouthparts, instantly corroding the rock below and creating a hissing pit.
Its gigantic maw suddenly opened, emitting a piercing shriek that seemed to penetrate the very soul…
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