Cultivating by picking up attributes, I accumulate my strength!-Chapter 220 - 139: The Method to Subdue the

Chapter 220: Chapter 139: The Method to Subdue the

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Translator: 549690339

The last hit carried an impact of a Deity Transformation Realm force, powerful enough to annihilate anything beneath Deity Transformation. Many speculated that Han Ye had been smashed into dust.

The demonic cultivators retreated cautiously, only to find that Han Ye was still standing under the Thousand Locks Tower.

Han Ye was bathed in a golden glow. He extended one arm, hand grasping a green light, supporting the city-sized Thousand Locks Tower so it wouldn’t collapse.

Blood lingered on the corner of Han Ye’s mouth. He must have been seriously injured – after all, holding up the Thousand Locks Tower was no easy feat.

“Crack!”

A fracture appeared on the green Wind and Thunder Seal. In an instant, the Spirit Treasure crumbled into pieces and scattered on the ground.

Clearly, Han Ye had used the seal as his last resort to block the attack.

“I wonder how many Spirit Treasures you can destroy on your own,” the elder from the Blood God Sect spoke calmly. After that, he guided the Thousand Locks Tower down towards Han Ye.

Han Ye held his chest, feeling the instability of the Nine Revolution Golden Core. His magic power was almost exhausted.

He could sense several powerful, unstable forces hiding in the dark. A sense of danger welled up within him.

The Immovable Rakshasa Body could only last for the time it takes an incense stick to burn down.

Given his initial reserves of magic power, let alone now.

Soon, Han Ye would not only lose the battle capabilities of the Nascent Soul realm, but also enter a state of weakness for a day.

Therefore, he needed to break free from the encirclement and escape to safety within half an incense stick burning period.

As the Heavenly Demon Nether Dragon Scroll was fused with him, it essentially acted as a magical weapon. However, he couldn’t operate it and only the Dragon Soul, which was the spirit of the weapon, could control it to some extent.

At this point, Han Ye had no other strategies at his disposal. He could only rely on the last half burning period of the incense stick.

Han Ye looked complex, and with a single thought,

A figure dressed in white appeared in the void. Demon qi splashed out like Qi Waves. Inscriptions covered him, from the seals he had set up.

In his view, Chu Xianyu’s consciousness was so blurry that it was almost completely occupied by the residual soul.

So she didn’t come out after all.

Han Ye sighed. He thought to himself, “If you could regain your will to fight, why should we even need to run?”

“How funny it is. Why should I place my hope in her?”

After muttering these words to himself, Han Ye suddenly recalled the seal on Chu Xianyu’s body. In an instant, a surge of demon qi ascended.

A pair of blood-red pupils appeared in Chu Xianyu’s eyes. The chaotic and wild energy spoke of her current state.

The endless mental pain was the most realistic portrayal of her situation.

Han Ye laid Chu Xianyu on the ground. He took out a white veil from the past and dressed her face with his own hands.

Chu Xianyu lifted her eyes and asked, “Why did you let me out?”

“Already can’t escape. We can only fight to the death.”

Han Ye put his hand on her shoulder and said, “Wait for me until I’ve killed all the demons, then I’ll take you away.”

The air was filled with a sorrowful atmosphere, and the two remained silent.

Deep down, Chu Xianyu understood what Han Ye meant by that.

If he failed to kill all the demons, then she should leave on her own.

Immediately afterwards, Han Ye jumped up, picked up the broken Long Xiao, and flew toward the Thousand Locks Tower, directly confronting the elder from the Blood God Sect.

The elder was slightly surprised. He thought that the other party would still struggle desperately. The space within a hundred miles had already been sealed by him. Unexpectedly, the other party chose to come to him to seek death. Then, with a cold look in his eyes, he said, “Han Ye, hand over the Heavenly Demon Nether Dragon Scroll and the Nascent Soul of the Blood God Killer, and I can grant you a swift death.”

However, after Han Ye came to him, he ran in the opposite direction.

“Trying to escape? I’m afraid it’s too late.”

The elder from the Blood God Sect chuckled hoarsely and rushed forward, lifting his right hand.

A giant demon hand materialized and grabbed straight at him.

Han Ye sprinted forward. Seeing the distance was almost right, he landed on the ground, spread his hands out, and the majestic and towering Immovable Rakshasa Body emerged again. The pattern on its chest emitted two black demonic lights, forming two hundred-meter-long purple hands.

With both hands raised, the ground shook violently.

“Booming.”

Two giant purple-black demon hands lifted a mountain full of vegetation and threw it at the oncoming elder from the Blood God Sect.

On the nearly one-kilometer tall mountain, many barbarian beasts and birds lived. As the mountain was lifted, the creatures were terrified and immediately fled from the mountain, rushing downwards.

“How is this possible?!”

It was no wonder the elder from the Blood God Sect was so surprised.

Only cultivators who are in the late stage of Deity Transformation could control a complete Primordial Spirit Body.

Even he could only use part of his primordial spirit as an offensive method.

How come a little Golden Core cultivator like Han Ye could?!

It must be the Divine Power of the Heavenly Demon Nether Dragon Scroll.

Only the heritage of a Demon Lord could explain this phenomenon.

The old monsters of the Demonic Sect had already arrived nearby. They had activated secret techniques to hide in the dark and did not immediately make a move.

A middle-aged man with a ghostly face and a black Douli hat, with many skeleton masks around his waist and six murderous-looking demon path cultivators of different appearances behind him, stood by a lake hundred miles away. He smiled at a handsome young man with long black hair, “This Han Ye is indeed stronger than you. That old monster from the Blood God Sect, Blood-Burial, can’t take him down in such a short time. It seems he’s quite a character.”

If Han Ye were here, he would definitely recognize this handsome young man as the prince of the Seven Fiendish Demons, Lin Shihuang..

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