Chapter 312 Breaking the Space, Cultivation is Simple
“Run!”
Someone screamed, his face turned pale, and he fled for his life.
The power of the Holy Weapon swept over, and although it was not aimed at them, it was easy for them to be affected. Even a strong man at the ninth level of the Martial King could not control the power of the Holy Weapon.
The mighty power of divine weapons swept over from afar, the clouds collapsed, and the heaven and earth were shaking.
"Please lend me the Holy Soldier!"
Fenghua's expression also changed. Only holy soldiers can fight against holy soldiers. Even an invincible warrior of the ninth level of Martial King will die against a holy soldier.
Wei Fan turned his wrist and a gilded bottle with dragon pattern appeared in his hand, which he handed to Fenghua.
He really wanted to summon out the Human Emperor Bell to kill a lot of people, but he held back. The Human Emperor Bell was too strange and was not a weapon.
There are too many people here and too many eyes. If you cannot kill them all, you should not use force unless it is absolutely necessary. After all, this is not a wasteland and there are too many strong people.
"You protect yourself!"
After Fenghua took the dragon-patterned gilded bottle, she rushed towards the grand elder of the Zhilan Sect.
"If you don't want to die, leave now!"
While Wei Fan shouted to remind the people around him, he once again took out the Guangling Sect's holy sword and held it in his hand. He was not at ease with Feng Hua.
Fenghua is only at the seventh level of Martial King, while the great elder of the Zhilan Sect is a ninth level Martial King, an extremely powerful warrior. Fenghua is probably no match for him.
Boom! The dragon-patterned gilded bottle rapidly enlarged and hovered above Fenghua's head. The monstrous fluctuations of the holy weapon also began to spread.
The huge mouth of the bottle was as deep as a black hole. Brilliant light shone from the bottle and began to converge towards the mouth of the bottle.
Wei Fan wanted to rush over to help, but found that he could not get close to Fenghua at all.
The power of the holy weapon activated by King Wu, who was at the seventh level of his cultivation, was incomparable to what he could do. He could only use the holy weapon of Guangling Sect to protect himself and retreat.
"Gilded bottle with dragon pattern? How come they have a gilded bottle with dragon pattern from the Crane Clan?"
King Youwu looked at the gilded bottle with dragon pattern on Fenghua's head in shock. Those who knew about it knew that the gilded bottle with dragon pattern was the weapon of the Xuanhe Sect and outsiders could not possess it.
"This is just a Saint-level dragon-patterned gilded bottle. It is obviously a replica. It might have been taken after killing a strong man from the Crane Clan."
"No matter if it's a replica or not, run for your life. When the holy soldiers clash, those who fight may not die, but those who watch the fun may die!"
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All the onlookers were running for their lives, away from the battlefield. In the distance, Zhilan City had already set up a large formation to protect the entire city.
"Grand Elder, don't hurt her!"
The Lord of Zhilan City, whose arm was shattered by Fenghua, roared in the distance and his expression changed drastically.
But it was too late. The huge shadow of the gun reached from sky to earth, emitting an aura of oppression and despair, as if the sky was falling and sweeping towards Wei Fan and Feng Hua with the force to destroy everything.
Her long black hair danced in all directions, her whole body shone brightly, and her strength poured into the dragon-patterned gilded bottle like a tide, trying her best to revive the holy weapon.
With his seventh-level martial king cultivation, activating the holy weapon is still strenuous, but it does not require him to burn his lifespan.
“Buzz…”
The dragon-patterned gilded bottle suddenly trembled loudly, and the bottle body shook wildly.
Boom! The next moment, a bright beam of light shot out from the mouth of the bottle and hit the huge gun shadow.
The holy soldiers clashed! In an instant, the sky collapsed and the earth split apart. A cloud of dust rose up from the ground within a radius of more than ten miles, and the ground was shattered directly. Many people who did not have time to retreat had their eyes rolled back on the spot, and fell from the sky powerlessly. It was unknown whether they were killed or fainted by the vibrations of the holy soldiers' clash. It seemed as if dumplings were falling from the sky.
