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Chapter 139 Seizing the Nascent Soul
The Demon Cult monks in the attic were secretly relieved when they saw that the Ten Directions Heavenly Thunder Formation was successfully activated.

Although they were confident that they could capture Han Ye and Lu Xuanxuan without the Ten Directions Sky Thunder Formation, they would definitely suffer heavy casualties, and even the entire attic would be destroyed.

They cannot afford such a loss.

Qi Huo glanced at the formation wheel above his head, nodded with satisfaction, stood up, and said in a loud voice: "Han Ye, it's still too late for you to stop now. If the power of the Ten Directions Sky Thunder Formation descends, Even if the power of transforming gods is present, you can only end up with your body and soul destroyed."

Han Ye shook his head and said: "She and I are not the same people, but if you offend her tonight, then your life will be over."

"You are courting death."

Qi Huo locked his eyes on Han Ye, and wisps of black demonic energy surged out from his fingers, forming circles of ripples, breaking through the demonic energy emitted by Lu Xuanxuan.

From this alone, it can be seen that this person's cultivation level is unfathomable, and he may have entered the realm of divine transformation.

However, before Qi Luo could launch his attack, the woman in red above the sky had already taken the lead.

He gathered his big hands and grabbed Han Ye, destroying his means at the same time.

Qi Luo's whole body froze. All the demonic energy he had condensed was scattered. He couldn't help but look ugly and ordered:
"Get up!"

With a command, a thunderbolt as thick as a bowl fell down from the center of the formation wheel, hitting Lu Xuanxuan's head without any bias.

Her whole body became charred, her hair stood on end, and black smoke was still rising.

The power of thunder and lightning was quite powerful, and it penetrated Lu Xuanxuan's body. Not only did his body become charred black, but there were also electric patterns running through it, making a chirping sound.

However, the next second.

There was a "click" sound, and the black carbonized hard shell cracked. The spiritual energy of heaven and earth continued to pour into Lu Xuanxuan's body. The physical body was healing at an extremely fast speed, and the baby-white skin was soon exposed.

"continue!"

Qi Luo's face was extremely depressed. He clenched his fists with both hands, stared in the direction of the formation tower, scolded, and then solemnly said: "What is going on? What is the origin of this person, and he can actually withstand the thunder formation."

Instead, three more thunderbolts fell from the sky and struck Lu Xuanxuan one after another.

No matter how powerful Lu Xuanxuan's physical body was, there were still some parts that could not hold up. Black smoke was emitting all over his body, and some parts of it were cracked and blood was pouring out.

She also looked quite angry, feeling that the guy who controlled the formation must be targeting her deliberately.After all, the attack power of the Ten Directions Heavenly Thunder Array couldn't be deflected every time and fall on her alone.

Lu Xuanxuan's eyes were cold and arrogant. He stretched out his left hand and lifted it slightly. The aura of death quickly rose upwards.

Many Demon Cult monks flew out upside down and turned into streaks of blood mist, which were then sucked into her mouth.

At this moment, a ghastly ghost hand dozens of feet long shot out, coming from a huge ghost shadow. This ghost shadow was actually Qi Huo's soul.

"Boom."

Lu Xuanxuan just waved his hand gently, and from the void, a blood-colored jade hand a hundred meters high was struck with a palm.

His ten-foot-tall Yuanshen ghost screamed and shattered into a ball of black magic mist. Qi Huo flew backwards, and his body cracked with shocking blood lines.

Just as he was about to lose his head, he was beaten to pieces again by bloody jade hands.

However, a veiled woman in palace attire came out of the darkness and helped Qi Huo defeat Lu Xuanxuan's attack.

Qi Luo's face was pale, and his body was like ceramics, full of blood-red cracks and tattered.

He suppressed the serious injuries on his body and immediately bowed to the woman in palace clothes: "Thank you, Protector Mu Da, for saving your life."

The Demonic Cult of Worship has many protectors, and the one in front of me is one of the four great protectors, with a high status, second only to the Demon Envoy.

The woman in palace clothes looked very cold and ignored Qi Huo. Her smart eyes were fixed on Lu Xuanxuan.

She has a plump figure, skin as smooth as cream, and a pair of smart star eyes, staring at Lu Xuanxuan below with a scrutinizing look.

Lu Xuanxuan's expression became even more indifferent and he looked at her.

"Chichi."

In the space between one person and one demon, dense streams of mana condensed, intertwined like a spider web, with electric light and sparks emitting.

