The Devil's Tribulation

Chapter 905 Cleverly Obtaining the Dragon Soul Grass

Nanzhou Holy Flame Island, in the Holy Flame Realm.

Pan Chengfeng secretly arrived at the Dragon Soul Abyss alone.

When they were still more than 10,000 meters from the abyss, Pan Chengfeng heard an angry dragon's roar, followed by waves of terrifying magical power.

Pan Chengfeng hurriedly donned several more layers of spiritual armor, muttering to himself, "Three or four thousand people are besieging that divine dragon's soul, and after fighting for most of the day, there's still no result. It seems neither side is easy to deal with."

Pan Chengfeng was about to back out, but then he thought of Xin'er's expectant eyes...

Pan Chengfeng is a doting husband; he will do everything in his power to get what his wife wants.

Gritting his teeth, Pan Chengfeng hardened his heart and said, "To hell with them! Do you think I'm afraid of them?! Let's do it!"

Immediately, Pan Chengfeng began to stealthily approach the battlefield.

The Dragon Soul Abyss, the so-called abyss, is actually a large, deep well created by Emperor Yan with great magical power.

The well opening is about three thousand meters in diameter, and its depth is estimated to be known only to Emperor Yan and the dragon soul. In any case, neither the naked eye nor divine sense can reach the bottom of the well.

At this moment, a pale blue dragon is fighting against the cultivators at the well mouth.

More than three thousand cultivators formed over a hundred attack formations, desperately casting spells around the dragon soul.

Powerful spells bombarded the dragon soul relentlessly.

Under the siege of numerous cultivators, the color of the dragon soul's body gradually faded, or rather, gradually disappeared.

Nangong Tian floated in mid-air, looking at the besieged dragon soul and said indifferently, "Evil dragon! Your soul power is less than a third of what it was at its peak. Retreat now, and I might spare your life!"

The dragon soul brandished its four claws and tail, tearing apart the flesh of a cultivator before roaring, "Despicable humans!! If my physical body were still intact, killing you would be a piece of cake!!"

Nangong Tian sneered, "Having half its soul power suppressed by the Soul-Chasing Chains, it still dares to spout such nonsense! Continue attacking until its soul is annihilated!!"

Nangong Tian was also determined. He had been delayed for most of the day by this dragon soul, and there might be changes on the side of the demon-accompanying grass.

More than three thousand cultivators from the Southern Continent began to increase their magical output, and the power of their spells increased by another ten percent, causing the dragon soul to writhe wildly like a fish that had been caught on land.

As the dragon soul twisted its massive body, it yanked on the chain in its left foreleg, roaring, "Damn it!! Damn it!! If it weren't for these damned chains suppressing you, you would all be dead! All of you would be dead!!"

The dragon's voice carried far. Pan Chengfeng, who was already a kilometer away, picked his ear and muttered, "That stupid dragon, all it does is yell and curse, it's so noisy."

Just as Pan Chengfeng finished muttering, Nangong Tian suddenly turned his head to look at Pan Chengfeng.

Although the scene was chaotic, how powerful was Nangong Tian's divine sense? Pan Chengfeng only muttered a few words, and he noticed the abnormality.

Pan Chengfeng shrank back and quickly concealed himself.

Nangong Tian scanned Pan Chengfeng's body several times with his divine sense but found nothing, so he withdrew it.

The follower behind him noticed Nangong Tian's actions and hurriedly asked, "Young Master, what's wrong?"

Nangong Tian hesitated for a moment and then said, "Take a few people and go check behind that rock."

The follower was confused, but he still led a few cultivators to the large rock that Nangong Tian had pointed out to investigate.

Several cultivators circled the large rock several times before finally returning to Nangong Tian to report, "Young Master, we've checked it several times, and there's nothing unusual about the rock."

Nangong Tian was silent for a while before saying, "Perhaps I'm being too sensitive."

"It's alright now. Keep urging them to finish off the Dragon Soul quickly. After getting the Dragon Soul Grass, we need to go and meet up with Miao Miao."

The follower nodded in agreement and began directing the thousands of cultivators in their attack.

A kilometer away, Pan Chengfeng wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and thought to himself, "Damn, that was dangerous. Luckily, my brother-in-law's spiritual sense couldn't penetrate my spiritual clothing, or I would have been finished."

After Pan Chengfeng realized that Nangong Tian had noticed him, he immediately moved away. By the time the cultivators arrived, he had already run behind another rock to hide.

Above the abyss, the dragon soul continued to suffer attacks from the cultivators. Just as it was about to collapse, the dragon soul suddenly opened its massive mouth and roared in fury, "Even if I die, I will drag you down with me! Dragon Breath Technique - Annihilation!"

The dragon took a breath, then roared and spat out a huge, thin wind blade, which flashed through the group of cultivators like a cutting machine.

In an instant, screams and wails filled the air around the abyss.

Countless cultivators were cut in half, and some even had their heads severed or half of their heads cut off.

Nangong Tian was startled by the dragon soul's sudden counterattack. This attack killed at least a thousand cultivators from the Southern Continent, and injured more than a thousand others.

With just one strike, eighty percent of the Southern Continent cultivators were killed or wounded.

As expected, a demon lord is a demon lord. Even if he is only a remnant soul, he is still far superior to those cultivators who have not yet merged with his true form.

