bookbashuk Chapter 2019 Bloodline Battle Formation Shows Its Power, An Unexpected Discovery!
Chapter 2019 Bloodline Battle Formation Shows Its Power, An Unexpected Discovery!
boom!
Deep within the mist-shrouded array, a weary and pleading voice slowly echoed.
It also broke the deathly silence of the battle formation.
There stood a middle-aged cultivator with disheveled hair, his Taoist robe tattered and torn, his spiritual energy chaotic and scattered, his body covered in bloodstains of varying depths, and his aura weak and listless.
His face was pale and bitter as he looked up at the imposing, awe-inspiring phantom charging across from him.
His tone was one of extreme compromise and pleading.
"My dear friends, I have been blind and have offended you greatly!"
At this moment, I am willing to cease hostilities and make peace with you.
How about we call it quits here?
next moment,
A deep, magnetic voice, carrying a chilling edge, coldly emanated from the imposing, domineering phantom, carrying boundless rage.
"Shake hands and make peace?"
You're dreaming!
Previously, relying on your superior cultivation, you relentlessly pressured my siblings and me, threatening to kill us all...
Have you ever considered shaking hands and making peace?
The voice just fell,
Another sharp, angry youthful voice exploded from the powerful phantom once more.
His tone was urgent, full of ruthlessness and decisiveness.
"Second brother, don't waste your breath and time arguing with this old monster!"
This person is ruthless and cunning, definitely not a good person; show no mercy!
Then,
A clear, melodious, yet icy female voice followed immediately.
His words were forceful and unyielding, devoid of any mercy.
"What my second and third brothers say is absolutely right."
There's no need to waste a single word on this kind of old monster who won't shed a tear until he's dead and only realizes his mistake when he's about to die.
Only by eliminating them can we prevent future troubles! Kill!
"Little sister is right."
From within the illusory image, another deep and steady voice rang out, carrying a hint of lingering fear and resolute determination.
"If my siblings and I hadn't completely mastered and perfected this battle formation, we wouldn't have been able to withstand such a powerful enemy with its power."
Those who perish here today will be my siblings and me.
This battle is extremely dangerous and a matter of life and death; there is absolutely no reason to give up halfway or show mercy!
The words fell with a bang!
The colossal phantom, shrouded in a terrifying, overwhelming pressure, suddenly broke through the air.
His figure traversed the void of the array domain, arriving first despite being behind, and with the force of a thunderbolt, he smashed down with a punch!
boom--!
A deafening roar suddenly erupted.
The violent force of the fist swept in all directions, tearing apart the surrounding spiritual energy.
The terrifying force slammed into the crystal-clear defensive shield in front of the middle-aged cultivator.
Click!
A sharp, piercing cracking sound suddenly rang out.
That was the last top-tier defensive magic weapon that the middle-aged cultivator relied on for protection.
However, under this overwhelmingly powerful punch, fine cracks instantly appeared.
Then it crumbled inch by inch and became completely unusable.
at the same time,
The powerful force contained in this punch, its residual force undiminished, swept out with a bang and slammed into the middle-aged cultivator's body.
Caught off guard, his body trembled violently.
Like a kite with a broken string struck by a heavy blow, it was sent flying backward in a sorry state, crashing heavily into the void of the array domain.
His blood and qi were churning, and he almost vomited blood.
see,
The terrifying phantom of that divine might did not pause for a moment. Its figure once again pierced through the air, carrying endless killing intent, and rushed straight towards the middle-aged cultivator who was flying backward.
Clearly, they intended to press their advantage, end the battle completely, and eliminate their powerful enemy.
But just as this fatal blow was about to land—
The disheveled middle-aged cultivator, who had been thrown backward in a sorry state and whose aura was exhausted, slowly raised his heavy head.
His eyes, which had been dim and fearful, instantly lost all emotion, replaced by a bone-chilling coldness and chill.
He stared intently at the giant phantom that was pursuing him, speaking slowly and deliberately, his voice hoarse yet filled with extreme malice and determination.
"Are you really determined not to give up and insist on exterminating us all!"
"Since that's the case, then don't blame me for showing you no mercy!"
These words resounded throughout the formation, and from within the terrifying phantom that was pursuing them, a cold, indifferent voice immediately rang out.
"You dying old monster, stop spouting nonsense and bluffing!"
"Speaking wildly?"
Upon hearing this, the middle-aged cultivator suddenly raised his head and let out a cold, mocking laugh. His eyes were filled with arrogance and ruthlessness, and his tone was chilling.
"Do you really think you can suppress me and bring me down with just a cobbled-together battle formation?"
"Back then, I fought my way through the bloody battles of exterminating demons, carving a path to survival from among thousands of demons and their corpses. All my cultivation was gained through bloody battles!"
Now, he has gone into seclusion to break through and enter the realm of half-saint, possessing profound knowledge and abilities far beyond your imagination!
