The Great Martial Saint!

Chapter 993 The Great Cultivation Battle, Fellow Daoist, Spare My Life

Baosha Sanren's mind went blank for a moment, and the smile on his face froze instantly.

"When?"

To his horror, he discovered that he could not sense the other person's presence at all.

By the time he sensed it, the other party had already appeared in front of him so openly.

A pale blue streak of light descended from the distant horizon, stepping on the light itself. Within the light, a figure in flowing robes appeared, yet his face was incredibly youthful, and his ethereal demeanor made him seem even more otherworldly.

Rumble~

The soul-shaking tremors in the sky, like thunderous punishment, had not yet completely subsided. The ripples and aftershocks transformed into a terrifying shockwave, shaking the surrounding yellow sand layer by layer.

hum~

The sand-yellow pagoda in Baosha Sanren's hands shone brightly, its spiritual light rippled upwards from its base. A continuous stream of yellow sand gushed forth from within the pagoda.

The sand and gravel, which were originally on the verge of collapse and in pieces, were replenished at this moment, barely managing to maintain the situation.

"Who are you?"

Baosha Sanren's expression was indifferent, and there was no smile on his face.

If the other party's aura hadn't been so unfathomable, and there wasn't a high probability that he was a powerful cultivator of the same realm, he would have already made his move after the word "wild cultivator" had been uttered.

He stared coldly at the scene, his soul rippled in all directions, and he saw the expression on the face of the Prince of Bi Cang, as if he had seen a ghost.

At this moment, his mind was in turmoil, his meaning unclear.

"Isn't this a backup plan by the Prince?"

"Chen Chen Ping An?"

Prince Bi Cang was in a daze, but at this moment, a brief clarity appeared in his eyes, which widened and his expression was full of disbelief.

He gazed at the figure in the distance, clad in a flowing robe, and felt a tremor in his heart, a sense of astonishment and awe beyond words.

The shockwaves, like divine punishment, had not yet completely subsided. The terrifying divine soul that shook the entire arena exerted an oppressive force approaching that of his prime.

And all of this originated from that figure in the distance, high in the sky.

"Big revision!"

The Prince of Bicang was unusually clear-headed, and amidst his turbid thoughts, he actually managed to see through Chen Ping'an's realm.

Chen Ping'an, the hidden genius and guardian of Beishan, has actually entered the realm of great cultivation!

this.

Prince Bi Cang was deeply moved, his heart filled with indescribable shock.

This news was like a bombshell to him, unleashing a tsunami in his heart.

Even someone like him, who didn't pay much attention to the Hidden Dragon Ranking, knew what it really meant.

A celestial being who is not yet thirty years old.

What an incredible concept!

On the Hidden Dragon Ranking, Tianjiu Daozi Feng Lingyin, with his advanced cultivation, ranked first among the Hidden Dragons. This event shook the entire world, and he was hailed as the most talented person in the dynasty's three thousand years of history.

At less than forty years old, he achieved the realm of a great cultivator of the heavens and man, and with the aid of his Dao body, his divine and extraordinary combat power was terrifying beyond description.

And Chen Ping'an, the valiant swordsman?

Prince Bicang was deeply shaken and could no longer think about it further.

After a brief period of clarity, his consciousness once again became blurred.

Just when he thought he was about to fall into silence and chaos, a streak of light flashed and landed beside him in an instant.

"Your Highness, how have you been?"

Chen Ping'an's voice was gentle, and along with it came his pure and solidified true essence, which was nurtured and transferred into the body of the Prince of Bi Cang.

Normally, Chen Ping'an would need the permission of the Prince of Bi Cang to do this. After all, they were cultivators of the same realm, and even he would find it difficult to transfer his true essence without restraint.

But now, given the current state of Prince Bicang, he is clearly no longer able to do that.

Only after channeling his true essence did he realize that the Prince of Bicang's physical condition was worse than he had imagined.

The true essence nurtured by a cultivator of the same realm could not help it in the slightest. The gloomy death aura had already taken over the spiritual power. Even if a pharmacist who was proficient in nurturing techniques was here, he would be powerless to reverse the situation.

