In my twilight years of cultivating, I became a Supreme Daoist of the Longevity Path Chapter 621

Chapter 621: 270: Trapping the Nascent Soul!

The Dire Situation of the White-haired_3 Chapter 621: 270: Trapping the Nascent Soul!

The Dire Situation of the White-haired_3 With a ‘pop’, sparks flew in all directions!

The magic artifact, still refining in the Dan fire, was destroyed!

However, He Yingyu, at this point, was not concerned about the ruin of her painstakingly refined magic artifact, as she abruptly rose to her feet.

Her delicate brows were deeply furrowed, her eyes startled as she looked at the dull Ghost Jade Bracelet in her hand.

“Junior brother!”

The Ghost Jade Bracelet, one male and one female, would both be damaged simultaneously if either one were damaged.

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However, the female bracelet in her hand was just dull, not damaged, which seed to represent that the male bracelet had also not been damaged, but its current condition was undoubtedly bad.

Not to ntion that she and Chen Dengming had been practicing together for many years, and had already developed heartfelt perception, a fluttering of her spirit now hinted that Chen Dengming may have encountered so mishap.

He Yingyu forced herself to calm down, disregarding the ss and her grooming.

She swiftly left her cave dwelling intent on seeking help from the Ancestor.

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Half a cup of tea earlier.

The border city of the Eastern Region.

As the army of cultivators from the Soul Devouring Sect, accompanied by eight spirit boats, descended, the entire city’s defensive formation was in danger under the siege led by two Golden Core Elders of the Soul Devouring Sect.

The thunderous rumblings, like the collapse of stone mountains, echoed far and wide.

The City Defense Formation, fortified by the Hualong Sect, was constantly fluctuating under the strong onslaught, exploding with intense ripples of spiritual energy where the attacks landed.

Inside the city, faces of cultivators reflecting fear were glimpsed, gazing at the malevolent faces of the Soul Devouring Sect cultivators and the dark souls outside the formation.

A sense of despair gradually spread.

So were already whimpering quietly, begging.

“Great Celestial Spirits, Great Earthly Spirits, all deities in the heavens, show your rcy and spare and my father this ti.

After this, we will never co to this damned place again, and also, please bless Aunt Yun.”

In the crowd, a petite young lady was mumbling in fear and pleading, her eyes occasionally glancing at a glowing female figure floating in the sky.

“Alas!

Snow…”

Next to the young woman, a man with a face showing signs of age wore a complex, bitter expression.

He held the young woman’s shoulders, his lips moving as he contemplated whether to reveal to her now that the powerful Golden Core cultivator floating in the sky, referred to as Aunt Yun, was actually her mother.

This man was none other than Li Rong, Chen Dengming’s forr neighbor.

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“Prepare to activate the Sect Spirit Banner!”

In the air outside the border city, a Golden Core Elder from the Soul Devouring Sect with a goat’s whiskers beard issued a loud howl of reminder.

Imdiately, eight spirit boats flew to the front of the city’s defensive formation.

On these boats, the Sect Spirit Banners ford by countless Soul Ghosts fluttered violently, condensing into eight huge, ferocious ghost faces.

They were about to burst from the banner bodies, aiming directly at the City Defense Formation.

But at this mont, a vast, terrifying aura as deep as an ocean spread from the Land of Fallen that virtually surrounded the border city on three sides.

It instantly shrouded the entire battlefield and the border city.

This vast, profound, and dreadful aura that seed to suppress heaven and earth was far more terrifying than the pressure emitted by a Nascent Soul True Monarch.

As soon as it spread, it shocked countless cultivators on the battlefield.

Their bodies tensed, their minds buzzed, and their eyes beca blank.

“What is…this…”

Both Golden Core Elders of the Soul Devouring Sect felt chills all over their bodies.

They stared in horror at the direction of the Land of Fallen, only to see a horrifying sight that they would rember for life.

They saw that the black fog from the distant Land of Fallen was as low as rapidly moving dark clouds, shaking the treetops.

The swirling, rolling fog ford a huge barrier as hard as iron from three directions, trapping the border city inside like a birdcage.

Darkness was everywhere!

The wilderness was plunged into chaos!

Tentacle-like black mist, similar to black tornadoes, danced crazily there, like a group of ferocious black dragons, intent on swallowing the earth.

And within the terrifying tentacles of countless tornado-like mist, a familiar domineering aura was struggling like a lamp in the storm, flickering unstably.

“Ancestor!!”

“It’s the Ancestor!”

All of the Golden Cores and nurous cultivators from the Soul Devouring Sect exclaid in horror.

They recognized the aura struggling amidst the endless dark fog as that of the Soul Devouring Ancestor.

But the mont they recognized it, a large number of tentacle-like black fog roared like dragons, swallowing the sun in an instant.

The figure of the Soul Devouring Ancestor was instantly engulfed and disappeared.

After a good while, a mournful and long scream echoed distantly.

A faint shadow tore through the black fog and instantly fled, disappearing without a trace.

All the cultivators from the Soul Devouring Sect felt as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over them, chilling them from head to toe.

Their heads buzzed and their morale, previously high, extinguished instantly.

It was as if the sky had collapsed!

Inside the city, many cultivators noticed this situation and cried out in astonishnt.

Li Xue, who was praying, stood dumbfounded for a while.

A thrilling flush of excitent suddenly covered her lovely face.

She hugged Li Rong, who was also flabbergasted, and shouted.

“Yay!

Dad!

We might be saved, the deities have shown rcy…”

Li Rong was also stunned as if in a dream.

Such a strange thing, he actually experienced it.

It seems that he, Old Li, was fated to survive, born to be a person with great fortune.

Back then, when his cousin Li Yue betrayed them, he had escaped a catastrophe.

Now again…

Thinking about this, he couldn’t help but think of his old friend Chen Ming.

“Could it be that my neighbor, the now distinguished Chen Baimao, is bestowing his good fortune upon , Old Li?”

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