firmly believe
In a sense, Yanzhu's second form is unrestrained and fearless, and it will not easily give up the fish that is in its mouth.
But Qingxuan had some concerns, so she would not act rashly.
Qingxuan leaped onto the treetops as light as a swallow, and the moment he pulled Yanzhu up, he retreated violently. In a flash, the place where the two had landed a second ago exploded with a "boom" -
The big tree was broken into pieces.
“Click——”
Seeing this, compared to the man's solemn expression, Yan Zhu's eyes flashed with excitement: "So strong!"
Qingxuan glanced at the masked man in white robe, and quietly gathered his spirit with his hands behind his back. At the same time, he sent a message to Yanzhu: Attract his attention and buy me half a minute. Yanfan is in danger, and this man is probably going to kill him to silence him.
The man's message hit Yan Zhu's heart. The woman raised her eyebrows: No problem, just a chance to test the other party's strength.
Qing Xuan was looking for an opportunity, while transmitting a message: He is very strong, don't fight him.
I see. When did you become so long-winded?
Yan Zhu raised her eyebrows and looked across at the other side: "Wearing a mask and refusing to see anyone? If not, you are from the divine realm?"
The man in white robe said nothing, just staring at the two of them. Seeing Qingxuan quietly running towards a residence in the distance, he instantly flashed to stop him, but was intercepted by a graceful and arrogant figure.
"Where are you going?"
Yan Zhu smiled brightly, and her slender hands slowly touched the black silk. The air around her became colder and colder, and suddenly a tremor surged, and the atmosphere became tense.
Yan Zhu's eyes were eager to try: "If you want to chase him, you have to beat me first."
Upon hearing this, the man in white robe gathered his spirit into a sword with one hand, and crossed his hands to form a sword flower. At the same time, he released layers of spirit waves, and attacked Yan Zhu with murderous intent. Such an obvious attack seemed to be intended to end the battle quickly.
Yan Zhu curled the corners of his mouth slightly, raised his half-white wrist, and controlled the black silk to cross the sky and pierce the opposite side. With the other hand, he made a gesture to summon turbidity, and in an instant, all the spiritual waves were swallowed up. In Yan Zhu's eyes, the opponent's attack was no different from the breeze blowing on his face.
It has no killing power at all, and the turbid air is naturally strong enough to suppress the spiritual spring, with overwhelming restraint.
The black silk swallowed the soul and broke the sword along the way, with great momentum, rushing straight towards the opponent's forehead. The opponent dodged and the mask almost fell off. At the last moment, the man in white robe stabilized his body, turned around, flicked his sleeves, and offered a red umbrella. The umbrella revealed a strange and cold breath.
This breath...
Yan Zhu narrowed his eyes, feeling uneasy.
Sure enough, the next second, as the umbrella's top collided with the black silk, the black silk's Chaos Spirit was gradually drained away, and the black fluorescent light gradually dimmed. In the blink of an eye, without the support of the Chaos Spirit, the black silk immediately collapsed...
Wu Jiu shouted, "Master, quickly save Hei Ling!"
Yan Zhu quickly made a gesture to summon Hei Ling back to the space and nourish it with the Chaos Spirit.
She stared at the unpleasant red umbrella in the man's hand. "Who are you? What is this?"
The black silk is refined by the Chaos Spirit combined with countless turbid air. If the Chaos Spirit is not there, the black silk is just a shapeless turbid air.
Wu Jiu transmitted a message: "Master, is there a magical instrument in this world that can absorb Chaos Spirits? This is extremely disadvantageous to Master."
Yanzhu's attention was all on the mysterious man opposite.
"Not speaking? Let me think, are you Wuwang Shenzun?"
Yan Zhu regained his composure and looked across, trying to guess the other person's identity. "No, the Wuwang Divine Venerable is extremely prestigious in both worlds. He presides over sacrifices in the human world and has a heart of virtuous compassion. He led five people to ascend, so how could he collude with others and harm innocent people?"
The man in white robes held a red umbrella in his hand, and his deep smile showed some vicissitudes of life: "Little girl, I accept your life force. As for my identity, don't be curious."
After saying this, he turned around and wanted to look for Qingxuan, but Yanzhu didn't give him a chance.
"You still want to stop me? You can't beat me."
"Without the Chaos Spirit, what do you have?"
"That's not necessarily true."
Yan Zhu chuckled suddenly, and then chaotic spirit flowed out of his hands, forming a complicated two-color array seal. The white and black arrays squeezed rapidly from above and below the white-robed man respectively. Finally, under the astonished gaze of the opposite side, the two array seals merged into one, forming a Taoist Yin-Yang Pisces diagram.
The white-robed figure couldn't conceal his surprise. He continued to use the red umbrella, but found that he couldn't draw out the Chaos Spirit within the formation. "They've actually merged the Turbidity Trapping Formation with the Soul-Calming Formation. The former traps the Yin, while the latter transforms the Yang. The two transform into each other, creating endless possibilities."
Wujiu sent a message: Master, he is watching you!
