Longevity: My Talents Are a Bit Abundant

Chapter 785: Chapter 659: Shattering the Demon Array

Sword-like brows and starry eyes, stunningly handsome, looking even younger than twenty years ago—it was precisely True Master Profound Ice, Shen Xuan.

"You little punk, you actually dare to barge into Old Niu’s grand array. Die!"

Niu Dali, though startled, did not panic. His reaction was extremely swift; with a furious roar, he swung the Thousand Souls Banner in his hand.

"Wooo!"

In an instant, yin wind howled and demonic qi surged to the heavens.

The black light on the Thousand Souls Banner flared, and hundreds of hideous, ghastly wraiths and evil ghosts rushed out, roaring.

Among them, over a dozen Tier Two evil ghosts on par with Foundation Establishment, baring fangs and brandishing claws, let out ear-piercing shrieks as they led the remaining wraiths in a sky-filling charge at Shen Xuan.

At the same time, the surrounding Array Flags of the Bewitching Sound Phantom Demon Array fluttered violently, producing a bizarre resonance with the Thousand Souls Banner.

The power of the demonic sound abruptly increased, stabbing toward Shen Xuan’s sea of consciousness like countless steel needles.

With such a display, even a cultivator at Foundation Establishment Perfection would find it hard to resist and could only flee in disarray.

Facing this terrifying scene like the descent of a ghostly abyss, the corner of Shen Xuan’s mouth lifted, revealing a half-smile, half-not expression.

"Lucky. Just in time to give the little fellows a snack."

He casually slapped the inconspicuous leather bag at his waist.

"Buzz!"

A "black cloud" thick as ink whooshed out, blotting out the sky and sun.

It was none other than over ten thousand Shadow-devouring Demon Insects.

The insect cloud let out excited screeches, and like starving tigers lunging at prey, proactively rushed toward those hundreds of wraiths and evil ghosts.

The two leading Insect Kings actually had auras that had reached Tier Two Upper Grade.

Behind them were more than a hundred Tier Two demon insects—a truly terrifying lineup.

The scene that followed left Niu Dali dumbfounded.

Those ferocious wraiths and evil ghosts, upon colliding with the insect cloud, were like ice and snow meeting blazing sun.

The Shadow-devouring Demon Insects opened and closed their mouthparts, frenziedly biting and devouring that pure Soul Power.

The ghostly wails and wolf howls instantly turned into cries of utter despair.

Hundreds of wraiths and evil ghosts, including those dozen-plus Tier Two evil ghosts, under the absolute advantage of numbers and attribute restraint, had no power to resist.

In just a few breaths’ time, they were gnawed clean.

The swarm of demon insects, still unsated, circled and fluttered in midair, their compound eyes blood-red as they collectively "looked" toward the Thousand Souls Banner in Niu Dali’s hand.

Shen Xuan chuckled, his gaze sweeping over that demonic banner, his tone gentle.

"Old Niu, it seems there’s still quite a stockpile in your banner. Too many wraiths gathered is harmful to the natural order. Why not release them all and let me transcend them on your behalf?"

"You..."

Niu Dali watched helplessly as the hundreds of wraiths he had painstakingly collected and refined were wiped out in an instant, trembling all over with rage.

These were all the painstaking effort he had spent years sacrificing and refining.

"Don’t even think about it!"

His heart ached so much it nearly bled; he hurriedly put away the Thousand Souls Banner, clutching it tightly to his chest.

"Roar!"

Niu Dali threw his head back and let out an inhuman bellow of fury.

Demonic aura erupted all over him as his body swelled a size; his face twisted, revealing savage fangs, and his skin gleamed with a metallic black light. His violent aura climbed higher and higher.

This old ox, seeing the Thousand Souls Banner useless, relied on his Demon Body’s toughness and innate Divine Power, preparing to fight at close range.

"Noisy!"

Shen Xuan stirred his Divine Thought.

The soul-devouring demon insects turned back into a black cloud and were retracted into the Insect Bag.

Then he opened his mouth toward the Bewitching Sound Phantom Demon Array and spat out a strange sound.

The sound was like thunderclaps, its force like a surging sea, resounding between heaven and earth.

An invisible wave of air, like Overturning Rivers and Seas, rolled toward the Bewitching Sound Phantom Demon Array.

For a moment, the ground shook and mountains swayed, heaven and earth dimmed, and the strange sound shook the sky with overwhelming might.

All demonic qi and demonic sound were instantly shattered and scattered, dissolving into the void.

Niu Dali was greatly shocked, and he raised his demonic axe to block the sound waves Shen Xuan had unleashed.

When he lowered the demonic axe—

The Array Flags of the Bewitching Sound Phantom Demon Array had all exploded.

Niu Dali glared at Shen Xuan, his heart suddenly hanging in midair.

Even at the Foundation Establishment Realm, this True Master Profound Ice was much harder to deal with than he had imagined.

All sorts of methods came one after another.

Far stronger than the Foundation Establishment Perfection cultivators of the Yue Country Sects.

Earlier, he had used the Bewitching Sound Phantom Demon Array to lure the Sect Cultivators of Yue Country.

A few of them had rather impressive Realm Cultivation.

Yet he still enticed them into giving rise to Heart Demons without the slightest effort, then slapped them into pieces and collected their souls into the Thousand Souls Banner.

But this fire technique in the Late Stage of Foundation Establishment before him—Niu Dali completely couldn’t see through it.

He truly had only used Spiritual Power of the Late Stage of Foundation Establishment.

Within the Spirit Stream Secret Realm, it was forbidden to use Spiritual Power or Magic Power of the Core Formation Realm.

Otherwise, it would draw down the Celestial Thunder Tribulation.

Niu Dali didn’t believe it.

That this True Master Profound Ice could really rely on Foundation Establishment Realm cultivation to withstand his Demon Body Divine Power head-on.

"Fellow Daoist Shen has quite the skills."

"No wonder my Young Master can’t forget you."

Niu Dali said.

"Your skills aren’t bad either."

"To have escaped with your life from my senior brother’s hands."

Shen Xuan said with a smile.

His Divine Sense repeatedly swept over.

Confirming that Niu Dali, like him, was only at the Foundation Establishment Realm.

"Fellow Daoist Niu, can your Demon Pill be re-condensed?"

Niu Dali’s ox eyes bulged, fury blazing as he roared proudly, "Nonsense! This Old Niu’s Demon Pill naturally has a Secret Technique to condense again. Once I leave this damned place, I can re-condense my Demon Pill in two years."

"Might even be a Holy Pill!"

"Oh?"

At these words, a sharp light flashed in Shen Xuan’s eyes, and the smile on his face grew ever more gentle and brilliant.

"All the better. Fellow Daoist Niu, this profound Secret Technique of Refining Pill and re-condensing—would you be willing to part with it and lend it to me for a look?"

"Keep dreaming your Spring and Autumn dreams!"

Niu Dali was so enraged that smoke seemed ready to pour from his seven orifices, and he bellowed, "Taste my axe!"

As soon as the words fell, demonic qi surged all over him, rising from his feet like black flames and rapidly condensing into a set of heavy, ferocious pitch-black demon armor that tightly encased his more-than-zhang-tall demon body.

Niu Dali gripped the giant axe with both hands, stepped on the void, and his figure shot skyward like a cannonball. Carrying the force to split mountains and sever peaks, he hacked straight down at Shen Xuan’s head.