Once I unleash my full power, how can your external forces, aided by formations, compare?
"This trump card I hold as my trump card possesses immense power, but it also has tremendous backlash and terrifying side effects."
I will never use this lightly unless I am in a life-or-death situation.
We only wanted to leave some room for maneuver, but you have pressed us relentlessly and are determined to wipe us out!
Since that's the case, don't blame me for being ruthless. I hope you won't regret it!
As soon as he finished speaking,
The middle-aged cultivator slowly lowered his head, his gaze falling on his palm.
next moment,
An extremely bizarre scene suddenly unfolded.
His once smooth and firm palms began to develop dense wrinkles at a visible speed, layer upon layer, crisscrossing with deep grooves.
In the blink of an eye, it became like the withered hand of an ordinary seventy-year-old man.
Following closely behind, strands of his long, thick, shiny black hair turned frosty white.
In the blink of an eye, half of his hair had turned white.
A sense of aging washes over you.
His previously weak and dissipated aura surged and soared into the sky.
Like a slumbering beast suddenly awakening, its power and might increased layer by layer.
It seemed to have no end, sweeping wildly across the entire array domain.
boom!!!
A terrifying energy surge, several times greater than before, suddenly erupted from his withered and frail body.
The entire misty array trembled violently from the shockwave.
Ripples spread across the surrounding void, as if it were about to collapse.
at the same time,
The vibrant light and human warmth that once belonged to a cultivator in the depths of his eye sockets were extinguishing and dissipating at a visible speed.
Instead, there was an extreme emptiness, deathly silence, and icy coldness.
Without a trace of human turmoil,
Without joy or anger, without sorrow or hatred.
That gaze was like that of a supreme deity high in the heavens, looking down upon the ants of the mortal world—cold and indifferent.
It's like a cold puppet, completely stripped of its soul, left only with the instinct to kill, numb and ruthless.
The next moment!
Within the entire array barrier, the void trembled violently, and fine black cracks continued to spread and burst open.
The spatial barrier is on the verge of collapse.
The terrifying pressure silenced the entire world.
The middle-aged cultivator, who had transformed into someone resembling a deity descended to earth, did not wield any magical treasures, perform any hand seals, or chant any incantations.
He merely raised his withered fingertip and gently touched the enormous, awe-inspiring phantom!
That seemingly casual gesture contained the supreme power to overturn the course of the battle.
The instant the fingertips touched the ground...
Suddenly, countless, crisscrossing crimson runes appeared on the entire dreamlike array space barrier.
The runes were blood-red and gleaming.
It exudes a strange and domineering killing power, filling the entire void.
The most chilling and astonishing thing is...
At the center of each blood-red rune, which is only the size of a palm, is a miniature, mysterious phantom.
The appearance, figure, aura, and posture of these miniature phantoms were exactly the same as the giant battle formation phantom formed by the fusion of more than a dozen Golden Core cultivators.
They look like they were made from the same mold.
Absolutely perfect, incredibly lifelike!
The moment endless crimson runes spread out into the air...
A dazzling crimson light suddenly burst forth, and a scarlet glow enveloped the entire array area, its murderous aura soaring to the heavens and piercing the earth.
A terrifying suppressive force instantly locked onto all directions.
Gazing upon the countless eerie crimson runes and miniature phantoms filling the sky, a calm, indifferent, and utterly undisturbed voice emanated from within the colossal battle formation phantom.
With a certain air of knowing everything.
"Depleting one's vital energy and overdrawing one's lifespan,"
Is this your last trump card and reliance?
The voice has not fallen,
A mighty, powerful shout, resounding in all directions, suddenly echoed throughout the array barrier.
It overwhelmed all the sounds of wind and the vibrations of spiritual energy!
"town!"
With a single word, all laws submit!
The vast and boundless power of spatial confinement, centered on that colossal phantom that resembled both a god and a demon, suddenly erupted in all directions, sweeping across the surroundings.
The invisible and intangible, yet massive and heavy spatial power instantly enveloped the entire array, locking onto the middle-aged cultivator's body and aura.
In an instant,
The middle-aged cultivator, who had just been unparalleled in power and domineering, suddenly deflated like a punctured balloon, his terrifying aura rapidly collapsing and dissipating.
The powerful spiritual energy was instantly suppressed.
His body was brutally suppressed by that invisible, intangible, and all-crushing terrifying spatial force. His knees buckled, and he collapsed heavily to his knees, unable to move.
His unparalleled power vanished completely.
at the same time,
The cold, empty, divine radiance in his eyes, like that of a god looking down from above, was also rapidly fading and disappearing without a trace.
The vibrant humanity of a mortal cultivator slowly returned to his eyes.
An overwhelming sense of powerlessness and immense resentment surged from his eyes like a tidal wave, filling his aged and haggard face.
