pjbooks Chapter 128 Mid-stage of being granted a title of nobility, the ancestor is about to perish.
Chapter 128 Mid-stage of being granted a title of nobility, the ancestor is about to perish.
Above the ruins of the White Pagoda.
Qin Xuanxiao vomited blood.
As a trickle of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth and fell into the air, the entire north side of Longyuan City seemed to fall silent for a moment.
Mid-stage of being enfeoffed as a marquis.
The patriarch of the Qin family.
An old monster who once held sway over the Qin family's ancestral land for a century, and even the elders' council had to give him some face.
He was actually punched by the Blood-Faced Ancient Cultivator and coughed up blood.
Even more terrifying is that Qin Xuanxiao has already burned the true meaning of mountains and rivers.
At this moment, he is definitely not in the ordinary mid-stage of being a Marquis.
Instead, after depleting his Dao foundation, he quickly approached the peak of the mid-stage of the Marquis level.
Even so, he was still driven back.
Outside the White Pagoda.
Countless spectators felt their scalps tingle.
When Blood Shadow was almost crushed by the Mountain and River Marquis Domain, they thought Blood Face Ancient Cultivator was about to lose.
Later, the Star Bone appeared in Xueying's body, and he used a punch to suppress Qin Xuanxiao. They thought that was the limit.
Until now.
Only when the eight-armed, dark golden phantom appeared behind the Blood Shadow, and the crimson lotus karmic fire ignited behind it, did they finally realize—
The Blood-Faced Ancient Cultivator's trump cards were far deeper than they had imagined.
Song Li's face turned pale, and she murmured:
"He... wasn't even using his full strength just now?"
Ji Qinghe did not answer.
Her eyes reflected the black-robed, blood-faced figure in the center of the White Pagoda ruins.
Eight arms.
Dark gold.
red lotus.
A phantom image of Brahma.
That's not human.
It's nothing like an ordinary ancient cultivator.
It is like a killing machine that has emerged from some ancient mythology.
She suddenly realized that all her previous guesses about Senior Blood had been too superficial.
Ning Wushuang stood atop the high building, her gaze extremely solemn.
"Qin Xuanxiao can't hold on any longer."
The Ning family disciple beside him changed his expression.
"Miss, the Qin family's patriarch was at the mid-stage of the Marquisate level..."
Ning Wushuang whispered:
"It is precisely because he is in the middle stage of being granted the title of Marquis that it is even more evident."
"He has already burned with his true will."
"This is not ordinary consumption."
"He's trading his future Dao Foundation for his current combat power."
"Yet the Blood-Faced Ancient Cultivator is still getting stronger."
She paused, looking at the faintly visible star bone within Blood Shadow's body, and her voice lowered even further:
"wrong."
"It's not the Blood-Faced Ancient Cultivator who's getting stronger."
"There is something that is helping him become stronger."
The Ning family disciple was taken aback.
"What do you mean?"
Ning Wushuang said nothing more.
Because this idea is too absurd.
It was so absurd that she herself dared not easily say it out loud.
But she had already figured it out.
Blood-faced Ancient Cultivator does not resemble a complete Marquis-level expert.
It's more like a combat avatar supported by some higher core.
If so...
So where is the true source?
Under the White Pagoda?
still is……
Suddenly, the face of the boy in the old school uniform flashed through Ning Wushuang's mind.
Lin Yuan.
The moment the thought crossed her mind, her heart skipped a beat.
impossible.
Absolutely not.
But what happened tonight, was anything normal?
……
Above the White Pagoda.
Qin Xuanxiao raised his hand and slowly wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.
His expression was no longer just gloomy.
Instead, there was an overwhelming sense of surprise and disbelief.
Something's not right about this ancient cultivator with the blood-red face in front of me.
It's not right.
At first, he thought the other party was an ancient body cultivator with extremely terrifying qi and blood.
Later, when the World Seal of Shanhe Town was shattered, he thought that the other party had hidden a higher level of battle body.
Later, when the Star Bone appeared in Blood Shadow's body, he finally realized that the other party was not like a complete martial artist.
until now.