Without the protection of the formation, the confrontation between two figures above the Avatar can destroy everything within a hundred miles.

In the attic, all the Demon Cult monks rushed behind the woman in palace clothes, seeking shelter.

"what!"

Lu Xuanxuan let out a roar, clasped his hands together, and the crescent mark between his eyebrows emerged, releasing crimson blood.

Looking from a distance, it looks like a blood moon hanging in the sky, completely reflecting the entire hundred miles of city buildings in blood red.

"Boom."

A powerful wave of power, one layer after another, broke out with Lu Xuanxuan as the center and surged in all directions.

In an instant, like a strong wind sweeping away fallen leaves, the entire attic was reduced to ashes, and all the buildings were reduced to rubble.

One-third of the demon sect's monks died instantly.

For the rest, two-thirds of the monks of the Demon Cult survived because of the protection of women in palace costumes.

"Wow!"

The blood energy fluctuation was at the center of the strongest wave. Taking advantage of the fighting between the two sides, Han Ye held the teleportation talisman and carried Chu Xianyu to teleport it out. It turned into a meteor-like beam of light, passed through the rain curtain, and rushed towards the sky.

The bloody brilliance that rushed out of the attic was like a tide, sweeping across the entire city, and all the major demonic powers that were watching were affected.

In particular, the light shields formed by the defensive formations of several evil forces closer to the center were trembling constantly. All the monks were frightened and worried that the formations would break and suffer disaster.

In the distance, there is a short old man with long white hair, wearing a loose black robe. He is energetic and has a smile in his eyes.

Stand on top of the tower and stare in the direction of the attic.

Seeing Han Ye turn into a ray of light and appear on the spot, Zhang Yan suddenly laughed: "You think you can escape by using the talisman?"

Zhang Yan took out an inch-long jade talisman, held it between two fingers, and struck it toward the sky.

With the help of the teleportation talisman, Han Ye escaped and flew very fast, like a shooting star.

"Oh!"

The jade talisman exploded and turned into a red mirror barrier with a diameter of several hundred feet, appearing in front of Han Ye and intercepting him.

Zhang Yan smiled coldly and said: "Zhang Yan, Geng Gui, you two go and kill Han Ye. You must ensure the whereabouts of the magic map. Our Blood God Sect must get this thing!"

As soon as Han Ye landed on the ground, he immediately noticed two murderous auras coming over him.

"Shh."

"Shh."

Two monks in blood-colored flowing cloud masks appeared at the same time, in front of and behind Han Ye, less than a hundred meters away.

When Han Ye saw the two people, he couldn't help but look familiar: "The seventh month is ominous, with bloody clouds. They belong to the Blood God Sect, one of the ten sects of the devil."

The two members of the Blood God Sect released the phantom of the Nascent Soul, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth poured towards them continuously, making the aura on their bodies become more and more powerful.

They were actually two Nascent Soul cultivators.

Han Ye's eyes were very cold and he said: "If you retreat now, I will spare your lives." Zhang Yan thought Han Ye was ridiculous and said: "Spare our lives? You are a little golden elixir, facing two Nascent Soul cultivator, you should be in awe. If you practice for another ten years, maybe you will be qualified to say such things. As for now, you are still far behind."

"He has no chance to wait until ten years later." Geng Gui was as thin as firewood and his voice was hoarse. He laughed and stretched out his withered arm with a bloody eye on it.

"Let me, General, see if the so-called master of swordsmanship really has the ability to defy the heavens."

He will wear two purple shields, oval in shape, like arm armor, which fit perfectly with both arms.

"Chichi."

Dozens of purple lightning bolts as thick as a bowl emerged from the shield and arms at the same time, darting around Gengar's body.

The buildings on both sides of the street could not withstand the force of the lightning, and all collapsed, making a rumbling sound.

"Boom."

Han Ye snorted coldly, took a step forward, and stepped on the ground. Suddenly, the ground collapsed downwards, cracking like a spider web, making a "pop" sound, and displayed the Immovable Rakshasa Dharma Body.

A six-armed Rakshasa phantom rose up from behind him, its magic armor was like ink, and it looked simple and mysterious.

At the same time, strange magic patterns flew out from Han Ye's chest like tadpoles, turning into a sea of ​​words.

Ethereal incantations resounded between heaven and earth, as if thousands of monks were chanting sutras.

At this moment, Han Ye displayed the complete body of the Immovable Rakshasa Dharma Body. In an instant, a mighty force surged out and entered his body.

