Chapter 306: Chapter 71 Come! _3

“Good, you bugs have been buzzing in my ears for quite a while. It’s time to deal with you!”

With a cold chuckle, Ning Daohuan’s giant hand shrinks, reaching for the four Incense-burning Dao Cultivators in the city who couldn’t escape in time.

However, right after that, Ning Daohuan feels a sudden stabbing pain in his head, like a needle prick. A severe pain makes his head tilt involuntarily, and the previously concentrated black hand disperses along with it.

When Ning Daohuan comes back to his senses, his face immediately turns cold as he looks at the four Incense-burning Dao Cultivators.

“Not a bad Soul Spell.”

“But you are really courting death!”

As he speaks, he suddenly charges towards the four of them!

However, facing Ning Daohuan’s strong attack, the four Incense-burning Dao Cultivators show a strange smile!

“Finally, we have you!”

“Today, we will reclaim the True Sutra!”

As they speak, the four Cultivators simultaneously cast a spell.

A crack suddenly opens on the city ground.

A strangely shaped black longbow standing upright is revealed…

“Hmm?”

Ning Daohuan looks intrigued.

“Poof!”

The four Incense-burning Dao Cultivators simultaneously spit out a mouthful of blood, directing it onto the black longbow!

The longbow vibrates in an instant, its black color quickly fades and is replaced by a rich red.

Seeing the dark red longbow, Ning Daohuan feels his body hairs stand on end.

“Not good!”

Ning Daohuan immediately senses something wrong.

From this longbow, he unexpectedly senses an extremely dangerous threat.

Immediately, the Spiritual Energy around him is quickly drawn by Mana, turning into a big hand, moving straight towards the longbow.

However, it is already too late.

The dark red longbow is being held by no one and has no arrow, but the bowstring quickly opens into a full moon shape.

Immediately afterward—

‘Boom!’

An arrow made of highly concentrated invisible energy strikes Ning Daohuan in an instant.

Ning Daohuan doesn’t even have time to react. His entire body is smashed into pieces by a powerful force!

At this moment.

All Cultivators who witness this scene are stunned!

“Did… did Ning Daohuan… die?”

“Hierarch!”

The Cultivators of the Tianmen Cult have their eyes widen in disbelief.

However, the four Incense-burning Dao Cultivators show no surprise. Instead, they immediately rush towards Ning Daohuan’s shattered body, attempting to seize Ning Daohuan’s Storage Ring.

“True Sutra!”

However, in the middle of his rush, the Cultivator with a long beard suddenly changes his expression!

Because he surprisingly doesn’t feel Ning Daohuan’s aura around…

“Not good! He is not dead!”

The Cultivator with the long beard suddenly realizes!

But it is already too late!

Ning Daohuan’s broken body quickly re-forms at an astonishing speed. Despite his extremely pale face, he is already beside the dark red longbow unknowingly!

“What a treasure!”

A rare glimpse of dread and delight flashes in Ning Daohuan’s eyes.

If he had not taken over Pang Xiao’s body and dabbled in Body Cultivation, which allows him to control the dispersion and aggregation of his body, the arrow just now could have completely destroyed his physical body!

And once his physical body is destroyed, relying solely on his Nascent Soul, he will probably be killed by these Cultivators very soon.

Even so, he still has not escaped unharmed.

A treasure, capable of threatening an entity like him, is undoubtedly invaluable!

However, before he can touch the dark red longbow, Ning Daohuan’s pupils suddenly contract!

The dark red longbow, as if it has a spirit, bends again…

Without a second thought, Ning Daohuan immediately disperses his body, but his arm is still hit by the invisible arrow. His arm instantly disintegrates into nothingness!

Soon, Ning Daohuan reassembles his physical body, but his left arm has completely disappeared!

Ning Daohuan’s face turns even paler.

“You are indeed extraordinary! This ‘Yin God’s Descent Bow’ can only shoot five arrows, yet you managed to block two…”

“However, you are indeed delusional! Without the order of Yin God, who else can snatch this from us!”

The Cultivator with a long beard chuckles coldly.

“Of course, if you can reach the third layer, there might be some hope.”

“Hierarch Ning, let’s get to the point. Hand over the True Sutra and we may spare your life!”

The crimson longbow was drawn again as he spoke.

“Third layer?”

“True Sutra?”

At Ning Daohuan’s peril, he was somewhat baffled. True Sutra? What is it?

In the treasure vault of Tianmen Cult, there were plenty of things called “True Sutra”, which one was he referring to?!

However, being feared of the crimson longbow, Ning Daohuan didn’t dare to act rashly.

Seeing Ning Daohuan not answering, the bearded Cultivator looked at the approaching Chen State Cultivators, his heart began to feel anxious, and he pressed:

“Hierarch Ning! Don’t be obstinate!”

Crimson longbow’s string was pulled back, just like a full moon.

Ning Daohuan’s complexion immediately becomes difficult to bear!

He had no doubt that this bow could burst his body this time.

“I don’t know what the True Sutra you’re talking about is…”

Finally, Ning Daohuan gritted his teeth and opened his mouth.

“Hump, Yin’s Great Dream Sutra! Don’t even tell me you don’t know!”

The bearded Cultivator sneered.

Ning Daohuan was suddenly feeling unjust. He genuinely didn’t know!

Thinking quickly, he had an inkling that this might be a misunderstanding, so he tried to explain:

“My fellow Cultivator, I swear, I truly don’t…”

“It seems that you’re stubborn. Indeed, if I were you, I wouldn’t give it either.”

The bearded Cultivator sneered again, as if he had anticipated what he was about to say, and revealed a murderous intent, swinging his long sleeve.

“Then let’s kill you and extract it from your soul!”

Ning Daohuan was shocked.

In an instant, he dissipated.

However, even so, he had a feeling that a great disaster was coming!

“This time, it’s a misstep!”

“I didn’t expect that the Incense-burning Dao had this trick up their sleeve!”

Ning Daohuan gritted his teeth in the dark.

But soon, he was taken aback.

That dangerous feeling… disappeared?

Ning Daohuan quickly looked at the crimson longbow, only to see it trembling uncontrollably at the original place!

It seemed to be struggling with something.

He subconsciously looked at the four incense-burning Dao Cultivators, but saw their faces pale and full of disbelief:

“Yin, Yin God… ”

The next moment.

“Boom!”

The crimson longbow seemed to break free from something and flew up directly, hesitated slightly in mid-air, then flew south without looking back!

“Puff!”

The four Incense Fire Dao cultivators spit out blood, their crimson bodies appearing somewhat pale.

But how could Ning Daohuan miss such an opportunity? He immediately acted with anger, condensing four big hands of mana, and directly crushed the four Incense-burning Dao cultivators who were too shocked to react!

He then rushed back into Zhongyuan City before the arrival of the four sects of Chen State.

…

At the outskirts of Jiantao Station.

Wang Ba, who rarely walked out of the wooden hut, made a delicious meal for the Wu Monkey King, Jia 15, and other Spirit Beasts.

While feeding them, his heart moved and he had a subtle feeling.

It seemed like something was calling him.

But when he tried to feel it carefully, the subtle feeling disappeared.

“Strange…”

He thought about it and unconsciously called out in his heart:

“Come!”

However, after waiting for a while, he found nothing unusual.

“It was indeed an illusion.”

Wang Ba shook his head slightly, didn’t think too much, and continued to feed Jia 15 and the others.

“Don’t fight… Jia 15, yes! I’m talking about you! Why are you in such a hurry? Finish eating before you go.”

What he didn’t notice was that in the Spirit Temple, the faceless red statue was faintly flashing a light.