Pan Chengfeng was also startled. The wind blade sliced ​​through the large rock, grazed his scalp, and even picked up a tuft of hair.

Pan Chengfeng touched the top of his head; it was bald and a little damp.

Upon closer inspection, I discovered it was blood!

"My beautiful hair!!" Pan Chengfeng almost cried out, quickly covering his mouth and thinking, "Damn it, this is collateral damage! I haven't even done anything, and my scalp has already been shaved off!"

After exhaling his dragon breath, the dragon soul's body became as thin and transparent as paper, and he swayed precariously as he said, "I have some matters to attend to at home, so that's all for today. I'll play with you all another day!"

After saying that, he flew rapidly into the depths of the abyss, where was the previous momentum of mutual destruction?

After surveying the large number of dead and wounded cultivators from the Southern Continent, Nangong Tian roared in fury, "Where do you think you're going, you wicked dragon?!"

It would have been better if he hadn't shouted. But the shout made the dragon soul run even faster, disappearing in a flash.

Nangong Tian didn't care about anything else at the moment. He rode his escape light and chased after them, and no one could stop him.

The Dragon Soul Abyss is bottomless and completely dark, without a single source of light. Even with his divine sense, Nangong Tian couldn't distinguish east from west.

Nangong Tian chased for half an hour but still couldn't find a trace of the Dragon Soul. However, the Dragon Soul's attack just now killed more than a thousand people, most of whom were elite cultivators from the Purple Gold Palace in the Southern Continent.

How could Nangong Tian, ​​who always held himself in high esteem, swallow this insult?

Moreover, that Dragon Breath Technique was clearly activated by the Dragon Soul's last bit of soul power. If we don't deal with it now, we'll miss our chance once it recovers.

If the dragon soul were sealed into a magic weapon, it could become a quasi-immortal artifact as the weapon's spirit!

So Nangong Tian ignored everything else and focused solely on the pursuit.

Outside the abyss.

The remaining cultivators were also busy, treating their fellow disciples who could still be saved, and collecting the bodies of the dead and taking them out.

Pan Chengfeng, hiding a thousand meters away, looked at the miserable state of the group of cultivators and muttered, "Nangong Tian actually chased after them. There hasn't been a sound for half an hour. It seems he won't be back anytime soon."

Just as he finished muttering to himself, three cultivators from the Purple Gold Palace flew out of the abyss. The three approached Nangong Tian's lackey with smiles on their faces, saying boastfully, "Senior Brother Qu, we succeeded!"

As they spoke, the three of them each handed over two jade boxes.

Senior Brother Qu excitedly took the boxes and carefully opened one of them.

A pale blue, six-leafed grass, only a dozen centimeters long, appeared before me.

Senior Brother Qu exclaimed excitedly, "That's right, it's Dragon Soul Grass! I'll report this to the young master later and ask for credit for you!"

Upon hearing Senior Brother Qu's words, the three of them blushed with excitement and hurriedly bowed, saying, "Thank you for your guidance, Senior Brother Qu!"

Senior Brother Qu, with a smile on his face, was about to put the six jade boxes into his storage ring when a dark figure suddenly appeared thirty meters away from him, grabbing him with one hand and saying, "Thanks!"

A tremendous suction force swept in, and all five boxes were instantly sucked away. Senior Brother Qu was shocked and hurriedly grabbed the last jade box in his hand, shouting, "Grab him!!"

Dressed in black night clothes, Pan Chengfeng frowned and said, "Damn, you reacted quickly. Fine, I'll leave the last one for my brother-in-law."

Pan Chengfeng put away the five jade boxes, landed, and ran away as fast as he could.

The more than a thousand uninjured cultivators were all dumbfounded. Someone actually dared to try and steal their things. It was like being stabbed in the backside with a knife. They were all shocked.

As spells rained down, Pan Chengfeng activated his full spiritual sense, dodging and weaving around the pursuing cultivators.

The spells followed Pan Chengfeng's heels, landing one after another, raising clouds of dust.

Pan Chengfeng had a spiritual sense of clothing; when the dust rose, the cultivators began to lose their target.

Senior Brother Qu couldn't detect anyone with his divine sense either. Suddenly, he realized something and shouted, "It's Pan Chengfeng!!! Don't let him get away! Surround him!!"

The cultivators quickly surrounded them.

Everyone had their hand seals ready, and they could attack as soon as Pan Chengfeng revealed himself.

After waiting for a while, the smoke and dust cleared, but there was no sign of Pan Chengfeng.

Senior Brother Qu had been observing the whole time and hadn't seen anyone run away. With so many people surrounding him in such a short time, it was impossible for him to escape.

Just as everyone was stunned, a disciple dressed in the robes of the Purple Gold Palace suddenly shouted, "Over there!! I see him!!"

As soon as he pointed, a group of cultivators hurriedly turned around to look, and regardless of whether there was any, they all unleashed the spells they had prepared long ago.

Then a group of cultivators hurriedly flew over and formed a circle around the smoke and dust, fearing that someone would escape again.

Senior Brother Qu stared at the smoke and dust, then suddenly remembered something, turned around and saw the disciple from the Purple Gold Mansion who had pointed in the direction earlier running in another direction.

Senior Brother Qu roared, "Idiot!! He's right here!!"

Pan Chengfeng laughed heartily, shouting as he ran, "You big idiots!! I'm off!"