I have Immortality In The Cultivation World Chapter 379

Chapter 379: Chapter 302: Let's Go Down the Mountain

“Despicable and shameless!”

The Black Wind Demon Monarch looked around, his face turning from black to purple, then a ghastly green, as if he were in a dye workshop with its myriad of colors.

“Dare you fight me one-on-one in a single…”

Before he could finish his sentence.

Twelve treasures soared into the air, each with the appearance of a bell, vase, mirror, or seal, unleashing boundless divine light that came crashing down thunderously.

“Damn it!”

The Black Wind Demon Monarch's impression of the Patching Heaven Cult completely collapsed, so much for the Xuanmen Orthodoxy, who proved to be utterly shameless, even falling short of the straightforwardness of the Heaven Severing Demons.

Opening his mouth, he spewed forth Innate Black Winds, turning into hundreds of pitch-black tornadoes.

The daoists of the Patching Heaven Cult were heroes of their time, their mana far surpassing peers of the same level, wielding only the finest treasures as they shattered the tornadoes with a thunderous roar.

However, the mysterious nature of this Innate Destructive Divine Wind was such that no matter how many times it was shattered, it would sweep in again in an instant.

“That's all you've got!”

The Black Wind Demon Monarch formed a spell with his hands, and a three-foot-tall Nascent Soul appeared above his head, with black hair and white skin, its expressions and movements no different from a living being.

Pure Yang Nascent Soul, just a step away from transcending tribulation to become a Primordial Spirit.

The infant held a Treasure Bead, tossing it into the sky where it burst into a fierce white light.

The white light bypassed the brilliance of the treasures and the prohibition of the formations, landing directly in the eyes of onlookers, blinding them with dazzling colors, making everything else illegible.

While the Demon Monarch's body continued to gape, spewing forth Innate Black Wind relentlessly, the Nascent Soul took advantage of the blinded Disciples of Patching Heaven, forming a spell into wisps of Clear Wind that dispersed in all directions.

Just a wisp of Clear Wind escaping the formation would mean survival.

The Black Wind Demon Monarch may seem reckless and uninhibited, but in reality, he clearly understood that he was no match for the members of Patching Heaven, thus he went all out from the beginning, even abandoning his physical body.

At that moment.

A clear and bright voice came from outside the formation, “I urge my fellow senior brothers to make haste in your actions, lest complications arise.”

The voice, sonorous as a great bell, roused the bewildered and visually impaired disciples of Patching Heaven.

The crowd, initially showing looks of shame, simultaneously spurred their Formation Flags, jointly laying down the Twelve Primordial Array to seal off the void, and then angrily turned their gaze upon the Black Wind Demon Monarch.

“We almost let this bastard escape!”

Daoist Master Xiong, a disciple of the sect leader, said coldly, “The loss of incense and wishes is a small matter, but losing face is a big one. If word of this spreads, won't our sect's reputation be tarnished? Our Founding Master will surely blame and punish us without mercy!”

As he spoke, he took out a green and azure colored pouch, which swelled against the wind to the size of hundreds of feet.

The pouch, large enough to obscure the sky, opened and swallowed the vast Black Wind, regardless of how forcefully the Demon Monarch exhaled, it seemed bottomless and never filled up.

Not to be outdone, a disciple of the Tai Xuan Sect took out a bundle of iron chains from his sleeve. They shone brightly, looking as if they were made of red gold, and when thrown into the air, they transformed into thousands of golden chains that restrained all the fleeing wisps of Clear Wind.

The Clear Wind wisps converged back into the three-foot-tall Nascent Soul, only to find the iron chains already bound around it.

“A Spiritual Treasure?”

The Black Wind Demon Monarch used many secret techniques in succession, all to no avail as the chains, like ulcers to the bone, held the Nascent Soul fast.

“What a treasure!”

Zhou Yi applauded in admiration, his eyes sparkling with insight, and he could vaguely see peculiar dragon souls within the chains.

“That's nothing, junior brother, take a look at my flying sword.”

Fan Daojun, a disciple of Xiao Yunzi, unsheathed the flying sword from his back, which transformed into a Golden Winged Great Peng Bird in mid-air. With a piercing cry, it tore through the void and in the next instant appeared above the Nascent Soul. Its wings swept down and sliced it into two halves.

“Such pain, it kills me as well!”

The Black Wind Demon Monarch screamed miserably, his Nascent Soul shattered, his physical body without a refuge, disintegrated under the bombardment of the treasures.

Zhou Yi's fingers calculated, and he frowned slightly, “My fellow senior brothers, the Demon Head is not yet truly dead.”

The crowd scanned the surroundings with their Divine Sense in all directions, yet found no trace of a remnant soul. It was unknown what trick the Black Wind Demon Monarch used to vanish completely.

“Let me show you my method.”

The speaker was Jiang Shengyun, a fellow sect junior and disciple of the third student of the Iron Crown Immortal. He took a gourd from his waist, unplugged it, and out popped a golden and shiny toad.

Jiang Shengyun gave the toad a few pieces of silver, but when it showed no reaction, he felt embarrassed before so many elders and peers and decided to give it a good scolding when he returned.

He then took out a few pieces of gold and stuffed them into the toad's mouth.

The toad's eyes suddenly opened, and its golden pupils began to rotate. Suddenly, it looked in the direction of the southeast of the Primordial Array.

It spat out a beam of golden light sweeping through the void, revealing the shadowy figure of the Black Wind Demon Monarch's remnant soul, and in an instant, swallowed it into its belly, smacking its lips and letting out a satisfied belch.

“Evil must be eradicated thoroughly!”

Zhou Yi cupped his hands and said, “My respects to all senior brothers, I shall now make a trip to Black Wind Mountain myself and capture those small demons and monsters, and then we can bestow the titles of Mountain Gods and River Lords.”

The crowd beamed with joy, having laid a trap and lain in ambush just for this purpose.

“Much appreciated, junior brother/uncle!”

Black Wind Cave.

A light of escape descended.

Zhou Yi, transforming into the appearance of the Black Wind Demon Monarch, went inside, encountering the guarding demons and ghosts, he directly Soul Searched and snatched their souls.

Discovering the Demon Head's place of cultivation, he broke through the formations and prohibitions and saw a collection of jade slips.

“According to Bai Suixin, this Demon Head had average aptitude, but relying on the Innate Destructive Divine Wind, he cultivated to have a Pure Yang Nascent Soul, surpassing many disciples of major sects even as a Loose Cultivator!”

“I hope this cultivation chamber will contain the methods for this Divine Skill.”

Zhou Yi coveted this Divine Skill tremendously; just a single breath from the Demon Head unleashed billowing Black Wind that darkened skies and earth–it was indeed an impressive feat.

Moreover, the skill of transforming into a Black Wind for escape, the method of dispersing into Clear Wind to flee for life, as well as the secret technique that avoided Divine Sense detection–each one was a top-notch life-saving Divine Skill.

He looked through each jade slip, among which were many cultivation insights and notes.

Zhou Yi read through the Black Wind Demon Monarch's memoirs, gaining a fuller understanding of his origins–he came from the minor demonic sect No-Interval Sect, which traced back to the Demon Cult of Trap Empty Island.

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