Cultivating by picking up attri - Chapter 218

Chapter 218: Chapter 138: Seizing the Nascent Soul 2

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The blood-red brilliance that burst from the attic, sweeping across the city like a tide, affected all the major observing powers of the Demon Path.

Especially the several evil powerhouses, close to the center, whose protective formation techniques formed a light array that constantly trembled, all the cultivators were terrified, fearing that the formation would shatter and they would face tribulation.

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In the distance, a short old man with white long hair, wearing a loose black robe, was full of vitality, with a smile in his eyes.

He stood on top of a tower, staring in the direction of the attic.

Seeing Han Ye transforming into a beam of light appearing in the original place, Zhang Yan laughed, “Do you think you can escape by using a talisman inscription?”

Zhang Yan took out a jade inscription about an inch long, pinched it between two fingers and aimed it at the sky.

Taking advantage of the power of the transmission talisman, Han Ye escaped and flew very fast, like a meteor.

“Bang!”

The jade inscription burst open, transforming into a hundreds-of-meters-wide red mirror-like barrier appearing in front of Han Ye, blocking him.

Zhang Yan gave a cold smile and said, “Zhang Yan, Geng Gui, the two of you go and slay Han Ye, ensuring the whereabouts of the Demon Chart, our Blood God Sect must obtain this object!”

As soon as Han Ye landed, he immediately noticed two killing intents.

“Swish.”

“Swish.”

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Two cultivators wearing blood-colored cloud masks appeared at the same time, appearing in front of and behind Han Ye, less than a hundred meters away.

Han Ye recognized the two of them and promply said: “Seven Unfortunates of the Seventh Moon, Blood-colored Clouds, it’s the Blood God Sect, one of the ten Demon Path sects.”

The two people from the Blood God Sect released a Nascent Soul illusion, while the Heavenly Earthly Spiritual Qi continuously flowed towards them, making their aura increasingly stronger.

Two Nascent Soul cultivators indeed!

Han Ye’s eyes were cold, he said: “If you retreat now, I might spare your lives.” Zhang Yan felt Han Ye was telling a joke, he said: “Spare our lives? You, a mere Golden Core cultivator, facing two Nascent Soul cultivators, you should hold us in reverence. Give it ten more years, and perhaps you would be worthy of such words. As for now, you’re far from it.”

He won’t get a chance to see the next ten years anymore.” Geng Gui’s figure was thin and his voice hoarse. He laughed, stretched out a withered arm, on top of which was a blood-red eye.

Let me see if the so-called swordsmanship genius truly has the ability to go against the heavens.”

He was wearing two violet shields, shaped like an ellipse, just like arm guards completely fitted to his arms.

“Hiss.”

Shield and arm, both emanated dozens of bolts of violet lightning thick as a bowl, circling around Geng Gui’s body.

On both sides of the street, the buildings that couldn’t withstand the power of lightning all collapsed, making a rumbling noise.

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“Bang.”

Han Ye snorted coldly, took a step forward, and with one foot on the ground, the earth sank downwards, opening up like a spider’s web, making “crackling­noises, as he deployed the Immovable Rakshasa Body.

A six-armed Rakshasa illusion slowly rose from behind him, its demonic armor ink-like, looking ancient and mysterious.

At the same time, strange demonic patterns flew out of Han Ye’s chest like tadpoles, turning into a sea of words.

Between heaven and earth, there echoed a faint chanting, almost as if millions of monks were reciting scriptures.

At that moment, Han Ye completely manifested the Immovable Rakshasa Body, and suddenly, an overwhelming power surged out, entering his body. “Clatter.”

The strange demonic patterns in the sky converged towards Han Ye, forming a Rakshasa Heavenly Demon over a hundred meters high.

The illusion of the Rakshasa, its demonic qi filled the sky, was solemn and sacred. The ripples of demonic qi, like water patterns, rushed in all directions, contrasting sharply with the purple lightning.

“How is this possible? His aura is becoming stronger and stronger, almost catching up to a Deity Transformation cultivator. And he’s still getting stronger.”

