rs, vying for every opportunity to increase their chances of successfully forming a Golden CoreCould it be that in the future, I'll only be able to shrink into my shell and let opportunities slip away...As a general rule, cultivators at the early stage of Nascent Soul are no longer much of a threat to him.

But Qin Sang would not underestimate any opponent, especially those from renowned and powerful families.

They may lack some experience and hardships, and their actions are not as ruthless and decisive as those of wandering cultivators. However, they have a greater chance of inheriting powerful treasures from their masters.

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His spiritual sense detected a trace of strangeness, but there was nothing unusual around him.

Just then, the Butterfly of Heavenly Eyes also sent a warning, but her thoughts were somewhat humanized with hesitation, as if unsure if what she saw was real.

The feeling I get from He and Qin Sang is very similar.

When Qin Sang first encountered this situation, he chose to trust his spiritual intuition and the Heavenly Eye Butterfly. Without any hesitation, he adjusted his escape light and suddenly shifted several feet away.

In a mere blink of an eye, Qin Sang saw one side of the pale golden barrier begin to shroud itself in a layer of cold mist at an alarming speed. Right before his very eyes, the mist solidified into thin ice.

...Unlike the Frost Rune of Shi Xue before, and the ice shield condensed by Elder Mei.

This layer of ice was pure and flawless, completely transparent. If you didn't look closely, you might even think it wasn't there. Even through the barrier, Qin Sang could feel the bone-chilling coldness that could freeze a primordial spirit.

Where he originally was.

A sheet of white mist rose silently.

Inside the white mist were tiny ice crystals, which then formed delicate, hair-like ice threads, transforming into mysterious runes that flashed and disappeared.

At this moment, an extreme cold erupted, as if the void itself was frozen, giving a sense that everything had lost its fluidity.

Only a faint line of white vapor could be seen until now, emanating from the pure white figure that was rushing towards them at an incredible speed.

'Hissss...'

Qin Sang gasped, thankful that he had been cautious enough to never underestimate any opponent.

The visitor's cultivation level was similar to that of the woman in green, but it almost put Qin Sang in crisis. This was something neither Elder Mei nor Elder Lan had managed to do.

Had he not left that void in time, he would have been frozen there on the spot.

Even if Qin Sang could withstand the chill's erosion and break free from the constraints, the two people in the sword formation could take the opportunity to escape, surrounding him.

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By then, the situation will reverse, and Qin Sang's plan will come to nothing!

The person who came was Liuli. Seeing her senior sister in a dangerous situation, she immediately rushed to help.

As the incantation took effect, Liuli's eyes turned a deep sapphire blue, like the ocean itself. Her entire aura shifted, becoming cold and lonely.

Ice God's Light!

Formless, shapeless, and without substance, the ultimate divine ability of the Ice-Cold Great Dao!

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The so-called frost, icicles, and white mist are actually the phantoms created when the power of Bingpo Divine Light erupts. They are caused by the external world being affected.

When the enemy discovers the anomaly, they are already under attack!

If the Glacial Spirit Light of Liuli is cultivated to perfection, it becomes even more difficult to detect before its eruption.

Seeing that the Ice Spirit Light had actually failed, Liuli was momentarily stunned. However, her movements didn't falter at all. A phoenix-shaped sword appeared in her palm, and she thrust it out with a swift motion while her figure rapidly flickered along the trail of white vapor.

Qin Sang glanced at the mist in the distance, suppressing his curiosity about this divine ability.

During this brief delay, the Qisha Killing Formation had fully erupted. Despite being in a precarious situation, Mei and Lan within the sword formation miraculously survived.

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Qin Sang's mind raced. Taking advantage of their entanglement with the residual sword energy, he recalled the Jinshen Sword, facing it head-on and slashing at the incoming sword light. At the same time, he reached for the Corpse Puppet Bag at his waist, ready to intercept the others himself and let the Yuying Talisman Puppet capture the woman in green.

At that moment, he caught a glimpse of the phoenix-shaped sword in the sword light.

At that glance, his expression stiffened abruptly.

Qin Sang's mind involuntarily sketched a figure, and memories from long ago were awakened.

