activa-t Chapter 402 Planning
Chapter 402 Planning
As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Changsheng's blood and qi on his body surface rapidly solidified, forming a lifelike phantom of a blood-red ancient ape. The phantom was covered with a layer of stubborn Purple Yang True Fire, which continuously eroded his blood and qi as it burned.
However, Lin Changsheng's internal energy and blood were abundant. With continuous stimulation, a continuous stream of light red energy surged out, showing no signs of depletion in a short period of time, which was enough to counteract the Purple Yang True Fire for a long time.
"Such abundant and vigorous qi and blood power, it seems that the body refining technique this person cultivates must be extremely extraordinary. I haven't seen such a fourth-level body refining realm in many years."
Under the glow of the purple flames, Wen Shuyi's expression shifted between light and shadow, sensing a predicament.
I originally thought that this villain Zhang Meng was just acting arrogantly because he was a late-stage Golden Core cultivator.
Unexpectedly, this person was shrewd despite his rough exterior, possessing a fourth-level body refinement realm as his trump card.
He knew that someone who could master fourth-tier techniques as a trump card at the Golden Core stage was probably no ordinary person.
Ziyang Zhenjun was also a person who was good at forbearance. After his body was damaged by Guigu Zhenjun and his nascent soul left his body to escape, he hid all the way and even guarded against his partner Huangsha Zhenjun.
Even after successfully possessing a body, he carefully concealed his true identity. Even when he made several moves, he only did so after revealing his Nascent Soul abilities, eliminating all potential threats. Therefore, no one else ever knew that he was a Nascent Soul cultivator who had possessed another body and was now cultivating again.
Zhang Meng, despite possessing fourth-order body-refining techniques and having combat strength comparable to a Nascent Soul True Monarch, has remained a mystery to the Gunzhou region for many years.
Ziyang Zhenjun instantly understood that this villain Zhang Meng was probably the same kind of person as him, and all those who knew his methods had died and disappeared.
Lin Changsheng clearly had no intention of holding back. As his blood and qi surged, he swung the ancient and heavy nine-toothed rake in his hand, leaving behind a series of black afterimages, and attacked with killing intent.
Wen Shuyi was on high alert, her expression solemn. However, because she was activating the Purple Sun True Fire, she was unable to concentrate on gathering the Purple Sun Sword Qi. She had no choice but to hurriedly take out several high-quality third-tier magic weapons from her storage bag to defend herself.
Several colorful magical artifacts struck in succession, each radiating brilliant colors, and each strike was equivalent to the attack of a late-stage Golden Core cultivator.
Lin Changsheng effortlessly wielded his Nine-Toothed Rake, calmly deflecting each incoming magical weapon and neutralizing its attack. Then, like an enraged ancient ape, he charged forward, braving the Purple Sun True Fire, directly towards Wen Shuyi's true form.
"Zhang Meng, do you really think that just because you're at the fourth level of Body Refinement, you can take me down?"
Wen Shuyi roared, and then the semi-dormant nascent soul within his golden core suddenly inhaled a large amount of golden core energy to nourish itself. Subsequently, the nascent soul energy leaked out, revealing an aura of power unique to a Nascent Soul True Monarch.
Just as he was about to unleash his ultimate life-saving technique, he suddenly felt a dizzying sensation before his eyes, as if the world was spinning, and even his hand movements became slightly sluggish.
In a daze, behind the phantom of the ancient ape that Lin Changsheng had transformed into, Wen Shuyi vaguely saw a black moth that looked like a ghost, with an eerie human face seemingly between its wings.
"Oh no... a fourth-tier demon king!"
"puff……"
Wen Shuyi forcibly circulated her magic power, spitting out a mouthful of blood, finally unaffected by that massive mental interference.
After a moment of clarity, all he could see was the menacing Zhang Meng; there was no trace of Black Moth. Yet, a sense of fear welled up within him.
"Fellow Daoist Zhang Meng, please stop! I'm willing..."
Wen Shuyi was anxious and had no time to use any more methods or even to beg for mercy before she was severely injured by the nine-toothed rake, which weighed more than a thousand pounds.
