Starting as a Son-in-law to Establish an immortal Family

Chapter 2064: Chapter 683:

"Boom boom boom—"

In the high sky, the Nine Netherhound, shrouded in an aura of dark energy, streaked like a flowing light, withstanding the onslaught from the Spirit Ring and Ying’er as it dashed toward Bi Lake Mountain.

"Roar!!!"

Facing the relentless attack of Ying’er, the Nine Netherhound let out a fierce roar, its vertical pupil on its forehead exuding a cold and cruel murderous gleam, shooting out a beam of light as if from the Nine Nether Hell.

"Puff!"

Ying’er hastily activated her Body-Protecting Magic Barrier, which shattered instantly. Under her cloak, her black soft armor shone with a lustrous gleam as she swiftly retreated, activating a Third Rank Talisman to neutralize the Divine Skill.

"This beast, even under the suppression of the Spirit Ring, can still wield its Innate Divine Ability. Such combat prowess is almost on par with the Holy Daughter’s Heavenly Wolf!"

Ying’er was shocked beyond measure, fully activating the Spirit Ring as she continued to charge at the Nine Netherhound.

The chase between the cultivator and the beast caused such a tumult that passing cultivators and family forces were filled with trepidation.

"This is... Nascent Soul Cultivators in combat...."

"Why are there Nascent Soul Cultivators fighting here!"

"It seems to be the Clan Guardian Spirit Beast [Jiuyou] of the Heavenly Talisman Lu Family."

"Hiss, who is so bold as to dare to strike at the Heavenly Talisman Lu Family."

"A Nascent Soul Immortal, this is a Nascent Soul Immortal hunting down the Heavenly Talisman Lu Family’s Spirit Beast!"

No one dared to get involved in a battle of this level, but from afar, some could identify the muscular, black-bodied, wolf-headed, dreadfully terrifying Nine Netherhound.

Seeing the relentless Nine Netherhound constantly fleeing, Ying’er’s anxiety grew.

If this goes on, the Demon Beast will indeed escape back to Bi Lake Mountain.

By then, not only would her mission have failed, but she would also face the pursuit of the Heavenly Talisman Lu Family and the Qingyun Sect.

She made a decisive move, performing Gesture Incantations with both hands. Inside her, a soul-piercing feline cry echoed as tendrils of dark mist emanated from her body, turning her into an apparition that flits between the living and the underworld.

"Swoosh!"

Ying’er’s speed drastically increased, becoming a shadow that lunged at the Nine Netherhound, her sharp claws slashing out several pitch-black Netherworld light blades.

The aura on the Nine Netherhound’s body dimmed and shattered, revealing wounds and blood trails.

At this moment, the Nine Netherhound let out a low growl, sending ringing alarms through Ying’er’s mind as she suddenly sensed a dangerous Qi Mechanism.

Her vigilance peaked as she scanned the surroundings, noticing a small black dot rapidly approaching from the distant horizon.

"Not good!"

She didn’t know who was coming, but being in the Jiang Country, Qingyun Sect’s territory, as a demonic path cultivator from Liang Country, any encounter could prove extremely hazardous.

Moreover, her sharp spiritual sense predicted that the silhouette was moving towards her.

"Retreat!"

Ying’er made a swift decision, abandoning the mission, preparing to report the situation with the Nine Netherhound to the Holy Daughter.

Considering the astounding performance of this [Nether Moon Wolf], even if the mission failed, the Holy Daughter would pardon her.

However, just as she retrieved the Spirit Ring, the Nine Netherhound roared mightily, its maw brimming with intersecting fangs emitted dark sonic waves, and the vertical pupil on its forehead seemed to fully open, wickedly crimson.

Dark red beams erupted like soul-hooking chains from the Nine Nether Hell, sealing the world around Ying’er.

Simultaneously, its dragon-headed black tail roared like a Flood Dragon, lunging at Ying’er.

"Not good!"

Seeing this, Ying’er’s body shrouded in black mist transformed her into a Netherworld demon cat, attempting to bypass the chain beams that imprisoned her.

But the Nine Nether Eye is the Nine Netherhound’s Innate Divine Ability, not only capable of killing silently but also sealing the world and imprisoning others.

Even if Ying’er transformed into a shadow, capable of ignoring many magical prohibitions, she couldn’t instantly penetrate through.

Meanwhile, the distant black dot drew closer.

It was a tall, powerful man exuding an overwhelming sense of pressure.

He glanced at Ying’er without hesitation or a word, clenched his fist, and curved his back like a full moon bow.

On his arm, the shadow of a dragon and tiger coiled, then, like a heavenly deity, he unleashed a punch.

"Roar roar roar!!!"

The dragon and tiger intertwined, the punch shattered layers of space, carrying unfathomable terrifying power, and aimed at Ying’er.

Already affected by the Nine Netherhound’s Innate Divine Ability, under this punch, Ying’er’s body wrapped in a black cloak flew back like a kite with broken strings.

Instantly, the dark red soul-hooking chains wrapped around her limbs, and the dragon-headed tail forcefully bit into her neck, trying to deliver a fatal blow.

"Meow!"

A sharp cry of agony rang out.

Ying’er, entwined and bound, transformed into a Netherworld demon cat, forcefully breaking free as rolling black mist emerged.

Yet the towering figure treading the void struck the air as if sounding a divine drum, his body crashing through space, sending another punch flying.

Moreover, above his head appeared a square, intricately patterned Bronze Tripod, causing the space to tremble as if frozen.

"Puff!!!"

The rolling black mist dissipated.

Under the black cloak, Ying’er’s graceful form, clad in black soft armor, bent like a bow.

Her slender waist snapped like a frail willow, sending her sideways crashing into the invisible prohibition formed by the Bronze Tripod, vomiting blood.

"Who are you?"

Coughing blood continuously, Ying’er stabilized herself, eyes dark and filled with dread.

If not for her magical soft armor, that single punch would have been more than just a serious injury.

Her Nascent Soul Level mana boiled, essence blood burned, her aura skyrocketed as she attempted to use her last secret technique to escape.

But the Nine Netherhound again lunged at her, its cold fangs reaching for her throat.

"Little Black."

The burly figure was none other than Lu Ping’an. He continued to suppress Ying’er with the Bronze Tripod, signaling to Little Black to hold back, not to kill.