Chapter 538: To the Wood Rock Marrow

y on top of her head. In an instant, there was a cracking sound, like a bamboo pole struck hard and bursting apart repeatedly.A streak of azure light circled the ruptured body of the Xu Zhu Yao Xian,...The nun's three-foot long strands of dust in her hand transformed into slender silver needles, dancing wildly in the air. Two corpses of cultivators lay on the ground, each covered in tiny puncture wounds, no doubt inflicted by the nun herself.

The one-armed, bearded middle-aged man who was at odds with the Taoist nun had blood scabs on his severed arm where the wound was. He still looked fierce. Looking at these cultivators, they all looked exhausted, obviously having fought for quite some time.

But at this time, the focus of the two groups was a plant no more than a foot high, with a trunk as thick as a fist. At first glance, it looked like a withered tree growing in several cracks in the rocks in the depths of the valley.

“To the heart of the wooden rock!” At this moment, even Chiyun Sang’s eyes showed a trace of fiery emotion.

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Lu Xia Tian was even more shocked. To Mu Yan Sui was a rare spiritual object between heaven and earth, resembling wood but not wood, resembling rock but not rock. Once possessed by a cultivator and refined, after a hundred years, it could elevate one's physical body to the terrifying level of the seventh or even ninth rank. Although the time consumed was somewhat long, and only Jindan cultivators could refine it, for a Jindan cultivator's lifespan, it was completely usable. Lu Xia Tian himself was a Body Cultivator. However, after entering the Jindan stage, his progress in Body Cultivation had been stagnant. Body Cultivators' explosive power during combat, as well as their endurance and recovery ability from injuries, far surpassed that of ordinary cultivators. However, To Mu Yan Sui also had one major drawback: once consumed, the physical cultivation would at most stop at the ninth rank, with no further progress.

But for many Jindan cultivators, a hundred years is entirely waitable. Although many Zhuji cultivators even reach over two hundred years old before forming a pill, and even Chiyun Sang and Wang Tuogu, several people don't have enough lifespan to completely refine the Mu Yan髓 one day. But no one's heart doesn't exist a fantasy about Yuanying. Even for Yuanying cultivators, if the body strength can reach the seventh or ninth rank, it is also a great temptation. This branch of Mu Yan髓, even if they don't need it, selling it could even be worth a Jieying Pill! As for the influence brought by taking Mu Yan髓, the physical cultivation reaching the ninth rank is not a problem for these Jindan cultivators. After all, besides a very small number of people with extraordinary talents and powerful backing, few people would choose to cultivate both spiritual cultivation and physical cultivation at the same time. Even those people wouldn't expect both types of cultivation to break through to the Yuanying stage simultaneously. Mu Yan髓 is a treasure that can shake the world and is priceless!

It's no wonder that these two groups of people are fighting so fiercely for this piece of Zimu Yan Sui. Near Zimu Yan Sui, there's also the corpse of a ninth-order demonic bull, its body also covered in tiny holes, probably killed by that Daoist nun. Just didn't expect another group to come and attack later.

The long sword wielded by the middle-aged man with a beard was pierced with holes by the dense silver thread-like attacks. The daoist nun's fingertip brushed against the chest of the armless middle-aged man, causing him to spew a mouthful of blood and fly backward. However, the petite daoist nun remained motionless, her cold eyes scanning towards Lu Xiaottian and the others, "Since you're here, come out. Don't hide."

"Amazing Taoist priestess, if you hadn't fought so fiercely before, I probably wouldn't have been able to lay a finger on you. Now, I don't even know how much strength you still have left!" Chi Yun Sang knew she had been discovered and immediately rose into the air. She brandished the crimson-black pagoda in her hand without hesitation. It grew rapidly, swelling to several dozen meters tall in the blink of an eye, and pressed down on the slender Taoist priestess.

The thin Taoist nun’s face was flushed with anger. With a wave of her whisk, it transformed into thousands of silken threads, like silver needles, piercing toward the crimson-black pagoda.

It was strange, the crimson-black pagoda looked to weigh over a thousand pounds, like Mount Tai pressing down. The thin Taoist nun's whisk looked incredibly fragile, as if it could be softened with a touch, yet this pagoda, weighing like a small mountain, pressed down and completely blocked those silver strands of her whisk that danced in the wind. It hung in mid-air but never seemed to fall.

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"Tsk!" Chi Yun Sang, pinching esoteric incantations between her hands, pointed at the crimson-black pagoda. A torrent of magical energy transformed into a beam of light, striking the pagoda. A wave of brilliance erupted around it. Suddenly, the pagoda descended with a mighty force.

The Taoist nun's face turned pale. Her wide Daoist robe billowed in the wind, making her already slender frame appear even more fragile. The petite nun stretched out her palm and supported it on the handle of the whisk. The whisk rose like a giant dandelion puff. Silver threads began to coil around the crimson-black pagoda.

While the battle between Chiyun Sang and the thin Daoist nun raged, the bearded, armless middle-aged man and his companions fled in all directions.

Wang Du怪, He You sheng, Yang Cuiyun, and Lu Xiaotian and others each charged into the battle. The frail Daoist nun now had only four subordinates left, two of whom were injured. Although they were all cultivators at the mid-stage of the Golden Core realm, facing Lu Xiaotian and his numerically superior forces, they fell into a disadvantage as soon as they clashed.

Lu Xia Tian attacked a woman in blue robes in front of him with his Splitting Earth Saber while simultaneously focusing all his attention on the fight between the petite Daoist nun and Chi Yun Sang with his secondary soul. He had never before witnessed such a close-up battle between Golden Core Stage experts.

At this time, the lower section of the red-black pagoda had been wrapped tightly by silver threads. The red-black pagoda caught in the middle trembled violently, trying to break free, but it was utterly unable to escape.

Even these silver threads seemed to want to drill into the crimson-black pagoda. Chi Yun Sang let out a cold snort, leaped into the air, and with a flicker of his figure, he flew over hundreds of meters in an instant. He landed on top of the pagoda with a single foot. The crimson-black pagoda, which was originally entangled by silver threads, suddenly fell another section. Countless energy surged out from the pagoda, mixed with a large amount of burning flames.

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The tiny Daoist nun's face changed dramatically. She hurriedly tried to control her whisk and retract it, but by this time it was already too late for her to control it. The crimson-black pagoda had surged down with the force of a thousand jun. The silver threads that were once incredibly tough were now beginning to char under the burning flames. Ten or so had already turned black, and the fire continuously spread along the silver threads towards the handle of the whisk.

Pff! The petite Daoist priest spat out a mouthful of blood, her body as if struck by a tremendous force, suddenly flung backward hundreds of meters.

He Yousheng, Yu Xia, Zhao Nanxing and others nearby saw that the frail Daoist nun was seriously injured and was now close to them. After just severely wounding their opponents, they instantly surrounded the frail Daoist nun.

The thin Daoist nun's face was grim, and she spat another mouthful of blood onto the already damaged whisk. The dozen or so silver threads on the whisk had been damaged by the flames just now. Now, stimulated by the Daoist nun's essence blood, they flared brightly again, shooting towards He Yousheng and the others.

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