Sun's Fairy Way

Chapter 1095: The Collision between the Late Nascent Soul and the Fourth-Rank Superior (Part ) (Please subscribe and collect)
His seemingly gentle words were filled with determination, and he would not tolerate any rebuttal from others. The biggest supporter of his confidence was his own strength. The person who came was none other than an eighth-level Nascent Soul cultivator from the royal family of the Tang Dynasty.

The cultivators of the same level never take the Ghost King seriously, especially when the two sides need to have a head-on collision. Under normal circumstances, the cultivators usually have an absolute advantage.

"Sir, do you want to intervene in this battle? I may not be your opponent, but I am not someone who can be bullied without resistance. How about giving this mid-Nascent Soul cultivator to me as blood food, and then we can part ways?"

The Fourth Grade Superior Ghost King's words at this moment seemed to be unyielding, but his original determination to win had already begun to fade.

"Humph, you guys wantonly invaded the cultivation world and slaughtered a large number of fellow practitioners. I am a late Nascent Soul cultivator of the Tang Dynasty royal family. How can I watch all this happen? Blood debt must be paid with blood. Don't you know the reputation of the Tang Dynasty royal family?"

"Fellow Daoist, feel free to leave. I have just learned a fourth-grade, top-grade magic inheritance, and I will experiment with it here today."

The cultivator at the eighth level of the Nascent Soul stage appeared to be full of confidence, and took on all the hostility from the fourth-rank upper-grade ghost king.

"I will evacuate first. I wish you all the best in killing the powerful enemy."

Although Sun Mingsheng is not a match for a fourth-grade upper-class ghost king, this is based on the gap in rank between the two sides, and he does not have the slightest fear of him.

Of course, he was not stubborn. He had a clear understanding of the situation before him and disappeared into the distance without any hesitation.

"Boom, boom, boom"

Sun Mingsheng had just left for only a few miles away from the place where the eighth-level Nascent Soul cultivator and the fourth-rank upper-grade Ghost King were confronting each other, when there came a series of earth-shaking noises.

The aftermath of the battle also turned into different forms of power that shot out in all directions. At least hundreds of forces appeared around Sun Mingsheng and accidentally injured him. This power was obviously not enough to cause too much negative trouble to Sun Mingsheng. Flames automatically appeared around him and turned into fire snakes that took the initiative to attack. The two annihilated each other and turned into groups of the purest power that dissipated between heaven and earth, unable to become any form of threat again.

"The Nascent Soul Eighth Stage cultivator and the Fourth Stage High-Quality Ghost King are both the most outstanding beings standing at the top of this world. There aren't many scenes of them fighting each other, so it can be considered an opportunity."

"It's possible that we can fish in troubled waters. If the fourth-rank high-quality ghost king fails and is severely injured or even dies, the impact on the ghost nest can be imagined."

Judging the situation has always been one of Sun Mingsheng's greatest advantages. He has never been too afraid of potential opportunities or dangers.

The figure who was originally trying to escape from the ghost nest suddenly changed direction and went in another direction. He tried his best to hide his breath and quietly observed the progress and development of the battle.

Of course, Sun Mingsheng never left the defense line too far. Under normal circumstances, an eighth-level Nascent Soul cultivator from the royal family of the Tang Dynasty would most likely win this battle.

But there is no certainty of victory in the world, especially in a ghost nest, where all kinds of potential accidents are likely to occur. Sun Mingsheng must ensure that if other accidents occur that lead to the defeat of the eighth-level Nascent Soul cultivator, he can try to appear outside the defense line as soon as possible.

In the core of the battlefield between a cultivator and a ghost king, a fourth-rank superior ghost king was surrounded by a number of palm-sized scimitars that were spinning and shooting out, madly cutting towards the eighth-level Nascent Soul cultivator named Tang as if they were free.

The other insects, which were larger than the pubic lice spirit insects but had similar facial features, bit the Tang monk in different places. Every time these pubic lice spirit insects bit, they would leave thumb-sized wounds on the golden defensive light shield outside the body of the Tang monk at the eighth level of the Nascent Soul.

Although every wound was in a state of rapid recovery under the flow of light and did not cause any trouble, the impact and weakening of the entire light shield was clearly visible.

"A dignified fourth-rank upper-grade ghost king only has these few tricks. With such a level of skill, he dares to wreak havoc in the cultivation world. Isn't he offering himself to be slaughtered?"

After the eighth-level Nascent Soul cultivator had experienced the Ghost King's abilities to a certain extent, he revealed a sarcastic smile and spoke in a mocking tone.

He was seen clapping his hands lightly together, and more than ten light circles jumped up in a regular pattern from his ten fingers in a very orderly manner.

The width and size of each aperture also increased rapidly, and its diameter only stopped when it was about ten feet. The ten apertures were connected end to end, and each of them emitted a huge attraction, targeting the continuously wreaking havoc on the lancet.

Under the guidance of this force, the scalpels, like lost children who have come to their senses, happily merged into the mother's arms and disappeared.

Once each aperture disappears, it will never reappear a second time. Each aperture is like a gluttonous beast that can never fill its stomach and accepts all comers. Every time a willow leaf flying knife disappears, a layer of faint mark will appear on the corresponding aperture.

The attack from the fourth-grade upper-class ghost king not only did not cause him any substantial injuries, but instead turned into a lot of tonic.

"Water of the Yellow Spring, come!"

The fourth-grade superior ghost king was naturally extremely dissatisfied with such a difficult situation. After his expression changed several times, he seemed to have finally made some kind of decision.

It happened in a flash. Before the Nascent Soul cultivator surnamed Tang could recover from the success of refining the scimitar, a thick liquid with no source or head but entirely pitch black in color transformed into a pitch-black barrier, targeting the eighth-level Nascent Soul cultivator surnamed Tang and directly surrounded him layer by layer.

The Water of Yellow Spring comes from the Yellow Spring Realm, and it can be said to be the fundamental factor for the continued existence and improvement of the entire Ghost Nest. If it is in the Yellow Spring Realm, the Water of Yellow Spring is naturally not lacking. Moreover, as the Yellow Spring River runs through the entire Yellow Spring Realm, its water flow is almost continuous and endless.

But in the world of cultivation, the situation is completely different. The Yellow Spring Water can only be drawn through special means through the channel connecting the two worlds, and in limited quantities, most of it is needed to replenish the operation of the Ghost Nest and the Blood Pool.

As a fourth-rank high-quality ghost king, he can certainly make temporary deployments, but after the war, he will still need to use his own magic power and use his great magical powers to replenish them one by one.

Yellow Spring Water comes from the Yellow Spring Realm and has the natural effect of corroding, freezing, and delaying the souls of cultivators. During a duel between cultivators in the late Nascent Soul stage, this moment of trance is enough to determine the direction of the subsequent battle.

"Magic Gourd, Magic Gourd, today is the time for you to have a good meal."

(End of this chapter)