nyslfriends Chapter 35 Yellow Sand Treasure Fan
Chapter 35 Yellow Sand Treasure Fan
On this day, Xuan Yao was sitting cross-legged on the edge of that chilling, icy pool.
He closed his eyes tightly, and the pure and virtuous energy around him intertwined and flowed mysteriously with the black and gold mysterious energy, absorbing the increasingly rich innate spiritual energy in the dark green mountain.
Suddenly!
"Um?"
Xuan Yao suddenly opened his dark golden tiger eyes, and two beams of light, as if they were tangible, pierced through the rising spiritual mist in the cold pool, looking straight towards the direction outside the gate of the Daoist temple.
All that could be seen was the once tranquil, dark green mountain's outer perimeter.
At this moment, the thick clouds were churning violently, and from the edge of the layered protective formation he had personally set up, a chaotic and violent fluctuation of magical power could be faintly heard.
"Boom! Boom!"
Before the two boys, Qingya and Yuanguo, who were in charge of patrolling the mountain gate, could rush over to report, the situation was already under control.
A dazzling white streak of light stumbled and crashed headlong into the illusion array at the outermost edge of Green Black Mountain!
The speed of that stream of light was so fast that it almost tore through the void.
However, Xuan Yao's keen divine sense, honed by his Golden Immortal realm, could clearly detect that the aura of this stream of light had become extremely scattered, indicating that it had suffered a severe and fatal injury!
"Such an aura..."
Xuan Yao stared intently and saw that the flowing light was actually a huge, pure white divine bird!
This divine bird has long, slender wings. Under the sunlight, a layer of pure and sharp innate metal element energy can be faintly seen flowing between its white feathers!
Its noble bloodline aura, even in its current weakened state, is far superior to that of ordinary birds and spirit beasts in the primordial world.
Xuan Yao only needed to make a slight identification before he was certain of the origin of this snow-white divine bird.
"One of the five branches of the Phoenix Clan, the White Phoenix Swan!"
Since the beginning of the Dragon-Han Calamity, the three races of Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin fought fiercely for supremacy over the heavens and earth, causing the collapse of the sky and the destruction of all living beings.
These three once invincible dominant races have all been burdened with terrifying and boundless karma.
To atone for this overwhelming karma, most of the Phoenix Clan retreated to the Undying Volcano in the southern part of the prehistoric world, using their remaining clan strength to suppress the calamity and cholera that permeated the southern prehistoric world for eternity.
Except for a very few branches, such as the Qingluan clan who were on good terms with the Queen Mother of the West and Nuwa, who occasionally traveled outside the prehistoric world under the protection of great sects and powerful beings.
The vast majority of the Phoenix Clan hide in many secret and dangerous places, and rarely dare to travel so openly on the prehistoric land, for fear of getting involved in new calamities.
"To think that a divine swan with such pure bloodline would be hunted down so desperately, even escaping to my Daoist temple on the edge of West Kunlun?"
Xuan Yao secretly pondered that the cause and effect behind such a rare change must be extraordinary.
Even so, Xuan Yao recognized the noble origins of this divine bird at a glance.
His mind, cleansed and refined by the pure energy of virtue, did not immediately give rise to any impulse to meddle in other people's business.
In the vast wilderness, battles and killings were happening every moment, far too many to count.
The current situation of the two sides in this chase is unclear.
If I were to rashly intervene in this feud involving the lineages of the three ancient races...
It is extremely easy to bring unnecessary karma to your peaceful place of practice, which has finally gotten on the right track.
Moreover, the Phoenix Clan is, after all, a fallen overlord burdened with immense karma.
Xuan Yao had long known that the Azure Phoenix branch of the Phoenix Clan was on good terms with his master, the Queen Mother of the West.
But this does not mean that all the phoenixes in this primordial world are worth his rash rescue as an inner disciple of the Western Kunlun Sect.