“Buzz…”
Faced with such a horrifying scene, Wei Fan, who was the closest to the scene, decisively gave up on using Guangling Sect's holy soldiers to protect his body. Instead, he secretly summoned the Human Emperor Bell to the surface of his body to isolate himself from the aftermath of the destruction.
“Crack!”
With a crisp sound, to everyone's shock, the sky suddenly collapsed, and the space shattered, revealing a dark world of nothingness.
The clash between the two top masters mobilizing their holy weapons actually caused the sky to collapse and pierced through space. Although it was not a fight between martial saints, it was not much different.
Everyone was stunned. In the hands of such a powerful man, the holy weapon could truly destroy the world.
In the distance, Zhilan City was shaking and swept by the destructive waves. The light curtain of the large formation was shattered in the first instant. Many people fainted on the spot. Fortunately, they were too far away and protected by the large formation, so no major casualties were caused.
In fact, this is also the result of Fenghua deliberately directing the power fluctuations in other directions.
"puff……"
Her face was as white as paper and blood was gushing out of her mouth.
It was too much for the seventh-level Martial King to activate the dragon-patterned gilded bottle to fight against the great elder of the Zhilan Sect, and her body flew weakly in the air.
Of course, the great elder of the Zhilan Sect did not gain much advantage either. He also flew back with blood spurting from his mouth.
There is no winner in the clash of holy weapons, no matter whether it is the seventh or ninth level of Martial King, to them, the holy weapons are a force beyond their scope. Even a ninth level of Martial King cannot suppress the backlash of the clash of holy weapons.
Wei Fan was covered in dazzling golden light. He rushed forward despite the destructive wave and hugged Feng Hua around the waist. He found that she was almost fainted and could hardly hold the dragon-patterned gilded bottle.
"Hurry up, the Zhilan Sect has more than one holy weapon!" Fenghua reminded Wei Fan in a weak voice.
Wei Fan didn’t know much about the Zhilan Sect, but she knew that the Zhilan Sect had existed for more than ten thousand years and had produced more than just one or two Martial Saints, so there were more than just one Holy Weapon in the hands of the Great Elder.
Although both are holy sects, Guangling Sect and Xuanhe Sect cannot be compared with Zhilan Sect at all, and are not even on the same level.
If you don't take this opportunity to leave, three or four ninth-level Martial Kings carrying holy weapons may come soon, and it will be difficult to leave then.
Boom! Wei Fan said nothing, but the power of his will rolled up the dragon-patterned gilded bottle, and it instantly streaked across the sky like a bolt of thunder.
A terrifying aura rose from the direction of Zhilan Sect. Several figures appeared in the sky and caught the retreating elder.
"You want to leave after you hurt someone, what kind of place is Zhilan Sect?"
A figure with a terrifying aura shouted and chased in the direction where Wei Fan and Feng Hua disappeared, but was quickly stopped by the Great Elder.
"Why not chase them? They dare to act so recklessly in Zhilan Sect, we must never let them off." A strong man looked at the great elder in confusion, with murderous intent rising from his body.
This was the first time in many years that the Zhilan Sect had been provoked like this. Not only were the core disciples killed at the gate, but the mayor and the great elder of Zhilan City were also injured.
"Don't be reckless. Revenge is not difficult. These two young men have holy weapons in their hands. Find out where they came from first. Don't kill those you can't afford to offend."
Wei Fan and Feng Hua had terrifying skills at a young age and they both had holy weapons in their hands, which intimidated him.
Although the Zhilan Sect is strong, there are also many forces that cannot be provoked. Face is important, but don't provoke people you can't afford to offend. The most important thing is that now that the Martial Saint of the Zhilan Sect has gone to the wilderness, everything must be done with caution.
As he spoke, he looked at the mayor of Zhilan City in the distance and said, "Why don't you come over here and tell us what's going on."
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"No one is chasing us, your injury can't be delayed any longer!"
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Half a day later, Wei Fan and Feng Hua landed in a mountain, found a cave on the cliff and went in.
