bookbashuk Chapter 22 Sealing Spirit Severing Technique
Chapter 22 Sealing Spirit Severing Technique
The black, menacing claws collided violently with the giant, fiery palm of water in mid-air.
The steam exploded into a sky full of white mist, and the malevolent energy dissipated into black smoke; the two sides were evenly matched.
"How is this possible?" The mandrill was shocked. He had already taken human form and was far beyond what a peak Nascent Soul cultivator could achieve.
After taking human form, it means that one has passed the tribulation of lightning and gained the approval of the Heavenly Dao. In battle, one can seize a massive amount of magical power from the world.
Concentration can only be achieved by using the magical power one has cultivated in daily life.
The fact that this water giant has been able to fight him to a standstill for so long shows just how deep his foundation is.
No! He will not allow such a being to undergo tribulation!
If he successfully transcends the tribulation, wouldn't he be able to crush him with a single finger?
The mandrill roared and swung its claws repeatedly, each claw carrying the power to shatter mountains and split rocks. Lu Changgeng met it with his fists and palms. His fists and palms broke, but they were reassembled by the flow of water and regenerated. The regenerated fists and palms were even more solid than before.
The mandrill's claws moved faster and more fiercely, but it was horrified to discover that every time its opponent's fists and palms were broken, the time it took to reassemble was shortened by one point.
By the fiftieth round, Lu Changgeng was too lazy to even block anymore, letting the mountain demon's claws cleave open his water-shaped chest. Spring water gushed from the crack, and it instantly healed as before.
The mountain demon, however, had no choice but to block it. It was a real physical body, and if it were hit by that true fire energy, it would not only be injured, but it would also have to expend more magic power to condense its physical body.
Seeing that the water giant did not resist, the mandrill was stunned. Then his pupils shrank, and he knew something was wrong. But before he could react, a huge stream of water had already wrapped around his arms.
Then he turned around abruptly, only to feel as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.
Two more giant arms formed from the convergence of water flow rose from the crevices of the mountain rocks and the low-lying valley. The four giant arms, like a cage, simultaneously locked his wrists, elbows, knees, and ankles from four directions. It was not a head-on confrontation, but rather lifting his entire body into the air.
The mandrill roared and struggled, its black scales bursting open and its malevolent aura boiling.
However, those four water arms were transformed from the essence of the Cleansing Spring, flowing endlessly and endlessly. The shattered water flow would re-condense before it even hit the ground and wrap around his joints again.
The more he struggled, the tighter the water became.
Just as it was about to be completely subdued, a ruthless glint flashed in the mandrill's eyes.
He suddenly lowered his head, and the single black horn on his head suddenly lit up.
An extremely ancient dark gold pattern, resembling some kind of extinct ancient script, slowly emerged on the horn.
A vast and profound aura emanated from the unicorn.
The entire surface of the Cleansing Spring sank an inch the instant that aura spread.
"You're the first one to force me to this point." The mandrill's voice became low and hoarse, carrying a hint of resentment and venom.
He raised his head, and the patterns on his horn grew brighter and brighter. Where the dark golden light swept, the water column wrapped around his arms was actually split in two.
The water flowed as if it had been divided in two by an invisible boundary, the break smooth as a mirror, without even a drop of water splashing out.
Lu Changgeng's eyes narrowed slightly.
"This horn is my magical artifact, a fragment of bone left behind by the ancient Xie Zhi before its Nirvana." The mountain demon panted heavily, its malevolent aura completely consumed by the water flow, but the dark gold patterns on its horn grew even brighter.
"Hehe, I'm not afraid to tell you, it has an innate ability: cutting off magic. No matter what kind of supernatural powers or immortal techniques you have, you have to give way when you encounter it. Even the Samadhi True Fire and Weak Water of the Upper Realm have to retreat three feet in front of the true Xie Zhi Horn."
He grinned maliciously. Although his murderous aura was nearly exhausted, he used his horn to clear a path and ruthlessly cleaved the water arms that were wrapped around his legs, freeing his entire body from the cage of four water columns.
