Chapter 1663 - Hell Dao
Chapter 1663 Hell Dao
In the void of the ancient battlefield, a crack suddenly appeared and a green-robed cultivator darted in. He had refined featuresit was none other than Patriarch Desolate Martial, Su Zimo!
The surroundings were barren, a desert without any signs of life.
Su Zimo released his spirit consciousness and sensed carefully.
Indeed, the ancient battlefield was different from Tianhuang Mainland.
The ancient battlefield was a world of its own and there were many divine powers that lingered in it, lasting through the ages and possessing immense might!
If Conjoint Body Mighty Figures were to enter, their bodies would not be able to withstand the pressure and be squeezed into a blood mist, dying on the spot!
A gigantic golden scroll hovered in the firmaments of the ancient battlefield-it was the Divine Power Ranking that had once descended upon Enigma Palace and suppressed the primordial races!
Although the ancient battlefield was extremely vast, the Divine Power Ranking in the firmaments could be seen with a single glance in every corner of the battlefield.
It was also at the center of the entire ancient battlefield!
Right now, Su Zimo was only at the early-stage Mahayana realm and was in no hurry to fight for a spot on the Divine Power Ranking
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The immediate concern for him was to comprehend as many lesser divine powers as possible to temper his Green Lotus True Body continuously. As long as he comprehended enough lesser divine powers, he could attempt to comprehend greater divine powers! The Creation Green Lotus contained some divine powers to begin with; there were lesser and greater divine powers. In fact, there were even supreme divine powers that grew endlessly!
Of course, the process was gradual.
Even if Su Zimo was extremely talented, he could not comprehend a supreme divine power and become an Emperor right away.
Su Zimo intended to look around and see if he could find any lesser divine powers to comprehend and cultivate.
He did not pick a direction and chose to advance in the desert.
Every single sand and stone in the ancient battlefield could contain some sort of divine power. Su Zimo walked extremely slowly and his spirit consciousness searched the vicinity continuously.
Before long, a stele appeared before him!
Half of the stele was severed by some divine weapon and the cut was incomparably smooth.
There were some words etched on the remaining half of the stele that were clearly filled with the power of divine powers!
There was a lesser divine power imprinted on the stele!
Su Zimo looked at the stele from afar with a calm expression. Suddenly, a mocking look flashed through the depths of his eyes as he walked towards the stele.
Arriving before the stele, Su Zimo focused his gaze.
The runes on the stele were curved and every single crack exuded an extremely ferocious aura, as though malevolent ghosts and fiends were baring their fangs and claws as they charged out of the stele!
Suddenly!
Su Zimo felt that the surrounding desert had already vanished and he felt as though he had fallen into Hell. His surroundings were dark with a chilling blood qi and countless fiends surrounded him!
He had a lost expression, as though he was stuck in Hell and could not extricate himself.
Suddenly!
A chilling killing intent burst forth from beneath Su Zimo!
“Hmph!”
Su Zimo sneered and clarity returned to his eyes instantly. He condensed his spirit consciousness and the scene of Hell around him vanished.
He stomped down heavily!
Boom!
There was a loud bang!
He stomped on the desert beneath him and created a gigantic pit. Sand and gravel flew everywhere as a figure wielding a long sword appeared.
The blade of the sword struck Su Zimo’s feet!
A cruel look flashed through the figure’s eyes.
To him, his attack was enough to pierce Su Zimo’s feet!
Clang!
Before he could finish his thought, he heard a crisp sound.
Not only did his sword fail to pierce Su Zimo’s feet, it even let out a metallic sound.
His sword bent as though it had struck an iron wall. Its glow dimmed and it nearly snapped!
“Ah!”
The person’s expression changed and he arrived on the other side of Su Zimo in a flash. Narrowing his gaze, he sized up Su Zimo in silence.
Su Zimo’s gaze shifted to that person.
It was a skinny cultivator. He was less than ten feet tall and looked like a midget.
Early-stage Mahayana.
Even the weakest cultivators in the ancient battlefield were Mahayana Patriarchs!
“There’s no grudge between us. Why do you want to kill me?”
Su Zimo asked coldly.
“Heh!”
The skinny cultivator sneered, “How are you still so naive even though you’re at the Mahayana realm? Has there ever been any reason for all the fighting and killing in the cultivation world?!”
Actually, there was indeed a lesser divine power on the damaged stele.
As for that skinny cultivator, he did not leave after cultivating the lesser divine power. Instead, he camped by the damaged stele to wait for other Patriarchs to arrive.
If he did not feel confident, he would remain silent and not attack.
If he encountered someone like Su Zimo who was at early-stage Mahayana and did not seem like a threat, he would ambush and kill the latter!
