Ninth-level fairy

Chapter 384 Taoist Mantra

These words were spoken in an extremely calm manner, but they set off a huge wave in everyone's hearts.

The usually quiet girl from Baihua Palace suddenly turned pale and asked in surprise, "Astrologer...wasn't that a profession that became extinct ten thousand years ago?"

Even Ji Hongying bit her lip and said, "This...this kind of astrologer has never appeared in Shenzhou since the shattering of the primitive world!"

Only Fairy Miaoling now had a cold sneer on her face, as if she was mocking their short-sightedness.

I just heard her explain:

"Astrologers are a branch of physiognomists, specializing in divination and observing the stars. The Tianji Pavilion in Jiuzhou is the descendant of this lineage of physiognomists. The art of observing and moving stars is in the second chapter of the Taixuan Sutra!"

Ji Hongying looked surprised. "Chapter 2? I remember that the key location guarded by the Tai Shang Sword Sect is Chapter 2!"

"Yes, Taiweishan, the first chapter we saw is just the prologue!"

"It turns out that Ling Zixiao has mastered the unique cultivation techniques of the two sects!"

"It seems that the three major Taixuan sects are indeed one family!"

As they sighed, they looked up at the sky.

The pitch-black crack in the void began to grow larger under Ling Zixiao's continuous attack.

The six hundred or so female Taiwei disciples were like being put into a cage. At the same time, the Xuanhuangqing Qi in Ling Zixiao's hand formed a green shield, which fell on the heads of the Taiwei women. Fairy Miaoling smiled and exclaimed:

"Just now I was thinking, this Zixiao Zhenren, sending all the women into the void, isn't that a way to die? How could there be any living thing surviving in the void? I didn't expect that the Xuanhuang pure energy cultivated in the Taixuan Sutra could actually resist the corrosive power of the void!"

"They can't leave!"

Ji Hongying said with certainty.

Now it was Fairy Miaoling's turn to be puzzled. She simply asked, "Why?"

Suddenly, under the already opened void crack, a pair of huge hands that almost covered the entire world suddenly appeared.

"What...what is that..." Countless people exclaimed.

Du Fang, however, felt hopeless and stared blankly at the giant hand. He knew that even if True Man Zixiao tried his best, they would not be able to escape today because the real Emperor of Heaven would have to take action.

It was almost exactly the same hand as the one he and Li Yuqing had encountered before.

The palm was slender, white, and delicate, with lines on it that were extremely clear. The huge hand was like picking up a flower, and with a light pinch, the cracks in the void were like mud being kneaded, and they reassembled.

Then, the pair of big hands covered the shield formed by the mysterious and yellow air and waved it down.

The huge cover was like a soft bubble, and it was pressed back to the ground. The chessboard shattered in an instant, and dust flew everywhere.

A white nail lightly scratched the cover, then retracted and froze in the sky.

The dark yellow and green energy immediately scattered like a deflated ball and flew away like a sword, disappearing into the depths of the mountains.

Ling Zixiao's body was almost pressed into the ground, and blood immediately flowed out of his seven orifices. He looked at the giant hands in the sky unwillingly and roared angrily:

"You won't even give me a chance to live?"

There was silence in the sky, and no one could answer Ling Zixiao. On Taiwei Mountain, where thousands of people gathered, there was no sound at all. Only the pair of simple and elegant green giant hands were still hanging in the sky.

Everyone was trembling with shock at this scene.

That was the true power of the Emperor of Heaven. The Great Emperor Changsheng of the South Pole who ruled over the Divine Continent and the powerful cultivators of the Divine Continent were as weak as ants under these giant hands.

At this moment, Du Fang fell into the ashes, and the mysterious yellow cover condensed by Zixiao Zhenren was torn into pieces, and his body immediately regained its freedom.

Du Fang turned over and stood up, fearing that Li Yuqing would be injured, and hugged Li Yuqing.

Li Yuqing's face was pale as he stared blankly at the sky. His bare hands and lips were trembling. "The Emperor of Heaven is the real Emperor of Heaven. Only the Emperor of Heaven has such terrifying power..."

"Screw the Emperor of Heaven, I'm the first one to disagree!"

Amidst the angry curses, a ray of sword light pierced through the dust and flew up from the rising ashes. The purple light pierced through the sky, and within the purple sword light, a dazzling pure white light shone.

As soon as Ling Zixiao saw the figure clearly, he screamed:

"Yuxin, come back!"

When Li Yuqing saw Fang Yuxin flying up, his body suddenly fell limply into Du Fang's arms. Every Taiwei disciple saw clearly that Fang Yuxin forced out his Tianxin Seal.

She wants to emulate Senior Sister Yuheng.

"Ants!"

A light shout came from the sky, and the giant hands flicked and pinched.

Fang Yuxin's sword light disappeared, and his body completely turned into nothingness, without even a trace of powder left. The pure white Tianxin Seal was pinched in the giant hand.

Watching the tragedy happening in the sky, Li Yuqing screamed, his neck twisted, and he suddenly fainted.

Ling Zixiao growled, "Yuxin!" His eyes were bloodshot and his hands were clenched until his joints cracked.

The white hand then made a move, and a white figure was drawn out from the depths of Taiwei Mountains.

The giant hand dimmed slightly, and the Heavenly Heart Seal was penetrated into the body. The white figure emitted brilliant light all over the body, like a shock wave, and a loud bang was heard in the sky.

A long roar came from this figure.

"Go and kill Zixiao and force out the magic sword!" A clear and beautiful voice came from the sky.

The figure in white knelt in the air and whispered:

"Follow the Sect Master's order!"

Then, the figure in white emanated a golden light, and a golden holy sword appeared in his hand, standing in the air.

The huge bare hand finally slowly disappeared into the depths of the sky.

A figure in white flew down and hovered above the heads of the people in Taiwei. Everyone was suddenly stunned. This person was Lu Wushuang, who had just been blown away by the black bird's wings and was half-dead.

After absorbing Fang Yuxin's Tianxin Seal, his body was now emitting white light, his skin was extremely smooth, his face was fair, and his hands were as delicate as a woman's.

"Ling Zixiao, the Sect Leader told me to kill you!"

"I'm not deaf, I heard it a long time ago!"

Ling Zixiao coughed lightly and coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood. The Xuanhuang pure energy he cultivated was broken, and now he could only fight with all his strength.

Lu Wushuang said proudly, "At this point, do you still want to resist?"

Ling Zixiao remained silent, closed his eyes, and whispered softly:

"Mr. Emperor, listen to my request!"

He clasped his hands together and opened the seal in his hands.

The rocks under his feet suddenly seemed to come alive, rustling and making sounds like insects. The entire Taiwei Sacred Mountain began to jump continuously as he chanted.

This scene scared everyone.

Ji Hongying, who was watching the battle from a distance, exclaimed:

"This... is the Mysterious Curse!"

"Yes, it's one of the eight magical spells of Taoism! Taiwei's foundation is indeed profound!" Fairy Miaoling kept sighing, but she stood far away.