197: And you still say you don't know the Nine Netherworld Technique!

"Hmph, once I take you down, everything will naturally become clear."

The Black-Robed Cultivator spoke with sarcasm. With a sweep of his sleeve, a giant black hand wreathed in eerie ghostly Qi condensed out of thin air. Its five fingers were like hooks as it clawed down toward Su Ling's head!

As for the thunder shadow sword's offensive, he didn't care at all; the silent human puppet beside him would naturally block it for him.

Su Ling's eyes sharpened, and his thoughts raced.

In an instant, a cold wind howled, and the ten thousand souls banner unfurled with a snap. Countless remnant souls shrieked as they converged and fused, instantly transforming into over a hundred Peak Core Formation Stage soul shadows with ferocious Auras!

The Soul-Devouring Spider Mother and over ten Ice Ghosts appeared simultaneously, their chilling cold air intertwining with soul balefire.

"Hiss!"

The Soul-Devouring Spider Mother was the first to attack. A sharp screech that could almost tear a Divine Soul apart turned into an invisible sonic wave, surging straight toward the Black-Robed Cultivator's Divine Soul Sea of Consciousness!

"The ten thousand souls banner!? You are Su Ling!?"

The Black-Robed Cultivator's face suddenly turned pale. Although he relied on his powerful Divine Soul to endure the Soul-Shaking Shriek, that iconic soul banner had completely exposed the newcomer's identity.

In this Canglang Plane, only that person possessed such a Soul-Path Magic Treasure!

"Oh? You recognize me? It seems your background isn't simple either."

Su Ling laughed loudly, but his hands didn't slow down at all.

The thunder shadow sword let out a clear chime and instantly split into thirty-six brilliant sword shadows, weaving into a Lightning Cage that firmly trapped the human puppet within.

The sword light poured down like rain, striking the pitch-black armor, but it only erupted in a continuous stream of sparks, unable to advance an inch!

"Hmph! So what if you are a Direct Disciple of a Golden Immortal? This place will be your burial ground today!"

The Black-Robed Cultivator suppressed the shock in his heart and let out a cold snort.

His hands rapidly changed hand Seals, and the majestic mana of a Peak Nascent Soul erupted from his body, enveloping the surrounding miles.

One after another, more solid and eerie ghost claws wreathed in black mist reached out from the Void Realm. Not only did they claw at Su Ling, but wherever they passed, the remnant souls summoned by the ten thousand souls banner let out wails, their soul bodies becoming unstable and showing signs of dissipating!

Soul-Absorbing Power?

Su Ling's pupils constricted slightly. He immediately sensed a familiar power within those ghost claws, which seemed to share the same source as his Nether Soul Arrow Secret Art!

However, this person didn't seem to have Cultivated true Nine Nether Mana.

This Soul-Absorbing Power only had the form but lacked the essence.

Seeing the sky full of ghost claws sealing off all paths of retreat, leaving no way to dodge, a fierce light flashed in Su Ling's eyes, and he suddenly sacrificed the phoenix dance nine-fierce ruler from his sleeve!

"Li!"

A clear phoenix cry tore through the sky. The ruler's body glowed with brilliant vermillion light as Southern Bright Departing Fire soared into the air, transforming into an extraordinary vermillion fire Phoenix!

The fire Phoenix spread its wings, and a scorching storm swept out. The black mist ghost claws that were reaching out were instantly incinerated like snow meeting the sun, turning into wisps of blue smoke.

After defeating the ghost claws in one move, the fire Phoenix didn't stop. It raised its proud head, opened its sharp beak, and spat a stream of vermillion flames that could incinerate all things at the distant Black-Robed Cultivator!

"A Spirit Treasure!? You can actually use such a thing!"

The Black-Robed Cultivator was horrified. His body turned into a black light as he retreated frantically, attempting to escape the lock-on of the Southern Bright Departing Fire.

However, the flames were like a maggot on a bone, chasing him relentlessly. The scorching heat almost ignited his protective mana.

He naturally knew that Clear Ripple Immortal Venerable had given the phoenix dance nine-fierce ruler as a gift when taking Su Ling as a disciple.

But he never expected that Su Ling could actually activate the power of this Spirit Treasure!

A Core Formation Cultivator could not possibly gain the recognition of an artifact spirit, so how could they wield a sentient treasure?

How could he know that Clear Ripple Immortal Venerable had used great mana to temporarily Seal the artifact spirit, allowing Su Ling to barely drive it!

