Xiao Chen took back his palm strength, and the ice dragon in the air gradually dispersed. Although the 9-Dragon Roar was the starter palm style of the Mystic Cyan Sect, it had amazing power. Its power would get stronger one move after another. Even Xiao Chen in the past could only learn up to the fifth move—The Roar of Ice Dragon Spirit.
As for the eighth-style, The Dragon Spirit of The World, rumors had said it could summon real ancient dragon spirit. The ninth-style, The Nine Dragons in Heaven, could bind heaven and earth. Not even Qingxuan Perfected Immortal who led the Mystic Cyan Sect to the summit could grasp these last two styles.
The crowd was still shocked. Mo Tiannan quickly stepped forward and shattered the three-foot-thick ice on Mo Wen with a palm. Mo Wen burst out of the ice, shuddering non-stop. He squeezed his fist very tightly until his bones crackled as he looked at Xiao Chen, who had walked farther and farther away.
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On a winding path 1.5 kilometers away from the Pure Harmony Hal, plum trees blossomed and snow accumulated under the trees. Xiao Chen waddled as he whistled and carried a withered branch over his shoulder. Xiaoyue followed behind and looked up at him from time to time. Each time with a little revulsion. She wondered why Xiao Chen did not possess an immortal temperament even though he was already in the Nascent Soul Realm. Instead, he looked like a hooligan in a marketplace. She whispered, "Hey... Xiao Chen, no matter what, I'm still very grateful to you." Xiao Chen stopped suddenly. He stretched out his hand and said, "Well, you don't have to be grateful to me. I only hope that you do not think of killing me if I was stuck in the illusory land again." Xiaoyue startled, she said hurriedly, "Brother Xiao! It was a misunderstanding! That day I was just..." But before she could finish speaking, Xiao Chen had already left with Immortal-override S
"Brother Xiao Chen! It's your turn to receive the prize!" Awaken, Xiao Chen walked to the stage. He first bowed to the awarding elders and then asked, "Where did Immortals' League find this zither?" The elder smiled and said, "It was found by a Chief of the Immortal's League several years ago. Unfortunately, no one has been able to play it. The last time young hero Xiao was able to play this divine zither, it must have been that you're fated to it." Xiao Chen silently took over Jade Zither and stoke the D sharp major with a finger. Immediately, rays of light covered the area and the surrounding vital force surged, even the podium was shaken. The two elders quickly said, "Young hero Xiao, stop!" Xiao Chen then realized what he was doing, and gradually released the string and put the zither into the Divine Vessel. He once again bowed at the two elders and said, "I have to thank the Immortals' League, for this zither is extremely
In no time, not a sound could be heard in the crowd. The one hundred or so disciples of the Immortals' League there felt puzzled. "When did the Chief come back?" But no one dared to ask the question out loud. They did not even dare to whisper. The crowd watched the Chief walking onto the high platform. He cast a glance at the crowd below, coughed a few times, and said, "I have heard about the thing that happened recently. About that, the Immortals' League will explain to all of you. Thus, please trust the Immortals' League as firmly as ever. Never take advantage of the disorder to start a rumor, because it may cause a panic. The Immortals' League will punish those people who disobey the order." His voice sounded a little bit low, as if he had been severely hurt or had some disease. Many of the older generation had seen the Chief of the Immortal's League before. But in the last 20years, he had never appeared. So why would he come here today?
Under everyone's watchful eyes, First Elder Guyang summoned the Immortals' League's fastest Flying-cloud Stone from the clouds and handed Xiaoyue some of Situ Bei's Carnage Destruction Pills and Heaven List Protective Pills. The group headed to the Abyss of Devil's Aura this time was made up of mostly elite youngsters from the five continents. The older ones must stay behind to prevent the possible ambush of the Devils' sects and deal with what would come next. In the public square, Murong Xian'er refused to let go of Xiao Chen's sleeve. Luo Shangyan walked over to them and whispered into his ear, "Junior Brother Xiao, you must watch out for Xiaoyue and Ling Fei of the Ling family." Xiao Chen nodded. He then caressed Murong Xian'er's forehead and said softly, "Relax. I won't be gone for long this time. Stay with Perfected Immortal Qing Chen and Senior Zi Mo and don't go anywhere." That said, he leaned on his tiptoe and flew toward the Flying
The Three Friends of Winter and the City Master, Ye Lingfeng, soon welcomed the group of youngsters. The eyes of the Three Friends of Winter were brimming with tears of excitement. "Hero Xiao, you're finally here! We thought you were..." Xiao Chen immediately saluted them with a smile. "Senior Plum, Senior Bamboo, Senior Pine." Seeing as he had given them his promise, he would have spared some time and men to check on their situation even if the Immortals' League didn't send him. "Very well, very well! Friends who have traveled a long distance, please come in!" Elder Plum remained emotional. Zhiluan jumped from Ziyun'er's embrace and landed in front of him. "Is the fish ready? You can't cheat me by saying things like water that is too clean holds no fish!" "There's fish! There's fish! Of course, there's fish! Behind them, Ziyun'er and Xiao Chen exchanged looks and burst into laughter. Everyone then entered the manor. Xiao Chen
Qingluan and Ziyun'er ran in from the outside as soon as they heard the commotion inside the courtyard. When they saw what happened, Ziyun'er hastily propped Xiao Chen up while Qingluan transferred energy to him. Those inflicted with the Heartless Curse must not become romantically involved. Revisiting old haunts would just worsen the effects of the curse. Practitioners of the Heartless Mystic Skill suffered the same fate. It wasn't until the darkness of the night engulfed the courtyard that Xiao Chen's condition finally improved. With cold sweat trailing down his face, he said softly, "I'm fine now..." Zhiluan was still pacing back and forth in the courtyard. "You're going to die, going to die. Kid, your curse is worsening. If you don't remove the curse soon, it'll end you one day." Xiao Chen frowned. Huashang was the only one in the world capable of removing this curse. But he knew that old woman's temper and he also knew that he wasn't st
"Kid, didn't I tell you to stay away from this place? Why are you here again?!" Suddenly, a woman's voice rang inside Xiao Chen's mind. Su Xiaomei was awake. Xiao Chen imbued the Frigid Jade Pendant with his Divine Sense. "You're up, Senior Su? Do you know what's underneath?" He wasn't sure if there was something sinister lurking underneath. If there was, the group—all eighteen of them—must not go down there. Su Xiaomei replied, "I have no idea, but this is an exceptionally frightening place. For some reason, I'm terrified. I-It's like... I'm going to be sucked in. The Qi here doesn't belong to the human world. No, I'm scared, I'm going to seal myself..." The tremor in her voice worsened as she reached the tail of her sentence. She didn't wake even when Xiao Chen called her name three times. What was it that frightened her so? Since the first day he met her, he had never seen her this uneasy. Sighing to himself, X
"This is bad! Everyone, get into formation!" Of the countless Nether Spirits that came surging forth out of nowhere, many were vicious-looking evil spirits with half a skull, eyeballs hanging from their sockets, and putrefied skin. Qingyu and Liu Feiyan turned pale from fright. Their home was Qingxuan Sect, so how could they have ever seen such terrifying things? In just seconds, thousands upon thousands of Nether Spirits had all of them surrounded. The wailing of the spirits never stopped, causing their scalps to feel numb. The group held tight onto their Immortal's Swords and magic treasures but no one dared to make a reckless attack. The army of Nether Spirits had undergone hundreds and thousands of years of tempering in a place with abundant dark energy. They were incomparable to ordinary Nether Spirits. The consequence of angering them was unimaginable. "What do we do now?!" The group stood close together wit