Chapter 460
"Stop!"
However, a voice suddenly sounded.
He Yiming slowly stood up, his eyes as sharp as an eagle, and he locked onto Nangong Malan directly.
"What is the battle of the emperor's son? If you don't explain it clearly, don't even think about leaving!" He Yiming said coldly.
"Huh? The curled ants from the lower realm dare to talk to me like this? You, the Prison-Suppressing Holy Land, do you want to die?" Nangong Malan was furious, and instinctively thought that He Yiming was from the Prison-Suppressing Holy Land.
"No, no, no, he is not from our Prison-Suppressing Holy Land! If you want to kill him or make a scene, let Senior Nangong handle it! We, the Prison-Suppressing Holy Land, will never intervene!!!" Huo Tianya said without saying anything.
"Haha, this senior is really an idiot, he is used to being rampant in the mountains and fields of the lower realm, and he thinks he can mess around in front of the seniors of the upper realm? He is really looking for death!" Huo Tianya raised the corner of his mouth.
This is a great opportunity!
This senior's strength is unknown, but he kidnapped Nangong Li before, and the Prison-Suppressing Holy Land spent a lot of effort to find him. He also seems to be vaguely related to Ling Tianyu.
If he can be beaten to death by Senior Nangong from the upper realm, it will be perfect!
Then I can kill Ling Tianyu by myself, which is a natural thing!
Perfect!
"People from the Prison-Suppressing Holy Land, step back! Do not interfere with Senior Nangong from crushing those fools!" Huo Tianya waved his hand.
Everyone from the Prison-Suppressing Holy Land retreated quickly.
You are talking nonsense!
If the powerful people from the upper realm are going to take action, shouldn't I stay away and wait to be beaten to death by the remaining power?
"Jiao Yi, what's your name?" Nangong Malan asked arrogantly.
"You? You don't deserve to know my name!" He Yiming replied indifferently.
"Very good, very good! It's been a long time since the curled ants from the lower world dared to be so rampant! You want to die, I'll grant you your wish!" Nangong Malan suddenly said.
"Fighting here will easily hurt Li'er! Follow me!" He Yiming took a step and walked a thousand meters to the square of the Prison-Suppressing Holy Land outside the sect hall.
"Hahaha!" Nangong Malan smiled grimly and rushed out in one step.
"No!" Nangong Li hurriedly tried to dissuade the two, but Nangong Malan just pointed and blocked her body's movements.
Nangong Malan certainly couldn't let Nangong Li mess around. If Nangong Li was hurt, it would be a big trouble!
"Quick, go out and watch the show!" Huo Tianya was ecstatic!
Go out and fight?
That's perfect!
Fighting here, Huo Tianya was not only worried that it would affect himself, but also that the sect hall of the Prison-Suppressing Holy Land would be blown up.
So Huo Tianya and others rushed directly to the door of the hall, and at a glance, they saw two figures confronting each other in the sect square. He Yiming and Nangong Malan.
"What does the battle of the emperor's son mean?" He Yiming asked directly.
"If you can beat me in one move, I will tell you!" Nangong Malan sneered.
"Okay, I will try my best... not to kill you!" He Yiming said slowly.
"Arrogant, I have never seen such an arrogant curling ant! A mere Tiandan dares to be so arrogant in front of my Yuanying! The next moment...
"Boom!!!" A huge breath burst out!
A stream of Dao patterns spread from Nangong Malan's body like water waves!
That is the power beyond the power of the great state of mind!
"Curling ant!"
"The Tiandan realm is just the integration of the power of the state of mind into the Jindan! The fusion of the power of the state of mind and the power of cultivation is called Tiandan!"
"However..."
"The Yuanying realm is a step further!"
"Melt the state of mind and completely merge it with the Jindan, indistinguishable from each other! This is the first step!"
"The melted golden elixir will be gradually condensed, constantly sharpened, and finally turned into an infant! It will be your own clone! This is the second step!"
"The mind and spirit are united, and the Nascent Soul and your own will are perfectly integrated to achieve a perfect infant! It is the Nascent Soul!"
! ! Let me show you the power of the Nascent Soul Realm! !
!" Nangong Malan laughed in anger.
"This is the Nascent Soul Realm!"
"And the amount of artistic conception power you have determines the strength of your own Nascent Soul!"
"A Nascent Soul achieved by one artistic conception power is called one Nascent Soul!"
"Two artistic conception powers are two Nascent Souls!"
"The more artistic conception power you have, the more powerful the Nascent Soul you achieve! There is even a world of difference between each one!"
"And this seat..."
Nangong Malan said this, and his mind moved!
"Boom!!!" A slightly illusory shadow of a tiny baby slowly emerged!
On the body of this little baby, there were two flowing Dao patterns, flickering and emitting a huge aura!
"When I was in the Tiandan realm, I had two great realms of artistic conception! Now, I have two Yuanying realms!"