This skinny Patriarch had tried this method a couple of times before.
He even managed to obtain a few lesser divine powers from Patriarchs who died!
Unfortunately, the person he encountered today was Su Zimo.
The moment Su Zimo saw the spirit perception, his powerful spirit perception sensed danger!
“Young man, hand over the Dharmic treasure on your feet. If you have any divine powers, hand them over as well and I can spare your life!”
The skinny Patriarch said coldly.
In his opinion, Su Zimo must have worn a boot-like Dharmic treasure on his feet. That was the reason why the latter’s feet were invulnerable against weapons and could not be pierced by the sword!
Su Zimo smiled and asked, “You don’t recognize me?”
“I don’t care who you are!”
The skinny Patriarch sneered, “I’ve killed more than ten brats like you who have just entered the Mahayana realm!”
“Is that so?”
Su Zimo nodded and said indifferently, “Pay with your life today then!”
Before his sentence was finished, Su Zimo’s figure flashed and his blood qi surged, releasing rays of light. He reached out and grabbed the skinny Patriarch’s head!
Psst!
The skinny Patriarch’s expression changed!
The power and aura released by Su Zimo’s attack was way too strong. He actually felt a sense of danger and was alarmed!
Swoosh!
Without hesitation, the skinny Patriarch channeled the sword in his hands and circulated his blood qi at the same time, piercing towards Su Zimo’s palm!
Clang!
Another crisp sound rang when the sword struck Su Zimo’s palm!
Ordinary Dharmic treasures could not injure the Grade 8 Green Lotus True Body at all!
Su Zimo’s expression was cold and his gaze was indifferent. Exerting strength in his palm, he grabbed the sword and released a mighty jerk!
Crack! Crack! Crack!
Cracks appeared on the sword!
A tremendous power surged into the skinny Patriarch’s body.
The skinny Patriarch shuddered as though he was struck by lightning. His palm was torn and fresh blood dripped as he retreated continuously.
Like a shadow, Su Zimo gave chase once more!
“Hell Dao!”
The skinny Patriarch hollered and released a lesser divine power!
The Hell Dao was the lesser divine power on the stele.
There were many lesser divine powers and the Hell Dao was one of the strongest among them!
Su Zimo smiled gently and extended his palm slowly. In it was a green lotus that was filled with a resplendent glow!
In the void of the ancient battlefield, a crack suddenly appeared and a green-robed cultivator darted in. He had refined featuresit was none other than Patriarch Desolate Martial, Su Zimo!
The surroundings were barren, a desert without any signs of life.
Su Zimo released his spirit consciousness and sensed carefully.
Indeed, the ancient battlefield was different from Tianhuang Mainland.
The ancient battlefield was a world of its own and there were many divine powers that lingered in it, lasting through the ages and possessing immense might!
If Conjoint Body Mighty Figures were to enter, their bodies would not be able to withstand the pressure and be squeezed into a blood mist, dying on the spot!
A gigantic golden scroll hovered in the firmaments of the ancient battlefield-it was the Divine Power Ranking that had once descended upon Enigma Palace and suppressed the primordial races!
Although the ancient battlefield was extremely vast, the Divine Power Ranking in the firmaments could be seen with a single glance in every corner of the battlefield.
It was also at the center of the entire ancient battlefield!
Right now, Su Zimo was only at the early-stage Mahayana realm and was in no hurry to fight for a spot on the Divine Power Ranking
ser
The immediate concern for him was to comprehend as many lesser divine powers as possible to temper his Green Lotus True Body continuously. As long as he comprehended enough lesser divine powers, he could attempt to comprehend greater divine powers! The Creation Green Lotus contained some divine powers to begin with; there were lesser and greater divine powers. In fact, there were even supreme divine powers that grew endlessly!
Of course, the process was gradual.
Even if Su Zimo was extremely talented, he could not comprehend a supreme divine power and become an Emperor right away.
Su Zimo intended to look around and see if he could find any lesser divine powers to comprehend and cultivate.
He did not pick a direction and chose to advance in the desert.
Every single sand and stone in the ancient battlefield could contain some sort of divine power. Su Zimo walked extremely slowly and his spirit consciousness searched the vicinity continuously.
Before long, a stele appeared before him!
Half of the stele was severed by some divine weapon and the cut was incomparably smooth.
There were some words etched on the remaining half of the stele that were clearly filled with the power of divine powers!
There was a lesser divine power imprinted on the stele!
Su Zimo looked at the stele from afar with a calm expression. Suddenly, a mocking look flashed through the depths of his eyes as he walked towards the stele.
