Chapter 827 - 394: Black Iron Intimidates the Mighty Spirit! Pure Yang Treasure, Celestial Talisman [2]

Chapter 827: Chapter 394: Black Iron Intimidates the Mighty Spirit! Pure Yang Treasure, Celestial Talisman [2]

Buzz...

The Hidden Sword Seal’s spiritual light flourished, emitting a faint hum.

Almost at the same moment, both the Thunder City Demon-Catching Golden Seal and the Jingming Dongyang Seal began to tremble violently.

While these two are merely residual seals, their origins are anything but ordinary. The remaining incense fire spiritual power suddenly boiled, like an unyielding will, emitting strange sounds, akin to dragon roars and tiger growls, continuously impacting the Treasure Refining Platform, as if trying to break free.

"Dragon and Tiger!"

An Wuyang’s gaze was sharp as a line. He knew that these two residual seals wouldn’t be easily subdued, so he traveled far and wide to come to Maoshan, seeking to refine a magical treasure.

"Even with just residual seals left, the talisman seals of Dragon Tiger Mountain aren’t easily refined." Fang Changle sighed.

He subconsciously glanced at Zhang Fan, who remained expressionless, only staring intently at the Treasure Refining Platform.

Rumble...

Suddenly, a peculiar wave arose within the ancient temple, like ripples in an autumn pond, spreading layer by layer, covering the Treasure Refining Platform.

"Purple Sky Divine Command Jade Seal!" Zhang Fan raised an eyebrow.

This supreme talisman seal of Dragon Tiger Mountain finally exerted its effect at this moment. The peculiar wave instantly suppressed the struggle of the two residual seals.

At Dragon Tiger Mountain, amidst the 108 talisman seals, the strong suppress the weak.

Not to mention, these are merely two residual seals. Even at their peak, they couldn’t contend with the eleventh-ranked Purple Sky Divine Command Jade Seal.

Buzz...

In the Bright Glaze, the two residual seals became increasingly blurred, with cracks gradually appearing. The boiling incense fire spiritual power began to leak, slowly flowing toward An Wuyang’s Hidden Sword Seal.

"Ultimately, it will merge with the light and the dust!" Zhang Fan sighed in his heart, feeling somewhat disheartened.

Dragon Tiger Mountain, the progenitor of the Daoist Sect, the ancestor of the Profound Sect, once shone brightly, but now, the talisman seals worshipped in the temple have become materials for others to refine magical treasures.

This sadness is beyond words.

Buzz... Buzz...

Suddenly, a strange wave emanated from Zhang Fan’s pocket, like a heartbeat, growing stronger and stronger.

"Hmm!?"

Zhang Fan, sensing something, instinctively looked down.

Rumble...

At this moment, a stream of golden light leaped out of his pocket, transforming into a long rainbow, crossing the void directly and flying towards the Treasure Refining Platform.

Such an unexpected scene startled Fang Changle beside him.

"Zhang Fan, what are you doing?" Fang Changle exclaimed.

"I... I didn’t do anything, damn it." Zhang Fan replied in a daze.

The golden stream of light entered the Treasure Refining Platform, entering the Bright Glaze.

Everyone noticed this scene; under the golden stream of light was a small seal.

Mighty Spirit Demon-Suppressing Gold Seal!!!

Rumble...

As soon as the Mighty Spirit Demon-Suppressing Gold Seal landed on the Treasure Refining Platform, it emitted a deafening roar, seemingly harboring great enmity toward the Hidden Sword Seal. The golden stream of light boiled, directly entangling the Thunder City Demon-Catching Golden Seal and Jingming Dongyang Seal.

"Zhang Fan, are you crazy? How dare you seize fortune?" Mao Baifeng’s eyes sharpened, glaring at Zhang Fan as he scolded sternly.

He never expected that someone would be so reckless, daring to snatch a chance under the public’s eyes.

"I... I..."

Zhang Fan hesitated, unable to explain, feeling truly innocent this time.

At present, he too was bewildered and confused.

Although, Li Miaoyin once said that magical treasures are a different kind of life.

But the Mighty Spirit Demon-Suppressing Gold Seal is merely a Yellow Feather Treasure; it shouldn’t autonomously break free without its owner’s command.

Unless, some unknown change occurred within it, a change even Zhang Fan was unaware of.

"What a good talisman seal!"

At this moment, An Wuyang’s eyes lit up dramatically, and he took a step forward, his primordial spirit emerging from his body.

Rumble...

Three feet overhead, above the celestial spirit, An Wuyang’s primordial spirit was grand and mighty, the Ninefold Primordial Light undying, revealing the Great Master Ninth Realm.

This descendant of Zhongnan Mountain also reached this point, standing at the threshold, peering into the Sect Leader Realm.

"His primordial spirit..."

Fang Changle’s perception was incredibly keen. He felt that An Wuyang’s primordial spirit was different, grand and mighty, yet elusive.

Zhang Fan’s gaze intensified, feeling An Wuyang’s primordial spirit pulsating at an extremely terrifying frequency, breathing tens of thousands of times per breath.

Such an enormous frequency made his primordial spirit both capturable and extraordinarily powerful, threatening to annihilate everything near it.

This was an extraordinarily special cultivation method and an exceedingly mysterious state.

"He’s not cultivating the technique of Zhongnan Mountain!" Zhang Fan mused.

Buzz...

Almost simultaneously, An Wuyang’s primordial spirit moved, manipulating the Hidden Sword Seal from hundreds of meters away.

A magical treasure, with or without its master’s command, makes a world of difference.

On the Treasure Refining Platform, the Hidden Sword Seal resurrected, a sword hum soared into the sky, and mysterious talisman seals, like sword marks, gleamed brilliantly, forcibly severing the golden stream of light released by the Mighty Spirit Demon-Suppressing Gold Seal.

Rumble...

The fierce might of the Hidden Sword Seal was relentless, sword light surging like a tide, enveloping the Mighty Spirit Demon-Suppressing Gold Seal, with dreadfully revealing destructive power, continuously battering this talisman seal.

"He’s trying to refine your seal altogether." Fang Changle’s eyebrow twitched, exclaiming.

"Reaping what you sow!" Xiao Changfeng couldn’t help but laugh.

Mao Baifeng’s gaze, laced with schadenfreude, suggested that anyone daring to be so unruly at Maoshan deserved some consequences.