As the Blood Shadow briefly manifested the rudimentary form of the third stage, and the Red Lotus Karmic Fire behind it burned the true meaning of mountains and rivers, the absurd thought in Qin Xuanxiao's mind became clearer and clearer.
Blood-faced Ancient Cultivator...
It might not be the original entity.
He wasn't unfamiliar with clones.
The Qin family's ancient books also record some ancient body cultivators' secret techniques for creating clones.
Refine your body with your essence and blood.
Controlled by the soul.
It provides energy remotely using secret techniques.
But those so-called clones can only act as agents for the main body, carrying out tasks such as walking, scouting, and transmitting messages.
Even the strongest things have their limits.
But the blood-red figure before us is different.
It can kill a commander at the peak of his power.
It can withstand the mid-stage of being granted the title of Marquis.
They can suddenly gain star bone support during battle by borrowing some unknown power.
Now, even the prototype of the third-stage battle body can be used.
This is no longer an ordinary clone.
This is a true embodiment of combat.
Moreover, there must be an even more terrifying source supporting it behind the scenes.
Qin Xuanxiao suddenly looked down at the bottom of the White Tower.
There, the pale blue light and the dark gold light constantly intertwined.
Deep within the White Pagoda, a deeper, more stable, and more core-like aura seemed to be entangled with the fragments of the gate bones.
Qin Xuanxiao's pupils suddenly contracted.
"I see……"
He murmured softly.
Blood Shadow stood in the center of the ruins, his eight-armed phantom slowly unfolding.
The crimson lotus flame pattern on the forehead of the mask burned fiercely.
"You figured it out?"
Qin Xuanxiao suddenly looked up.
Blood Shadow's words were like a needle, piercing through the last vestige of hope in his heart.
Qin Xuanxiao's eyes turned extremely gloomy.
"You are not the original body."
The surrounding spectators could not hear their whispers, which were compressed by the domain.
But at this moment, Qin Xuanxiao himself felt an unprecedented chill.
If the blood-covered surface is not the original body.
So what exactly did the Qin family offend?
Qin Zhao died.
Qin Yue died.
Qin Wujiu died.
One of the three elders died and two were injured.
The four-sided blood-sealing plate cracked open.
Qin Xuanxiao personally came out of seclusion and burned his true intent, yet he still only managed to fight a clone to this extent?
What about the true entity?
Qin Xuanxiao finally understood that he could no longer think about suppressing the Blood-Faced Ancient Cultivator tonight.
The truth must be spread.
It was passed down to the Qin family.
Pass it on to the council of elders.
It was passed on to the entire Longyuan City.
Otherwise, everyone would continue to believe that Blood-Faced Ancient Cultivator was an independent Marquis-level expert.
But if he is just a clone, then the real source of danger is probably already hidden right under everyone's noses.
Behind Qin Xuanxiao, the burning Shanhe Hou Domain trembled once more.
A bright red sun hung behind them.
One by one, the barren mountains and sacred peaks were rebuilt.
The long river surged backward, transforming into a battle robe that covered his entire body.
His breath rose again.
This time, however, it wasn't to suppress Blood Shadow.
It was to fight desperately.
He wanted to tear through the blood shadow.
See through the true connection behind the blood shadow.
Even if it's just for a fleeting moment.
Even if it's just a single sentence.
Qin Xuanxiao said in a low voice:
"Blood-faced Ancient Cultivator"
"No matter what you are."
"Even if I die today, I will see the truth behind you."
Blood Shadow showed no sign of emotion.
The eight arms slowly clenched into fists.
"Can you see clearly?"
You don't deserve it.
boom!
The two moved at the same time.
Qin Xuanxiao took a step forward, and the entire burning Shanhe Hou Domain instantly subsided.
Barren mountains, long rivers, ancient cities, and setting sun all merged into his body.
Mountains and rivers enter the body.
He was granted the title of Marquis.
He looked as if he were draped in a burning battle robe.
With each step, crimson-gold cracks appeared in the void.
He no longer uses his domain to intimidate others.
Instead, they chose the most direct and brutal close-quarters combat.
Because he knew that continuing to deplete his domain would only lead to its constant wear and tear from the crimson karmic fire behind the Blood Shadow.