Arriving before the stele, Su Zimo focused his gaze.
The runes on the stele were curved and every single crack exuded an extremely ferocious aura, as though malevolent ghosts and fiends were baring their fangs and claws as they charged out of the stele!
Suddenly!
Su Zimo felt that the surrounding desert had already vanished and he felt as though he had fallen into Hell. His surroundings were dark with a chilling blood qi and countless fiends surrounded him!
He had a lost expression, as though he was stuck in Hell and could not extricate himself.
Suddenly!
A chilling killing intent burst forth from beneath Su Zimo!
“Hmph!”
Su Zimo sneered and clarity returned to his eyes instantly. He condensed his spirit consciousness and the scene of Hell around him vanished.
He stomped down heavily!
Boom!
There was a loud bang!
He stomped on the desert beneath him and created a gigantic pit. Sand and gravel flew everywhere as a figure wielding a long sword appeared.
The blade of the sword struck Su Zimo’s feet!
A cruel look flashed through the figure’s eyes.
To him, his attack was enough to pierce Su Zimo’s feet!
Clang!
Before he could finish his thought, he heard a crisp sound.
Not only did his sword fail to pierce Su Zimo’s feet, it even let out a metallic sound.
His sword bent as though it had struck an iron wall. Its glow dimmed and it nearly snapped!
“Ah!”
The person’s expression changed and he arrived on the other side of Su Zimo in a flash. Narrowing his gaze, he sized up Su Zimo in silence.
Su Zimo’s gaze shifted to that person.
It was a skinny cultivator. He was less than ten feet tall and looked like a midget.
Early-stage Mahayana.
Even the weakest cultivators in the ancient battlefield were Mahayana Patriarchs!
“There’s no grudge between us. Why do you want to kill me?”
Su Zimo asked coldly.
“Heh!”
The skinny cultivator sneered, “How are you still so naive even though you’re at the Mahayana realm? Has there ever been any reason for all the fighting and killing in the cultivation world?!”
Actually, there was indeed a lesser divine power on the damaged stele.
As for that skinny cultivator, he did not leave after cultivating the lesser divine power. Instead, he camped by the damaged stele to wait for other Patriarchs to arrive.
If he did not feel confident, he would remain silent and not attack.
If he encountered someone like Su Zimo who was at early-stage Mahayana and did not seem like a threat, he would ambush and kill the latter!
This skinny Patriarch had tried this method a couple of times before.
He even managed to obtain a few lesser divine powers from Patriarchs who died!
Unfortunately, the person he encountered today was Su Zimo.
The moment Su Zimo saw the spirit perception, his powerful spirit perception sensed danger!
“Young man, hand over the Dharmic treasure on your feet. If you have any divine powers, hand them over as well and I can spare your life!”
The skinny Patriarch said coldly.
In his opinion, Su Zimo must have worn a boot-like Dharmic treasure on his feet. That was the reason why the latter’s feet were invulnerable against weapons and could not be pierced by the sword!
Su Zimo smiled and asked, “You don’t recognize me?”
“I don’t care who you are!”
The skinny Patriarch sneered, “I’ve killed more than ten brats like you who have just entered the Mahayana realm!”
“Is that so?”
Su Zimo nodded and said indifferently, “Pay with your life today then!”
Before his sentence was finished, Su Zimo’s figure flashed and his blood qi surged, releasing rays of light. He reached out and grabbed the skinny Patriarch’s head!
Psst!
The skinny Patriarch’s expression changed!
The power and aura released by Su Zimo’s attack was way too strong. He actually felt a sense of danger and was alarmed!
Swoosh!
Without hesitation, the skinny Patriarch channeled the sword in his hands and circulated his blood qi at the same time, piercing towards Su Zimo’s palm!
Clang!
Another crisp sound rang when the sword struck Su Zimo’s palm!
Ordinary Dharmic treasures could not injure the Grade 8 Green Lotus True Body at all!
Su Zimo’s expression was cold and his gaze was indifferent. Exerting strength in his palm, he grabbed the sword and released a mighty jerk!
Crack! Crack! Crack!
Cracks appeared on the sword!
A tremendous power surged into the skinny Patriarch’s body.
The skinny Patriarch shuddered as though he was struck by lightning. His palm was torn and fresh blood dripped as he retreated continuously.
Like a shadow, Su Zimo gave chase once more!
“Hell Dao!”
The skinny Patriarch hollered and released a lesser divine power!
The Hell Dao was the lesser divine power on the stele.
There were many lesser divine powers and the Hell Dao was one of the strongest among them!
Su Zimo smiled gently and extended his palm slowly. In it was a green lotus that was filled with a resplendent glow!
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