Ming Xiao Sect is a sword-repairing sect, but there are also other branches. Liu Donghua belongs to another inheritance, and this vein mainly cultivates the earth-conducting method, which is relatively declining in the Ming Xiao Sect. However, Liu Donghua can still stand firm, relying on a treasure, the Nine-Turned Xiao Tu Pan.

  The Jiuzhuan Xiāo Tǔ Disk is a treasure passed down by a Golden Elixir cultivator of this lineage. The Mingxiāo Sect is rich in Xiāo Tǔ, which, although slightly inferior to Xiāo Chén Shā, is still a rare and precious earth-element material. Among the many earth-element materials, it belongs to the top rank of third-grade.

  This senior used nine thousand catties of Xuan Tu, closed the door for ten years, and finally refined the Nine Turns Xuan Tu Plate. On the day this treasure took shape, the entire Ming Xuan Sect was filled with earthy aura, and the whole sect was shaken. This vein became famous because of this. At that time, they were not like today, and that senior was indeed the second highest in the door. However, due to the lack of profound techniques, after that senior, this vein gradually declined and became more difficult.

  Only four people were left in Liu Donghua's generation.

  This nine-turn Xuan Tu disc was also passed into the hands of Liu Donghua, and after generations of predecessors persisted in refining it, for four hundred years, the nine-turn Xuan Tu disc actually gave birth to a thread of spirituality, and suddenly rose to become a sixth-grade treasure.

  This is one of the reasons why those ancient and prestigious sects are so powerful. Even a sect like the Ming Xiao Sect, which is not considered ancient, has a deep foundation and is far from being comparable to ordinary sects.

  At this time, Liu Donghua was holding the Jiuzhuan Lingtu Pan in his hand. His expression was solemn and his spiritual power surged into the pan like a tidal wave.

  The Jiuzhuan Xiutu disk is a dull brownish-yellow color and doesn't look impressive at first glance. The surface is covered with extremely fine golden patterns, and there are also concentric circles of golden patterns that divide the Jiuzhuan Xiutu disk into nine sections. In the very center is painted an open golden palm print.

  A faint brown glow emanated from the Jiuzhuan Xu Tu Pan in Liu Donghua's hand, and he held it like a ball of light. Suddenly, the glow burst open with a loud crash.

  Zuo Mo only felt a blackness on top of his head, the starlight that filled the sky was completely obscured, and the surrounding air was filled with a yellowish-brown earthy smell, like fog, enveloping him.

  He immediately felt an invisible pressure squeezing towards him, his face changed slightly, and the surrounding brown dust that seemed to be as fine as dust was actually extremely heavy. Luo Mo only felt as if he was at the bottom of the deep sea, with a heavy pressure that penetrated every pore, making it hard for him to breathe.

  "What kind of treasure is this?" Zuo Mo was secretly shocked in his heart.

  He strained his neck to turn around, just in time to see the female cultivator. The female cultivator stood quietly amidst the yellow mist, her eyes flashing with a purple light that sent shivers down Zuo Mo's spine.

  In the midst of the dusty fog, the rope for capturing immortals seemed to be suspended in mid-air, motionless.

  Suddenly, the dust began to move slowly, and Left Morton felt a surge in pressure.

  Hehehe!

  His bones transmitted a faint sound, and Luo Mo's body trembled involuntarily. An astonishing invisible pressure squeezed in from all sides, making Luo Mo feel as if he had fallen into a meat grinder.

  "What's this thing?" Zuo Mo shouted wildly.

  "It's a terrestrial treasure, you must be careful." The voice of the Pú Yāo echoed in his mind, rarely revealing a hint of solemnity: "This treasure is at least fifth-grade or higher, possibly sixth-grade!"

  Six grades!

  Zuo Mo almost vomited blood. When did even a Qi Condensation stage cultivator come out with a sixth-grade treasure? And to think he was the one who encountered it?

  Caw! Caw! Caw!

  The slowly flowing earth fog carried an unstoppable force, squeezing Zuo Mo's five organs and six viscera to the point of becoming a ball. Zuo Mo's eyes were wide open as he stared at his own body, which was slowly flipping over with the earth fog.

  He was completely paralyzed, his face distorted, as if he might explode at any moment.

  The three people of the Ming Xiao Sect were unaffected by the dust and fog, and as soon as they approached them, it was like encountering an invisible wall that could not advance.

  "Senior brother's Nine Turns Xuan Tu Pan is really formidable! If I had to say, apart from our sect's founder's Bright Xuan Sword, it would have to be senior brother's Nine Turns Xuan Tu Pan!"

  "That's it! Even if Huang Zhiguang cultivates the 'Tuming Jue' to the fifth level, he may not be a match for Shifu."

  The two of them saw Lemo's disheveled appearance and burst out laughing.

  "This guy is doomed. The master's brother originally liked the master's sister, and he will definitely not let this guy off, he won't stop until he grinds him into pulp!"

  "Junior sister is also dead, alas." Another person couldn't help but feel a bit down: "After this matter is over, I plan to go to the Tian Shui realm."

  "Ah! How did you think of going to the Heavenly Water Realm?"

  "It's all gloomy and depressing inside the sect now. I'm not a core disciple anyway, so it doesn't matter if I leave or not."

  Another person was also silent, he suddenly noticed the nun and was shocked: "That woman is strange!"

  "Huh?"

  The nun's entire body was shrouded in a faint purple mist, and she seemed to be nailed in mid-air, motionless no matter how the dust around her swirled.