There was a strong wind blowing around, Yanzhu's robe fluttered, and golden chaotic spirits were continuously output from his fingertips. After the transformation and coordination of the Pisces Formation, the man in white was completely trapped in the formation.
"Is my Chaos Spirit so easy to take?" Yan Zhu sneered.
Soon the man in white robe discovered that the chaotic spirit in the black bead was sucked back into the formation.
"I underestimated you, God of Purification."
Yan Zhu: "How about this, you leave the red umbrella here and I'll let you go?"
The white-robed man laughed loudly and sat cross-legged on the ground, not caring about the situation of his residence at all: "It seems that you care more about Hongsan and Qingxuan, and are not worried about me chasing people.
But why should I agree to this? The double formation consumes spiritual energy. You won't be able to hold on for long. When your spiritual energy is exhausted, it won't be too late for me to kill him.
As for you, this rare spiritual spring has mutated once in a million years, so I have left you with something useful. I hope you can cultivate the Great Dao, and don't let me down."
Wujiu was furious: Master, what does he mean!
The relaxed look on Yan Zhu's face gradually turned colder. After withdrawing her hand, she ran towards Qing Xuan at a rapid speed: "Qing Xuan."
Wu Jiu:?
Yan Zhu transmitted a message: I am delaying the man in white robe, but the man in white robe is also delaying me. He is too calm. I can't take the risk. Qingxuan may be in danger.
When Yan Zhu passed through a layer of barrier and rushed to Taoyuan's residence, he found it in a mess. The world was completely swallowed up by foul air, and when he looked up, there was endless darkness.
"Qingxuan!"
Yan Zhu immediately made some hand gestures and set up a soul-soothing formation.
"Owner!"
Wujiu transmitted the message: At this moment when the formation is being set up, the chaotic spirit in the master's body will only last for the duration of one stick of incense.
Yan Zhu didn't care: "Stop talking nonsense, find the person first. This foul air must be purified. If the barrier disappears and flows into the divine realm, it will be disastrous."
Suddenly, Hei Ling took the initiative to show up, and fed the Chaos Spirit in her body to Yan Zhu, keeping only a little for herself. Then she circled into the air like a dragon, and her tail pointed in a certain direction.
Wu Jiu whimpered, "I didn't expect that after Brother Hei Ling gained spiritual wisdom, he would become more and more humane."
Yan Zhu's hand fell and the array was activated. The Soul-Calming Array purified the foul air at the fastest speed: "Lead the way."
The figure of Hei Ling in front was soft and weak, holding on for a breath. Yan Zhu secretly passed his soul to Hei Ling.
Wu Jiu looked at the weak it and the pale her, and for a moment he only hated himself for not being able to help...
Why do all companion artifacts have a skill, but it doesn't?
The soul-soothing formation purified very quickly, and the thick black color covering the barrier gradually faded, allowing sunlight to shine in.
After about ten breaths, Yan Zhu followed Hei Ling to a fight. She recognized the exhausted man in black clothes at a glance. It was Qingxuan.
Wu Jiu: "Puppet people? Their spiritual springs are a bit strange, like they are assembled."
As soon as he finished speaking, Yan Zhu had already controlled the turbid air to gather into a sword with one hand. The long sword was strange and lightless, like an endless void, swallowing up everything.
——
Qingxuan, who was fighting with the puppet, suppressed the fishy taste in his throat. He caught a glimpse of the bright sky from the corner of his eye and an inappropriate smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
She is here.
The man chopped off the puppet's head with a wave of his hand, and reassembled it the next second. It pounced on him again, wrapped in an unbearable stench of decay. Qingxuan had to block his sense of smell.
There are hundreds of such puppets. He cannot reveal his cultivation level and can only fight against the enemy with difficulty.
What's more, he was dragging an unconscious Yan Fan...
Just when he was struggling to cope, a graceful figure descended from the sky, and the sword in her hand suddenly forced back the puppet that was attacking him from behind.
“This stinks too much.”
She leaned against him with her back, mocking him, "So weak?"
If the man wasn't good at acting, Yan Zhu would have really thought that this bastard's cultivation had not yet recovered.
But Yan Zhu didn’t understand why he still concealed his cultivation level when his life and death were at stake?
A faint fragrance came over, and Qingxuan's pale face softened. A smile stretched his lips: "The God has promised to protect me, and I believe it without a doubt."
Yan Zhu didn't take the man's half-truths to heart and even reminded him: "Have you forgotten that you have to move out? Are you kidding me?"
He raised his sword and swung it in a circle, forcing the puppet back. Its limbs flew everywhere, and then it reassembled strangely like a reptile.
At the same time, Yan Zhu noticed Yan Fan at Qing Xuan's feet and immediately kicked him.
Yan Fan opened his eyes in pain and bumped head-on into a wooden gray head.
"Ah—what an ugly thing!"
"Ugh—it stinks!"
Yan Zhu frowned: "Shut up, it's too noisy."
Qingxuan said nothing and let Yanzhu kick him.
