Mysteries of Immortal Puppet Master - Chapter 927 - 327: Take Her Away—!

Chapter 927: Chapter 327: Take Her Away—!

The bead string in his hand cracked, but the Lord of Wangchuan did not bow his head, nor did he look at it, just accelerated the motion.

He had rich combat experience and knew well: at this moment, he must not hesitate or feel pain for this loss of foundation! Let it be wasted, as long as he can overcome this difficulty, the gain will be enormous, his whole cultivation career will be elevated.

As the Lord of Wangchuan exerted pressure, the bead string became increasingly fragile, starting to shed tiny fragments.

But in exchange, the vortex in the tributary of Wangchuan spun faster and stronger.

The Ice Coffin of the Cold Abyss was trapped at the center of the vortex, with tiny ice crystals being flung from its surface.

And sealed within the Ice Coffin, the Netherworld Flood Dragon Scissors began to tremble as the ice weakened.

A fierce glow exploded in the eyes of the Lord of Wangchuan as he struggled to perceive.

A wisp of black-gray aura was extracted from the Netherworld Flood Dragon Scissors, permeating through the ice coffin, and flying out of the tributary.

The black-gray aura suddenly expanded and extended in mid-air, transforming into two flood dragons, with scales and claws intact, their whiskers and hair bristling.

They entangled and collided in the air, releasing a terrifying aura.

Clang!

The sound of metal clashing erupted like flowing clouds, and the flood dragon aura instantly condensed into the phantom of a delicate pair of scissors.

This scissors phantom was three feet long, wholly semi-transparent and black-gray.

The handles were formed by two Nether Dragons, their mouths wide open, fangs clutching the roots of the blades. The blade was curved, covered with fine scale patterns like a dragon’s spine. A thread of intensely refined dark blue gleam continuously flowed at the blade’s edge.

Phantom of the Netherworld Flood Dragon Scissors!

The true body of the Netherworld Flood Dragon Scissors had concealed power to its extreme without leaking a trace, looking ordinary, but its effective power was terrifying. It was by this national treasure that the Lord of Wangchuan secured victory in his battle against his lifelong strongest adversary, Yin Jiu.

The power of the phantom derived from the Netherworld Flood Dragon Scissors was perhaps only one ten-thousandth, unable to contain itself, its aura leaked out, shocking both Ning Zhuo and Luo Si at heart!

Iron Han Armor!

Ning Zhuo tossed out a silver token.

The token transformed, and once again clad him in Iron Han Armor.

Previously, he could craft a new Iron Han Armor for Sun Lingtong, and naturally, he could manufacture more himself.

Ning Zhuo, being stable and cautious, during his time in the White Paper Immortal City, besides cultivation and case investigation, also found time to refine mechanical artifacts.

Not only the Mechanical Golden Swallow, but he also made several spare suits of Iron Han Armor.

The primary limitation for him previously was a lack of Golden Cores.

Now, he held more than just a couple of Golden Cores! With three major mechanical platforms aiding him, saving him much energy and time, making Iron Han Armor was not difficult.

Iron Han Armor spewed Li Fire, the Golden Wings bursting forth blinding platinum streamers, carrying Ning Zhuo swiftly backward like a startled fish, trying hard to distance himself from the phantom of the Netherworld Flood Dragon Scissors.

Luo Si was struggling in combat with the Earth Evil God.

The phantom of the Netherworld Flood Dragon Scissors did not engage, suspended in the air, just in this still state, making it more dreaded.

The aura of the phantom of the Netherworld Flood Dragon Scissors nearly made Luo Si’s scalp explode. He had to divide his focus to stay alert for possible attacks!

“Roar!”

The Earth Evil God growled lowly, sharply seizing this opportunity.

Its iron fist suddenly accelerated, force mounting, its might enough to shatter mountains and crumble peaks,

In the crisis, Luo Si’s arm swiftly swung out several afterimages.

Wangchuan ferry line!

Fishing Skill–Nine Abyss Water Drain Net!

The half-transparent fishing line stretched in the air and transformed into a fishing net. The net grew larger and larger, covering the Earth Evil God.

The Earth Evil God’s fierce fist fell into the fishing net, its strength continuously delayed and dispersed.

The net deeply embedded into its divine body.

The Earth Evil God growled lowly, a hint of suspicion and astonishment flashing. All because it felt its own divine power was like too many net holes on this fishing net, continuously leaking and disappearing.

But in doing so, Luo Si also lost one of his most relied upon two major treasures, leaving him only the Hook of Three Lifetimes.

While maintaining the fishing net with all his strength, he took out a replacement fishing rod and fish line, and with the Hook of Three Lifetimes, he assembled the fishing rod anew.

“Humph!” The Earth Evil God’s divine power leaked more and more, its figure shrinking as well.

“This divine separation indeed has single track methods.” It deployed various measures, finding it hard to break free of this fishing net, immediately altering strategies.

The Earth Evil God raised its head and inhaled wildly!

In an instant, the vast Earth-Lung Miasma surged over like rolling smoke, entering its body.

Its previously shrunk body then swelled rapidly like an inflating balloon, restoring to its former peak state.

Seeing this scene, Luo Si’s pupils contracted sharply to needlepoint size.

He hadn’t seen the Earth Evil God’s earlier confrontation with several transforming spirit level powerhouses. Since the fight began, this was the first time Luo Si forced out the opponent’s move.

“What kind of terrifying recovery power is this?!”

“Moreover, it can somehow rapidly convert Earth-Lung Miasma into divine power?”

“Is this…a natural god?!!”

Gods come in various types and classifications.

Many gods need to absorb incense, gain worship, draw on emotions to convert into divine power.

But there is also a kind of god, limited in number, able to absorb natural elements, easily converting them into divine power. This is a natural god.

Under norms, the Lord of Wangchuan as a soul cultivator, his divine separation should be an incense god type, unaware that the Earth Evil God turned out to be a natural god!

Clearly, the Lord of Wangchuan had unique opportunity, refining a more advantageous divine separation.

Luo Si silently cursed his bad luck, suffering from insufficient intelligence, attempting a war of attrition, but gave up a great treasure yielding little effect.

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