Even if there's no way to reverse the situation, it's not difficult to achieve a short-lived resurgence.

After a moment's thought, Chen Ping'an took out a fourth-tier precious pill from his Myriad Spirits Bag, used his divine soul to shake it, and swallowed it into the mouth of the Prince of Bi Cang.

The precious pill was swallowed, but it would take time for its medicinal effects to dissipate, even with his divine soul's help, it still required a process.

He set up a simple barrier to protect the Prince of Bicang, and his gaze then truly fell on the bald man in the vast yellow sand in the distance.

The Great Renovation of the Western Wilderness, Bao Sha Sanren.

Despite being called a "major repair floor" by other cultivators in the same realm, its imposing presence is quite remarkable.

Baosha Sanren's eyes were wary, his expression shifting between light and dark. He held the sand-yellow pagoda in his hand, trying to guess the identity of the man in front of him.

However, he had limited information and the other party did not reveal any of their methods, so he was somewhat confused.

As he watched the other party settle the Prince of Bicang, his expression became extremely gloomy.

"Are you trying to ruin my plans?"

"You rogue cultivator from the wilderness, now that you see me here, why don't you retreat!" Chen Ping'an exuded an imposing aura and looked down upon others.

"You have quite the nerve!"

Baosha Sanren's expression darkened, and the pagoda in his hand was already pointing towards the sky.

By now, he had sacrificed too much, and victory was just around the corner. Suddenly, someone interfered and forced him to back down. He would not be satisfied without fighting back.

Others regarded him as a weakling among those of similar cultivation levels, but he never thought so. It was just that his cultivation methods had different focuses. He was known for his grand and majestic style, using endless yellow sand to change the terrain, covering a vast area. With such a grand scale, he naturally had to make some choices in terms of power.

This is the common sense of the practice, not a reason for his weakness.

boom!

The sand-yellow pagoda, spiraling in the air, swells in the wind, its imposing presence transforming it into the size of a small mountain in an instant.

Endless yellow sand surged forth, whipping up a sandstorm that swept towards Chen Ping'an below.

Whoosh!

The surging tide, like the waves of a river, flows endlessly.

Such a display of power was truly terrifying, yet Chen Ping'an's gaze remained unchanged, a glint of light flashing in his eyes.

Slurp~

A gray-white ancient bead appeared out of thin air.

In an instant, the yin wind surged, bone fire sprang up out of thin air, and the mist eroded, transforming into the ten directions of yin realm.

Under the corrosive influence of the bone fire, the overwhelming force of the yellow sandstorm momentarily subsided.

"This is."

Baosha Sanren froze, his eyes instantly filled with astonishment.

Why does this ancient and precious pearl feel so familiar, and why does it possess such wondrous power?

Before he could even begin to suspect anything, the scorching fire of corpses suddenly surged and spread rapidly through the Yin Wind Domain.

The yellow sand surrounding him instantly brought him a terrifying heat, and the chill beneath the extreme heat wave sent shivers down his spine.

"Yin Bone Corpse Fire!"

Bao Sha Sanren's heart skipped a beat, as if he had missed a beat.

He suddenly looked at the gray-white ancient bead spinning in mid-air, his expression one of shock and disbelief.

The Pearl of Yin Wind! The Corpse Fire of Yin Bones!

This is the legacy of the Great Cultivation of the White Bone!

"Why is this Yin Wind Pearl in his hands? And what about the Yin Bone Corpse Fire?!"

Baosha Sanren looked surprised and suspicious, and for a moment he was in a dilemma.

The Yin Wind Pearl is extremely famous and is a treasured artifact used by the White Bone Great Cultivator to protect his path. He had glimpsed the pearl's power from afar in the past.

Unlike him, the White Bone Grand Cultivator was a genuine veteran Grand Cultivator. He came from a rogue cultivator background but had reached the Grand Cultivator realm. He was decisive in killing and his methods were extremely difficult to deal with.

With his formidable fighting prowess, he was not someone who could easily provoke a direct confrontation.