After a piercing scream.
The protective armor within his body could mitigate some of the damage, but it still couldn't prevent the full power of Lin Changsheng's fourth-level body refinement realm from causing a visible dent in his chest.
Wen Shuyi's newly formed Nascent Soul power was shattered by this attack.
"Not only do you possess the fourth-order Body Refinement Realm, but you also have a fourth-order Demon King by your side. Fellow Daoist, you are still one step ahead. I admit defeat."
"With such skills, I wonder what your previous Daoist name was?"
As soon as Wen Shuyi spoke, blood mixed with internal organs spurted out, and her words seemed to regard Zhang Meng as a cultivator of the same level.
He didn't care much about his own broken and dying body.
At this moment, he was absolutely certain that Zhang Meng was very likely a reincarnation of a Nascent Soul True Monarch, just like him. Otherwise, he would not have such abilities, and could even command a fourth-order demon king.
"Hehe, now that things have come to this, let Fellow Daoist Ziyang die knowing why. I will not change my name or surname, and my Daoist title will be 'True Lord of Heavenly Poison'."
"Whether it's Fairy Shen or the Nascent Soul spiritual items prepared by Fellow Daoist, I, the True Lord, will gladly accept them all."
Lin Changsheng chuckled, swung his nine-toothed rake, and unleashed a burst of blood energy at Wen Shuyi, raising his hand to annihilate her completely.
"Well done, Heavenly Poison True Lord! I will remember this. I will definitely seek justice for the damage done to my body today."
A voice filled with hatred and anger rang out, and suddenly Wen Shuyi's golden core exploded, from which a wisp of pale purple light shot out and flew into the distance without stopping.
In the blink of an eye, he had already flown more than a hundred feet away, his speed far exceeding that of an ordinary early-stage Nascent Soul cultivator.
"Fellow Daoist Lin, True Monarch Ziyang knows your secret; you must not let him leave so easily!"
Seeing that Lin Changsheng remained unmoved, Shen Wenyao, disregarding her surprise, flew to his side and anxiously tried to persuade him.
In less than the time it takes to eat a meal, although she had witnessed many of Lin Changsheng's methods, she still hadn't quite grasped what was happening.
He felt that after Ziyang Zhenjun escaped, he would surely be spying on him in secret, causing endless trouble, and thus he was very worried.
"It's alright. Since Lin has seen through his true identity and planned ahead, he will naturally not give up leaving."
Lin Changsheng spoke calmly, as if he were in complete control.
While speaking, he also collected all the storage bags on Wen Shuyi's body, as well as the several exquisite magical artifacts and purple pearl magic treasures scattered around.
Under Lin Changsheng's reassurance, Shen Wenyao's anxiety seemed to ease somewhat.
……
"This True Monarch has spent many years painstakingly training such a suitable body. Just when I thought I could return to the Nascent Soul realm and have a chance to join forces with the Blood Demon Palace to take revenge on the Ghost Valley True Monarch, it was ruined by that 'Heavenly Poison True Monarch'! How hateful!"
"Now that the nascent soul has left the body again, it will not only cause secondary damage, but also waste time once more."
"What a 'Heavenly Poison True Monarch'! I must investigate this man's deeds in life. With such methods, he was probably no ordinary person. It would be best to contact his enemies and eliminate him before he becomes too powerful!"
Years of hard work had come to naught, and at this moment, True Lord Ziyang was filled with hatred, but he dared not linger here any longer.
Before possessing Wen Shuyi's body, he had several backup options. Now that he has left his body again, those candidates he had chosen long ago are coming in handy.
Having made up his mind, True Lord Ziyang immediately flew off in a certain direction.
Suddenly, within a radius of several hundred feet, specks of dark green light appeared.
For a moment, the buzzing sound of flapping wings could be heard incessantly.
Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be countless light gray beetles gathered together, emanating a greenish aura from their bodies, like clusters of green flames, gradually converging to form a huge cloud of insects that enveloped Ziyang Zhenjun's nascent soul.
For some reason, those wisps of green flames made his nascent soul feel a strange palpitation.
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