Let you simulate life, but you change fate every time?! Chapter 1007 - 530: Eighth Life: Blood Dao Escape Technique, Demonic Phantoms!_3
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Joy rather than anger filled him as he extended a single hand, summoning a white bone soul banner into his possession.
Demonic cultivators regard soul banners as indispensable tools.
In contrast to the Taixuan Sect Ancestor's Dragon Bone Soul-Slaying Banner, the white bone soul banner clutched by Blood Nether Old Ghost gleamed with a crystal-clear sheen, radiating an alarming sacred artifact aura.
Evidently, this banner held a superior rank, a true Void Dao Sacred Artifact!
Blood Nether Old Ghost gripped the white bone soul banner, giving it a subtle shake, which promptly stirred an eerie gale and dispersed a bloody fog, converting the surroundings into a ghostly realm.
From the thick blood fog, anguished cries reverberated.
It felt like myriad spirits were shrieking, every soul in torment, igniting inner turmoil and unleashing a torrent of dark sentiments within.
Next, Blood Nether Old Ghost advanced one step, merging into the ghostly realm, rendering it challenging for Lu Yuan to spot him swiftly.
"Are you trying to stall for time, hoping other Dao lineage experts will arrive?"
Confronting this devious and sly adversary, Lu Yuan considered it highly vexing.
Though, based on his senses.
Blood Nether Old Ghost’s actual fighting strength could barely equal Chi Song Daoist’s.
Yet his combat expertise was profoundly deep and tempered, vastly outstripping Chi Song Daoist.
Even possessing higher cultivation, he evaded direct clashes, purposely dragging out the encounter, trapping Lu Yuan in a bind.
Such prudence alone exceeded that of most Void Dao Saint Masters.
"Kid, I’m not an ignorant fool like Chi Song Daoist. If you hand over the True Dragon Divine Medicine to me now, I’ll turn and leave, and definitely won’t harm your life."
"But if you persist in your folly, don’t blame me for being ruthless and vicious."
Blood Nether Old Ghost’s voice blended amid the waves of wailing, sounding vague and intangible, blocking Lu Yuan from tracing its source.
"Do you really think hiding in the spectral domain prevents me from dealing with you?"
A chill swept into Lu Yuan’s eyes, as he chose to eliminate Blood Nether Old Ghost rapidly rather than prolong the struggle.
In the instant that followed.
With a faint shift in his mind.
A cluster of five-colored sacred flame abruptly materialized from nothingness, unleashing dreadful warmth.
Circulating with five-hued divine glow, this flame appeared poised to cleanse the worldly realm, scorching away every trace of defilement and obscurity.
The moment it brushed against the blood fog shrouding the ghostly realm, it flared up at once, spurring the blaze to swell and engulfing the whole spectral domain in a fiery ocean.
Beneath the ferocious inferno.
Innumerable ghost thralls howled in despair, reduced to cinders in an instant.
The ghostly realm’s scope swiftly contracted, erasing itself entirely in a flash.
"Is that the Purifying Lotus Heart Fire of the Great Sun Zen Sect? How did you acquire this technique?"
Shock and rage seized Blood Nether Old Ghost; dreading the five-colored sacred flame’s reach, he was compelled to step out from the spectral domain.
Right as he emerged.
An icy crimson beam plunged from overhead, cleaving directly toward him.
But tempered by endless deadly skirmishes, Blood Nether Old Ghost anticipated the assault, casually hoisting the white bone soul banner to parry it with ease.
Yet at once.
Yet another five-hued precious lotus unfurled gradually in the emptiness, emanating mighty sealing force, striving to overpower and bind him.
"The five-colored treasure lotus of the Great Sun Zen Sect?"
Blood Nether Old Ghost sneered disdainfully, and with a minor mental impulse, a translucent bone seal burst forth from his brow.
The bone seal, scarcely larger than a palm, bore upon its face a multitude of blood dao inscriptions, pulsing with formidable energy.
Upon its emergence.
It unleashed a fierce bloody radiance, solidly quelling the five-colored treasure lotus and stripping it of any menace.
"It’s useless. Even the Zen Saint Monk couldn’t do anything to me back then, and you, a loose cultivator, dare to attempt to seal him?"
With contempt, Blood Nether Old Ghost eyed Lu Yuan, precisely encountering Lu Yuan’s frozen stare.
In that instant.
His heart lurched, abruptly gripped by a profound aura of mortal peril for no discernible cause.
For within the depths of Lu Yuan’s eyes, a Supreme Divine Sword seemed to emerge.
This sacred blade was refined and compact, a mere three inches in size.
Nonetheless, its edge distinctly etched the inscription Godslaying.
The very second he beheld this divine sword, peril surged upon him, prompting him to swiftly invoke his survival arts.
Regrettably.
It proved too late.
As this blade embodied a paramount divine method from the Self-Cutting Sword Dao.
Through a single notion, it could fell the foe in a heartbeat, affording Blood Nether Old Ghost no moment or chance to counter!