Chapter 42 Meeting On The Battleground (1/2)
For Wen Renhe exchange was impossible, not to mention this life, previous life or the afterlife. He only needed to make sure that 《The God of Destruction (Volume 3)》was in the hands of the Purple Spirit Pavilion Master, as to where it was, whether it was true or not, and whether the other party was willing to take it out, it didn’t matter. Anyway he will definitely make him take it out.
Wen Renhe very naturally opened his hands and said: “In that case, show me the third volume.”
“What? Hahahahahahaha, ridiculous!” The Purple Spirit Pavilion Master shook his head and said to Wen Renhe. You really deserve the name of Zhong Lifei! Do you know what kind of person you are facing?”
With that, the other party raised his hands with a pair of golden bells tied between his wrists, the Purple Spirit Pavilion Master slightly shook the bells, and the crisp ringing sound was accompanied by a terrifying attack of Qi and sound waves. The surrounding array also hummed, the spirit stone in the four corners of the room was engraved with patterns that belonged exclusively to the Purple Spirit Pavilion and were activated by sound waves, and countless golden patterns appeared trapping Wen Renhe inside.
The golden patterns tightened and wrapped around Wen Renhe as the Purple Spirit Pavilion Master wrist shook slightly. This was a double attack on the physical body and soul, he laid the formation long before “Zhong Lifei” entered the door. Even if “Zhong Lifei” had been promoted to the peak of the Mahayana realm by using the first volume of the book to obtain the heavenly treasures of the cultivation world in these decades, he was still of the level of the cultivation world. The formation he researched from the third volume was a divine formation, even if his power can’t bring out its full power of the divine formation, as long as he was prepared he could even trap Heavenly Immortal!
“Zhong Lifei I don’t have any conflict of interest with you, I just want to take a look at the first volume, why do you have to hold on to it?” The Purple Spirit Pavilion Master saw that “Zhong Lifei” had been completely trapped by the golden pattern and blocked the golden bell between the wrist, saying confidently.
“This venerable is holding on to it,” Wen Renhe said standing leisurely in the center of the formation: “This venerable is thinking about a difficult matter.”
“This venerable? ” The Purple Spirit Pavilion Master frowned, this self-proclaimed address reminded him of unpleasant memories, but it did not matter, even if he really met that person today, he would not be afraid anymore: “You even dare to call yourself venerable?”
Wen Renhe put away the book and sighed: “From the time you made your move, this Venerable was thinking of the way of suppressing you without alerting the bystanders. The excessive power of this Venerable’s cultivation is really a troublesome matter.”
“What a big tone!” Although the Purple Spirit Pavilion Master was strong in his mouth, he still used the golden bell and watched “Zhong Lifei’ warily, worried that he got some secret skill from the first volume.
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“I really do not want to reveal my whereabouts, but well …… since I already know why you changed from female to male , it is probably okay to reveal my identity.”
Wen Renhe slowly got up as his scholar’s elegant clothes turned into his black robe with golden pattern. While in his hand appeared halberds of the same color.
“You are not Zhong Lifei, you are Wen Renhe!” Purple Spirit Pavilion Master said in shock, his pupils shrinking slightly as if he remembered some tragic experience.
“Forty-two years ago this Venerable made a hundred-year appointment with you, hoping that you will have power to fight this Venerable in a hundred years.” Wen Renhe laughed: “But now it seems that even if I give you another thousand years, it will only be this so this Venerable doesn’t have the patience to wait.”
After saying that, the Seven stars killing halberd glowed with a blinding light, his power was so strong that it made the whole Taiyin Mountain shake.
“What’s going on?” The people of the Shangqing sect, who were gathered in Baili Qingmiao room discussing important matters, felt the vibration under their feet and could not help asking.
“Is the mountain fire about to erupt?”Yao Wendan wondered.
At this time Qiu Congxue’s body reaction speed was faster than her brain, she immediately picked up Xiu Huai in one hand and Baili Qingmiao in another shouting: “Run, the farther away from the Taiyin Mountain, the better!”
This sentence was not a warning for Shangqing sect people but for Zhong Liqian.
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Zhong Liqian had vaguely guessed what had happened since the ground shook so hearing Qiu Congxue warning, he didn’t hesitate to decisively leave with her.
As the ground begin to shake Qiu Congxue and Zhong Liqian escaped from the rooms of Purple Spirit Pavilion to Misty Morning Bell as ground split in a matter of moment and Misty Morning Bell shattered, the Purple Spirit Pavilion’s mountain protection array cracked without protective array suppressing them everyone could fly. Qiu Congxue and Zhong Liqian did not hesitate to fly directly to an altitude of nearly thousand meters high before stopping.
“Master what happened?” Xiu Huai, who had never seen Wen Renhe before, asked in a panic.
Qiu Congxue put down Xiu Huai and Baili Qingmiao and said in a cold voice: “Just look at the sky, such a heavenly phenomenon, the last time I saw one was thirty-one years ago.”
Xiu Huai looked up at the sky, only to feel that the sky was dark and gloomy and all stars were dull except two. Only two starts shone as brilliantly as the moon, Alkaid and Polis.
Thirty-one years ago, during the war between the demonic and the righteous path when Wen Renhe and twenty-one experts fought with all their might in the final battle, the Polis star was blindingly bright.
“The temperature of the mountain fire is so terrifying that if a cultivator below the Soul transformation realm touched it, his soul would be destroyed. He Wenchao with a few of his brothers and sisters who were above the Soul transformation realm rescued the other people and met up with Qiu Congxue and the others before the fire came.
In less than a quarter of an hour, the formerly snow-covered Taiyin Mountain top was already covered with lava, the fiery red liquid of terrifyingly high temperature that distorted the air, instantly turning Purple Spirit Pavilion into a human hell.
“What happened?” He Wenchao put his arm around Liu Xinye, who was frightened and asked: “Why did the mountain fire suddenly erupted? What about Zhong Wenzun and Zhong Yinjiang?”
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Qiu Congxue coldly glanced at him and raised her finger slightly, pointing to the center of the lava.
When He Wenchao looked down he saw a man in black robes with a golden pattern holding a halberd, standing on top of the lava. Behind him shone a cold sword light.
When the ground collapsed and the mountain fire erupted, everyone fled to the sky. Only Yin Hanjiang against the spewing mountain fire sought his lord who was confronting Purple Spirit Pavilion Master.
“You, you, it’s really you, it’s really you!” The Purple Spirit Pavilion Master pointed at the two of them, and the memories of forty-two years ago when she was violently beaten emerged again.
It was as if the scene was replayed, snow turned into a flaming inferno and she met a crushing defeat under a halberd and a sword.
“You guessed right, this book really belonged to Zhong Lifei.” Wen Renhe said steadily: “Zhong Lifei was killed by this Venerable and his book naturally belongs to this Venerable, and so does yours.”
Wen Renhe squeezed the arm of the Purple Spirit Pavilion Master and before the purple spirit pavillon master could resist, he felt a sharp pain in his arm. It was not a physical pain, but the pain of his soul being torn apart and melted. He hurriedly used his genuine Qi to cut off his arm but failed to stop the erosion of his soul. He could only bear the pain and split the soul, gasping for air he turned to see his arm that turned into bloody water and fell into Wen Renhe hands.
A sweet smell of blood rushed into Wen Renhe nose, he stared at the blood that was floating on his palm, knowing that as long as it was absorbed the genuine Qi he consumed would help him recover the lost arm. After all, it was the Qi of a scattered immortal.
Wen Renhe looked at it for a while, smiled faintly and let it go. Blood fell and disappeared into the lava.