Cultivating by picking up attri - Chapter 223

Chapter 223: Chapter 140: Using the Primordial Spirit to

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The eyes of Yin Ji Bone gradually turned icy, and he took out a wooden crutch, which he held in his left hand, gently swinging it. This caused the Heavenly Earthly Spiritual Qi to vibrate violently.

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“Our Seven Evils Sect does not wish to be enemies with the Demonic Cult, nor do we want to offend any Deity Transformation Realm fellow cultivators. However, I am determined to seize Han Ye, even if it requires a battle. With this Destiny Artifact Magic Treasure made from ten-thousand-year-old Sinking Heart Wood, plus four specially crafted puppets at the Half-Step Transformation God Realm, perhaps Master Hu will give up on Han Ye?”

Sinking Heart Wood is capable of restraining illusions.

With this Destiny Artifact, Yin Ji Bone was not afraid of Hu Yueji’s illusions. If Hu Yueji simply employed her own cultivation power, she certainly wouldn’t be a match for Yin Ji Bone.

Combined with the power of the four Half-Step Deity Transformation Realm puppets, Yin Ji Bone was even confident of having a 70% chance to kill Hu Yueji.

Defeating and killing a cultivator who reached Deity Transformation were two completely different concepts.

Just when the two were fully prepared.

Han Ye, controlled by the illusion, was not doing nothing.

Instead, he was in an extraordinary state.

Because he found many illusions in his Sea of Consciousness, the true source of these illusions was actually the spirits controlled by the Blood Moon. As long as he could master a hint of their spirits, he could control their physical consciousness.

Much like manipulating marionettes on strings.

The prerequisite was to cause the collapse of the opponent’s mental will.

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For beings like the Ancestor of Blood Burial, who were simply trapped in illusions, bringing them down was undoubtedly difficult. They would eventually free themselves.

“What is this…?”

Han Ye was surprised because he discovered a unique spirit.

The figure was unmistakably the spirit of Chu Xianyu.

In other words, Chu Xianyu was now also under his control.

However, Chu Xianyu’s spirit wasn’t pure. It contained many red impurities. Han Ye suspected that these traces of impurities were likely the Immortal Remnant Soul from the residual soul that Lu Xuanxuan had split.

In other words, to save Chu Xianyu, he must control the Immortal Remnant Soul.

This was undoubtedly a challenging task.

Han Ye could only try to separate the Immortal Remnant Soul from Chu Xianyu’s body.

Once a spirit was controlled, it would be manipulated by Han Ye. Theoretically, it was possible.

Han Ye attempted to wrap his consciousness in mental force and separate Chu Xianyu’s spirit from these dark red parts.

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The red part was entirely a powerful negative Heart Demon.

Even a hint of it made Han Ye feel the oppressive power emanating from Lu Xuanxuan.

Lu Xuanxuan could use this trace of spirit to locate Chu Xianyu.

It was difficult for him to achieve this on his own.

Han Ye tried several times but ended up failing each time.

It wasn’t until he saw the shadow of the Demon Child floating in his Sea of Consciousness that he had a flash of inspiration; perhaps he could use this mental power Divine Power to separate the two.

In his heart, he summoned the seven Demon Children to open their crimson eyes. The Immortal Remnant Soul illuminated by them immediately contracted, converging into one spot, undoubtedly coming face-to-face with its own fears.

Under the gaze of the Demon Child, Han Ye finally managed to separate the Immortal Remnant Soul.

The trace of strong will wrapped in mental force belonged to the remnant soul of an Immortal.

It was extremely pure, no doubt, but also wicked.

Han Ye felt that his physical body was in faraway correspondences with the Immortal Remnant Soul; there was a strong connection.

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Upon careful thought, the Immortal’s Essence Blood and soul were inherently linked, it was but normal to have this connection.

Could this relationship allow him to control this soul fragment?

Han Ye had an audacious idea.

If he could manipulate the Immortal soul, it would undoubtedly be a powerful aid.

He decided to give it a try.

Controlling this hint of Immortal soul, returning it to the center of the Sea of Consciousness, during this process, this hint of the soul gradually took on his form, a tiny figure of Han Ye formed from a red crystal.

“What’s going on?”

Han Ye was also perplexed.

Rapid surges of powerful mental force poured into him through the Immortal’s soul, gradually enabling him to break free from Hu Yueji’s illusion control.

“I actually possess part of an Immortal’s methods and abilities? No, I should say it’s the Primordial Spirit’s abilities.”

Han Ye was shocked beyond belief.

If he could make use of this Immortal Remnant Soul as the foundation for his Primordial Spirit, displaying his Primordial Spirit form, it would mean that he had the ability to wrestle with the mighty ones at the Deity Transformation Realm.