"Chuan Yi, what can you use to fight me!!!"
After Nangong Malan finished speaking, he raised his hand and transformed into a huge palm of three thousand meters!
This palm exudes a terrifying aura that covers the sky and the sun, and there are countless Dao patterns flowing. Two great artistic conception powers roared and exploded on it!
"Hiss, hiss, hiss!" Seeing this blow, Huo Tianya and other powerful people in the Prison Holy Land all took a breath of cold air.
Too powerful!
This, this is the powerful person in the Nascent Soul Realm?
Who can withstand this blow!
Even a huge 10,000-meter Tiandan monster will be killed by this slap!
Too powerful!
"Brother Ming!!!" Ling Tianyu's face changed, and he looked at He Yiming with some worry.
However, He Yiming was calm and unhurried, and he didn't even dodge or evade.
"Go to hell!!!" Nangong Malan waved his hand, and the huge handprint of 3,000 meters fell down and hit He Yiming directly!
"Boom boom boom!" A huge earthquake erupted, and the terrifying airflow and impact spread out. The square of the Prison-Suppressing Holy Land was almost shattered, and countless nearby buildings collapsed!
Even the Tiandan Realm masters such as Huo Tianya used all their strength to operate their cultivation and turned into a protective shield to block the impact. Some weak Lunhai Realm disciples were spitting blood, and they barely stood up thanks to the elders and the hall master.
The power of this blow was so terrifying!
If it hit the Prison-Suppressing Holy Land, at least 90% of the people in the Prison-Suppressing Holy Land would die from this slap!
Too strong!
It was really too strong!
"The Yuanying Great Power is really invincible!!!" Huo Tianya took a breath of cold air, his face pale.
With this slap, the nameless senior must have died.
Anyway, if it was me, I would definitely die!
Too terrible!
Fortunately, I was smart and didn't dare to offend this great power from the upper realm!
"Haha, curled ant, this is the absolute gap between you and me! Go to hell and regret it!" Nangong Malan sneered and turned around to return to the hall.
Although I don't know what the relationship between this person and Nangong Li is, it doesn't matter, anyway, he has been shot to death!
Next, I can take Nangong Li back to the upper world.
However, at this moment.
A crisp voice suddenly sounded.
"Yuanying power?"
"That's it?"
"!!!" Nangong Malan turned around abruptly, and after seeing the scene in front of her, her breathing stagnated.
Chapter 577 Six Paths Sword!
The smoke and dust gradually dissipated.
—A figure stood proudly.
It was He Yiming!
Don't say he was injured!
He Yiming didn't even have his clothes~ damaged at all.
This shows that He Yiming not only resisted the attack just now, but also handled it with ease!
"Nascent Soul Realm, is this all?" He Yiming actually had some questions in his mind.
He Yiming always thought that the Nascent Soul Realm masters were very powerful!
So he was very afraid of them!
But in a real confrontation...
Is this all?
The three thousand meter giant handprint just now looked very powerful!
However, it was simply strong on the outside but weak on the inside. The power was so dispersed that the whole handprint looked awesome, but in fact it was nothing!
In comparison.
The finger that Morissa, who was killed before, summoned before his death, which was suspected to be a frozen demon, was less than an inch!
But it was 10,000 times more threatening than this three thousand meter handprint!
So He Yiming, just activated the Qingdi Changsheng Body of the perfect Tiandan realm, and easily blocked the attack!
Even
didn't even break his skin?
"Impossible!!!" Nangong Malan was dumbfounded.
"So that's how it is. You should also be in the Nascent Soul Realm. You actually hide your cultivation and pretend to be a Heavenly Dan? Hehe!" Nangong Malan suddenly sneered.
"? ? ?" He Yiming's mind was full of question marks.
Hide? I'm not hiding anything!
"In that case, I'll treat you as an opponent of the Nascent Soul Realm!" Nangong Malan took a deep breath, and then the breath changed again.
The Dao pattern that had been spreading and exploding before quickly converged and condensed on Nangong Malan's body.
At this moment, the Dao pattern flowed all over Nangong Malan's body!
Looking closely, you can see that this Dao pattern has two colors, which contains two kinds of artistic conception power!
"So that's it! The power of artistic conception can be perfectly integrated into the power of Dao pattern! This is the power of the Nascent Soul!" He Yiming nodded secretly.
"Heavenly weapon! Qinghong!!!" Nangong Malan stretched out his hand and grabbed the void!
The green long sword on his back broke through the air and flew into Nangong Malan's book.
"Boom!!!" The next moment, the power of the Dao pattern on Nangong Malan's body quickly wrapped around the heavenly weapon-level long sword Qinghong.
The entire Qinghong long sword seemed to have become a part of Nangong Malan's body, perfectly integrated!
"!" He Yiming's eyes lit up again!
So easily, he performed the unity of man and sword?