Sizzle!
The Immortal Daoist's spirit body had an icy expression. He pointed into the air and drew a path of the Great Dao, which actually evolved into a crimson immortal sword. It rang out with a clang, and its sword energy spread out in all directions, cutting across the area!
The next moment, blood gushed into the sky, bones and tendons snapped, and all nine arms were severed by the crimson immortal sword, falling to the ground.
"Ah..." the purple-haired ancestral king screamed in agony. The intense pain made his vision go black, and he almost fainted!
The Immortal Daoist floated over, swift as lightning, and slammed his palm down on the three heads. The three heads shattered simultaneously like rotten watermelons, turning into clouds of blood mist.
Then, the spirit of the Undying Daoist who had killed the Purple-Haired Ancestral King once again entered the Human Emperor Banner.
"The Undying Daoist is indeed very useful!" Nangong Zheng nodded in satisfaction. He was very pleased with this spirit body. As expected of a terrifying spirit body at the Saint King level, it could kill ordinary Saint Ancestral Kings as easily as killing chickens!
At that moment, a flash of light appeared between Nangong Zheng's brows, and a small tree flew out and landed on the purple-haired man's abdomen.
The sapling had several tentacles extending from its roots, taking root in its flesh. A continuous stream of light shot from the corpse into the sapling, which was surrounded by various divine lights. That was the ancestral king's essence being extracted!
Auspicious colors filled the air, celestial mists surged, and various ancient symbols emerged from the tree. Clearly, this was an immense blessing for the sapling!
"Continue searching for the Ancestral King!" Nangong Zheng left this mine and headed towards the other mines.
Unfortunately, after appearing for half an hour, he hadn't seen a single ancient creature.
"What happened? Where are the ancient creatures from Zishan?" Nangong Zheng asked in surprise.
Logically, there should be many ancient creatures in Zishan Mountain, and they should be densely distributed, so this shouldn't be the case.
"No need to search anymore, there are basically no ancient beings left." At this moment, the voice of the Primordial Bell God rang out lazily.
Nangong Zheng was startled, then speechless, never expecting that the Wushi Bell had been secretly watching him all along.
Suddenly, he realized the root of the problem: the Boundless Bell had rung several times in the past few years because various forces attacked Purple Mountain. On that occasion, all the Ancestral Kings should have been expelled.
"You're a bit strange, kid. You actually let a plant devour the essence of life. Could you be a descendant of the Ruthless Great Emperor?!" asked the God of the Beginningless Bell.
"Senior, I can't be considered a successor of the ruthless man; I just happen to have mastered a portion of his legacy," Nangong Zheng said.
"Strange, you possess the Devouring Demon Jar, yet you are not a successor of the Ruthless Great Emperor," the God of the Beginningless Bell said leisurely.
The Devouring Demon Jar inside the Human Emperor Banner could not be hidden from him. The Boundless Bell naturally saw through the truth. The most terrifying thing inside the Human Emperor Banner was the supreme imperial weapon, the Devouring Demon Jar.
"You've been to the Sacred Cliff? And you actually refined that old ghost into a spirit, making him fight for you!" The God of the Beginningless Bell asked with great interest.
"Yes, the spirit that attacked just now was a wisp of the Immortal Daoist's remnant soul!" Nangong Zheng replied.
"You did well. That old ghost, the Undying Daoist, actually managed to get a wisp of his remnant soul into your hands. Back then, even the Great Emperor had to go through a lot of trouble to suppress him. If that old guy, the Undying Emperor, knew, he would probably be so angry that he would come back to life!" The God of the Beginningless Bell laughed, seemingly quite pleased.
"Senior, are there still ancient ancestral kings?!" Nangong Zheng hurriedly asked.
"There are two more Dao Slayers and one Ancestral King!" The Wushi Bell rang out, and then an ancient map appeared in front of Nangong Zheng, outlining several locations.
Following the directions given by the God of the Beginningless Bell, Nangong Zheng entered and exited several mines, using small trees to devour the essence of an Ancestral King and a Dao Slayer.
boom!
The sapling glowed, shrouded in a white, ethereal mist, its leaves shimmering like stars in the fog.
At this moment, the sapling was different. The sound of chanting could be faintly heard, spreading a profound truth of the Great Dao, accompanied by an astonishing holy power!
"Incredible! Your little tree has advanced and become a sacred artifact!" The voice of the Boundless Bell God rang out with a hint of surprise.
Suddenly, Nangong Zheng sensed a vague will taking shape within the sapling.
"A deity was born without undergoing a tribulation of lightning!" the Wushi Bell exclaimed in surprise.
