Chapter 828 - 394: Black Iron Shocks the Mighty Spirit! Pure Yang Treasure, Celestial Talisman _3

Chapter 828: Chapter 394: Black Iron Shocks the Mighty Spirit! Pure Yang Treasure, Celestial Talisman _3

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"That won’t do."

Zhang Fan frowned tightly; although this wasn’t his intention, he couldn’t stand idly by and watch as the [Mighty Spirit Demon-Suppressing Gold Seal] was refined by others.

With that thought, he stepped forward, and his Primordial Spirit emerged.

Rumble...

Cang Mountain shuddered, dark clouds churned.

Mao Baifeng and Xiao Changfeng’s faces slightly sank, seeing Zhang Fan’s Primordial Spirit soaring, an intangible pressure surged from all directions.

"His Primordial Spirit..."

Mao Baifeng’s heart jumped, her beautiful eyes wide with a hint of surprise. Under her observation, she couldn’t glimpse the full scope of Zhang Fan’s Primordial Spirit.

This was simply unbelievable.

"Hmm!?"

At this moment, An Wuyang’s Primordial Spirit turned, entirely attracted by Zhang Fan’s Primordial Spirit, separated by ten feet yet appearing as if right in front.

Without excessive words, this inheritor from Zhongnan Mountain regarded him as a formidable foe.

With just one glance, he knew the man before him could indeed be called an adversary.

"Good!"

An Wuyang exclaimed in admiration; his Primordial Spirit suddenly arrived like a sword light, resembling thunder, a terrifying presence sweeping across.

Zhongnan Mountain of this lineage, with such an inheritor, was destined to shine brightly.

Rumble...

Facing the oppressively coming Primordial Spirit, Zhang Fan stepped forward, actually colliding with it.

A terrifying ripple spread across Refining Treasure Peak, the crowd bewildered, as if the world was darkened, the clarity of heaven and earth unseen.

Under countless astonished gazes, An Wuyang’s Primordial Spirit shattered like sword light, abruptly dispersed, yet in the next breath, reassembled and manifested right where it stood.

As for Zhang Fan’s Primordial Spirit, it stood motionless, spanning the peaks.

"He... his Primordial Spirit could actually withstand An Wuyang!?" Mao Baifeng’s heart was shaken, incredulous.

She vaguely knew Zhang Fan’s background, a disciple of Zhenwu Mountain, able to associate with figures like Fang Changle and Meng Qiwu; he certainly wouldn’t be weak.

Yet she hadn’t expected how high this person’s Dao Practice was, able to stand evenly with the inheritor of Zhongnan Mountain.

Though just a single face-off, not truly a contest of Daoist Skill, the clash of Primordial Spirits revealed much.

"Evenly matched?" An Wuyang stood afar, shaking his head, secretly musing: "His Primordial Spirit could suppress mine!?"

Rumble...

At this instant, a violent sound rang from the Treasure Refining Platform, capturing everyone’s attention.

Zhang Fan looked up, within the ancient temple, the [Purple Sky Divine Command Jade Seal] offered by Maoshan reappeared, its strange wave promptly suppressing the [Mighty Spirit Demon-Suppressing Gold Seal].

The golden light dimmed, becoming blurred alongside the other residual seals.

"It’s useless." An Wuyang shook his head, slightly relieved.

He knew Zhang Fan’s Dharma Seal could stir no further turmoil; entering the Treasure Refining Platform, like a fierce tiger entering a trap, it would face refinement.

Buzz...

At that moment, the golden glow around the Mighty Spirit Demon-Suppressing Gold Seal completely dimmed; a mixed black rust seeped from within, the terrifying aura like an abyss, instantly tearing and devouring the [Purple Sky Divine Command Jade Seal]’s wave.

"This is..."

Zhang Fan’s eyes rounded, a peculiar expression arose.

"Damn it..."

At this moment, he finally understood why the [Mighty Spirit Demon-Suppressing Gold Seal] was so unusual.

The treasure was infected by the Black Iron Plate.

Clang... Clang... Clang...

Meanwhile, deep within Maoshan, a bell rang, echoing; within the ancient Pure Yang Hall, a strange wave soared, shaking everyone.

"The Celestial Talisman is awakened!?"

Within Three Straw Hall, under the Ancestral Master’s seat, Maoshan Sect Leader Chen Zhuqing awakened from meditation, deep eyes reflecting a hint of surprise.