That figure was both strange and familiar. Although there were only a few fragments, every event that happened was enough to make people unforgettable.

At first, when entering the Ziwu Palace for the first time, Chen Yan was holding this sword to block Dong Yangbo, allowing Qin Sang to escape from his control and flee to Canglang Sea.

Qin Sang suddenly turned his head to look at the white figure.

That veil couldn't obstruct the heavenly eye butterfly's vision, that perfect face and memory matched perfectly with the person from before.

“It was her!”

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Qin Sang's heart skipped a beat. The visitor was Chen Yan, who turned out to be from Xuan Tian Palace!

This wasn't what Qin Sang had expected.

Master Chenyan of the Morning Smoke sect had been trapped in the Ziwei Palace for so long, but his disciples hadn't sent anyone to rescue him. At that time, only Chenyan, who was at the Qi Refining stage, remained alone, stranded in a foreign land, relying on others for shelter, and struggling to find a way to save himself.

To save her master, she disregarded her reputation and cultivated the demonic art of replenishing essence, only to fall prey to the scheme of Dongyang Marquis.

Qin Sang had originally thought that Chen Yan's master was a wandering cultivator with no family or friends, but he never expected him to have such a prominent background.

The master of Xuan Tian Palace was a great cultivator, definitely able to pass through the storm belt. Facing the master of Xuan Tian Palace, Dong Yang Bo absolutely dared not have any ulterior motives.

Ke Chenyan's master has been missing for so long, and no one has gone to look for him.

When Qin Sang decided to come to Beihai, he had anticipated encountering morning incense. After all, there weren't many but not few Yuan Ying cultivators in Beihai.

He was worried that Chen Yan might be misled by Dongyang Bo and practice the so-called Stone Bridge Zen.

It was the morning smoke that brought him the opportunity to lay a foundation, and also the morning smoke that cooperated to obstruct, allowing him to escape from Dongyang Bo's grasp and have the possibility of continuing to pursue the immortal way. Qin Sang had no ill will towards Chen Yan and believed that the best outcome was to forget each other in the rivers and lakes.

Never would I have expected to meet you again under such circumstances.

“She was a Heavenly Spirit Root, having been in the Nascent Soul stage for nearly three hundred years, yet she was still only at the early Nascent Soul stage. She was even surpassed by me later on. Could it be that as Dongyang Bo said, she was affected by the hidden dangers of the demonic cultivation technique”

Qin Sang's mind flashed with this thought, her mood somewhat complex.

In a flash, his mind raced, but his movements remained swift and unfaltering.

He and Chenyan had a tangled relationship, in fact, they hardly communicated and were very unfamiliar with each other. They wouldn't change their plans because of Chenyan.

"Bang!"

The Jinchen sword remained unwavering, blocking the Phoenix-shaped treasure sword.

Two sword energies collided like two storms, and the Phoenix Sword was no match. It flew back in defeat.

Following closely, the glazed eyes shone with a deep azure once more, as she had once again activated the Ice Soul Divine Light. Her expression was laced with pain, and she bore the burden of continuously channeling this divine ability.

"Junior sister, be careful!"

Seeing her junior sister arrive, Shi Xue felt a mixture of joy and anxiety. She urgently reminded her.

This fiend is too terrifying, my junior sister isn't a match for him!

Just then.

The sapphire in her glazed eyes suddenly rippled violently, she abruptly lifted her head and stared directly at the figure shrouded in a mask.

For a moment, his eyes seemed a little lost.

They looked into each other's eyes.

Two hundred years apart, our eyes meet once more, but this time on a battlefield.

"Huh Does she seem to have figured it out"

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Qin Sang noticed Chen Yan's reaction and muttered silently.

That sense of danger returned, and he unsheathed his sword without hesitation.

Thousands of swords transformed, severing the extreme cold!

Just then, the two elders were about to regroup when their magic treasures were aimed at Qin Sang.

But just at that moment, the hand about to open the Corpse Puppet Bag suddenly froze.

Qin Sang's eyes flashed with intense vigilance, as if facing a formidable enemy!

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