“Could it be that there’s a Heavenly Demon residing within Han Ye?”

“No, it must be the effect of the Demonic Cult’s sacred object, the Heavenly Demon Nether Dragon Scroll!”

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“No wonder Han Ye dares to stand against the entire Demonic Cult, it turns out

he has such a trump card. This is not easy to provoke!”

The observing cultivators of the Demonic Sect immediately deployed their movement techniques and fled to the distance.

Only Zhang Yan alone rushed forward, took out a white spear, used both hands, and threw the spear.

Of course, Zhang Yan could see that the sacred object of the Demonic Cult on Han Ye could allow him to resist stronger cultivators.

Now is not Han Ye’s strongest state, it’s the best time for Zhang Yan to take action.

Once Han Ye reaches his peak state, I’m afraid there’s no one present who can suppress him.

The tip of the long spear releases a wave of flames, which condense into a crimson cloud of fire, trailing a tail several meters long.

The ground below is entirely liquefied as the stone slabs melt into molten lava. “Bang.”

The white long spear pierces through layers of Buddha’s light and strikes straight at Han Ye’s heart with an irresistible force.

However, when the white long spear collides with Han Ye’s body, it gives off a metallic sound, as if a large hammer is striking a bronze bell.

Han Ye slides backward, halting only when he’s dozens of meters away. On the ground, there’s a groove half a meter deep and dozens of meters long that ends at Han Ye’s feet.

Han Ye remains unharmed, with only a faint white scratch at the center of his chest.

His body has turned completely golden, looking as if it has been cast from gold. Thousands of demonic patterns are surfacing on his skin.

“The Indestructible Demon Body?” Zhang Yan silently gasps.

The attack he landed just now would have pierced through the bodies of ordinary nascent soul cultivators.

However, Han Ye remains unharmed. How could this not be shocking?

Zhang Yan stands atop a black lotus, moving with lightning speed. Grabbing

the white long spear, he lunges at Han Ye once again.

“Sss.”

The flames surging from the white long spear morph into a ferocious beast’s claw and, following the course of the spear, strikes at Han Ye’s eyes.

Han Ye extends one palm and grabs the white spear.

With a swipe of his other hand, he shatters the long spear.

His body emits a dazzling golden light from numerous acupoints. His golden palm continues on its course, landing on Zhang Yan’s chest like a mighty mountain, making Zhang Yan cough up blood and fall to the ground.

“BOOM.”

The ground caves in, forming a large crater.

In the pit, Zhang Yan’s chest is caved in, more than half of his ribs are broken,

and his internal organs have suffered severe injuries.

From this, it can be seen how terrifying Han Ye’s attack was.

“Hell.”

Without any hesitation, facing the formidable Han Ye enveloping both golden light and demon qi, Zhang Yan and Geng Gui turn around and flee at their highest speed.

Han Ye’s combat power at this moment is absolutely terrifying – he had knocked Zhang Yan flat with just one shot.

Who can compete with him?

The cultivators of the various hidden powers present were all dumbfounded, speechless.

This is the strength of Han Ye’s body now. Combining the “Life-bearing Tortoise” attribute with the invincible defense of the Immovable Rakshasa Body, practically no one among the Nascent Soul cultivators can harm him.

Facing the fleeing pair…

Han Ye employs his second imaginative divine power.

The Blood Moon Demon Child.

A blood-red hooked moon appears in the sky. Accompanied by the crying of a baby, the sound unconsciously transmits, causing everyone on the scene to slow down.

An invisible field of spiritual power emanates from Han Ye’s body, subduing all the cultivators within a hundred-mile radius.

Under the cover of the Blood Moon…

Everyone finds themselves trapped in a terrifying illusion, suffering the erosion of their Heart Demons.

That includes Zhang Yan and Geng Gui.

Their entire lives play out before their eyes, but with an eeriy strangeness that pulls them in.

Han Ye’s soul directly manifests in both their Seas of Consciousness, interfering with their spiritual worlds.

In other words, if he destroys their spirits, he can take control of these two Nascent Soul cultivators.

They would then become his avatars, even his puppets.

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