Chapter 3181: Chapter 1621: Sui Sect Plays Vanishing Technique to Affect Mindset, Defying the Heavenly Gang Forgets Hierarchy_2
“Don’t say that the three soul bodies of Cao Erzhu, grasped by the Hand of Hungry Ghost, are about to be blown away with the wind.
Even Xu Xiaoshou himself felt his spiritual senses in disarray, his spiritual source flowing away, and his physique about to disintegrate, turning into fragments to be ingested by Taotie.
Seeing this, Cursed Yin sneered at the corners of his lips, evidently witnessing these two breaking apart and turning into nutrients to return to himself.
Ancestral God Core…
Holy Emperor physique…
Yes!
...
At that time, Xu Xiaoshou could injure my Ancestral God’s thought.
But at this moment, even if I stand still, can he harm me at all?
Yet the battle turned out to be beyond divine expectation.
Under Cursed Yin’s watch, Xu Xiaoshou clearly struggled even to pause in the void, but suddenly he thrust the Dragon Painting Spear into the ground before him, stabilizing his uncontrollable form.
He freed his right hand, slowly raising it in front of his chest…
Looks familiar?
Cursed Yin had an ominous feeling, for no reason.
Without giving him time to react, below Xu Xiaoshou’s feet, the Technique Upanished Array appeared, merging his two fingers into a peculiar gesture…
Plagiarism?!
Cursed Yin’s three eyes instantly shifted their gaze.
Only to see Xu Xiaoshou’s index pressed against the back of his middle finger, lightly sliding down, his voice coldly shouting:
“Forbidden·Feast!”
What?
Cursed Yin was shocked.
Could this young man’s talent be so terrifying that he could deduce the essence from the outer appearance of the techniques I previously revealed?
Could it be that he searched through his entrails, he hadn’t used the “Forbidden·Feast” secretly in the battle at the Divine Relics, had he?
Plagiarism?
No no no, not plagiarism.
Altered yet fundamentally the same, how can it be plagiarism?
We cultural people call this “benchmarking,” and not to mention using yours, I even dare to curse you:
“Cursed Yin old dog, your technique, in my eyes, is just rubbish!”
Xu Xiaoshou completed his curse with a stroke of his finger.
The awakened skill, Forbidden·Feast, transformed into a massive crimson Taotie Beast Head behind him.
The black mouth of Taotie…
The red Taotie Beast Head…
Hallmaster Dao looked up from behind.
As unpredictable as he is, at this moment, he also couldn’t help but be alarmed—finding it hard to discern male from female, real from fake, unknown was the “origin of Phantom Swords Technique”!
The next breath.
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The massive red Taotie Beast Head swallowed, engulfing the entire body of the Holy Emperor, consuming the black Taotie behind him.
“Burp~”
Holy Power entered his body, instantly transforming, Xu Xiaoshou let out a full burp.
Looking closely, this power, contained not only the wind-type Holy Power, the power of the evil god, remnants of spiritual techniques, but also the aftermath of Path Principles…
Too much!
This bite was too full!
As the origin of Phantom Swords Technique, Technique Ancestor Evil Transformation, Cursed Yin, unexpectedly lost to this new young person during the combat of techniques. How marvelous!
But Xu Xiaoshou was just boasting; he knew he couldn’t actually surpass the opponent.
With Cursed Yin’s technique disrupted, backlash ensued within, and following that, the method of Soul Absorption naturally crumbled.
He passed through the hand of Hungry Ghost at the gate of hell, taking advantage of the temporarily quiet “Blood-sucking Soul-squeezing” technique, pulling back Cao Erzhu who he wanted to save.
“Run!”
He didn’t even care about Cursed Yin’s ashen face, silent and uncommunicative.
Xu Xiaoshou isn’t that kind of chap who would apologize after hitting someone; grabbing the precious column, he legged it.
The Diagram reveals the blade.
No more pretending.
“Hallmaster Dao, Uncle Divine, I run first; you cover our rear!”
…
Defying the Heavenly Gang!
Truly, Defying the Heavenly Gang!
Even bearing the guise of Holy Emperor, anyone could see at this moment, beneath the calm sea surface, the raging anger hidden within Cursed Yin.
If he’d used another method, directly broke through his technique and spiritual techniques, Cursed Yin might have admitted inferiority, but his expression wouldn’t be so dark and sinister.
His body was full of techniques, easily countering any move; Xu Xiaoshou simply couldn’t escape!
But this chap, wearing the “technique” guise, purposefully used another system of power to disgust him, Cursed Yin felt humiliated.
His mentality was shaken.
“Young junior, not recognizing hierarchies, unaware of reverence!”
I was originally going to play along slowly…
Now?
No more interest!
Cursed Yin’s four great hands simultaneously raised.
The Seeking Tao Spear firstly touched upon wind-type Great Path, understanding enveloped, fortune touched spirit.
Following which, Canglong Drinking Moon Map displayed.
Not only a mysterious array diagram similar to wind-type Upanishad appeared beneath Cursed Yin’s feet, but also all elements within the Divine Relics turned into a green hue of wind-type.
“Wind!”
Whoo whoo…
Extreme wind!
Extreme Path!
The Bai Ye Feather Fan hid, no longer only taking control.
Wind Rites Sutra fluttered in his hands, Cursed Yin’s current desire was to use absolute violence and crush everyone here to dissolve the humiliation in his heart.
“Wind rising force!”
Rumble…
Amidst deafening sounds.
In the Divine Relics, the rootless source brought about a green light, suddenly forming a fierce wind, ravaging this world and earth.
“Boom!”
A mass of green storm, taking the Canglong Drinking Moon Map beneath Cursed Yin as the base point, flooded left and right for tens of thousands of miles, creeping into the spatial fragment.
“No one, can escape!”
But also simultaneously…
Hallmaster Dao, the Divine’s soul, darted into Cao Erzhu’s body, grabbed the Overlord, flashed in front of Cursed Yin, charging into the center of the storm.
Hallmaster Dao: “Your opponent, is me!”
The Divine: “Us.”
…
Boom!
The moment a roaring explosion erupted behind, Xu Xiaoshou couldn’t help but look back from afar.
Within the storm engulfing the entire heaven and earth, Overlord Stick shadows heavily overlapped, flooding everything.
As if one more glance, and one would be beaten to a pulp through the void.
But the Holy Emperor’s Wind Rites Sutra, spiritual techniques were released instantly, thrown out like they cost nothing.
“Righteous Disintegration!”
“Broken scroll!”
“Warm Cloud!”
“Zou Xun!”
“…”
Stepping under Qing Gang, casually wielding the violent wind.