Fenghua's injuries were more serious than he had imagined. After all, the opponent he fought against was the Grand Elder of the Zhilan Sect. Anyone who could sit on the position of the Grand Elder must have been a monster when he was young.
"Don't worry about healing, I will protect you!"
After Fenghua sat down, he took out the refined formation flags and began to set up a formation to isolate breath. This formation was what he learned from the Guangling Sect's Martial Saint Formation Mastery. Once it was set up, even if the other party collected their breath, they would not be able to sense their location based on the breath.
Fenghua nodded, sat cross-legged on the ground and began to heal his wounds. Wei Fan also found a place to sit down.
"My cultivation is still too low. There are too many strong people outside the wasteland!"
He didn't look very happy. The first battle after leaving the wilderness ended with him and Fenghua escaping. This was the first time such a thing had happened to him throughout his journey.
Although he still hadn't used the Human Emperor Bell as his trump card, this just showed how miserable he was, as he had to think twice before even using the Human Emperor Bell.
When he was in the wilderness, he had no such concerns. If he couldn't win, he would summon the Human Emperor Bell to kill.
It was all because he was too weak. A Martial King at the second level was an incomparable powerhouse to ordinary people, but to the whole world, he was still like an ant.
It's just a Zhilan Sect, but there are a lot of Martial Kings, three or four holy weapons, and some powerful Martial Saints in the world.
The Zhilan Sect is not the strongest in the entire Beiding Continent. There are several sects like the Zhilan Sect. Outside of Beiding Continent, there are even more such sects, and even stronger ones.
This is also what he is concerned about. He will try to use his trump card to save his life in times of crisis and take revenge later.
"Then upgrade!"
He glanced at Fenghua who had already entered the state and changed the panel.
【Three Emperors Sutra·Wu Wang Second Level】
[Nine Transformations of the Divine Silkworm: Second Transformation]
【Five Emperors Fist (Beginner)】
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[Ordinary skill: 530,000 years]
[King Wu's power: 1300 years]
On the first day he left the wilderness, he broke through to the second level of Martial King with his own ability. Now more than ten days have passed. Based on his performance in the wilderness, Fenghua should have no doubt that he has broken through to the third level of Martial King now.
"This hatred will be avenged sooner or later. The person behind the scenes will be killed sooner or later!"
Hou Zhijie would rather die than reveal the person behind the scenes. He didn't think Hou Zhijie did it out of loyalty. The most likely possibility was that Hou Zhijie would die a more miserable death if he told the truth. Even the Zhilan Sect couldn't afford to offend the person behind the scenes.
Wei Fan began to increase his Martial King strength, but he did not increase himself to the third level of Martial King all at once. Instead, he added a little bit every day so that it would not seem abrupt.
After all, although Fenghua was concentrating on healing his wounds, he was not completely unable to sense the outside world.
"boom!"
Five days later, as Wei Fan's body shook, his energy began to rise steadily and his strength soared.
The soul opened its eyes, and a storm of will swept around its body. Power surged like a river, madly devouring the essence between heaven and earth.
"You have broken through to the third level of Martial King?" Fenghua woke up in shock, his eyes full of shock.
After leaving the wasteland, this monster Wei Fan was like a dragon returning to the sea. In just half a month, he broke through from the first level to the third level of Martial King.
Wei Fan smiled and nodded: "Outside the wasteland is indeed a flourishing martial arts world. It is so easy to practice, as if there are paradises everywhere."
Fenghua was speechless for a while. This place was just a remote and poor village. How could it be considered a paradise on earth as it was an ordinary place?
If this guy went to a real paradise, his cultivation level would probably skyrocket.
"Is cultivation simple?"
Her Tao heart was somewhat broken. She was also a demon, but every step along the way was difficult for her, and she had never felt that cultivation was easy.
"If he hadn't been delayed in the wilderness for so many years, even if he wasn't a Martial Saint, he would at least be a Martial King of the Ninth Level."
The thought of a 19-year-old being a ninth-level Martial King or a Martial Saint is scary.
“By the way, how is your injury?” Wei Fan looked at Feng Hua.
(End of this chapter)