In a flash, he painfully threw out two of his treasured defensive Magic Treasures to meet the life-taking flames.

"Sizzle!"

Before the Southern Bright Departing Fire, those two Magic Treasures couldn't even last for a second and were directly vaporized!

Fortunately, with this insignificant obstruction, the Black-Robed Cultivator finally managed to narrowly escape the range of the sea of fire, rising to a higher altitude in a somewhat disheveled state.

Filled with shock and anger, he roared, "So what if it's a Spirit Treasure! Let's see how long your Core Formation mana can sustain it!"

Before his voice had even faded, he waved his hand and threw out a supreme grade Flying Sword, drawing upon the water elements in the sky to manifest waves out of thin air.

One after another, they lunged at the vermillion fire Phoenix, attempting to use water to overcome fire and wear down its power.

At the same time, he mentally drove the human puppet below, ordering it to forcibly strike the Tiangang Evil Slaying Sword Formation!

"Boom!"

The black armor around the human puppet's body flashed with dark light. It actually used an incredibly arrogant posture to forcibly break through the blockade of the lightning sword net, charging straight at Su Ling's main body with an indomitable Aura!

The Soul-Devouring Spider Mother screeched, and countless Soul-Binding Silks shimmering with dark light shot out, attempting to entwine and bind it.

The Ice Ghosts simultaneously spat out extremely cold breath, and frost magic instantly froze a large area of space.

But they still couldn't withstand the arrogant power of that Body Refining human puppet.

Furthermore, a human puppet was merely a shell; where would it get a Divine Soul for the Soul-Binding Silk to bind?

Almost at the instant it broke through the sword formation, the human puppet arrived beside Su Ling and fiercely threw a punch.

"Clang!"

A deep bell chime resounded in all directions.

Before the human puppet's punch could land, the golden steel demon-clearing bell had already let out a chime.

A magnificent golden bell shadow appeared, firmly protecting Su Ling within.

The demon-clearing sonic wave swept across the human puppet's mind, actually causing its movements to pause.

Even the Black-Robed Cultivator high in the sky couldn't help but let out a muffled groan.

Clearly, the Demon-Clearing Divine Sound had produced a certain jarring effect on the strand of Divine Sense he used to control the human puppet.

Ghost Soul Arrow!

Taking this opportunity, Su Ling unhesitatingly performed this secret art.

The domineering Soul-Absorbing Power directly absorbed one-third of those hundred fused remnant souls.

"Nine Nether Secret Arts!?"

Seeing this, the Black-Robed Cultivator's pupils shrank suddenly.

Then, he laughed excitedly, "And you still say you don't know the Nine Nether Cultivation Technique!"

"Try it then!"

Su Ling snorted coldly, completely ignoring the human puppet punching down again.

He fully operated the ghost soul arrow secret art.

"Clang!"

The demon-clearing bell rang again, having been struck by the human puppet's punch.

The massive force directly sent ripples through the golden steel shield, causing Su Ling to fly backward along with it.

But in the end, it failed to harm Su Ling, who was protected by this low-grade spirit tool.

Three breaths later, the ghost soul arrow, condensed by consuming more than half of Su Ling's Divine Soul power, flashed and vanished.

It instantly appeared in front of the Black-Robed Cultivator.

A jade tablet as black as ink suddenly emerged from between his eyebrows.

It firmly blocked that ghost soul arrow.

The Black-Robed Cultivator's expression was grave. In the distance, the Southern Bright Fire Phoenix was chasing him, and close by, the ghost soul arrow threatened his Divine Soul.

Even though he didn't believe Su Ling's attack could harm him, he didn't dare to be careless.

After all, this kid before him was a Direct Disciple of a Golden Immortal and had killed several Nascent Soul Early Stage cultivators in the National War.

God knows if he had other means up his sleeve.

As his figure shifted and moved, the Ghost Soul Arrow remained pinned to the jade tablet, impossible to shake off like a maggot on a bone.

But seeing his Soul-Suppressing Magic Treasure and the Ghost Soul Arrow in a stalemate, the Black-Robed Cultivator didn't pay it any mind.

His palm moved slightly, pinching a strange hand Seal.

A Strange Rune emitting black Qi immediately appeared in his palm.

"Su Ling!"

The Black-Robed Cultivator's eyes gleamed as he shouted at Su Ling.

"Hmm?"

This shout made Su Ling involuntarily look up.

In the next moment, that Strange Rune actually vanished into his glabella.