Chapter 307: Killing the Two Kings
Wang Shu's body movements were extremely fast, like a nimble monkey or a flying bird. He leaped dozens of feet on the steep cliff, and Li Weiyi was unable to catch up with him.
However, the six Phoenix-winged Moth Kings were able to fly and swoop down to chase him, and their speed was not inferior to his.
Especially Wu Feng, whose innate Taoist magic seemed to be speed. He was so fast that only a shadow was left. He was the first to catch up with Wang Shu, spread his membranous wings, and slashed at his neck.
"court death!"
Wang Shu turned in mid-air and swung his sword.
The Bai Zi Qi sword knocked Wu Feng into the stone wall, causing it to make a low cry and suffer injuries.
Just this brief delay.
The other five Phoenix-winged Moth Kings caught up with Wang Shu and surrounded him in the center.
The five little ones cried out in high pitch, wanting to avenge the Five Phoenixes, or spit out Golden Crow flames, or release lightning, or strike out with sharp claws, or stealthily attack...
Even though Wang Shu had great skills, he was beaten into a panic and could not take care of what was ahead.
Li Weiyi condensed a finger technique of destruction from a distance.
“Wow!”
The finger strikes out in the air.
A golden-red beam of light crossed a distance of more than ten feet and landed on Wang Shu.
Wang Shu was trapped in the siege of five Phoenix-winged Moth Kings. Li Weiyi broke his Taoist heart and protective magic energy with one finger. The light beam hit his chest, and his body was thrown out, smashing rocks and rolling on the hillside.
Li Weiyi wanted to press on and pursue the enemy, but suddenly, he felt a sense of alarm. The hairs on his body stood up, and he almost instinctively swung his sword to the right, slashing out a bright sword light.
Wang Zhi rushed out from the cracks in the cliff, condensed two bone claws, tore the sword light into pieces, and pounced on Li Weiyi.
He did not flee, but hid here in an ambush.
After all, if Wang Shu encountered an accident, he would be horrified.
The lives of the two depend on each other.
“Bang bang!”
Telekinetic flame whip, sword skills, body skills, leg skills...
Li Weiyi used all his means to fight back desperately, and he and Wang Zhi fought repeatedly on the cliffs. Each move was deadly and swift.
Li Weiyi was hit by Wang Zhi's three claws, but he was protected by the bloody handprint magic armor and was able to withstand it. His body was intact, but blood was oozing from his skin and his internal organs were in unbearable pain.
Wang Zhi was hit by his sword.
The sword cut through Wang Zhi's chest, and blood continued to flow.
Unable to stop the bleeding.
What made Wang Zhi even more terrified was that the soul of the dead in his body was injured by the Yellow Dragon Sword, and the soul power continued to dissipate from the wound, making him increasingly weak.
I have never encountered such a strange sword.
Yang Qingxi held the ghost flag, stood on the shoulder of the ghost commander, and joined the battle.
"boom!"
The ghost commander roared and swung his spear, knocking Wang Zhi, who was fighting with Li Weiyi, into the cliff, with gravel rolling down.
“Zheng!”
Li Weiyi seized the opportunity and stabbed out with his sword.
The sword shone like a stream of yellow light, piercing through Wang Zhi's chest and nailing his body to the concave cliff wall.
"You... who are you?"
Wang Zhi let out a sharp scream, and felt that the Yellow Dragon Sword was like a red-hot iron rod, piercing through his body. The pain was excruciating, and it burned his soul to destruction.
“Wow!”
A gust of cold wind blew behind Li Weiyi.
Yang Qingchan, with disheveled hair, appeared beside Li Weiyi and stretched out a slender and pale hand. She pierced Wang Zhi's head with five fingers, chanted a spell, and performed some kind of soul-death secret technique.
The next moment.
She took out the dead soul from Wang Zhi's body, sucked its soul power into her mouth and nose bit by bit, looking extremely enjoying it.
