Starting Cultivation During a Trip

Chapter 516 - 256: Divine Demon Core Formation Mother! Human Xiao Emerges_2

Ji Huanshan let out a muffled groan, his movements immediately becoming sluggish. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Zhang Fan pursued him closely.

Buzz...

Suddenly, a fierce killing intent assaulted from behind. Zhang Fan leaped, jumping ten steps away.

A golden light brushed past, shattering the giant head not far away into pieces.

"Be careful, that’s Qi Yun Mountain’s Demon-Revealing Mirror," Fang Changle warned aloud.

At this moment, Qin Ming finally brought out the Cyan Feather Treasure. Where the mirror light shone, gods were slain and evils vanquished.

Rumble...

Qin Ming shook the ancient mirror in his palm, the mirror light spreading, covering every corner around and faintly suppressing Zhang Fan’s Primordial Divine Light.

This is the terrifying aspect of the Demon-Revealing Mirror: it can concentrate its light at a point to kill by breaking through the void, or disperse the light to suppress the Primordial Spirit.

The Black Rat previously suffered at the hands of this treasure.

"It’s truly a Cyan Feather Treasure!" Zhang Fan narrowed his eyes, a trace of fierceness shining through them.

In comparison, his Mighty Spirit Demon-Suppressing Gold Seal was merely a Yellow Feather Treasure, less effective in terms of attack methods and magical power compared to the Demon-Revealing Mirror before him.

"Go ahead, I’ll hold the line," Qin Ming shouted confidently.

With the Demon-Revealing Mirror suppressing Zhang Fan’s Primordial Spirit, Qin Ming could seize opportunities to concentrate the mirror light for lethal strikes. Such brilliant tactics justified his status as a disciple of Qi Yun Mountain.

"Zhang Fan, how dare you hurt me?"

At this time, Ji Huanshan approached from afar, looking down at the ghastly wound on his chest. He spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes flickering with cold light.

Clang... Clang... Clang...

Suddenly, an odd sound like ancient bells resonated from within him, and with each reverberation, his bones, flesh, and body seemed to undergo a transformation.

Boom... Boom... Boom...

With each thundering sound, the ground beneath Ji Huanshan’s feet cracked inch by inch, spreading wildly in all directions as if subjected to immense terror.

"Is it the Daoist Divine Techniques!?" Zhang Fan raised an eyebrow.

He knew that both Song Yunqi and Ji Huanshan came from the Divine Power Association, beings who had awakened the Celestial Gifted Divine Techniques.

"You’re going to die," Ji Huanshan sneered with cruel laughter.

As soon as he spoke, Ji Huanshan leapt fiercely, the ground beneath him exploding violently, sending debris flying like cannonballs smashing into the rock walls.

Whish...

Soon after, a gust of wind howled with immense force.

Ji Huanshan’s punch came crashing down, and Zhang Fan crossed his arms in front of him to brace himself.

"Don’t meet it head-on."

Suddenly, Fang Changle urgently warned him.

Feeling alerted, Zhang Fan intended to retract his hand, but the overwhelming punch just brushed past him, the terrifying force penetrating through skin and flesh to surge forward.

In this instant, Zhang Fan truly understood what it meant to move mountains and crush seas, what it meant to collapse mountains and shatter the earth.

The punch merely grazed his skin, yet the penetrating force caused cracks to appear along his arm bones.

At this moment, it seemed he was no longer facing an ordinary human but a mountain, a mobile mountain.

"Daoist Divine Techniques, East Yue Bell!"

Once unleashed, this technique makes the body as sturdy as a mountain, every movement carrying the Ten Association Divine Power, like a demon god on the battlefield.

Whish...

The raging force sent Zhang Fan flying backward. In mid-air, he twisted and turned, his hands forming the True Flame Profound Seal.

"Fire Dragon Pill Sword!"

"Nine Dragon Divine Fire Shield!"

At this moment, Zhang Fan held nothing back, the majestic True Yang transforming into a raging True Flame. The nine dragons emerged, shaking the heavens and the earth. The erupting firelight engulfed the entire cliff, melting the nearby air, and distorting all the scenery before his eyes.

Since entering Tusk Mountain, he achieved Triple Primordial Light, his realm reaching Great Success. Recasting the Nine Dragon Divine Fire Shield meant incomparable power.

Rumble...

The nine fire dragons traversed the skies, engulfing the entire cliff. The True Flames scorched, annihilating all beings. Even someone as powerful as Ji Huanshan couldn’t help but retreat, a hint of dread surfacing in his eyes.

"Gathering and Dispersing Flowing Clouds!"

At this moment, a gentle shout echoed.

On the cliff, before the precipice, a mesmerizing mist emerged, slowly dispersing.

The mist, like steam, absorbed and reflected the surging nine fire dragons.

"Daoist Divine Techniques!?" Zhang Fan’s eyes slightly sank as he saw Song Yunqi slowly emerge from the mist, the absorbed fire dragon vapors manifesting a crimson hue, flowing like lava.

Buzz...

Suddenly, a golden light streaked through the air, aiming at Zhang Fan’s head.

At this critical life-and-death moment, Qin Ming made a bold move, the Demon-Revealing Mirror focusing its profound light, aiming for that life-and-death mystery.

Bam...

Zhang Fan’s body shifted as he brandished the Mighty Spirit Demon-Suppressing Gold Seal to block. A loud bang erupted, a violent tremor resonating from his palm, causing his True Yang to waver, and a glaring crack appeared on the Mighty Spirit Demon-Suppressing Gold Seal.

"Zhang Fan, your skills are spent."

Song Yunqi sneered, the mist around him surging again. The crimson flowing lights underwent another transformation, turning into nine fire dragons that counterattacked Zhang Fan.

Such is the Daoist Divine Techniques, Gathering and Dispersing Flowing Clouds, which can absorb and resolve the opponent’s magic, as well as gather to counterattack.

Rumble...

The nine fire dragons descended from the heavens, carrying the might to incinerate mountains.

Qin Ming coldly snorted, seizing the moment to once again raise the Demon-Revealing Mirror. The golden light radiated, breaking through the air.

At the same time, a terrifying aura surged from behind, as Ji Huanshan, like a small mountain, charged ahead, completely cutting off Zhang Fan’s retreat.

With three formidable opponents launching a simultaneous deadly strike, there seemed no possibility of survival from the heavens or the earth.