strokinit Chapter 613: Were you satisfied with this performance?
Chapter 613: Were you satisfied with this performance?
Niu Ben pointed out.
That wisp of primordial power was silent and stealthy, yet it seemed to have bypassed the sword energy and the holy might, falling directly into the deepest part of the Primordial Purple Qi.
The remaining marks within the purple aura twisted violently.
It felt like being forcibly pulled out of the fog.
Tongtian's gaze sharpened.
The Supreme Being slightly raised his eyes.
Yuanshi Tianzun also sensed that something was wrong.
That mark was not simply a trace of the Dao.
It seemed very scared.
But what it feared was not the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation, but the Primordial Chaos Power contained in Niu Ben's finger.
"interesting."
Niu Ben spoke calmly.
"They dared to withstand even the power of the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Qi, but they wanted to run away when they saw my magic power."
"It seems that what's behind you knows that the Primordial Chaos Dao is your weakness."
The words fell.
The primordial purple energy suddenly trembled.
The illusory figure was finally forced to reveal its outline by Niu Ben's magic power.
In an instant, an extremely ancient aura emanated from it.
That aura did not belong to the present primordial world.
It does not belong to the Heavenly Saints.
It seems to have come from the depths of chaos before the creation of the world.
The Supreme Lord's expression finally changed.
The Primordial Celestial Venerable said in a deep voice, "The aura of chaos."
Tongtian sneered.
"Hidden for so long, turns out to be a remnant of chaos."
"I don't care who you are, I'll cut off this mark on you first."
The four swords of Zhuxian trembled simultaneously.
The sword energy was as vast as the sea.
Countless killing runes surged within the formation, transforming into a sword shadow that reached the heavens and the earth.
Before the sword fell, the void had already collapsed inch by inch.
Those powerful rogue cultivators who had already retreated to the farthest reaches of the earth turned pale and began to retreat frantically once more.
"The Tongtian Sect is getting serious!"
"If this sword strikes, even an ordinary quasi-saint would likely not be able to withstand the aftershocks!"
"This battle for purple aura today is beyond our ability to witness."
Haotian's face was gloomy.
He gazed at the primordial purple aura within the Zhuxian Sword Formation, still feeling resentful.
But after Niu Ben appeared, he knew that it was almost impossible for the Heavenly Court to seize the Purple Qi.
The Three Pure Ones are terrifying enough.
Add another beef.
Anyone who takes on this situation is out of their mind.
Zhunti gripped the Seven Treasures Tree tightly, his face equally grim.
Jieyin whispered, "Junior brother, step back a bit."
Zhunti gritted his teeth and said, "Retreat? If we retreat any further, this Primordial Purple Qi will be completely gone."
He sighed in response.
"Auspicious purple clouds may not necessarily indicate a true opportunity."
Zhunti's eyes flashed.
He naturally knew that the purple aura was strange.
Even if it is a trap, it is a trap made of Primordial Purple Qi.
The West has been poor for too long.
So poor that even knowing there might be a pit ahead, you still want to reach out and touch it first.
On the demon race's side.
Donghuang Taiyi held the Chaos Bell in one hand, his eyes surging with fighting spirit.
"This purple aura is getting increasingly strange."
Di Jun squinted and said, "It's normal that something's not right."
"If it were truly unclaimed purple energy, why would it have prompted Niu Ben and the Three Pure Ones to attack simultaneously?"
The powerful members of the Wu clan were even more direct.
"Who cares how weird it is?"
"If a real fight breaks out, we'll beat up the demon race first."
Donghuang Taiyi sneered upon hearing this.
"Barbarians are barbarians. What's in their heads besides fists?"
The powerful figure from the witch clan glared angrily on the spot.
"You scruffy bird, say that again?"
It looks like the liches are about to start another fight.
boom!
The sword that reached the heavens finally struck.
The sword light disappeared into the depths of the purple aura.
Niu Ben unleashed his Primordial Chaos Magic Power, instantly locking onto the illusory figure.
Just when everyone thought the brand was about to be completely eradicated.
A sudden change occurred.
The locked-up phantom suddenly stopped struggling.
As if resigned to its fate, it remained quietly in the purple aura.