In a moment of reverie, a terrifying conjecture surfaced in Baosha Sanren's mind, but before this conjecture could materialize into a thought, the scorching bone fire erupted forth.

"town!"

Baosha Sanren formed a hand seal, and crystalline yellow sandstone appeared out of thin air like clods of earth, forming a fortress to isolate the Yin Realm's bone fire.

He wasn't wealthy during the major repair, and didn't have many valuable treasures, but this sandstone was one of them.

But before he could catch his breath at the towering walls and deep fortifications that had sprung up out of thin air, a beam of withered yellow light darted through the Yin Realm and pierced through the fortifications at an incredible speed.

Its speed was so fast that it was impossible to resist. Under the shadow of the cold wind and bone fire, his swirling yellow sand was like a decoration, having no effect on slowing him down in the slightest, and he could only watch helplessly as his opponent approached.

"A withered bone vertebra!"

Bao Sha Sanren was greatly shocked. Seeing the White Bone Grandmaster's famous treasure once again filled him with indescribable emotions.

But this was no time to think about such things. Beneath the withered bones, he felt an immense threat and, without hesitation, he spat out yellow sand and used the mid-air pagoda to suppress it.

As a treasured guardian in his possession, the Sand Gathering Pagoda can be used not only to gather sand but also as a seal and suppression artifact.

boom!

The tower stands majestically, its imposing presence pressing down upon the land.

With the application of secret techniques, the tower's suppression speed was extremely fast, and the crystalline yellow sandstone also played a part, limiting the speed of the spikes slightly.

In such cases, the pressure on the vertebral puncture is inevitable.

Baosha Sanren breathed a slight sigh of relief, but his eyes were now filled with apprehension as he looked at the other party.

"The Yin Wind Pearl, the withered bone vertebrae, and the Yin Bone Corpse Fire—this isn't just a simple matter of a friendly inheritance. This is…"

Baosha Sanren was filled with fear and had already decided to retreat.

At that very moment, a sudden change occurred in the air. The withered bone spikes that were about to be suppressed suddenly split in two in mid-air. The mother spike became entangled with the sand-yellow pagoda, while the child spike transformed into a nihilistic gray light and bombarded him with terrifying force.

"not good!"

Bao Sha San was greatly shocked.

He knew the name of the Dry Bone Spike, but he didn't know it had such variations; the methods were completely unprepared.

At the critical moment, Baosha Sanren's aura suddenly changed, and he used a secret technique to escape, barely avoiding a fatal blow, and fell down in a sorry state.

laugh!

The pale, deathly light, like the aura of annihilation, merely grazed Baosha Sanren's shoulder, but the remaining ashes corroded his wound and devoured his energy. The spikes that had grazed him seemed to possess a spirit, suddenly turning back behind him and stabbing again.

Sensing this scene, Baosha Sanren felt a chill run down his spine. He decided to use the same trick again, hoping to buy time so that he could bring the Gathering Sand Pagoda back to protect himself and break the siege.

Just then, a cold snort resounded in mid-air, icy and merciless, carrying a tremendous force that stunned him.

"Not good!" Baosha Sanren's soul suddenly jolted, and after a brief delay, he instantly recovered.

But at this moment, the withered bone cone, radiating a grayish-white death light, was already upon him, and it was too late for him to react.

laugh!

The spiky pierced through his body, shattering his internal organs.

The soft armor she wore didn't withstand much impact and soon shattered.

"puff!"

Baosha Sanren staggered, spitting out blood along with fragments of his internal organs.

Having undergone a great cultivation of the Celestial Realm, his body was resilient and nourished by the power of heaven and earth, so these injuries did not truly take his life.

However, the lingering death light within his body was extremely troublesome, intertwined with his true essence.

"Go! If we don't go now, we won't be able to leave."

Baosha Sanren's face turned ashen, and he no longer had any desire to compete.

The opponent's combat strength and methods far exceeded his expectations. This momentum even overwhelmed some veteran cultivators. In just a few exchanges, under a series of traps, he didn't even have time to resist before ending up in this situation.

