"Haha, this kid didn't even recite the soul-summoning technique, and he said he knew soul-summoning technique!"
Some young practitioners from Xiangdao couldn't help but sneer.
Just now, no matter Master Xiangdao or Yasuno-sen, I had to recite magic tricks when performing soul-summoning techniques.
Chen Xuan simply injected his magic power into the Soul-Devouring Blood Jade, and was naturally regarded as an outsider.
However, the sneering sound soon disappeared, and everyone widened their eyes.
The soul-devouring blood jade sandwiched in Chen Xuan and Chu Qingqiu's palm suddenly shone brightly!
Blood light soared into the sky, illuminating the night sky of the entire Xiaoqingzhou island, and the sky was red!
This scene shocked all the practitioners present.
"impossible!"
"This kid cannot activate the Soul-Devouring Blood Jade!"
Many practitioners screamed in shock.
Even Master Huang, the number one in their fragrant island, could only let the Soul-Devouring Blood Jade emit a faint light.
Chen Xuan can inspire the soul-devouring blood jade and create a strange phenomenon filled with blood. Isn’t it that Chen Xuan’s magic power is thousands of times that of Huang Wenchu?
"Master, what's going on with that kid?" Li Cha's eyes were full of astonishment.
Huang Wenchu suddenly had a flash of inspiration: "It was my magic power left by the Soul-Devouring Blood Jade that worked. This kid took a huge advantage!"
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone understood why Chen Xuan could inspire the Soul-Devouring Blood Jade.
It turned out to be Master Huang’s credit!
As everyone saw with their own eyes, Huang Wenchu injected all his magic power into the Soul-Devouring Blood Jade, which was likely to make the Soul-Devouring Blood Jade reach the critical point of being stimulated.
At this time, even if a poor practitioner injects magic power into it, he can inspire the Soul-Devouring Blood Jade.
Originally, everyone felt that Chen Xuan's cultivation was far above Huang Wenchu. After Huang Wenchu's reminder, everyone's shock disappeared completely.
"I thought this kid was really a hidden master. It turned out to be a fox and a tiger's power!"
"Master Huang, this kid has taken such a big advantage for you, so you must not forgive him easily!"
Hearing these words, Huang Wenchu shook his head calmly.
"It's okay, let this kid Chen Xuan inspire my soul-devouring blood jade."
"Do you know that the soul will only obey the spell casters that it believes are powerful in cultivation?"
"How could Chen Xuan's low cultivation level make the Yin Queen who amazed the Chinese Dharma Cultivation World eight hundred years ago surrender?"
"Even if Chen Xuan successfully uses the soul-summoning technique, he will be killed by the soul. This kid's actions are to destroy himself!"
As soon as Huang Wenchu said this, the practitioners all showed gloating expressions.
It turned out that Chen Xuan was seeking death, no wonder Master Huang did not stop him.
"Chen Xuan, I thought you were so capable, and it also represented Chinese magic. I think you will be backfired by your soul later and will throw away all the faces of our Chinese magic!"
Young practitioners such as Li Cha and Luo Xun all spoke sarcasticly.
But Chen Xuan was unmoved at all.
He felt that the reaction of the Soul-Devouring Blood Jade was getting stronger and stronger.
The blood light in the sky is getting stronger and stronger.
And the temperature dropped to freezing point.
Xiangdao is a southern city. The temperature in April is close to twenty degrees even at night.
Now everyone feels that it is coming to the cold winter.
Yuye's eyes sank instantly.
He could feel that a powerful soul was about to be born!
The soul-devouring blood jade that Chen Xuan and Chu Qingqiu held at the same time emitted a lot of blood light like an explosion, covering the sky and the moon, the stars were dim, and the scene became more and more abnormal, and everyone unconsciously held their breath.
"For thousands of years, who called me to reappear in the world?"
A coldness reached the extreme, as if the clear sound that could freeze people from their bodies to deep souls floated into everyone's ears.
Chu Qingqiu disappeared in front of Chen Xuan.
Teleported into the air.
Her long black hair was like a waterfall, rising from her shawl to her waist, flying with the wind.
Originally, Chu Qingqiu was wearing an evening dress, but now she instantly turned into a black long dress in ancient costume, just like the dress of an ancient queen, showing her grace and nobility.
But no matter what temperament is, they are all overwhelmed by the yin energy.
On Chu Qingqiu's beautiful face, a pair of bright beautiful eyes contained a strong sense of ice, coldness, and solemnity, as if he regarded all living things in the world as ants.
At this moment, Chu Qingqiu is no longer Chu Qingqiu, but Yin Chonghua, the legendary queen of the Chinese Dharma cultivation world, was stunningly beautiful, yin Chonghua!
The powerful aura of this peerless female cultivator made a group of magic masters on the ground dare not look up.
Even Yuyexian could only lower her head, look at the sky with a little light from her eyes, and look at her with awe.
Only Chen Xuan raised his head and faced Yin Chonghua's dark and cold eyes.
"Are you my master?" A cold voice came from Yin Chonghua's mouth.
As soon as this sentence came out, everyone was shocked.
The tone of this powerful soul seems to recognize Chen Xuan's strength?
Huang Wenchu whispered in disbelief: "Impossible! How can Empress Yin look down on a low-level practitioner like Chen Xuan?"
Because of the silence of death on the scene, almost everyone heard Huang Wenchu's words.
Other masters, such as Bancheng Jushi, Xuanyin Master, Yan Linggu, etc., all had the same idea as Huang Wenchu.
Although they didn't know the legend of the queen of Yin, even ordinary people could feel how terrible the pressure of the woman in the air was.
Not to mention the masters present, the powerful ghost of Japan, the big Tiangou, had a hint of trembling in his eyes. He took a step back, trying to stay away from Yin Chonghua's cold aura.
"Answer me, are you my master?" Yin Chonghua recognized Chen Xuan's strength, but she had never seen such a proud practitioner.
He actually asked her to ask twice after being humble.
"I am not your master, I just summon you with soul-summoning techniques and prove to the Japanese devils how powerful our Chinese magic is." Chen Xuan stood with his hands behind his back and looked at Yin Chonghua.
These words made Yin Chonghua stunned for a second.
Chinese magic has a history of 5,000 years, and many experts have emerged, but how many of them can be recognized by her Yin Chonghua as the master?
On the contrary, Chen Xuan didn't care about being her master, and seemed to look down on her at all.
This made Yin Chonghua feel a little angry.
However, Chen Xuan didn't care what Yin Chonghua thought, but just ordered lightly: "Come down."
The two words that sound ordinary, but they look like invisible shackles on Yin Chonghua's soul. This peerless female cultivator had to land on the ground.
"Don't you think I can't even control the soul-summoning technique? Don't you think I can't control such a powerful psychic and soul-devouring blood jade?"
"Who still thinks that I can't represent the Chinese magic now?"
"Who else said I took advantage of Huang Wenchu?"
Chen Xuan's eyes scanned like lightning, and no practitioner from Xiangdao dared to look at Chen Xuan.
Even a powerful and terrifying soul like the Queen of Yin must surrender to Chen Xuan, and no one dares to question Chen Xuan's strength anymore.
Finally, Chen Xuan's eyes fell on the Japanese Onmyoji opposite him.