Only when it's close to the body.
Only by using the power gained from burning true intent at the mid-stage of the Marquisate can one forcibly tear open the Blood Shadow.
Qin Xuanxiao struck down with his palm.
Within the palm of his hand, mountains and rivers were compressed into a seal.
Blood Shadow Eight Arms charged forward.
boom--!
In the center of the White Pagoda ruins, the ground collapsed again.
Crimson gold mountains and rivers and dark gold fist energy exploded simultaneously.
The shockwave swept in all directions.
The isolation array set up by the Zhenxing Army flickered wildly and was almost shattered.
Qin Xuanxiao followed up with his second palm strike.
The third palm strike.
The fourth palm strike.
Each palm strike was like a burning sacred mountain crashing down.
Blood Shadow Eight Arms unleashed a series of attacks.
Each punch carried the collapsing power of a desolate wasteland.
Red lotus flames entwined around the fist.
With each collision, a tear would appear in Qin Xuanxiao's Mountain and River Battle Robe.
But Qin Xuanxiao did not back down.
He braved the crimson lotus flames and forced his way close to the Blood Shadow.
He slapped the blood-red figure in the face.
That palm strike wasn't meant to kill.
It was to remove the mask.
Blood Shadow's eyes suddenly turned cold.
Two dark gold arms crossed to block.
boom!
The palm print of mountains and rivers exploded.
The other six arms simultaneously slammed towards Qin Xuanxiao's chest.
Qin Xuanxiao gritted his teeth and surprisingly neither dodged nor avoided the attack.
He took six punches head-on with his Mountain and River Battle Robe, while his right hand transformed into a claw, grabbing at the edge of the Blood Shadow Mask.
Click.
He actually managed to tear a tiny crack into the edge of the blood-red mask.
The outside world had not yet seen what had happened.
Gu Changye suddenly stood up straight.
"Does he want to tear off his mask?"
His eyes lit up instantly.
But the next moment, he narrowed his eyes slightly.
"No."
"It's not just a mask."
Qin Xuanxiao sensed something was wrong.
Above the White Pagoda.
Qin Xuanxiao only managed to tear a corner of the mask.
Before it could be torn open, the star bone inside Blood Shadow's body shone brightly.
An even heavier force emanated from the dark gold star bone.
boom!
Qin Xuanxiao's palm was shaken away.
Blood Shadow punched him in the chest.
The battle robe was dented on the spot.
Qin Xuanxiao coughed up blood again.
But as he retreated, he raised his hand and crushed a communication talisman hidden in his palm.
That was a bloodline communication talisman of the Qin family's patriarch level.
It was able to bypass most of the area's blockade and transmit the crucial information he saw before his death back to the Qin family's ancestral land.
But just as the message symbol was about to light up...
Blood Shadow raised his hand.
Pointing out with one finger.
The dark gold energy transformed into a heavy point of light, which landed directly on the communication talisman.
Click.
The communication talisman shattered.
Qin Xuanxiao's pupils suddenly contracted.
Blood Shadow looked at him.
"What do you want to send?"
Qin Xuanxiao's face turned ashen.
"You really are afraid of others finding out!"
Blood Shadow took a step forward.
The karmic fire of the Red Lotus ignited completely behind him.
Its eight arms and dark gold body made it seem like a god or demon descending to earth.
"Know?"
"What right do you have to know?"
Qin Xuanxiao was so angry that he laughed instead.
"Okay, okay, okay!"
"Then I'll tear you apart myself!"
He suddenly opened his arms.
Behind him, the burning Shanhe Hou Domain began to collapse inward.
The crimson sun fell into the desolate mountains.
The long river flows backward into the ancient city.
The true meaning of all fields has shrunk to a single point.
Gu Changye's expression changed for the first time.
"Is he going to destroy his own territory?"
Marquis Zhenxing also suddenly stood up.
"Qin Xuanxiao has gone mad."
In the Elders' Council projection, one of the elders lost his voice:
"Shanhe Burial Day!"
"He actually intends to use the mountains and rivers to bury the sun!"
"This is a deadly move that will result in mutual destruction!"
Above the White Pagoda.