Yan Zhu: "You have ulterior motives but no real ability. You're just helping others to make up for the losses. How stupid."
After saying that, he turned around and asked Qingxuan, "Why save him? I think it's better to let him lead these puppets away and do something good before he dies."
Qingxuan lowered his eyes and looked at Yanfan, who looked pale. "I think it makes sense."
"No! Take me with you! I will tell you the truth!" Yan Fan shouted, fearing that the two would abandon him and escape alone.
Qingxuan's sword intent was mighty, and a shock sword could only force the puppet to retreat but not destroy it: "You don't know how to kill the puppet?"
Yan Fan's face twisted, and he raised his voice: "I don't even know what this is!"
Yan Zhu raised her hand to arrange the formation. The puppets, fearing the Chaos Spirit, were unable to advance. Releasing a moment's respite, the woman scoffed, "You're asking him? He's just a chess piece discarded by the forces behind the scenes. What could he possibly know? If you hadn't saved him today, he would have died long ago."
Yan Fan's face turned pale and his eyebrows were twisted into a "川" shape. This extremely arrogant woman was telling the truth.
Qingxuan sighed softly: "What a pitiful chess piece."
Yan Fan: ...
Yan Zhu: "My Chaos Spirit can't hold on for much longer, you need to think of a solution."
Qingxuan reached out and grasped Yanzhu's exposed wrist, his expression grim as he asked, "Why are you so weak?"
Yan Zhu raised an eyebrow: "It's hard to explain in a few words, let's deal with the current situation first."
As she finished speaking, a cool fragrance entered her nose. She turned her eyes slightly and saw the man leaning close to her ear with ease, his chin almost touching her earlobe.
"Say, don't get so close." Yan Zhu leaned her upper body back.
Qingxuan's eyes darkened and he reached out to interrupt Yanzhu's formation.
The puppets immediately rushed forward, and Yan Zhu had no choice but to control the turbid energy to chop the puppets into pieces. Then she scolded the man: "What are you crazy about?"
"Don't waste the Chaos Spirit, I'll do it."
As soon as he finished speaking, the man's fingertips showed sharp sword intent. He raised his hand and drew his sword, slashing around with all his might. However, he only exerted 10% of his strength, as he still needed to hide his strength.
The corners of Yanzhu's mouth twitched. She felt that when she was with Qingxuan, the thread in her heart could always be easily picked up.
Yan Fan looked at the puppets on the ground that were constantly reorganizing and being chopped by Qingxuan. For a moment, he didn't know whether to sympathize with the puppets that were being teased, or Qingxuan whose spiritual power was almost exhausted.
However, both sides suffered losses, and he just happened to reap the benefits.
"Are you crazy?"
If the fight continued, his strength would be exposed. Yan Zhu frowned and was about to reach out to stop Qing Xuan, but the man grabbed her wrist and restrained her behind her back.
"Don't move, trust me."
Yan Zhu raised her eyes and fell into the man's eyes, which were deep and bright, as calm as a pool. Even if his spiritual power was exhausted and he was forcibly holding on, people could not help but believe that the man had a trick up his sleeve, as if everything was under control.
Waiting for the light to come...
Suddenly, the sky darkened, thunderclouds gathered, and a faint purple light flashed by.
At the same time, the puppets seemed to sense a huge threat and fled in all directions.
Yan Fan, who was lying on the ground, was shocked and said, "Who? Who of you is going through the tribulation?"
Qingxuan's indifferent expression disappeared, and he looked at Yanzhu in disbelief: "It's your Jindan Thunder, how could it be purple thunder?!"
Judging from the man's tone, Zi Lei was of great importance, but Yan Zhu looked puzzled, not understanding what was so special about him.
Yan Fan shouted, "Impossible! The Core Formation Lightning cannot be purple lightning! Her Purification God has some special divine power, but the Core Formation Lightning is just ordinary lightning. It is the law of heaven!"
Yan Zhu frowned, and the noisy chatter was so annoying, so she cast a silencing spell, and Yan Fan was instantly unable to make any sound.
Finally, it was quiet, and Yan Zhu asked, "What's so special about Zi Lei?"
Qingxuan glanced coldly at Yanfan, who immediately stopped struggling. The man then explained, "The Dan-forming Thunder usually consists of seven ordinary thunders, while the Ascension Thunder consists of thirty-six purple thunders. Each purple thunder is equivalent to a hundred times the power of ordinary thunder."
Wu Jiu immediately appeared and said, "Master, you will be struck to death by thirty-six purple thunderbolts. However, there is still light in the distant sky. There are not many dark clouds, and the purple light is only faint, so there should be only two or three of them. Master, don't be afraid."
Yan Zhu's face was filled with black lines. What went wrong with the way of heaven?!
"No problem, this day has finally come. No matter if it's ordinary thunder or purple thunder, I must succeed in forming the elixir today."
"Try it first, and we'll adapt to the situation later."
Qingxuan turned around and saw that Yanzhu was not afraid, but was eager to try. The comfort on his lips turned into waiting and watching.
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