Dark golden light flowed on the horn, and as soon as water vapor touched the tip of the horn, it would automatically separate to both sides without forming any resistance.
"No matter how powerful your water chains are, you still need to get close to me first," the mandrill panted, sneering. "With this horn in hand, let's see what other tricks you have up your sleeve!"
"So it's the broken horn of a Xie Zhi." Lu Changgeng's voice came from above, his tone indifferent, as if he didn't care about the horn at all.
"Your magical artifact is indeed quite impressive, but I've taken a liking to it!"
He suddenly stretched out his hand, and the huge water-flowing palm opened, with seven rays of light of different colors slowly emerging from the palm.
Seven rays of light swirled and intertwined in his palm, gradually weaving a seven-colored net as thin as a cicada's wing.
In an instant, the light net expanded to a radius of tens of feet, enveloping him, the mountain demon, and the Cleansing Spring.
The immortal's supernatural power, the art of weaving clouds.
The Seven Fairies soaked in the spring for a hundred days, and Lu Changgeng learned the immortal magic from the fairy in orange.
Weaving the glow of the sunset into clothing can ward off water, fire, weapons, poisonous miasma, and illusions.
But its true purpose is to seal spirits and sever spells!
The glow of the sunset can temporarily seal the spiritual connection between the magical artifact and its master.
Since that magical artifact can also sever magic, let's see which one is more powerful?
A large net woven from seven rays of light descended overhead.
The mandrill swung its single horn to cleave, and the dark golden light did indeed split several strands of rosy light. But rosy light is not water; once a strand is cleaved, it splits into two, and once two strands are cleaved, it becomes four. The more it cleaved, the denser and more numerous the strands became.
Although the dark gold patterns on the unicorn can prevent any spells from getting close, the radiant glow itself is also a spell-severing and spirit-sealing technique, so it all comes down to who has the better ability.
The seven-colored rays of light passed through the area of the mandrill's horn and silently seeped into the root of its horn.
The mandrill froze, an indescribable emptiness flowing from the top of its head to the soles of its feet.
The spiritual connection between him and the unicorn, which had lasted for hundreds of years, was suddenly temporarily sealed by a thin layer of light.
"No! No..."
The mandrill panicked, desperately trying to connect with the single horn with its divine sense, but to no avail.
Lu Changgeng stretched out a giant, flowing hand and slowly plucked the single horn from the mandrill's head.
The moment the horn detached from the skull, the dark gold patterns suddenly burst forth with a dazzling light, as if making a final struggle, but it was all in vain.
With a slight exertion of the giant hand, the horn was pulled off.
"This horn is indeed a valuable item, it's a pity it's in your hands." The water giant pinched and played with the horn.
He threw the unicorn into the depths of the spring, and the surging water swallowed it.
The demon core at the bottom of the spring glowed slightly, instantly enveloping the corner and beginning to slowly refine the remaining divine imprint within it.
The mandrill watched helplessly as its greatest trump card was casually taken away by its opponent, and true fear finally appeared on its thunder god-like face.
"Give it back! That's mine!"
The mandrill charged at Lu Changgeng like a madman, but in the blink of an eye, it was tightly bound by chains of water.
The true fire energy of the sun invaded its meridians through the water flow, but the mountain demon ignored the excruciating pain of the burning sensation in its meridians and forcefully pushed back several streams of water that had entered its body.
His eyes were bloodshot, his fangs clenched so tightly they seemed to drip blood, and the remaining malevolent energy around him surged uncontrollably from the gaps in his scales.
That's no longer an attack, that's self-harm.
He was burning his meridians with his own innate malevolent energy in exchange for a final desperate attempt.
Lu Changgeng watched him struggle like a cornered beast with cold eyes, without finishing him off immediately.
Instead, he waited until the mountain demon had exhausted its last breath of life-giving energy and was lying in the water gasping for breath before he clasped his giant hands together and pushed out an extremely complex cyan-gold Xuan character mark.