HLnovel Chapter 478 Your Soul Technique is Utterly Clumsy
Chapter 478 Your Soul Technique is Utterly Clumsy
The wind and snow continued endlessly, and the world was a single color.
The icy blue light rippled outwards from the center of the crowd, carrying unparalleled power, instantly sweeping all those below the fourteenth realm to the outer perimeter.
The icy rain fell from the sky, shattering the magical artifacts on these people layer by layer, with continuous sounds.
It was as if, in an instant, millions of white porcelain teacups had shattered.
She is coming!
Among the crowd, those few who managed to maintain their balance and remain unshaken involuntarily thought of these three words.
Protected by the magical artifacts in their hands, everyone turned their attention to the source of the sound.
The red light that had been surrounding that spot had disappeared, replaced by a square ice pillar rising from the ground, with a platform at the top.
On the platform lay a huge white wolf with a jeweled pendant on its forehead and colorful ribbons fluttering behind it; its silvery-white fur seemed to be bathed in moonlight.
Two dim soul flames rose from the half-skeleton of Jin San Niang, whose skin and flesh had just been forcibly peeled off by Xue Lan, and she turned to look at the white wolf on the platform.
The white wolf's enormous tail rested on the platform, encircling a sleeping, semi-transparent figure.
That is embers.
Jin San Niang breathed a sigh of relief.
As long as the Blade Spirit is still around, at least there's still room for maneuver.
Xue Lan's fluffy white tail encircled the Ember Light around her, and her massive wolf head rubbed against the sphere of light enveloping the translucent sword spirit, the icy blue flames in her eye sockets flickering violently.
"You all have quite the nerve!"
The woman's icy voice rang out again, instantly rousing everyone around her.
"Lord Changjun!" An elderly man dressed in a pure white Taoist robe slowly stepped forward and spoke in Xue Lan's direction, forcing himself to speak:
"We, fellow Daoists, came here out of concern that you might have been tainted by demonic energy. Now that we see you are safe and sound, we will take our leave!"
"Are you going?"
Xue Lan lowered his wolf head slightly, his voice carrying a hint of mockery:
"You trespassed into the Northern Region and damaged my Immortal Sword, and now you say you're leaving?"
"When did I, Xue Lan, become so easy to talk to?"
The old man broke out in a cold sweat after hearing Xue Lan's words, but recalling what had just happened...
Xue Lan only made a move when the Immortal Sword Jin Guang was forced into such a situation; who knows what problems might have occurred with its cultivation!
The old man gritted his teeth inwardly.
He came here to reap the benefits, not to risk his life here!
Thinking of this, the old man looked up at Xue Lan:
"Lord Changjun's cultivation is unparalleled, but in the end, he is only one person."
"There are many wolf disciples in the Northern River Valley, and there are bound to be areas that cannot be watched over!"
Upon hearing this, the surrounding cultivators all looked at him strangely, and even a few demons looked at him with a hint of coldness in their eyes.
Xue Lan used her tail to pull Jin Guang closer to her, and the colorful ribbons behind her moved without wind.
The white wolf looked at the monk who had spoken, his eyes narrowing slightly:
"The Wu family..."
The woman's voice was soft:
"That's a great idea!"
The moment the words left his mouth, the white wolf that had been lying quietly atop the ice pillar vanished into thin air.
"not good!"
The old man was terrified. He immediately activated all the magical artifacts on his body, then took out a small, jet-black flag from his sleeve, stuck it directly into his wrist, and shouted sharply:
"Borrowing a soul to summon a name, that's it!"
A huge white wolf appeared in front of the old man, its sharp claws slamming down on the layers of magical artifacts that protected him, sending the old man flying hundreds of meters away and leaving a deep mark on the ground of Beiyue City.
"Cough cough cough cough!" The old man lay in the pile of rubble, spitting out a mouthful of blood, his eyes filled with fear as he looked at Xue Lan.
The white giant wolf landed on the ground and slowly walked towards him, each step feeling like it was stepping on his heart.
Terrified!
"I'm a little curious!"
Xue Lan, who was controlling the demonic body within the Xuanhuang Sect, narrowed her eyes slightly:
"Whose soul did you borrow?"
The inner demon on one side looked at the red thread of cause and effect that had just been activated above the woman's wrist and said coldly:
"Asking questions knowingly!"
The old man lying on the ground looked at the small black flag that had grown into his wrist, his voice hoarse:
"It seems that you have no choice but to kill me now that things have come to this!" The old man's face was contorted with a ferocious smile.
"Why should I..."
"Wu Jin!"
The two light, airy words immediately interrupted the old man's incessant chatter.
Xue Lan watched as the old man's expression changed from smugness to extreme fear.
How...how did you know?
Xue Lan couldn't help but smile.
How could she know that he was, after all, the first person she, as the Venerable One, had taken in as a leader in the mortal realm?
How can someone else take your life in the upper realm at will?
The woman turned her head slightly to look at the inner demon beside her:
"Can you do me a favor? I need to use the humanoid form."
The inner demon rolled its eyes at the person upon hearing this.
"Isn't your demonic body good enough? While your soul can still hold on, why don't you hurry up and bite everyone around you to death!"
Xue Lan blinked her grayish-white eyes a few times:
"I've noticed you're starting to look more and more like Xue Tong!"
"Please, please stop talking nonsense!"
Before Xue Lan could even protest her words, her inner demons heard Xue Tong's speechless voice:
The girl led Lu Feng through the landscape of a thousand mountains in light ink painting, casually parting a crabapple branch in front of her:
"If she were like me, I'd have nightmares for three days straight!"
"How are you doing over there?"
Xue Lan gently moved her finger, and the giant white wolf took another step forward, looking down at the old man:
"all the best!"
After hearing that everything was going smoothly for Xue Lan, Xue Tong left the chat with peace of mind.
Xue Lan persisted and spoke again:
"Don't you think it's quite undignified for Lord Wolf to bite people with his demonic form all the time?"
"I still prefer using a sword."
"Don't you want to use Ember again?"
The inner demon looked at Xue Lan and helplessly turned into a wisp of green smoke.
In the city of Beiyue, the old man lying on the ground watched as the white giant wolf slowly transformed into a woman dressed in black before him, his icy blue eyes filled with amusement.
"how could I know?"
Xue Lan, carrying the Emberlight Sword, bowed slightly as she looked at the old man:
"Naturally..."
"Destiny is in my hands!"
The woman's voice was very soft, only the two of them could hear it clearly:
"Your soul magic is utterly clumsy!"
The woman gently raised her hand, and a graceful sword light landed on the old man's neck, like a light veil.
"The art of soul borrowing is indeed sinister! Once it begins, there is no way to stop it."
"but……"
In front of many cultivators, Xue Lan formed her right hand into a claw and grabbed the old man's head, then pulled him back!
"Aaaaaah!" Inhuman screams echoed throughout the entire Northern Region. Everyone saw a wisp of pale blue soul being forcibly pulled from the old man's body by Xue Lan, held in the woman's hand like a tattered rag.
But he's still alive!
If you're alive, there's no way to trigger a substitute fate.
But living like this is worse than being dead!
"The immortal extracts the soul..."
The woman turned to look at Jin San Niang not far away:
I knew what you were thinking back then!
"At that time, I told Jinguang, 'Everyone has their own destiny, don't interfere!'"
The woman's cold yet gentle voice reached Jin San Niang's ears:
"And now, what I lack is a dragon bone whip!"
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