In my twilight years of cultivating, I became a Supreme Daoist of the Longevity Path Chapter 842

Chapter 842: 348: Thousand Luo Ghost Shade!

Man’s plans are inferior to Heavenly Calculation_2 Chapter 842: 348: Thousand Luo Ghost Shade!

Man’s plans are inferior to Heavenly Calculation_2 “No, don’t co closer—”

“Hehehehe—”

Ghost man Zhu Xun glared with eyes wide as bells, chuckling creepily.

Seizing the mont while the old woman’s Nascent Soul had not yet broken free from constraints, he pounced viciously, clamping his ferocious fanged mouth harshly onto the old woman’s face.

This might also count as the most glorious mont in the life of the butcher Zhu Xun, who, with the qualifications of a forr market Loose Cultivator butcher, flew at her face, gnawing on the Nascent Soul old lady!

“Ah— Die, ghost!!”

The old woman’s Nascent Soul felt a strong humiliation and forcefully unleashed an intense Nascent Soul power, loosening the constraints of the Mini Array Spirit and the Soul Attracting Banner, breaking several of Zhu Xun’s sharp teeth and fading his Soul Body slightly.

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Ghost man Zhu Xun instantly flew into a rage.

“Drag her here, trap her, then start the process.

Now is not the ti to play.”

Chen Dengming shouted lowly, pulling out the Soul Fetching Bow and Rod, maintaining the Devouring Spirit Skill’s suction field to prevent the old woman’s Nascent Soul from escaping, while his figure dashed forward simultaneously.

Ghost man Zhu Xun swiftly cooperated, beginning to drag and tie up the old woman.

…

A few breaths later.

A strong Nascent Soul pressure disappeared inside the Soul Fetching Bow and Rod.

Chen Dengming breathed a sigh of relief, imdiately dissolving the suction field of the Devouring Spirit Skill.

The oppressive feeling of the surrounding void collapsing vanished instantly, and countless dust particles drawn in around him all fell down.

He still maintained the towering eighteen-zhang Ancient Human Immortal Body state but could feel the Human Immortal Dao Force rapidly depleting.

Despite the seemingly powerful and enormous Ancient Human Immortal Body, there was a risk it could revert to its normal state at any mont.

The super strength and bursts of power from the Ancient Human Immortal Body were obtained through the short-term consumption of a vast amount of Human Immortal Dao Force.

The punch he had struck just now with the enhancent of Human Immortal Dao Force in the Human Immortal Body had already completely surpassed the Nascent Soul early-stage cultivators in terms of power level.

Even if this power could not compare in total volu with Nascent Soul Stage Cultivators, its value lay in the intense concentration and explosive force in that mont.

That’s why he could shatter the physical body of the Nascent Soul early-stage old woman with one punch.

However, when the opponent’s Nascent Soul tried to flee afterward, if it weren’t for his use of other Ghost Path soul-binding techniques, it indeed would have been very difficult to capture the Nascent Soul.

The last ti he was able to easily capture Tan Xiangkun’s Nascent Soul, it was also due to the interference and restraint provided by the Dragon Beast.

Chen Dengming assessed that his current combat capabilities should already enable him to face off against Nascent Soul early-stage Cultivators head-on, and even mid-stage Nascent Soul Cultivators might not easily defeat him.

But this could only be sustained for a very short ti.

If the Nascent Soul Cultivators who knew about him deliberately aid for a drawn-out battle, then he would undoubtedly be dood to defeat.

At this mont, feeling his remnant Human Immortal Dao Force reduced to just three-fifths, he dared not delay anymore.

His gaze shifted to the area below, completely enveloped by blood-red soul hair, looking akin to a demonic blood-red forest, filled with eerie darkness.

He could no longer sense Feng Qingbo’s presence.

Now wasn’t the ti to worry about potentially causing unintended harm.

Hesitating out of fear would not only delay the battle opportunity but also wouldn’t pose any significant threat to a much stronger entity like the Qianluo Ghost King.

Chen Dengming, seizing the opportunity, suddenly raised his huge silver Iron Fist, concentrating Human Immortal Dao Force.

Linggang Qi Strength swiftly swirled around his body, making his full head of silvery hair glisten and dance.

He abruptly twisted his waist and dove forward, from on high, and threw a punch!

Boom!

Accompanied by a terrifying sonic boom, the swirling Linggang Qi Strength rged into the punch, rapidly frictioning against the air, compressing it, and exploding into a burst of flas.

A gleaming high-pressure column of fist strength crossed several hundred zhang, like a white rainbow piercing the sun.

It was as if an ancient Human Immortal was looking down upon the world, pointing out territories, with a flick of a finger at a challenging ant on the ground, the silver light imdiately igniting half the sky.

…

Three breaths ago, within the Qianluo Ghost Shade ford by countless soul techniques combined with the Ghost Path Senluo techniques.

Blood-red strands of hair infiltrated deeply through Feng Qingbo’s 36,000 pores into his flesh and even penetrated his Nascent Soul, drawing power from it.

Under such a bizarre and terrifying technique of the Ghost King, Feng Qingbo could only barely protect himself, even that protection teetering on the brink of danger.

He cursed his bad luck and lanted incessantly.

Initially, he thought that by protecting Chen Dengming as they left, he would at most encounter an old Nascent Soul monster.

With his mid-Nascent Soul cultivation, as long as he didn’t et soone like the Soul Devouring Old Demon, a veteran of the Nascent Soul monsters, he could generally cope.

Yet he encountered two Nascent Soul ambushes right after stepping out, as if they had been targeting them all along, especially the Ghost King he was currently facing whose strength was so formidable that even he was forced on the defensive, struggling even for self-preservation.

He had seldom experienced such Ghost Path techniques before.

Now that they were in combat, he found himself completely outmatched, gradually slipping into a perilous abyss, his heart sinking.

“Trouble now, am I, Feng Qingbo, really going to fall here today?

Had I known, I would rather have stayed in the Cursed Land, uncomfortable as it might have been, at least I would have had my life…”

“How is little friend Chen faring now?

Can he create another opportunity for ?”

Feng Qingbo’s heart was already besieged by nurous despairing thoughts, even placing his hopes on the weaker Chen Dengming.

Nevertheless, just now Chen Dengming had indeed secured him an opportunity to counterattack, otherwise, he would have already been defeated.

Although he didn’t know how Chen Dengming managed to assist him under the threat of a Nascent Soul Cultivator, that assistance had given him a glimpse of hope, a hope…

that even he found amusing and depressing when he thought about it.

At this mont, he could feel strands of red soul hair beginning to perate the protective layer of his Nascent Soul, as if countless vengeful souls were howling bitterly.