The souls in the netherworld of the dead, especially the ghosts, almost all have cultivated the art of "soul-devouring".
"How could this happen? He had actually wiped out most of the consciousness of the deceased spirit in Wang Zhi's body, and his soul power was quite weak. How did he do this? Was it the sword?"
While Yang Qingchan was refining the soul power in her body with a look of surprise, she looked at the back of Li Weiyi who was leaving with his sword drawn.
After being caught up by Li Weiyi, Yang Qingxi, Yang Qingchan, and the Ghost Commander, Wang Shu knew that he had no chance of escaping today, so he fought and retreated, saying in a deep voice: "Li Weiyi, you are too stupid, don't you see the situation clearly?"
"I am the Son of God of the Divine Religion, but those great disciples and elders just stood by and watched me die without helping. Don't you think about why?"
"They are waiting for you to kill me, commit a terrible crime, and then they will eat you alive and take away the treasures on your body. While the snipe and the clam fight, the fisherman benefits."
Wang Shu approached the patrol guards of the Tianli Hall and asked for help, but the patrol guards quickly retreated and had no intention of protecting him.
The martial arts practitioners who patrolled the guards in the past were quite close to him.
At this moment, Wang Shu finally saw the true face of his master. If he hadn't warned him, how could the patrol guards be like this?
For the sake of benefit, disciples can also be sacrificed.
Li Weiyi had noticed all this a long time ago, but he was not shaken at all. The situation had already come to this point, and the two sides had become mortal enemies. If he let Wang Shu go, it would be like letting a tiger return to the mountain.
When Wang Shu completely condenses the Dao Lotus, even if Li Weiyi hides back in Nanqing Palace, he will definitely go to the ground and madly take revenge on those who are close to Li Weiyi.
Wang Shu said, "You don't think that Master Nan will protect you, do you? These old guys in the Divine Religion are all selfish, greedy, and cruel. The so-called Master is just someone who sees you as useful, and has no human touch."
"Li Weiyi, please spare my life. I swear I will never take revenge."
How could Li Weiyi believe him, so he shouted righteously: "Wang Shu, don't think that your master is selfish and greedy for not saving you. The deputy hall master is so wise, he must have discovered that you are doing all kinds of evil, killing your fellow disciples, and swallowing up the wealth of the Divine Religion..."
"If you want to accuse someone of something, you can always find a pretext. Since you are so out of your mind, there is nothing more to say. If you want to kill me, you will have to pay a terrible price."
Six Bodhi seeds flew out from Wang Shu's ancestral field one after another.
Hundreds of scriptures are engraved on each Bodhi seed and are refined into magical instruments.
The six scriptures and the six Bodhi seeds all have the same origin and are a set of ritual instruments, with a total of more than eight hundred scriptures.
If one could perfectly understand these scriptures and control the power of the six bodhi seeds to the extreme, theoretically, it would be enough to unleash the power of an eighth-grade hundred-character instrument.
But it is much more difficult to operate than an eighth-grade hundred-character instrument.
With Wang Shu's current level of cultivation, he can only exert a very small part of its power.
Yang Qingxi said: "This set of magic tools is extremely precious and worth more than one million Yongquan coins. It is impossible for Wang Shu to have it. It must have been obtained from a secret treasure house. How about capturing him alive first?"
"Don't dream! Do you really think the patrol guards of the Heavenly Justice Palace are just for show? Will you be given a chance to capture them alive?"
"Either don't do it, or do it thoroughly."
Li Weiyi, six Phoenix-winged Moth Kings, Yang Qingxi, Yang Qingchan, and the Ghost Commander, ten figures, surrounded Wang Shu, and even the six Bodhi seeds could not stop them.
Li Weiyi was very determined and did not think about the subsequent troubles. He was also not like Yang Qingxi, who wanted to force Wang Shu to tell him the location of his secret treasure house.
Just one thought.
