Most Conceited War God

Within his sea of consciousness, the mysterious sword aura suddenly trembled. Following that, Ling Jian's footsteps slowly landed on the ground. Immediately, he felt two black, vine like streams of air pass through him and wrap around his thighs.    

"Oh no, there's an ambush here!"    

Ling Jian shouted in his heart, and immediately the corner of his mouth turned up, the voice reaching everyone's ears like thunder.    

"Damn it, this looks like a man-made thing."    

"Not good, this thing also has a bewitching effect!"    

The three great elders and the disciples of Qingyun Peak also felt the restraining sensation on their legs and immediately exerted force, causing them to shatter. However, after they revealed their Spiritual Aura, they caused the entire place to decay and become ancient. Like maggots, they wrapped around their bodies and directly took away a portion of their Spiritual Energy.    

Luo Tianyan's sharp eyes swept across the surroundings and he said in a low voice.    

"Third uncle, have you noticed something very strange?"    

Ling Jian shattered the bindings that were transmitted from his legs, and immediately pondered for a long while, before slowly opening his mouth and speaking.    

"Oh? "Tell me about it, and see if you think the same way as I do."    

Luo Tianyan narrowed his eyes as he looked at Ling Jian and said.    

"Other than the unique desolation, vicissitudes, and decadence of this place, the rest of us here are the most powerful methods of our disciples. However, we have been tricked by our own men."    

Ling Jian shrugged his shoulders with a helpless look on his face.    

"That's right, I didn't expect that the Young Lord would have such a sharp eye. That bewitching trick was a small trick passed down in our Qing-Yun Sect. However, I didn't expect that when combined with the decay and ancient aura here, it would bring out the full potential of this technique."    

Luo Tianyan said with a look of regret on his face.    

"Ah?" Could it be that the ambush here was set up by our own people? "    

The ten great disciples and the three great elders were shocked to the extreme. The three great elders looked at each other and found it hard to believe.    

If it was any other person, they would think that this was caused by the geography and environment, not by man. After all, from the perspective of decay and the vicissitudes of life, this power did indeed have the effect of bewitching one's soul and was sometimes even more unexpected.    

If it were a normal sect, or a sect that did not know much about befuddled spirits, they would have fallen into a trap the moment they stepped into this place. Moreover, they might even collapse immediately, not the scene of the disciples of the Qing-Yun Sect just now being bound and still standing where they were.    

"Therefore, we might as well collect some of this place's special powers and use our Qing-Yun Sect's methods to confuse us. Perhaps, after entering the Ten Thousand Killing Abyss to deal with any unexpected incidents, it will have some effect."    

Ling Jian thought for a while before replying.    

"Hm? This is a pretty good idea."    

"That's right. Bewitching is a mental attack. It is completely silent and hard to detect. However, its level of attack and power cannot be underestimated."    

The top ten disciples of the Qing-Yun Sect started discussing among themselves, their eyes shining brightly.    

The three elders looked at each other in dismay. If they had been asked to collect the materials, they would definitely not have done so. After they had arrived, the pressure and resistance from their bodies had become even more intense.    

"Young master, this method is not bad. However, this kind of aura is silent and hard to fathom. The most important thing is that we still have some injuries. If we collect this, it will be very inconvenient."    

The top ten Qing-Yun disciples frowned as they spoke.    

"No worries, with me here, nothing will happen."    

Ling Jian smiled mysteriously as his body appeared in front of everyone's eyes. Soon after, he waved his hand, and the aura of decay and vicissitudes of life around him actually converged into a torrent that flowed into his sleeves.    

"Ah?" "This …"    

The top ten Qing-Yun disciples looked at this scene in disbelief, and their brains went blank for a moment.    

This change completely exceeded their expectations.    

At the same time, an extremely shocked and surprised expression flashed deep within their eyes. They all knew that Ling Jian had the Mustard Seed Crystal, but they did not expect that this young man's Mustard Seed Crystal seemed to be an extraordinary treasure.    

Only this sort of treasure was the most valuable and mysterious.    

"Everyone should collect more or less of the vegetation here. When the time comes, we can make use of the Qing-Yun Sect's influence and combine it together to unleash an endless amount of power."    

Ling Jian stared at the surrounding vegetation that was emitting a peculiar glow. Atop the weak glow, there was an astonishing aura of decay and vicissitudes.    

"Yes, Young Sect Master."    

The group of people from the Qing-Yun Sect continued on their way, collecting what they could. The first to stop were the three great elders, the Soul Summoning Pill's power activated, causing them to have no choice but to stop.    

"Eh? There's movement. "    

"Senior brother, there's movement up there. Could it be that a large group of people from the Ten Thousand Thunder Sect has personally come here?"    

Deep in the Great Desolate Flame Abyss, in an underground cave.    

A gloomy-looking disciple from the Qing-Yun Sect said vigilantly to the older one next to him. His eyes were like a hawk's as they scanned the surroundings, obviously on high alert.    

"Dammit. This Ten Thousand Lightning Sect is truly unwilling to give up. Ahh, now, there's only the three of us left."    

The oldest disciple of the Qing-Yun Sect had a malicious expression on his face. When he said these words, his heart was already bleeding.    

"Ai, how is Third Junior Brother now?"    

The oldest disciple of the Qing-Yun Sect could not help but look at his junior brother beside him.    

"Eldest senior brother, third junior escaped from a seventh heaven black iron beast by a fluke. He could already be considered a peerless genius. If it weren't for his divine prowess, I'm afraid our Qing-Yun Sect would have lost another junior this time."    

"Mm. As long as it isn't particularly serious, it won't be a problem. Damn the Ten Thousand Lightning Sect. We will get this debt back sooner or later."    

The eldest senior brother said with a cold expression and clenched fists.    

"Have you found any evidence for the Ten Thousand Lightning Sect disciples to be in the extreme northern region?"    

"Third Junior Brother did not find anything, but I did. Should we act tonight?" I heard that a large group of people from the Ten Thousand Thunder Sect will enter the Ten Thousand Killing Abyss tonight! "    

"Of course. However, now that their small group of people have appeared in our midst, no matter what, we have to keep them here."    

The eldest senior brother's face was gloomy. The footsteps from above the cave were getting closer and closer.    

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