Realizing this, Han Ye was thrilled.

Quickly, his consciousness was drawn back to reality, only to find that Hu Yueji had seized control of his physical body, using it like a puppet to attack a masked middle-aged man, who did not seem to want to fight him in return.

He moved just like a wooden puppet, raising his Mana Gang Sword, and charged forth.

Because he moved so fast, he even caused the air to explode, forming a turbulent column of air.

In a blink of an eye, only a distance of thirty feet remained between Han Ye and Elder Yin, and he shot forward like a cannonball, slashing down with his sword.

The sword’s hum rang out, making Elder Yin and Hu Yueji’s eardrums ache from the screeching sound.

Elder Yin immediately manipulated his magic power, injecting it into the Sinking Heart Sacred Staff, drawing the Heavenly Earthly Spiritual Qi from a thousand-mile radius to block the attack.

From within the Sinking Heart Sacred Staff, a clump of green sacred clouds gushed out, which transformed into a round shield. Golden patterns interwove within it.

“Boom.”

The Mana Gang Sword collided with the Sinking Heart Sacred Staff, forming a Qi Force that sent all four Half-step Transformation God puppets stumbling back a mile.

The ground beneath Elder Yin’s feet gradually sank, eventually collapsing into a massive valley with a loud bang, with yellow dust rising into the sky.

Han Ye brandished a seven-foot-long sword condensed from Mana, his long hair dispersing around him as he hovered in the air, emanating a domineering aura.

The shadow of the Deity Transformation was gradually emerging from the shadows.

Elder Yin’s body appeared as a little black speck amidst the roaring smoke that emerged from the valley. He stood on the shattered ground, with the arm that held the Sinking Heart Sacred Staff still trembling nonstop.

At this moment, a look of astonishment was visible in Elder Yin’s eyes. He finally understood why Han Ye could kill so many strong members of the Demonic Cult and defeat the Blood Burial Old Demon. It wasn’t merely because his opponents had underestimated him.

This young man’s combat ability was indeed terrifying.

There was an unusual glint in Hu Yueji’s eyes, feeling surprised as Han Ye’s combat ability was somewhat beyond her expectations.

“So exceptional that even I, your sister, am a little moved. It’s such a pity having to kill you, wouldn’t it be nice if I could always control you with my illusion techniques?”

Hu Yueji knew she was fantasizing. Han Ye, being such an exceptional man, was destined for greatness in the future.

With her mastery of illusion techniques, she could control him momentarily, but she could never control him for a lifetime.

When Han Ye breaks free from her control, that would be the time of her demise.

Therefore, Han Ye must die.

Of course, before that happened, she needs to make use of his power to deal with Elder Yin.

Hu Yueji showed a ruthless and cold expression, transforming into a purple shadow and attacked the four Half-step Transformation God puppets.

If she could destroy the four Half-step Transformation God puppets, Elder Yin would lose his four major supports and could only withdraw, no longer daring to vie with her for Han Ye.

An unnoticed glance from Han Ye fell upon Hu Yueji, and a smallish curve formed at the corner of his mouth.

Hu Yueji’s illusion techniques were indeed quite formidable, but right now, with the spiritual strength Han Ye had absorbed from the Immortal Remnant Soul, he was not much weaker than her. The difference was minuscule.

At first, Han Ye had indeed let his mind wander, that’s why he had been helpless. But now that he’s fully conscious and only pretending to be lost, it was all to make Hu Yueji lower her guard so he could kill her with one blow.

But then, Han Ye noticed a masked middle-aged man in a black Douli hat approaching, and he put off his attack for a while.

Otherwise, at this moment, Han Ye could have been caught up in the encirclement of Elder Yin and the four Half-step Transformation God puppets, which would have put him in a dangerous and defensive position.

Now, however, the situation was different. Han Ye had the initiative.

“I have to kill this masked middle-aged man as quickly as possible within the next quarter of an hour, and then kill Hu Yueji.”

A glint flashed across Han Ye’s eyes, and with a shake of his arm, he struck with his sword.

Now, he could utilize the Immortal’s Primordial Spirit to fight his enemies!

His body and sword fused into one, transforming into a light shuttle falling from the sky, aiming straight for Elder Yin’s head.

Brilliant sword qi condensed into three rings in a row.

A towering figure appeared behind him, adopting the same sword-wielding posture, executing a heavens-splitting sword strike, just like an Immortal descending to the mortal world, overwhelmingly dazzling.

Both individuals on scene were in extreme shock.

“Impossible, isn’t he just in the Golden Core Realm? How could he possess a Primordial Spirit!”

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