The ultimate trump card, acquired at the cost of sacrificing lifespan and overdrawing one's very essence, was easily suppressed by the opponent with a single word.
All plans have failed.
My heart is filled with endless regret and resentment.
……
Meanwhile, outside the bloodline battle formation...
The sky stretches for thousands of miles, with clouds churning and billowing.
Thousands of miles away!
High in the sky, an ancient flying boat floats in the air, its entire body shimmering with a warm, spiritual light, remaining motionless in the sea of clouds.
The boat was completely silent, with only the slow flow of spiritual energy.
The Dragon Tiger True Lord was sitting upright, regulating his breathing. His aura was calm and restrained, and he was meticulous in every detail.
Suddenly,
His dormant mind stirred slightly, and his ultimate divine sense, permeating the world, captured a wisp of hidden energy.
next moment,
As he sat upright, meditating, the Dragon-Tiger True Monarch's brow furrowed slightly, his long, slender eyebrows slowly tightening.
His previously relaxed expression suddenly became more serious.
Even the spiritual energy that flowed smoothly around him began to tremble slightly.
He slowly opened his eyes, a glint of light in them, and gazed intently at the direction shrouded in mist in the distance. A layer of doubt quietly rose in his heart, and he muttered to himself.
"Why does that faint, almost imperceptible aura feel so strangely familiar?"
He focused intently, using his divine sense to peel away the layers of mist, and continued his investigation, instantly detecting the anomaly.
His expression suddenly changed.
"wrong!
There's more than just this wisp of energy!
"There are also more than ten light and ethereal energies intertwined and scattered yet orderly connected to form a tight network of energies, which firmly trapped that powerful energies within it."
With his profound cultivation, True Lord Dragon Tiger instantly discerned the cultivation level and made a decision in his mind.
"These individuals possess elusive and unpredictable energy, indicating shallow foundations; they are undoubtedly Golden Core cultivators."
The highest level of cultivation is only at the late stage of the Golden Core realm.
Only that familiar, profound aura remained, its spiritual power dense and its foundation deep.
His cultivation level has definitely reached the Nascent Soul Realm.
That's genuine Nascent Soul True Monarch combat power.
His mind raced, and an unbelievable guess suddenly surfaced in his mind, causing him to tremble.
"Could it be that within this vast fog, a dozen Golden Core cultivators have joined forces to set up a grand formation, aiming to ambush and kill a Nascent Soul True Monarch?"
The more I think about it, the more unbelievable it seems.
He murmured in astonishment.
"Using Golden Core cultivators to surround Nascent Soul cultivators, and engaging in cross-realm battles to surround and kill True Monarchs."
This is absolutely unbelievable!
As thoughts raced through his mind,
He suddenly remembered what his old friend, Xuanpan Zhenjun, had said earlier—
This perpetual, thousand-mile-long mist is no ordinary formation.
It is highly likely to be an unparalleled Dao soldier formation of extremely high grade, comparable to the trump card of the top sects in ancient times.
If that's really the case, then everything makes sense.
More than a dozen Golden Core cultivators joined forces to activate a top-tier Dao Soldier Formation. Relying on the profound array, they possessed terrifying combat power capable of defeating Nascent Soul cultivators and killing beyond their realm.
Having cultivated for many years, he deeply understands the preciousness and power of top-tier Dao soldiers.
Each qualified top-tier Dao soldier requires countless rare and precious natural treasures and spiritual materials.
It takes many refinements and years of cultivation to take shape.
Even if an ordinary small or medium-sized sect were fortunate enough to obtain the secret method for cultivating top-tier Dao soldiers,
There are simply no massive resources to support the cultivation process.
This is also the fundamental reason why, throughout the ages, only those top sects with immense foundations and millennia-long lineages have possessed such terrifying Daoist weapons capable of fighting across borders and defying the heavens to defeat enemies.
Countless thoughts surged and swirled rapidly in Dragon Tiger True Monarch's mind, a mix of emotions including surprise, shock, and astonishment.
This also made it difficult for him to calm down for a while.
A moment later,
He gathered his chaotic thoughts, refocused his scattered divine senses, and refocused on the familiar nascent soul energy deep within the mist.
"Whose familiar aura did I just sense?"
Dragon Tiger True Lord was certain that this Nascent Soul True Lord trapped in the formation was no stranger.
Even if they weren't close friends, they must have met at least once or crossed paths several times.
Otherwise, he could never have felt such a clear yet inexplicable familiarity with this extremely thin wisp of energy.
of course.
It was no accident that True Lord Dragon and Tiger was able to accurately detect this subtle anomaly.
After all, True Lord Xuanpan was fully focused on observing the special Daoist army formation in the distance, diligently studying its profound mysteries.
And he naturally had to take on the responsibility of protecting the Dharma.
...(End of this chapter)