Outside Of Time

663 Xu Qing Represents the Palace Master! (1)

Xu Qing ignored Ning Yan’s cries. He summoned inwardly, and the Golden Crow in the sky let out a screech, swooping down.

It instantly got close and half of it fused into Xu Qing’s body. Its large wing fluttered outside, and its tail feathers swayed with astonishing aura.

Xu Qing’s aura also skyrocketed at this moment.

From afar, Xu Qing, who was surrounded by the Golden Crow’s wings and tails, looked like the reincarnation of an emperor.

The power of the Nascent Ninth Palace filled his entire body.

The energy of his physical body also gave off the feeling of a Nascent Soul cultivator. This caused Xu Qing to have the power of two nascent souls.

Such combat strength was unprecedented on a Golden Core cultivator.

Rumbling sounds rang out. The energy fluctuations from the two sides formed a huge wave that transformed into ripples that spread everywhere. It also spread out Xu Qing’s poison mist.

Those fleeing rogue cultivators who had left the range of Mount Morning Glow were hit by this spreading poison.

The ground was covered in black poisonous water. Even the cultivators fleeing in the sky fell into the abyssal sea.

Out of the thousand invaders, less than 40% were left now, and every one of them looked terrified.

The magic artifacts on Mount Morning Glow were in activated state. Their powers affected both the ground and sky. All the invading cultivators knew that… it was all over.

Xu Qing might have arrived alone, but him killing two early-stage Nascent Soul cultivators shook the hearts of these cultivators.

Moreover, the Poison Restriction fully displayed its might in this battle.

The term ‘poison cultivator’ became a nightmare in the hearts of all the living rogue cultivators.

However, Xu Qing didn’t let down his guard. He coldly stared at the winged black figure in the sky. His right hand grabbed the vine on Ning Yan’s stomach, prepared to use him at any time.

This person wasn’t an ordinary Nascent Soul cultivator. His body emitted the fluctuations of a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, emitting waves of powerful strength. Moreover, the sneak attack earlier gave Xu Qing a different feeling.

He felt the other party was similar to the immortal puppet of the Quasi-Immortal Race. However, there were some differences.

A cold glint appeared in Xu Qing’s eyes. With a wave of his hand, he used the Palace Master’s token to take over the magic artifacts on Mount Morning Glow, causing them to change directions and lock onto the figure in the sky.

He quickly weighed the difference between the two sides.

Now, it was easy for him to kill an early-stage Nascent Soul cultivator.

After all, when a Golden Core cultivator had the combat strength of ten palaces, other than having no divine abilities, divine consciousness, and being unable to teleport, they were no different from a Nascent Soul cultivator.

He could easily resist divine consciousness attacks with his third level Golden Crow and divine source.

As for teleportation, his own speed combined with the Nether Spirit Blood Wings had the same effect in short range.

This was the reason he was able to kill the four-armed Nascent Soul earlier with just a few punches.

However, there were differences between the Nascent Soul cultivators.

For example, in the Golden Core realm, some people reached perfection realm with just six palaces, while others had eight. If they had life lanterns, their limits could reach 13 palaces.

Among ordinary Nascent Soul cultivators, having one nascent soul meant early stage, three nascent souls were at the middle stage, five nascent souls were at the late stage, and six nascent souls were at the perfected stage.

For that four-armed cultivator to be suppressed in the Prison Department, the limit of his cultivation in the future was most likely not just six nascent souls. However, he didn’t have time to continue growing.

Hence, although it seemed like Xu Qing was fighting someone in a different realm against the four-armed nonhuman, his strength completely suppressed the latter’s.

As for ordinary mid-stage cultivators, it was difficult for Xu Qing to kill them before.

When he faced Chu Tianqun, who barely had three nascent souls left after being injured, although Xu Qing won a narrow victory, he was also heavily injured. His injuries were unprecedentedly serious. If it wasn’t for Ling’er and the purple crystal, he would have died in battle.

However, now that his body had been modified by the god’s finger, it made up for this deficiency.

Even though he couldn’t unleash the true divine body, his strength and speed had increased by three times, and he also obtained the power of a nascent soul. It was physical body nascent soul.

And its strongest point was defense!

Because this body contained countless golden threads, its defense was extremely terrifying.

Even if he didn’t use divine techniques, he could fight against a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator with three nascent souls. If he used his divine techniques, Xu Qing could kill a mid-stage cultivator with four nascent souls without any injuries.

If it was five nascent souls, Xu Qing would be able to fight them if he unleashed his full strength, but the outcome of the battle was unknown. There was a high chance that he wouldn’t be able to do anything to the other party and the other party would be helpless against his body.

“Now, my physical strength is comparable to one nascent soul, the Golden Crow is one nascent soul, and Shadow Fusion Technique is also one nascent soul, which is the power of three Nascent Souls. Coupled with my divine techniques, I have the power of four nascent souls!”

“My strongest point is the defense of my body. This body can’t be harmed in the Nascent Soul realm.”

Through the previous fights, Xu Qing quickly judged his limit. The cold glint in his eyes gradually intensified. He could sense that the black figure in the sky should be around the combat strength of five nascent souls.

At that moment, the middle-aged woman also rapidly flew into the air and arrived beside the black-winged nonhuman. Her expression revealed reverence as she spoke in a low voice.

“Sir, there’s something wrong with this Pawn. When are the various races that subsidized this matter going to act?”