The next moment, a soft laugh came from outside the void.
"hehe."
"It can force out the trigger I left behind."
"The Three Pure Ones".
"And you, little calf."
"You have not disappointed me."
The moment the sound fell.
The world fell silent.
It was not quiet in the usual sense.
Even the sound of the Great Dao operating seemed to be suppressed by some kind of force.
Inside and outside the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation, countless cultivators felt a chill run down their spines.
Tongtian's eyes suddenly turned cold.
"Who?"
Niu Ben slowly raised his head and looked into the depths of the void.
His gaze seemed to pierce through layers of space, revealing the presence hidden behind.
"Has it finally appeared?"
"I knew it, why did this Primordial Purple Qi appear so deliberately?"
"If the main character doesn't show up, the show just doesn't feel right."
Yuanshi Tianzun looked at Niu Ben.
"You anticipated this?"
Niu Ben said calmly, "I just feel something's not right."
"Someone threw meat into the wolf pack and hid hooks in the meat."
"If you're not trying to catch a big fish, then you want to see the wolves kill each other."
The Supreme Lord remained calm and offered no rebuttal.
next moment.
The void cracked open.
It wasn't cut open by sword energy.
It wasn't blasted away by a magic weapon.
Instead, it's like the natural separation of Yin and Yang, with Heaven and Earth voluntarily making way for each other.
Two beams of divine light, one black and one white, descended from the crack.
The black is as deep as an endless abyss.
The white is as bright as the first light of the world.
As the two beams of light intertwined, a figure slowly emerged.
The man was dressed in a Taoist robe with a yin-yang symbol, his beard and hair were all white, but his face did not look old.
His eyes seemed to hold the cycle of day and night.
The left eye is considered Yang.
The right eye is considered Yin.
He simply stood there, and the energy of heaven and earth split into two poles on its own.
Even the sage's imposing aura couldn't gain him the upper hand.
In an instant.
The hearts of all the powerful figures present sank simultaneously.
Tongtian's gaze was icy.
The four swords of Zhuxian swung, pointing directly at the figure.
But just as the sword locked onto the opponent...
The man simply raised his hand and waved it away.
The black and white energies transformed into an invisible ripple, which landed directly on the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation.
boom!
The Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation, which could not be broken by any of the Four Sages, actually trembled violently at this moment.
On the array diagram, countless sword patterns crumbled inch by inch.
The four swords of Zhuxian emitted a piercing sword cry.
Tongtian's expression changed slightly.
"What?"
next moment.
The two energies, black and white, erupted completely.
Boom!
The Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation was forcibly torn open, creating a huge gap.
The sword energy dissipated.
The battle formation diagram was reversed.
The Primordial Purple Qi, which had been suppressed by the Three Pure Ones for a long time, broke free and fell into the palm of that figure.
The entire room fell silent.
Everyone was stunned.
The Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation.
That's the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation, which can only be broken by the Four Sages!
The Three Pure Ones are now all present.
Tongtian personally presided over the ceremony.
How could this person break through it with a single flick?
Zhunti's pupils suddenly contracted.
The pain on Jieyin's face deepened.
Haotian's hand holding the Haotian Mirror trembled slightly.
Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi both fell silent.
The powerful members of the Wu Clan also stopped shouting.
Tongtian gripped the Zhuxian Sword, and the sword intent around him surged wildly.
There was no fear on his face.
There was only anger.
"Who are you?"
The figure gently toyed with the Primordial Purple Qi in his palm.
The purple aura in his palm was as gentle as a wisp of smoke.
He smiled faintly.
"This seat."
"The Ancestor of Yin and Yang".
The four characters fell.
It was as if a piece of ancient history, sealed away in the dust of time, had been forcibly unearthed.
The Supreme Lord's gaze narrowed slightly.
The Heavenly Lord of Primordial Beginning's expression darkened.
The anger in Tongtian's eyes also became more serious.
Zhunti exclaimed in disbelief, "The Yin-Yang Ancestor?"
"You're still alive?"
The Primordial Purple Qi slowly rotated in the palm of the Yin-Yang Ancestor.
He raised his eyes and swept them over the saints, his smile deepening.
"Gentlemen."
"Were you satisfied with this scene?"