"Whoa."

The strange magic patterns in the sky gathered towards Han Ye and condensed into a Rakshasa Demon that was more than 100 feet tall.

The virtual image of Rakshasa is full of demonic energy, sacred and solemn, with water-like ripples of demonic energy rushing in all directions, in sharp contrast with the purple thunder and lightning in the front direction.

"How is it possible? The aura on his body is getting stronger and stronger, and it is about to catch up with the monks who have transformed into gods. Moreover, it is still getting stronger."

"Is there a demon living in Han Ye's body?"

"No, this must be the effect of the Demon Sect's sacred object, the Demonic Dragon Picture!"

"No wonder Han Ye dares to fight against the entire demon sect. It turns out he has such a trump card. This is not easy to provoke!"

The Demon Sect monk who was secretly observing immediately used his movement skills to escape far away.

Only Zhang Yan rushed forward alone, took out a white spear, used both hands to hit the spear.

Zhang Yan could naturally see that the demon sect's sacred objects on Han Ye's body could allow him to resist the methods of stronger monks.

Now, Han Ye is not in his strongest state, but it is also the best time for Zhang Yan to take action.

Once Han Ye reaches his peak state, I'm afraid no one here will be able to suppress him.

The tip of the spear released a flame, condensed into a crimson cloud of fire, and dragged out a tail several meters long.

On the ground, all the slabs melted and turned into liquid magma.

"Boom."

The white spear penetrated the layers of Buddha's light and pierced Han Ye's heart with a devastating power.

However, when the white spear collided with Han Ye's body, it made a metallic sound, like a giant hammer striking a copper bell.

Han Ye stepped back until he was dozens of feet away before he stabilized his steps again.

A groove half a meter deep and dozens of feet long was left on the ground, extending to Han Ye's feet.

Han Ye was not injured, and there was only a white scratch on his heart.

His body turned completely golden, as if it was made of gold, with thousands of magic lines floating on the surface of his skin.

"Immortal demon body?" Zhang Yan secretly shuddered.

The blow just now, even if it hit an ordinary Nascent Soul cultivator, would probably be able to penetrate the opponent's body.

However, Han Ye was not injured, how could it not be surprising?

There was a black magic lotus under Zhang Yan's feet. She moved extremely fast, grabbed the white spear, and attacked Han Ye again.

"Chichi."

The flames gushing out from the white spear formed a ferocious flame claw, following the movement of the spear, hitting Han Ye's eyes.

Han Ye stretched out a palm, reached forward, and grabbed the white spear directly.

The other hand slashed out suddenly, breaking the white spear.

There seemed to be acupuncture points in the flesh body, emitting dazzling golden light. With golden palms, the force continued unabated, like a five-fingered mountain, hitting Zhang Yan's chest, causing Zhang Yan to vomit blood and lie on the ground.

"Boom."

The ground collapsed, forming a large, broken pit.

In the pit, Zhang Yan's chest was sunken inward, most of her ribs were broken, and her internal organs were severely traumatized.

This shows how terrifying the power of Han Ye's attack just now was.

"What a ghost."

Without any hesitation, Zhang Yan and Geng Gui turned around and ran away as fast as they could in the face of the terrifying Han Ye who had both golden light and demonic energy.

Now Han Ye's burst of combat power was so terrifying that he knocked Zhang Yan down with just one blow.

Who can fight him?
The monks from all the major forces in the dark were also shocked and speechless.

This is Han Ye's current physical strength. With the "Fate-bearing Xuanwu" attribute and the invincible defense of the Immovable Rakshasa body, basically no one among the Nascent Soul can hurt him.

Facing the two people who were running away.

Han Ye displayed his second magical power of visualization.

Blood Moon Demon Boy.

A blood-red moon appeared in the sky, and along with the sound of a baby crying, the sound waves were transmitted unconsciously, causing everyone present to stagnate slightly.

An invisible realm of spiritual power appeared on Han Ye's body, frightening all the monks within a hundred miles.

Under the shadow of the blood moon.

Everyone is in a terrible illusion, suffering from inner demons.

Including Zhang Yan and Geng Gui.

Scenes from his life are all appearing in front of his eyes, but they are so strange that people are immersed in them.

Han Ye's soul was directly projected into the two people's consciousness to interfere with their spiritual world.

In other words, if he destroys their spirits, he can seize the bodies of these two Nascent Soul monks.

Let them become their clones or even their puppets.

(End of this chapter)