Baosha Sanren swallowed a healing elixir, and before it could be digested, he stirred up the yellow sand, carrying the sand-yellow pagoda, and transformed into a beam of light to escape from this place.

But as soon as he stirred up the yellow sand, his expression changed to one of panic.

A terrifying sonic wave, brimming with astonishing energy, shattered the yellow sand and rock walls and roared toward him.

"What?" Baosha Sanren was greatly surprised.

At that moment, it was too late for him to escape.

"You still want to leave?"

As the terrifying wave surged forth, Chen Ping'an's figure arrived with a thunderous roar, his expression arrogant as he looked down at the panicked Baosha Sanren.

"late!"

boom!

The terrifying attack completely halted Baosha Sanren's retreat.

Baosha Sanren retreated abruptly, amidst flying sand and stones. Looking at that imposing figure, he was deeply shaken.

This was the first time he had truly faced his opponent directly since they started fighting, and the first time he had truly felt that terrifying pressure.

He had never experienced this kind of pressure from most veteran overhaulers.

"Greatly refine your body!"

Bao Sha Sanren looked grim and muttered to himself.

Who could have imagined that in such a short time, the opponent's aura would change drastically, losing all its elegance and becoming only fierce and ruthless, appearing before him with overwhelming force.

Pong!

The sound waves surged back, creating a terrifying shockwave.

Amidst the endless yellow sands, Chen Ping'an grabbed Baosha Sanren by the neck.

At this moment, his protective treasure, the Sand-Yellow Pagoda, had only retreated halfway and, entangled by the spikes, had not been able to immediately recall and rescue him.

"Fellow Daoist, spare my life!"

Baosha Sanren looked panicked, his composure completely gone.

"Your Excellency, no, I was blind and did not recognize your greatness. I am unaware of your divine might. Please, fellow Daoist, show mercy!"

He spoke in fear, truly feeling the threat to his life.

"that's it?"

Chen Ping'an's expression remained calm and composed, his emotions difficult to express.

I thought it was something special, but it's just this?

He had barely exerted his strength when his opponent begged for mercy.

This feeling is even less intense than the battle during the Black Nether Mountains.

"This is a taxi"

"Neither here nor there."

Chen Ping'an remained silent, giving the impression that his efforts, initially met with great fanfare, had ultimately ended in a hasty and unsatisfactory manner.

He had been quite looking forward to seeing Baosha Sanren's imposing presence.

With such momentum, he should be a formidable opponent.

Chen Ping'an attached great importance to the battle against his peers after his major overhaul, not only using treasures such as the Yin Wind Pearl and the Dry Bone Spike, but also employing secret techniques such as the Avici Thunder Sound and Yin Bone Corpse Fire.

His spiritual essence was mostly revealed, leaving only a trace of his true essence undiscovered.

The original plan was to save it as a backup plan during the final, fierce battle to suppress the overall situation.

But unexpectedly

That's it?

This recluse of Baosha is quite famous; when he entered Bicang before, he caused quite a stir in the city.

So these are the only methods they can use?

He was barely warmed up before he was completely overwhelmed when he finally got a little serious.

The crucial moment of sliding to his knees at lightning speed left him feeling disheartened and utterly devoid of any sense of accomplishment.

What happened to the promised decisive and ruthless great expedition in the Western Wilderness, risking one's life for another?! How come when faced with life and death, you can't even utter a decent threat, and you turn into a coward the moment you turn around?

It's a waste that he has such a rugged appearance.

Despite his inner turmoil, Chen Ping'an remained calm, his eyes deep and unfathomable as he looked at Baosha Sanren before him.

"Why didn't you use the Treasure Sand Technique in the previous battle?"

Legend has it that Baosha Sanren possesses a unique skill called Baosha, which allows him to manipulate yellow sand at will. With the aid of a sand-gathering tower of precious treasures, he must have some special abilities.

In the battle just now, although he saw the power of his opponent's sand gathering, he had not yet grasped the technique of the precious sand.

The Treasure Sand Technique is quite renowned; it shouldn't be so weak. (End of Chapter)