Chapter 928: Lao Mo the Devil
ke hissed, its forked tongue flicking. It coiled its body and bounced onto Shen Jing's arm, landing in her palm. It nuzzled her hand affectionately with its tiny head.The man glared at Shen Jing, his...Qin Sang quickly cast this little episode aside, the Qisha Hall was getting closer.
This time, he came earlier.
It is said that because the fairy array constantly changes, this time the Witch Clan's breakthrough of the formation is different from the last time, and there might be a chance to observe it.
As the waves grew larger, Qin Sang knew they were approaching Qisha Dian. Sure enough, after flying for not long, a dazzling light appeared before him. A gigantic sea pit and wind wall stood in front of him, still as awe-inspiring as ever.
Qin Sang glanced around, his gaze sweeping across the surroundings, and unexpectedly found that there were only two figures present.
But no Great Witches or other Nascent Soul cultivators were seen.
After a moment's pause, Qin Sang retreated slightly and then flew in another direction around the wind wall.
As Qin Sang was about to reach the other side of the sea pit, his figure suddenly stopped, his face showing a look of surprise. There were a dozen or so cultivators in front of him, standing very close together, intently watching something.
No wonder there are so few people in other places, they've all come here.
Qin Sang thought for a moment, put away the ebony sword, and casually took out a flying sword, protecting himself with his swordsmanship. He had too many enemies, all from powerful forces, and he didn't want others to associate him with his identity.
Previously, when I went to see Lao Zou, I also placed the celestial corpse coffin and the avatar elsewhere.
'Whoosh!'
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Qin Sang broke through the wind and waves, flying to the front, not far from everyone.
Others glanced at Qin Sang, then withdrew their gazes and focused intently on the front.
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At this time, Qin Sang also saw the scene there.
Ahead of the wind wall, for some unknown reason, it was unusually calm. The hurricane seemed to be held back by some force, unable to penetrate this place, always circling around the edge instead.
Such a place is unparalleled in the storm belt. At this time, some cultivators hovered there, clearly divided into two groups of over ten people each.
"The witch clan and the human race's nascent souls!"
Qin Sang's pupils contracted, and he was shocked to discover that each of those figures possessed a terrifyingly powerful aura. Without exception, they were all Yuan Ying cultivators.
"They arrived long ago. The wind and waves are calm here, so peaceful. Is this the power of the spirit formation"
Qin Sang muttered to himself, his gaze sweeping over these nascent souls and landing on the sea below. Faced with a gray hurricane, even powerful Nascent Souls didn't dare to be careless, only a formidable spiritual formation could do so.
"As expected!"
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Qin Sang's expression moved slightly, discovering countless white dots floating beneath the sea. "Those white dots should be the manifestations of the spirit formation power. The one who controls the spirit formation should be the Great Shaman of the Wu Clan, a late Nascent Soul stage cultivator."
He had long been in awe of the Grand Shaman of the Wu Clan. Moving his gaze, he looked at those Wu Clan nascent souls and easily found a white-haired woman being surrounded by the crowd.
The woman wore a luxurious long robe, the patterns and divine script on it were somewhat similar. She wore half a mask, as thin as a cicada's wing, which was also carved with mysterious patterns.
Her lips were full and vibrant red, her eyes sparkled with life, as if they could captivate one's heart.
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Various signs indicate that this woman is the Great Witch of the Shaman Clan.
"With white hair but skin like a young girl, it was impossible to tell her age, but she must be an ancient monster," Qin Sang dared not look at the shaman directly, his gaze flickered and turned to the human camp.
To stand against a powerful shaman, the human race's strength should not be much weaker. Last time, it was the demon lord himself who...
Qin Sang's heart moved slightly, and at a glance, he saw an old Taoist priest holding a whisk, his eyes half-closed, his temperament detached from the world, as if indifferent to everything.
The old Taoist wore a moon-white Daoist robe, embroidered with two ancient seal characters: "Dao of Heaven."
"Could this be Lingzhuzi, the master of Heavenly Dao Sect His aura is no less than that of a great shaman. As expected, his reputation precedes him!"