Qin Xuanxiao's battle robe, adorned with mountains and rivers, crumbled inch by inch.
His skin also began to crack.
Blood seeped from the wrinkles, but was immediately evaporated by the true essence of crimson gold.
He no longer intends to hold back.
They don't intend to walk away unscathed.
He would bury Blood Shadow in this territory at the cost of the self-destruction of the Mountain and River Marquisate.
Even if we can't kill him, we must tear through the blood shadow.
We also need to see clearly what this blood-red shadow actually is.
Qin Xuanxiao's voice was hoarse:
"The Blood-Faced Ancient Cultivator!"
"To be buried with me in this land!"
boom!
The entire burning mountain and river domain collapsed inward.
The barren mountain collapsed.
The long river flows backward.
The crimson sun self-destructed.
The power of all domains coalesced into an enormous furnace of mountains and rivers, completely enveloping the Blood Shadow.
In that instant, the entire ruins of the white tower were engulfed by crimson-gold light.
Song Li cried out in surprise.
Ning Wushuang's expression changed drastically.
The elders all stood up at the same time.
Even Zhenxinghou took half a step forward.
If this attack were to explode completely, not only the Blood Shadow, but the entire area surrounding the White Tower could be engulfed in it.
It could be found in that furnace of crimson mountains and rivers.
Blood Shadow raised his head.
The eight-armed, dark gold body fully materialized in an instant.
It's not a phantom.
It's not a prototype.
Rather, it was a brief, complete manifestation supported by the remote power supply of the Extreme Star Furnace, the projection of the star skeleton, and the Red Lotus Karmic Fire.
The Great Brahma Body that Destroys the World.
Although it wasn't the real person who appeared.
Although it was only a brief moment for the Blood Shadow to bear the burden.
Yet it still caused the entire crimson gold furnace to suddenly freeze.
Behind the blood-red shadow, the karmic fire of the Pure World Red Lotus burst forth.
That fire was still not a magical spell.
It is not a spiritual fire.
It is not an ordinary true qi flame.
Rather, it is a terrifying phenomenon that manifests when the extreme blood and qi, the stellar skeleton, and the physical body are subjected to friction, destruction, and compression, exceeding the current level's carrying capacity.
The red lotus blooms.
The outer layer of the Crimson Gold Mountain and River Furnace began to burn like paper.
Qin Xuanxiao's pupils contracted to their maximum size.
"impossible……"
Blood Shadow's eight arms clenched their fists simultaneously.
All the red lotus flames converged towards the fist.
The vast wilderness was utterly desolate.
boom--!
This punch slammed into the core of the mountains and rivers that bury the sun.
It was not an external attack.
Instead, it collapses the entire self-destructive domain from within.
The red golden sun collapsed.
The barren mountain was pulverized.
The long river has ceased to flow.
Qin Xuanxiao's almost suicidal attack was forcefully pierced through the core by Blood Shadow.
The crimson flames of karma surged upwards, following the true meaning of mountains and rivers.
Qin Xuanxiao's body was instantly engulfed by the Red Lotus Karmic Fire.
He let out a muffled groan and fell from mid-air, crashing heavily into the ruins of the White Tower.
boom!
Smoke and dust billowed into the sky.
The territory of the Marquis of Shanhe has completely collapsed.
The crimson light dissipated.
In the center of the ruins of the White Pagoda, only two figures remained.
One stop.
One kneel.
Standing there was a man in a black robe with a blood-red face.
The eight-armed phantom slowly dissipated.
The karmic fire of the Red Lotus still burns in the background.
The one kneeling is Qin Xuanxiao.
Half of his body was charred black.
The battle robes of the mountains and rivers are shattered.
The chest has collapsed.
One hand was supporting him on the ground, his knuckles trembling.
But he was still alive.
He struggled to lift his head and looked at the blood-red shadow.
The haughtiness that once filled those aged eyes was gone.
All that remained was shock.
panic.
There's one last shred of madness left.
His lips trembled, as if he wanted to say something.
Blood Shadow walked step by step towards him.
The black robe fell to the ground.
The blood-red mask hung low.
His voice was low, hoarse, and cold.
"Last words?"