ATPnovel Chapter 1239 - 371: The Yan Family’s Imitation Extreme Dao Weapon
Chapter 1239 - 371: The Yan Family’s Imitation Extreme Dao Weapon
"Hmm?"After a stick of incense time, above the clouds, Zhou Qing, who was rushing towards Wuxiang Mountain, suddenly had a change in expression.
Because the storage bag at his waist began to tremble violently without warning.
He quickly tore off the storage bag and cautiously probed with his Divine Sense.
He saw the surface of the three "Blood Spirit Tao Cutting Pills" he had just obtained was now flickering with bizarre imprints.
Moreover, black gas was swirling and rising, with faint whispers emerging.
Zhou Qing immediately took out the three elixirs and threw them into the distance.
He stepped back a few paces with an unpleasant expression, staring intently at the imprints on the elixir.
Months ago at the border, after both he and that six-armed monster were seriously wounded, Nangong Xiongba appeared.
He had ripped open his own chest, saying that when Xuanyuan Shuo was healing him, he planted a special imprint inside of him.
It allowed him to not only be monitored but also unable to leave the border region.
Now, the shimmering imprints on these three elixirs were identical to that!
"Careless!" Zhou Qing gritted his teeth, "I should have thought of it earlier; with the Xuanyuan family’s foresight, how could they not tamper with such important elixirs?"
This imprint was obviously a special tracking method, and after surpassing a certain range, the elixirs even began showing signs of instability.
Moreover, the problem was that today’s [Daily Reflection] had already been used on that cauldron, making it impossible to investigate the method of breaking it.
Also, the threads of black gas on the elixirs seemed to represent a kind of resentful emotion.
Similar to those obsessions formed after the fall in the Spirit Severing Realm.
"It is the unwillingness of those who failed in Spirit Slash..." Zhou Qing muttered to himself, a trace of bitter smile appearing on his lips, "This detail, even the Xuanyuan family might not have anticipated."
He gazed at the increasingly dense black gas on the elixir, sighing suddenly: "It seems these human-blood dumplings, the masters have no fortune to enjoy."
Despite the inherent regret, strangely, a sense of inexplicable relief emerged from the depths of his subconscious.
The Xuanyuan family might have a way to slowly dissolve these resentments, but he no longer had the time to wait.
The Spirit Severing Realm could tear through space, traversing tens of thousands of miles in an instant, combined with these activating imprints, they could quickly pinpoint this place, with every moment of delay being perilous.
"Since so——"
His eyes flashed with cold light, and brilliant thunder light erupted from his body.
No matter the loss of this evil thing?
He could find another way and gain a proper Spirit Slash method for the masters.
"These things, I, Zhou Qing, don’t want them!"
"Boom——"
The sky suddenly shattered, and a purple thunderbolt, like a sword of divine punishment, crashed down.
Zhou Qing joined his fingers into a sword formation, erupting with brilliant thunder light, his robes rustling in the violent Spiritual Qi.
The three blood elixirs floated in mid-air, with the black gas on their surface crazily churning, forming thousands of twisted, painful human faces.
"You all... should be liberated!"
With a clear shout, the thunder suddenly transformed into thousands of electric snakes that completely engulfed the elixir.
The human faces within the black gas first roared fiercely, then suddenly calmed—
Each face relaxed its brow, turning uniformly towards Zhou Qing, lips slightly parted as if silently expressing thanks.
Finally, all the figures transformed into wisps of blue smoke, gradually dissipating in the remnants of the thunder, returning to nothingness.
Zhou Qing stood quietly for a moment, his expression complex.
He then swiftly waved his hand to erase the last traces of thunder, checking the ground for any signs.
After confirming no clues were left behind, he turned into a streak of light and dashed straight towards Wuxiang Mountain again.
However, after only a moment—
"Zing!"
The void was suddenly torn apart by two sharp edges, as Xuanyuan Hao and Xuanyuan Sha stepped forward side by side.
Xuanyuan Sha held an ancient bronze mirror in his hand, its surface covered in crack lines, currently emitting a bizarre blood light.
"The imprint disappeared?" Xuanyuan Sha’s voice was stern, continuously injecting Spiritual Power into the bronze mirror, but there was no response.
Emperor Xuanyuan Hao’s expression was exceedingly grim.
Earlier when he arrived, Xuanyuan Sha had already greatly damaged his Spiritual Power by excessively stimulating the "Nine Dragon Locking Sky Seal."
And the purple-clad Spirit Slash seized the chance to distance themselves and tore through space to escape.
Only then did Xuanyuan Sha recall that when those three elixirs were formed, the Prince had left a special imprint in them just in case, and with this perception mirror.
But it had never been used over the years, and he had forgotten about it.
Upon remembering, he hurriedly activated the mirror to pursue.
But now—
The crack lines spread across the bronze mirror surface, clearly indicating the other party had noticed the imprint and thoroughly destroyed the elixirs.
"Two thousand years of effort..." Xuanyuan Sha’s voice trembled, filled with guilt and self-reproach, "ruined just like that!"
Xuanyuan Hao stood with his hands behind his back, coldly scanning the surroundings, where even the air condensed into delicate ice crystals under his gaze.
"Very good..."
His voice was deep, each word seemed laden with substantial murderous intent.
"No matter who you are, this Emperor will personally catch you, making you unable to live nor die!"
...
Wuxiang Mountain Range resembles a bloodstained giant dragon, coiling in the northwest direction of the Imperial City.
This endless mountain range, over three thousand years, has witnessed countless earth-shattering Spirit Slash battles.
The once towering 406 main peaks now remain only three defiant peaks piercing the sky, the rest reduced to dust in fierce battles.
The entire mountain range presented a strange dark red color, the surface scarred with interwoven cracks as if torn apart by some terrifying force.
The sunlight has vanished here a long time ago.
Heavy dark clouds like lead-gray curtains pressed heavily above the mountain range, seemingly within reach.
Upon closer inspection, one would realize that they were not ordinary clouds, but "resentful" materialized from emotions like obsessions, resentments, and unwillingness, left by numerous Spirit Severing Realm experts after their demise.