"An advanced sacred weapon has been created, and a god has been born!" Nangong Zheng was pleasantly surprised. This was an unexpected joy. The little tree had now become a sacred weapon, and his strength had leaped forward once again!
Nangong Zheng scratched the tip of his finger, letting a drop of blood drip into it, then began refining the sapling again to strengthen his connection with it.
The sapling, though not tall, appeared majestic and imposing, radiating an inviolable sacred aura that seemed to crush the eternal blue sky!
Within the sapling, a deity was born, an immortal will emerged, and it officially became an immortal holy weapon!
Immediately, he sat down cross-legged, the sapling floating above his head, full of vitality and radiating chaotic energy, as if branded into the void, releasing immortal light.
Nangong Zheng chanted the true scriptures, and the Devouring Heaven Demon Art and the Undying Heaven Art were all recited by him, transforming into symbols of the Great Dao, which were incomparably brilliant, and entered the tree body, entering the vague will within the tree body.
He wanted the sapling to cultivate demonic arts, evolve more quickly and effectively, and realize his idea of a "plant version of the Devouring Heaven Demonic Arts".
Nangong Zheng sat there silently, continuously reciting the profound meaning of the Great Dao.
Time flies, and half a year has passed.
As he preached the Dharma to the sapling, his mind attained clarity, and he even entered enlightenment.
He kept deducing the secret of the character "斗" in his mind, and the way he moved his hands had a natural charm. He was evolving his own Great Dao.
As the sapling rises and falls, the great principles of nature, the secrets of the character "临" (lin), and various other things constantly emerge in its heart, endlessly recurring and evolving.
Nangong Zheng was completely calm. Each move and stance evolved within his mind, giving him a state of detachment from worldly affairs.
Furthermore, he possesses an ethereal harmony with nature, a sense of being one with the universe, and naturally embodies the Dao!
Before long, his body emitted a protective divine light, seemingly untouched by any magic or evil.
Through profound sublimation, he experienced a mysterious, harmonious feeling in harmony with his own Dao. He silently deduced, his movements flowing like clouds and water, very natural, yet like a gazelle hanging its horns, leaving no trace.
He created his own technique!
"Let's experiment with it!" He had a slight thought. The Boundless Bell had previously revealed the location of the ancient clan's hiding place. He had used the small tree to absorb the essence of a Dao Slayer and an Ancestral King. Now that there was another Dao Slayer, he could use it to experiment!
Not long after, he found the last Dao Slayer of the ancient clan. The last Dao Slayer had not yet awakened and was still in the Divine Source!
boom!
The next moment, he crushed the divine source with a single palm strike, reviving the ancient clan's Dao Slayer from its dormancy.
"Awooo..." The Ancient Ancestor's Dao Slayer was extremely ferocious, roaring as he charged over.
At this moment, the Great Dao resonated, and many peach blossoms flew out beside Nangong Zheng, each petal crystal clear and pink, falling in a colorful shower.
Petals fluttered down and fell into the body of the ancient clan's Dao Slayer, where they miraculously formed a seven-colored flower. The flower grew rapidly, and the life force, primordial spirit, and essence of the ancient clan's Dao Slayer were all drained into the flower. The ancient clan's Dao Slayer was completely drained, devoid of any life force, and finally condensed into a "celestial peach".
"Divine power, flowers bloom in an instant!" Nangong Zheng muttered to himself, naming the technique he created in this way.
This supernatural power can summon peach blossoms that devour the enemy's life force, primordial spirit, vital energy, and essence. In the end, the peach blossoms wither and condense into immortal peaches containing life force, leaving the enemy utterly annihilated. The caster can increase their cultivation and lifespan by consuming the immortal peaches.
After consuming the immortal peach, Nangong Zheng felt that his cultivation level had increased slightly and his lifespan had also increased a little. Of course, since he was already a half-saint, the immortal peach did not provide him with much benefit.
Wushizhong was somewhat surprised, not expecting that this young man, who was only a half-saint, had created such a terrifying law!
"Senior, farewell..." Nangong Zheng has been staying in Zishan for more than half a year. Now that he has made considerable progress, there is no point in staying any longer. He chooses to bid farewell and leave to pursue sainthood.
As soon as Nangong Zheng left Zishan, he saw a familiar figure.
It was a tall, imposing middle-aged man in purple robes, with an extraordinary bearing; he was none other than the Holy Lord of the Purple Palace.
"Brother Nangong, you've finally appeared. Zixia... did she obtain the Wushi Sutra?" the Purple Mansion Saint Master asked expectantly.