  Both of them were shocked and speechless on the spot, staring blankly. Don't look at this fine soil mist, it was refined from 9,000 kilograms of Xuan Tu, and no living thing could resist in this soil mist. The Nine Turns Xuan Tu Pan is a sixth-grade treasure, which should be used by Jindan cultivators, but it shouldn't appear in the hands of a Condensed Pulse cultivator.

  This woman can actually resist the Nine Revolutions of the Xuantu Plate!

  Liu Donghua also noticed the female cultivator, and a hint of surprise flashed across his mind. He rarely used the Jiuzhuan Xuantu disk, for two reasons: one was that he was worried about being seen by others and giving rise to greedy thoughts; on the other hand, this treasure's power was naturally extremely great, but it exceeded his cultivation level by too much, making it too difficult to activate. However, even in these few instances, there wasn't a single time when he didn't succeed with ease, and he had never encountered anyone who could withstand it head-on.

  The outermost circle of patterns on the Jiuzhuan Xu Tu Pan in his hand was flowing with light, this is the first turn of the Jiuzhuan Xu Tu Pan.

  After waiting for a while, the female cultivator still didn't move, and that dark-skinned man, although looking exhausted, also persisted with difficulty.

  Liu Donghua had a bad premonition in his heart, but he didn't believe that the two of them could withstand the power of the second turn. In just a short while, one-third of the spiritual energy in his body was consumed. He knew that he must immediately launch the second turn, otherwise, even if he wanted to, he wouldn't have enough spiritual energy!

  He closed his eyes and the second circle of golden patterns on the Jiu Zhuan Xiao Tu Pan in his hand suddenly lit up.

  The dust mist suddenly became dense and thick, earlier it was just a faint mist, now it immediately became several times thicker, the color also instantly turned darker.

  The two disciples were shocked, their faces turned solemn, and they knew that their senior brother had activated the second turn of the Nine Revolutions Xuan Tu Pan!

  The fog was so thick that I couldn't see my fingers when I stretched out my hand, the dusty air around me was chokingly pungent, and the earthy smell was as strong as it could be. Suddenly, I felt an overwhelming pressure bearing down on me once again.

  "Ah!"

  He couldn't help but let out a miserable cry, and with his mouth open, he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood. The moment the blood fell into the dust, it was crushed into a fine mist of tiny blood droplets, mixed in with the dust.

  In the vast brown earthy mist, there was an added streak of blood-curdling red.

  The terrifying power flowed slowly, his body was instantly crushed between two mountains, the terrible pressure made people unable to escape, making them desperate.

  Under the tremendous load, every blood vessel, every muscle and every bone in the body is on the verge of collapse!

  Death was so close to him, as if it were stuck to his face, staring at him coldly!

  Xiao Mo's mind was a complete blank, his body filled with excruciating pain and despair, all calmness and thoughts vanished, leaving only the most primitive will to survive.

  "Ahhhhh!"

  Zuo Mo was shouting crazily, whatever techniques or tactics, at this moment, all were useless!

  Spiritual power and divine consciousness are wildly circulating, every muscle's strength is subconsciously lifted to the highest point!

  The earth fog sensed the rebellious intention of Zuo Mo, and the surrounding earth fog rushed towards Zuo Mo, accelerating its rotation speed, and the pressure increased again.

  Zuo Mo had completely lost consciousness, his body was making its last instinctual struggles, but it was being restrained by the fog, unable to move. Only the light on his body was flowing and changing, sometimes a sword intent, sometimes flames, sometimes fist aura, sometimes thunder...

  His body color was also constantly changing, sometimes it was pure golden yellow, like gold casting, sometimes it was like black jade, more and more black and shiny, more and more crystal clear, sometimes there were threads of black air drilling in and out.

  In Zuo Mo's body, the Five Element Glass Beads also sensed the danger and automatically flowed without rest. Threads of the five elements' power spread throughout Zuo Mo's entire body.

  "Ahhhhhhh!"

  Completely berserk Zuo Mo, his face twisted and ferocious, like a wild beast making its final desperate struggle in a cage, savage and violent!

  Zuo Mo's body became a chaotic battlefield, his body couldn't even move a finger, all the spells were unable to be released, various powers flowed and rampaged inside his body, adding to the terrifying pressure from outside, everything was in disarray.

  "Damn it!" The complexion of the Pú Yāo changed greatly.

  The entire sea of knowledge was trembling constantly, with signs of collapse looming vaguely.

  The bundles of Xian Suo that were originally suspended in the fog also couldn't withstand such a powerful force, and were instantly pulverized.

  The female repair also noticed the anomaly of Zuo Mo, and the purple mist that surrounded her suddenly rose up, as if she was surrounded by a mass of purple flames. The strange purple fire was not affected by the earth fog at all, and it swirled and fluttered eerily!

  Those delicate and flawless jade-like feet slowly lifted up bit by bit at an extremely slow pace.

  The mask could not withstand such great pressure, and with a pop, it turned into a cloud of flying ash, revealing that ugly face full of scabies. The female cultivator still had no expression on her face, but the scabies on her face couldn't withstand it either, and they burst one after another.

  Bloody flowers bloomed on her face.

  In the blink of an eye, her face was no longer intact, covered in blood. She didn't care, letting the fresh blood on her face flow slowly down from her chin, dripping and being dispersed into a bloody mist by the fog. The purple flames rose up, and her eyes, which had originally shone with a purple light, now dimmed instead.

  Her face was expressionless, every movement required her to use all her strength, and she could only move a little bit at a time.

  Between two people, just a yard apart, normally, it would take just one step.

  In the heavy and solemn brown mist, a figure shrouded in purple flames slowly approached another figure at a snail's pace.