Using entries to cultivate immortality in chaotic times-Chapter 432 - 176: "Who Dares to Insult Emperor Black Dragon?!"_2

Chapter 432: Chapter 176: “Who Dares to Insult Emperor Black Dragon?!”_2

“The greater the merit value of the spellcaster, the better the conversion effect.”

“And the higher the enemy’s sin value, the better the conversion effect.”

“The Nascent Soul pinnacle Evil Cultivator glanced at the sin and merit value leaderboards, and the corner of his mouth twitched. Chen Qiu might be in trouble this time.”

“That baldy has a whopping 3.4 billion merit value.”

“While Chen Qiu has 2.9 billion sin value.”

“It can be said to be the extreme of one growing as the other diminishes.”

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“At this moment, the audience below, upon hearing the explanation of the Evil Cultivator, also roughly understood the terror of this secret technique and looked at the platform with complicated expressions. Sometimes, facing these unparalleled Heavenly Prides really makes them feel inferior.”

“They considered their Cultivation to be high enough; who wasn’t a Heavenly Pride when young?”

“Without being Heavenly Prides, could they have reached the Nascent Soul pinnacle?”

“But the thing about Heavenly Prides is, not afraid of anything else, they just fear comparison. Once compared, there’s no way out.”

“As expected—”

“When those ten characters of Golden Light Buddha Sect floated in the sky above Kong Ming, Chen Qiu, who had been standing still, slowly walked toward Kong Ming, his pace considerably slow, clearly having lost his rationality. If he was still rational, he should be fully engaging his movement technique to interrupt Kong Ming’s spellcasting at this moment!”

“Alas…”

“In a moment.”

“A trace of pity flashed in the eyes of many; although Chen Qiu’s rise had nothing to do with their direct interests, his fall had nothing to do with them either. But after all, Chen Qiu’s reputation had been very prominent recently, and they also wanted to see how far Chen Qiu could ultimately go.”

“Now it seems, this is as far as it goes.”

“Kong Ming is only a first-layer Nascent Soul in Cultivation, not very strong in that regard, but one can’t ignore that he carries the thousand-year heritage of the Buddhist Sect. The Buddhist Sect is a top-tier force in Central State; it seems like two people are fighting on the stage.”

“But in reality, standing behind Kong Ming is the whole Buddhist Sect, the years of heritage the Buddhist Sect has accumulated.”

“Chen Qiu, on the other hand, has no one behind him.”

“There is the Chao Tian Sect.”

“But what heritage can a sect that doesn’t have its own territory, just recently risen, speak of?”

“But just then—”

“On the stage, Chen Qiu, already slowly walking to Kong Ming’s front with the Heavenly Mechanism Umbrella in hand, withdrew the umbrella and indifferently pulled out a small stool to sit in front of Kong Ming. Unbeknownst to them, he had also taken out his twelve-grade Nascent Soul.”

“Wait!”

“This scene, why the hell does it look so familiar?”

“Hadn’t they seen it somewhere before?!”

“For a moment, the Nascent Soul Cultivators below the stage and on the other platforms were somewhat incredulously stunned in place. No… It couldn’t be?”

“…”

“On the stage.”

“Chanting sutras?”

“Chen Qiu sat in front of Kong Ming, his left hand caressing Kong Ming’s bald head, his right hand raising his twelve-grade Nascent Soul high, revealing a gentle and amiable smile.”

“The tone was as if asking whether you had eaten today.”

“Just a normal greeting.”

“And then!”

“Kong Ming’s eyes suddenly opened wide, staring directly at Chen Qiu, a shock flashing in the depths of his gaze, yet he still sat cross-legged in place with his palms together, unmovable, but his lips moved faster and faster, chanting sutras at greater speed.”

“The ten Buddha characters in the sky emitted increasingly strong Golden Light.”

“In his view, he, with 3.4 billion merit value, propelled this Buddhist Secret Skill, while Chen Qiu had 2.9 billion sin value—it was impossible to have no effect at all. Chen Qiu must be desperately resisting, and all he needed to do was exert more effort.”

“Otherwise, why would Chen Qiu have to come in front of him with Nascent Soul in hand ready to smash him?”

“If truly unaffected, why not just stand still and bombard him with spells?”

“Surely, Chen Qiu’s Spiritual Energy had been restricted by his Golden Light Buddha Sect, a sign that the Demon Driving Spell had already begun to have a conversion success. As long as he continued to drive the Demon Driving Spell, he could gradually restrain Chen Qiu’s body and Divine Sense, eventually fully converting Chen Qiu.”

“Very good.”

“Chen Qiu looked satisfied sitting in front of Kong Ming, reluctantly caressing the bald head and lightly tapping it with his knuckles, ‘It’s a good head, brittle.’ ”

“Then he stood up with Nascent Soul in hand.”

“Holding his twelve-grade Nascent Soul aloft, he aimed at Kong Ming’s head and smashed down hard!”

“Bang!!!”

“Just with that one hit.”

“Kong Ming was knocked to the ground, his head starting to bleed profusely, clearly seriously injured. Yet Kong Ming’s body didn’t shake at all; he maintained the cross-legged sitting posture, palms together and rapidly chanting the Demon Driving Spell.”

“The ten glowing characters above continued to emit Golden Light.”

“Chen Qiu, holding the twelve-grade Nascent Soul, looked up at the ten large characters above, then looked down at the four large characters ‘Heavenly Dao Evil Man’ carved on his own Nascent Soul, shaking his head and chuckling lightly.”

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“‘Heavenly Gifted Name’: Heavenly Dao Evil Man.”

“‘Effect of the Name’: Immune to all forms of conversion by the Buddhist Sect, Daoist Sects, and the like.”

“-”

“Is this the Buddhist Secret Skill?”

“Very strong!”

“Just seems to be of not much use to him!”

“Sigh…”

“Chen Qiu took a deep breath, looked at Kong Ming lying on the ground, and furiously smashed his head again!”

“Once, twice!”

“Four times, five times!”

“By the fifth smash, Kong Ming’s head was already a bloody mush, seemingly losing consciousness. Just as Chen Qiu prepared to deliver the final blow, suddenly he saw Kong Ming shakily take out a token from the Storage Ring, holding it in his hand, his eyes filled with fierceness looking at him.”

“Chen Qiu, holding the Nascent Soul overhead, suddenly paused.”

“This token…”

“Why the hell does it look so familiar?”

“Then, almost instantly, Chen Qiu maximized his speed, with a Storm howling into existence, a Small Thunderball emerging in his palm, furiously slamming into Kong Ming’s abdomen!”