Chapter 1706 - 671: Blade Slays the Great Saint (Part 2)

Chapter 1706: Chapter 671: Blade Slays the Great Saint (Part 2)

The White Qilin stared at the flesh of his one-armed kin, cautious, unsure which body part this "tribal uncle" might explode next. Such a method of wanting to kill the enemy before severing oneself made his face twitch slightly, the danger being secondary; the key issue was the nauseating technique.

However, Qin Ming suddenly withdrew the ultimate divine skill, "One Qi Transforms Three Marks," and the three aged elders with damaged bodies swiftly retreated.

Qin Ming descended with his true body, charging toward the White Qilin.

He deeply felt that the flesh of these three Great Grandmasters wasn’t very useful, far inferior to the two puppets and the Insect Emperor. The mystical essence within these three was notably impoverished, making it difficult to fully unleash many skills.

White Qilin’s white clothes billowed, with his long hair flying and eyes cold enough to seemingly freeze all things. He remained silent, not inquiring who the enemy was, directly deploying forbidden techniques.

He understood that the person before him was the real deal, thus decisive in his killing intent, going straight for the kill.

He had triple-ringed pupils, emitting three layers of light expanding like ripples, exuding a terrifying pressure, threatening to tear the sky apart.

Instantly, the purple, gold, and black three-colored ripples resonated and overlapped, weaving out like a sky net, covering the opponent.

The resonance of the three-colored light also seemed to construct a tunnel to guide Qin Ming, drawing him into those fearful eyes.

This technique was indeed astounding, with the most crucial factor being the unsettling power, even slightly touching the bodies of the Red Robed Elder and the goatee elder, both Great Grandmasters, causing them to start collapsing.

Even if they had no consciousness or couldn’t immediately use skills to protect themselves, a Grandmaster-level flesh was anything but illusory; touching it briefly led to fragmentation.

Qin Ming resonated, causing them to fly backward, hiding behind restricted treasure medicine, avoiding the dreadful three-colored ripples.

Meanwhile, he initiated the Ancestor Insect’s Cry, likewise emitting luminous ripples, blending in mysterious Tao patterns, sweeping the night sky accompanied by spirit domain resonances, capable of killing flesh and severing consciousness.

With a thunderous roar, the forbidden domains’ mystical techniques collided, causing the entire celestial sanctuary relics to rumble, the fearsome Tao patterns, the intimidating Immortal Light, and the layered ripples raging across the Earth Realm.

White Qilin’s expression slightly changed, concerned about destroying the Immortal Field.

Qin Ming showed anticipation, the fiercer the battle, the better. Those miracle medicines were under restrictions, perfectly timed to break some.

White Qilin spoke, "I underestimated you; no wonder you dared to trespass our sect’s Immortal Field."

The next instant, his eyes emitted even more vibrant three-colored ripples, triggering horrifying Tao resonance, shaking the heavens and earsplitting.

If this place weren’t isolated, it would surely alarm Feixian Mountain, causing chaos.

Three-colored ripples carried the Tao Rhythm, resembling the true meaning of the Three Lives transforming to all things, countless divine phenomena emerging, all reinforcing White Qilin, making him increasingly holy and transcendent, akin to the Tao’s carrier descending to the mortal realm.

A vortex appeared in his eyes, forming two hazy ripple tunnels to guide Qin Ming single-handedly along two paths, connecting into his eyes, naturally intending to first tear him apart, then let him sink.

Qin Ming was unafraid, continually using the Ancestor Insect’s Cry, excavating the secrets of forbidden skills in combat, unveiling deeper domain power this time.

The Ancestor Insect seemed to reappear in the world, once struggling against heaven, battling against drastic changes in the whole worldly environment for the future path and the grand Tao.

Such despair, indescribable, utterly resolute, either dying or rebirth, precisely because of this, led to the sublimation of the Ancestor Insect’s Cry, becoming an ultimate song.

For a moment, the night shattered, seemingly about to witness the sun, moon, and stars.

This time, the two future Great Saints employed ultimate skills, fighting terrifyingly, the nearby treasure medicine restrictions dimming and flickering under damage, the Immortal Field collapsing with Five-Colored Fire Springs surging up.

Qin Ming frowned, in this showdown, he blocked the opponent’s three-colored ripples.

Simultaneously, he also understood why he hadn’t pushed the Ancestor Insect’s Cry to its highest level, because although he sensed the Ancestor Insect’s plight, he himself lacked the despair.

The Ancestor Insect despaired because his path reached its end, the grand Tao was vast, all things were decaying, his Tao and even his lifespan were withering.

White Qilin’s pupils contracted, retracting the three-colored ripple pupil light, raising his hand, igniting a sky-covering blaze of True Sun Fire, directly rampaging.

Qin Ming ceased studying the Ancestor Insect’s Cry, slashing out the Exotic Gold Blade, the Thunder Seal intertwined, with brilliant blade light, coupled with Thunder Fire surging, Taichu Thunder Seal howling.

The True Sun Fire turned the night sky crimson, seemingly shrouded by dusk glow.

Meanwhile, the adding of Thunder Fire made the place resemble a purgatory, with intense explosions and Tao Rhythm turbulence sweeping across the enclosed celestial sanctuary relics.

"Excellent!" Qin Ming commented, this destructive storm being quite effective in breaking this place’s restrictions, the light curtains outside the exotic flowers and Divine Grass dimming considerably.

Qin Ming stepped onto the Primordial Element Golden Bridge, resembling a demon traversing the Night Fog Sea, instantly forcing close to the opponent, blade light radiating Thunder Light, connecting heaven and earth, winds and thunders booming.

White Qilin, extremely assertive, refused to retreat even half a step, confronting directly, a compact mysterious metal spear appearing in his hand, only chopstick-length, wholly cerulean.

It expanded with the wind, swiftly transforming into a long spear taller than a person, with intoxicating blue, streaming light and colorful sparkles, the transparent spear body akin to a perfect artwork.