Therefore, Xuan Yao initially stood by the cold pool, hands behind his back, coldly observing everything outside the mountain gate.
He wanted to see if this swan, driven to the brink of despair, would be sensible enough to leave this dangerous place on its own after discovering that it was protected by a powerful formation.
"You beast! You can't escape!"
The next moment, accompanied by a sinister and arrogant shout.
From the direction from which the descendant of the swan fled, the rolling clouds were brutally torn apart by a powerful magical force!
Immediately afterward, a Taoist priest dressed in purple robes with a sinister face, riding on a swirling, murky yellow wind, pursued them relentlessly!
The magical power emanating from this purple-robed Taoist was terrifying, clearly reaching the early stage of the Golden Immortal realm!
In his hand was a yellow sand fan made from the feathers of an unknown divine bird.
The purple-robed Taoist priest ruthlessly slapped the swan that was teetering on the brink of collapse in front of him!
"call--!"
In an instant, a gust of yellow sand, obscuring the sky and accompanied by ear-piercing howls, rolled out from the treasure fan!
This yellow sandstorm is vicious.
It contains not only the heavy power of yellow sand, but also a sinister and filthy aura.
It can instantly corrode a cultivator's indestructible body and viciously defile a person's indestructible primordial spirit.
Clearly, this yellow sand treasure fan is a powerful acquired spiritual treasure.
Even more deadly is...
The swan, already severely injured, panicked and ran for its life when faced with such a terrifying and deadly attack.
It let out a mournful cry and gave up on changing direction.
Instead, it frantically burned the last of its innate essence and blood, crashing straight into the fragile outer array light barrier of Qingheishan!
"not good!"
Xuan Yao's face instantly darkened, and a cold killing intent flashed in his eyes.
If he continues to let it go unchecked, allowing this crazed swan to smash through the outer maze and lead the purple-robed Taoist's vicious yellow sand wind into the Taoist temple.
The White Fox Clan, the two boys Qingya Yuanguo, who had just settled down, and even the many creatures in his own dojo, would inevitably suffer great calamity under the terrifying aftershocks!
"court death!"
Having thought of this, Xuan Yao no longer hesitated.
Without moving, he decisively raised his right hand and pointed sharply in the direction of the mountain gate!
"Zheng—!"
A clear and resounding sword cry echoed throughout the entire Green Black Mountain.
The mid-grade acquired spiritual treasure, the Flying Gold Sword, which he had reforged and greatly enhanced in power, instantly burst forth from the depths of his dantian!
A dazzling sword light, carrying a majestic and incomparably fierce killing intent, instantly traversed the vast void.
"Boom—!"
The golden-black sword light precisely blocked the purple-robed Taoist's path.
Just one sword strike!
In a devastatingly powerful manner, it instantly cleaved the rolling yellow sandstorm in two!
The terrifying residual power of the sword energy carved a deep ravine in the void.
It forcefully stopped the swan that was about to crash into the formation, sending it flying several feet backward before it crashed onto the stone steps of the Qinghei Mountain gate.
"Who goes there?!"
The purple-robed Taoist saw that his confident, deadly strike had been easily shattered by a sudden burst of sword light, and his path forward had been ruthlessly cut off.
He was startled and quickly stopped in his tracks.
When he looked closely, he realized that the person blocking his way was a Taoist priest dressed in a black robe, with a cold and stern face, who also exuded the aura of a golden immortal.
A hint of gloomy fear and anger flashed in the narrow eyes of the purple-robed Taoist.
Xuan Yao stood calmly with his hands behind his back in front of the mountain-protecting formation.
His dark golden tiger eyes swept coldly over the purple-robed Taoist.
They completely ignored the swan bird that had fallen onto the stone steps and was trembling with fear.
Xuan Yao simply uttered an unequivocal order to the purple-robed Taoist priest to leave:
"This place is my place of quiet cultivation."
"If you know what's good for you, you'd better leave immediately."