Qin Sang had spent quite some time in Canglang Sea and was familiar with the major factions among humans.
Lingzhuzi was another late-stage Yuan Ying cultivator from the human race, a prominent figure in the righteous path, equally famous as the Demon Lord.
Some of the other human infants huddled around the Spirit Orb, while others deliberately kept a distance, treating it with deference and respect.
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“Those people must be the Nascent Soul cultivators from the Demon Path. It seems that the Demon Lord didn't come this time, so the two great cultivators are taking turns serving the Witch Clan”
Qin Sang saw the situation and guessed a few things.
At this time, the primordial infant powerhouses of both clans gathered here, yet they all remained silent, and there was no sign of any action from them. It seemed as if they were waiting for a certain opportunity.
Qin Sang and the others naturally did not dare to urge them. They honestly stood guard outside the perimeter.
Within the storm, one could not see the sky. Qin Sang mo calculated the time silently, estimating it to be already the hour of Xu. In more than an hour, the shaman would use formations to break formations.
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As time passed, more and more cultivators came here. Qin Sang had been observing secretly, but he didn't see the figures of Zou Lao and others, wondering if they were hiding their identities.
Not all of the nascent souls of the two clans were asleep. Some would occasionally glance at the golden elixir outside.
"Well Are you looking for someone, Old Demon Mou"
Several nascent soul cultivators stood together. Without the support of a demonic master, facing two great cultivators, they were very low-key.
One of the blood-robed elders suddenly opened his eyes and glanced sideways at a black-robed demon cultivator beside him, finding that this person's movements seemed somewhat unusual.
Mou Lao Mo chuckled, avoiding a direct answer. "Blood Old Ghost, you still like to meddle in other people's business so much. With the Demon Lord away this time, be careful and don't fall into Old Ox Nose's hands."
The blood-robed elder waved his hand dismissively, "The Wuzhu are a common enemy of our human race. How could Daoist Lingzhu be so ignorant"
Although he said so, a trace of solemnity flashed across the blood-robed elder's eyes.
Mou Lao Mo opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something.
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Lingzhuzi suddenly opened his eyes, turning his head towards the outside of the space, his eyes flickering with divine light.
The infant of the myriad realms was startled and, following the spirit orb's gaze, saw only a chaotic tempest.
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Just as everyone was puzzled, a sharp chirping sound of cicadas suddenly rang out.
The voice was unusually urgent, at first very faint, but in the midst of the earth-shattering roar of the waves, it could be clearly heard by everyone.
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"The fallen leaf cicada, is Fang Lao Mo!"
"It's him! How did this old monster get here"
Upon hearing the chirping of cicadas, the human race's nascent infants all paled in color.
Even the spiritual beads wore a grave expression.
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On the contrary, the faces of the Wu clan cultivators all showed a hint of joy, as if the arrival was a strong reinforcement.
The sound of cicadas grew louder and louder, almost as if it could drown out the wind and waves. Wave after wave entered my ears, seeming to assault my mind and leave me feeling incredibly agitated.
A moment later, a gust of wind suddenly ripped through the waves. The sound of cicadas was sharp to the extreme, and even the Jin Dan cultivators looked at each other with strange expressions.
“Whew!”
A gust of wind surged into the tranquil space, vanishing as quickly as it appeared, revealing its essence.
This is a test.
Someone exclaimed in surprise, their face full of disbelief.
The visitor turned out not to be a cultivator, but a spiritual cicada the size of a fist!
This cicada's wings resemble withered leaves. A cultivator who is well-versed in the ways of spirit insects can immediately recognize that this is a rare and wondrous creature from legend, the Fallen Leaf Cicada!
The cicada, with its dried leaves and eyes gleaming with intelligence, seemed to hold within them the human soul, an extremely eerie sight.
The Great Shaman swiftly sidestepped to face the Dryad Cicada, his voice tinged with surprise. "Daoist Fang, I didn't expect you to be here."and wanted to exchange it for the Purple Micro Scripture. Please come and see him.""Just a message, not a physical object"Qin Sang paused slightly, frowning and asking.“He didn’t say clearly,” the man...