manynovel Chapter 3266 Lesser Fullness (9 Bell Hairpins)
Chapter 3266 Lesser Fullness (9 Bell Hairpins)
An aura, even more terrifying and chilling than the self-destruction of the Ghost Ancestor, began to spread uncontrollably from Hu Xiaoman's body.
That was neither spiritual power nor the power of the soul.
Rather, it is a power originating from the very essence of her soul, connected to the entire universe, belonging to the "Lord of the World"!
"Since there's no way to avoid it..."
Hu Xiaoman's voice was cold and resolute, as if it came from the depths of hell.
"Then...stop it, all of you!"
She wanted to use the power of Man Zhou Shikong to forcibly imprison this space and freeze this time!
Even if the price is further damage to Man Zhou Shikong, or the complete collapse of her own divine soul essence, she is willing to pay it!
"Junior Sister, no!"
Yang Rui seemed to realize her intention and roared.
He knew that his junior sister's full-scale world-shaking power had not yet fully recovered, and if he forcibly activated the world-shaking power, she would die!
Just as Hu Xiaoman was about to unleash the power of Man Zhou Shi Kong, a sudden change occurred!
"jingle--!"
A clear, yet resounding bell-like sound, seemingly capable of echoing throughout the heavens and the myriad realms, suddenly rang out from Hu Xiaoman's hair bun.
At this moment, the Nine Spirit Hairpin on her head suddenly burst forth with an unprecedented and dazzling nine-colored light!
Red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, purple, black, white!
The nine colors of light were no longer a soft glow, but transformed into nine divine rainbows that pierced through the heavens and earth, soaring into the sky with Hu Xiaoman at the center!
The nine small silver bells at the end of the hairpin were now vibrating wildly, no longer producing melodious sounds, but rather clanging sounds that could pierce the soul and shatter the laws of nature!
"Zheng! Zheng! Zheng!"
A supreme divine might, not belonging to this world, descended with the nine-colored divine light!
This divine power seems to be the source of the universe and the end of all paths.
The moment it appeared, the entire ancient temple, which was trembling violently and on the verge of collapse, instantly froze.
The torrent of energy, formed by the self-destruction of the Ghost Ancestor and capable of destroying everything, was frozen in mid-air the moment it came into contact with the Nine-Colored Divine Light, as if it had been frozen in place.
Every detail of the storm, every wisp of violent energy particle, is clearly visible, yet remains motionless.
Time seemed to have been paused at this moment.
Space itself was completely frozen at that moment.
Everything was forcibly frozen in time by this descending divine power!
Hu Xiaoman was shocked!
She could feel the world power within her about to erupt being gently soothed by a gentler yet more domineering force.
She looked up in shock at the nine-colored divine light emanating from her body.
It's that hairpin again!
What exactly is the origin of this hairpin that Hu Qingye gave her?
Yang Rui and Hua Nian were also stunned.
They embraced, staring at the unbelievable scene before them, their minds completely blank.
One second it was a scene of apocalyptic destruction, the next second everything froze.
The still storm space was less than three feet away from Yang Rui's back.
He could even clearly see the grotesque, agonizing faces formed by the distortion of energy within the storm.
In this absolute silence, the dazzling nine-colored divine light began to slowly gather and intertwine behind Hu Xiaoman.
The light and shadow shifted and eventually coalesced into a blurry yet exquisitely elegant and beautiful female silhouette.
The phantom figure was dressed in an elegant white dress, with a graceful figure and unparalleled beauty.
Although her face was not clearly visible, even just her silhouette was enough to make the sun and moon lose their light and the world lose its color.
She hovered quietly behind Hu Xiaoman, exuding an indifferent and majestic aura that seemed to look down upon all living beings and hold sway over everything.
The wisp of Yang Susu's divine sense, which had been sealed within the Nine Spirit Hairpin, was finally fully activated when it sensed that Hu Xiaoman was about to burn her divine soul!
The exquisitely beautiful phantom slowly raised its hand.
It was a delicate, flawless hand, as clear and lustrous as jade, like the most perfect work of art in the world.
Her movements were slow and gentle.
She stretched out her jade finger and, across the void, gently touched the ghostly ancestor whose body had expanded to its limit and was frozen in the center of the energy storm.
There was no earth-shattering momentum, no world-destroying power.
Just a light touch.
The entire still world seemed to tremble because of this one finger.
The ghostly ancestor, frozen in mid-air, had his eyes, which had turned crimson with madness, instantly filled with endless fear.
He couldn't understand what was happening.
He only felt that an indescribable, irresistible, and unimaginable supreme power had locked onto his soul and everything about him.
Faced with that power, his peak Nascent Soul cultivation and the destructive power he gained by burning everything were as insignificant as dust.
No, it's not even as good as dust.
He was like an ant being targeted by a dragon, not even entitled to tremble.
The next moment, that power descended.
The Ghost Ancestor's body, which had expanded to its limit and was about to burst, deflated rapidly like a balloon that had been punctured in an instant, defying all laws and common sense.
All the frantically reversing spiritual power, all the burning divine soul, and all the destructive energy about to erupt were forcefully and brutally forced back into his body by that irresistible force.
"puff--!"
The Ghost Ancestor's body returned to normal, but black blood mist spewed from his seven orifices at the same time.
That was the result of the energy that had been forcibly suppressed surging and raging wildly within his body.
His meridians were severed, his dantian was shattered, and his soul was covered with spiderweb-like cracks.
He's not dead.
But this state is a thousand times more painful than death.
He became a complete and utter failure.
The madness and resentment in his eyes faded away, leaving only endless confusion and a deep-seated fear.
He wanted to die.
He burned everything in order to drag everyone down with him.
But now, even the right to die has been taken away from him.
"Let...let me go..."
He made a strange, hoarse sound coming from his throat, his voice filled with pleading.
"I...I want to die..."
He wanted to self-destruct; he wanted to be free.
However, no one paid him any attention.
That divine power still enveloped the entire area; he was frozen in place by an invisible force, unable to even move a finger.
Yang Rui and Hua Nian's gazes had long since shifted from him, landing in awe and reverence on the exquisitely beautiful phantom behind Hu Xiaoman.
What kind of existence is that?
With just a phantom image and a casual flick of the finger, the self-destruction of a peak Nascent Soul expert was manipulated at will.