dmims 655. Rune Locking Elixir
655. Rune Locking Elixir
The sonic combat technique is a top-tier sonic combat technique capable of altering Ling Haonan's full-force release of the formation.
With the superposition of the two sound waves, the explosions roared continuously. The Dan Tower Ancestor's clear eyes also made a decision; he had already sensed the power of Ling Haonan's super rune.
As a being who has become a spirit through elixirs, he has never liked to say much, so he simply gave a brief response.
He simply raised the green bamboo flute in his hand high, and the green light rippled. In the next instant, everyone in the core area of the Pill Tower suddenly had a strange feeling that all the battle energy in the world had been drained away.
A unique fragrance emerged at the command of the Pill Tower Ancestor—the scent of medicinal pills all alchemists were intimately familiar with. The Pill Tower Ancestor himself was a ninth-grade Xuan Pill, and after countless years of enhancement, he was a unique being among all pills. Within the area of Holy Pill City, he could even activate all the pills in the entire system to work together.
The medicinal fragrance of the entire Holy Pill City condensed into a tangible, emerald-green torrent, and the concentrated, unique medicinal energy poured into the bamboo flute like a reversed Milky Way. The Old Ancestor of the Pill Tower lightly touched the back of the ox with his bare feet, and the herbal fragments that touched his feet suddenly grew wildly into towering green trees, protecting his feet.
All the fighting spirit was concentrated on the flute played by the boy in blue, and the blue light and sword shadows exceeded a hundred feet.
The sword's edge flashes, reaching the pinnacle of perfection!
"Sever the Heavens!"
As the sword's edge swept across, the dark gold runes gradually began to crumble. The battle aura was completely unable to hold on at this moment, and the area where Ling Haonan stood even began to tremble because of this sword strike.
A six-star Dou Sheng powerhouse—that's terrifying!
"break!"
The moment the child's innocent voice resounded through the sky, the enormous rune began to emit a piercing roar under the sword's strike.
It seemed that only this one sword existed between heaven and earth, a single sword enough to separate heaven and earth.
Now, Ling Haonan and the Pill Tower Ancestor are facing each other from a distance, and in their eyes, only the one opposite them is their true formidable enemy. Facing the Pill Tower Ancestor's sword strike, Ling Haonan's eyes also revealed undisguised envy.
Both being six-star Dou Sheng (Battle Saints), one was maintaining the mother-child formation, while the other only needed to break the formation with brute force. The final results were naturally different. No matter how strong Ling Haonan was, he couldn't control nine half-saints or higher powerhouses of the Pill Tower while simultaneously trapping three Dou Sheng, including the Pill Tower's patriarch.
With the rune completely shattered by the sword, Ling Haonan's battle qi was also exhausted, and even the predicament faced by the top experts of the Pill Tower had a turning point. Due to the problem of Ling Haonan's battle qi distribution, the blood essence of the Spirit Clan no longer penetrated into their bodies, giving them a rare chance to catch their breath.
The Old Ancestor of the Pill Tower also said from afar, "Ling Haonan, you've lost!"
Just as the runes were about to completely shatter, Ling Haonan laughed and said, "You're nothing more than a mere pill; what right do you have to speak so lightly of my success or failure?"
"My meticulously planned scheme over nearly a century cannot be resolved by your efforts alone."
"I didn't lose, because my mission was simply to lure you here."
Upon hearing this, the boy's face showed an unexpected expression, and then, as if sensing something, he looked up at the sky.
Just as he had predicted, the space above was suddenly twisted into a vortex, and the sky was torn apart.
The next moment, something earth-shattering happened!
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
Each crack emanated an aura of ancient behemoths awakening, and six beams of battle qi of different colors crashed down like pillars supporting the sky, precisely piercing the nodes of the collapsing mother array.
These six beams of light are of different colors and sizes, but without exception, they all far exceed the limits of a Dou Zun.
With the infusion of six Dou Sheng-level energy, the mother array, on the verge of collapse, suddenly let out a roar like a primordial beast. Countless fighting spirit tentacles extended from the gaps in the array patterns, forcibly binding together the array body that had been shattered by the sword energy.
The illusory green tree image of the Pill Tower Ancestor trembled violently within the formation, and the energy ripples from the collision of the sword's edge and the formation patterns caused the stars in the star field to flicker uncertainly. The formation patterns circulated ten times faster than before, and the six pillars of battle qi merged into a chaotic vortex within the formation, reversing and suppressing the Pill Tower Ancestor's torrent of pill qi.
Whether it was Ancestor Danta, Mu Yaoyin, or Ancestor Huoyun, they were all now under the control of the runes after the six Dou Sheng injected their power, and had lost their freedom.
Despite all the effort Xiao Yan and his group went to tonight to call for reinforcements, they were all ultimately brought under control in this manner.
Dark golden light manifested one after another, and the pressure of a Dou Sheng (Battle Saint) layered upon layer like a tsunami, squeezing the space of Shengdan City into cracks resembling glass. The unparalleled pressure, like a tangible tsunami, rolled down in layers!
Six Dou Sheng level experts!
Looking at everything before him, Old Man Ma Yi's eyes were bloodshot. The reason was simple: he recognized all the people who had come, and it was precisely because he recognized them that he felt a deep-seated horror.
"Lingyuan, the patriarch of the Spirit Clan."
"Ling Xuanmo, Vice Clan Chief of the Spirit Clan."
"Elder of the Spirit Clan, Ling Cang."
……
The powerful members of the Spirit Clan came out in full force. In addition to Ling He and Ling Haonan, the Spirit Clan Chief, Deputy Chief, Supreme Elder and Sixth Elder were all present. Only the Fifth Elder did not show up.
Only now, at this very moment, has the Spirit Clan, now nearly complete, truly displayed the sharpness that a Dou Di family should possess.
In the Dou Qi Continent, the word "Emperor" signifies the pinnacle, the strongest. Even after millions of years of decline and decay, the descendants of a Dou Emperor still retain terrifying and astonishing power.
A clear, resonant sound, like a booming bell, echoed across the sky above the Pill Tower along with the battle qi.
"Elder, we have all arrived!"
"The Supreme Elder's strategy was flawless; the capture of the Ninth-Rank Profound Pill is complete!"
"The battle is won! May the Spirit Race be blessed!"
The resounding voice, carried by the battle qi, echoed throughout every corner of Saint Pill City. The stronger a person was, the more they understood what had just happened. Even a six-star Dou Sheng was controlled by the Spirit Clan; what use were the strengths of others then?
Faced with absolute power, all tricks are meaningless; the stronger Spirit Race has already taken control of everything.
As Ling Haonan watched all this, a sense of relief, as if the overall situation had been settled, finally appeared in his eyes, mixed with a restless excitement.
Ling Haonan stood atop the Pill Tower, his dark red blood energy swirling around him like a crown of victory, yet remaining firmly locked within his body, without losing a shred of clarity.
At this moment, all the solemnity, calculation, and repression on that weathered yet sharp face vanished, replaced by a proud look that seemed to transcend time and space, returning to the carefree and spirited youth of his prime! The wind whipped at his robes, which fluttered with the power he was wielding, and stirred his gray hair, but it could not shake his imposing figure standing atop the pinnacle of victory.
After a century of planning, a single, blood-pumping strike has finally brought us to this point!