Immortality begin with Alchemy Grandmaster
Chapter 1392 - 522

Chapter 1392: Chapter 522

Too rushed!

True Master Shenyuan’s face sank and he immediately asked, "Where is Luo Chen from the Luo Tian Sect?"

Hao Ranzi and others were stunned. They naturally recognized that this person was a Nascent Soul Stage Cultivator of the Human Clan, otherwise the other party wouldn’t think of rescuing them.

"Reporting to Senior, Daoist Friend Luo Chen was taken out for interrogation three years ago and hasn’t returned since. I’m afraid it’s more likely to be bad news than good!"

True Master Shenyuan was taken aback, then his face trembled, "Nonsense, he is clearly alive and well. I could still feel his breath just now..."

Suddenly, True Master Shenyuan’s expression changed subtly.

He was here before, so where did he go now?

Moreover, he went out three years ago and hadn’t come back since. What was going on?

As he pondered, a thunderous roar broke through the air in the tunnel.

"Old fool, time to die!"

True Master Shenyuan turned around and slapped the Five-color Mini Tower, and instantly the light of five colors shrouded the thunderous approach again.

"Noisy!"

This time, he truly had the intent to kill.

Opening his mouth, he spat out a Crystal Clear Little Sword that rapidly flew out.

With just one swing of the sword, the formidable majesty forced the struggling Thunder Prison Divine Roc to retreat into a corner of the dungeon.

True Master Shenyuan snorted coldly, reached out, and the Crystal Clear Little Sword flew back to him, crossing over dozens of prison cells in the blink of an eye.

Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!

Wherever it passed, the prohibitions of the cells confining the prisoners were violently broken open.

"Follow me out first!"

True Master Shenyuan turned around.

Then he saw, in a corner, a shadow struggled to stand up.

Angrily flashed across the elder’s face, "Despicable, must be killed!"

The Crystal Clear Little Sword flew out once more.

...

Above Cangwu Mountain.

Youquan surveyed the entire battlefield. Ten Nascent Soul Stage Demon Cultivators divided into two groups, each laying siege to Master He Huan and Monk Hui Ping.

Though they seemed to have the numerical advantage, they were actually at a disadvantage.

Even if they transformed into their true forms and used their best abilities, they were no match for the exquisite skills of the two Late Stage Nascent Soul Cultivators.

Casualties had already occurred!

Meanwhile, at the most critical battleground, Qing Shuang, renowned as the strongest combatant beneath the Divine Transformation of the Demon Clan, was firmly suppressed by the black-robed elder of the Human Clan.

He even produced a ring-shaped magic item, reciting some incantation.

With each burst of light enveloping Qing Shuang’s Azure Phoenix true form, her resistance weakened further.

However, even so, the black-robed elder didn’t take a single step into Cangwu Mountain, remaining at the edge.

"Enough!"

Youquan glanced in another direction, then turned around.

"Xiaoqing, come back!"

"Trying to leave? After all the effort I’ve put in, do you think it would be that simple?" The black-robed elder laughed loudly, flicking three drops of Black Water toward Qing Shuang.

Facing these three drops of Black Water, Qing Shuang shrieked, her body emanating a bright azure glow.

Beneath that shriek, Zhukong Hall, where Cangwu Mountain stood, seemed to respond.

The next moment, a divine rainbow burst forth, enveloping it.

Stepping on the divine rainbow, Qing Shuang regained control over spatial power.

"Return!"

With a flash, she returned from beyond the mountain.

No sooner had she landed than she staggered, nearly falling to the ground.

And behind her, three drops of Black Water turned into three black spots, continuously corroding her physique.

Seeing his prey about to escape, the calm black-robed elder became somewhat enraged.

"I meant to capture you unharmed without damaging your Dao Cultivation, but since you insist on resisting, don’t blame me for ruthlessly crushing you. Let’s just maim you half to death and then refine you into a Spirit Beast Ring."

He stepped forward, moving almost as fast as Qing Shuang, and arrived atop Cangwu Mountain, one after the other.

Just then.

A sense of alarm suddenly surged in his heart.

An impulse always has a cause!

The black-robed elder suddenly looked up.

Without knowing when, Youquan had already moved from the collapsed Transmitting Truth Hall to the entrance of the hovering Tungxuan Hall amidst the clouds.

With a cold and detached gaze down at the chaotic Cangwu Mountain, he formed a Lotus Seal with both hands and then suddenly burst forth.

"Summon the Divine Power of Yuan Jun!"

Boom!

Tungxuan Hall shook!

Within a ten-thousand-mile radius of Cangwu Mountain, the earth trembled as if an Earth Dragon turned over, creating giant fissures.

Columns of Heavenly Fire erupted skyward.

And within Tungxuan Hall, a murky breath spread, and a surge of intense heat swept across all directions.

Earthly Flames cleansed, Heavenly Flames descended.

A spark flew out from the murky breath and in the blink of an eye, turned into boundless waves of flames.

In the dungeon, where they had just been released, over twenty Golden Core Cultivators stood bewildered as flames naturally caught on them.

"What is this..."

Without any perception, they vanished into nothingness, not even leaving behind ashes.

True Master Shenyuan, who was about to utterly destroy the Thunder Prison Divine Roc, dramatically changed color.

The Crystal Clear Little Sword transformed into a beam of Sword Light that enveloped him, and he, disregarding everything else, forcefully flew out of the dungeon.

Just out, he witnessed two cries of agony flying towards the Outer World.

From a distance, they looked like two massive fireballs.

"Damn it, such strange flames!"

True Master Shenyuan felt his sword, which he had cultivated for hundreds of years and had reached the True Instrument Level, steadily melting away.

"Ancestor, save me!"

While he fled, he called for help.

But that black-robed elder couldn’t spare a moment to assist.

Standing on the verge of a boundless abyss, he faced the overwhelming wave with unyielding resistance, hard against the might of the heavens.

But under that endless blaze, he was being continuously beaten back.

Seeing this, True Master Shenyuan could no longer care for anything else.

He watched as Monk Hui Ping from Tianji Zen Sect perished within those bizarre flames with a smile on his face.