Kill Wang Shu to prevent future troubles.
“Puff!”
He flashed forward and cut off Wang Shu's right arm from behind with a sword.
The magic weapon sword fell to the ground.
Blood gushed out of Wang Shu's shoulder and he screamed miserably. He could no longer effectively control the six Bodhi seeds and fled away stumblingly.
"puff!"
Yang Qingxi controlled the ghost commander, swung his spear, and cut Wang Shu in half.
With a swish, she landed next to Wang Shu's body and pointed her finger to explore his ancestral land.
The real treasures are hidden in the ancestral fields.
The ancestral field of a martial artist at the Daozhong realm has a huge inner world, but from the outside, it is only the size of an acupuncture point and requires careful exploration to find it.
The endogenous world is like a bubble blown out in the real world.
"There is nothing in the ancestral field, but in the world bag... there are so many cultivation resources, blood crystals, thousand-year-old medicine, magic tools, Yongquan coins..."
Yang Qingxi took away Wang Shu's bag and gave Yang Qingchan a look, asking her to quickly collect Wang Shu's magic sword and six bodhi seeds.
At this moment, Li Weiyi had no intention of competing with her for resources. He held his sword and looked at the patrol guards who were approaching him.
“Boom!”
The three hundred patrol guards are all martial artists at the Five Seas Realm.
They were wearing white armor, riding dead soul beast mounts, and holding standard magic spears.
The dead soul beast mount galloped wildly, causing the earth to shake and surrounding Li Weiyi, Yang Qingxi, and Yang Qingchan.
With average talent and decades of practice, most martial artists can open the Seven Springs. As long as there are enough Five Seas Pills, a large number of Five Seas Realm martial artists can be cultivated.
The chief rider of the Thousand Guards, "Yizhuoxue", rode a seven-meter-long giant soul beast with a chicken head and a tiger body. He slowly walked out of the patrol guards and looked at the two broken pieces of Wang Shu's body on the ground. His face was as cold as ice. He had never felt so heartbroken as he did today.
He really wanted to rescue Wang Shu, but in the end he did not dare to disobey his master's orders.
“Wow!”
Yi Zhuxue is a great true disciple, and the external manifestation of his Dao heart was released, transforming into a thick white cloud of Dharma energy, which suppressed Li Weiyi and the other two, making them unable to move.
This is the strength of the Great True Transmission! In any state of Lingxiao Biosphere, there are countless strong men.
"Lock him up and take him back to Tianli Temple." Yizhuxue ordered.
"Ha ha!"
The laughter of Sikong Jingyuan and Sikong Yanlun came from far away.
In an instant, the two of them appeared from the top of Lingji Mountain to the foot of the mountain. Their bodies were like two round wheels, riding the wind and controlling the fog. They were much more skilled than Wang Shu.
"Lord Qianwei, the murder of the Son of God is a serious case. We, Kurong Palace, should be responsible for it." Sikong Jingyuan said.
Yi Zhuoxue felt the fluctuations of Dao Lian's breath on Sikong Jingyuan and Sikong Yanlun.
It is obvious that these two fifth sons of God have made rapid progress in their training in the netherworld of the dead and have entered the fourth level of the Dao Seed Realm.
How could Yi Zhouxue not know their intentions? He clasped his fists and saluted: "Two Gods, the deceased is my junior brother. The Heavenly Law Hall and the Patrol Guards will never let the murderer go. Please give me some face."
Sikong Yanlun asked rudely: "Since he is your junior fellow apprentice, why did you hide before and not save him?"
Sikong Jingyuan smiled and said, "I heard from Li Weiyi that Wang Shu killed many of his fellow disciples during his lifetime. There must be a big case here. Kurong Palace must get to the bottom of this matter. So I'm really sorry, I can't give you this favor!"
"Rewarding and punishing the law is the responsibility of the Kurong Palace."
Sikong Jingyuan and Sikong Yanlun shuttled between the patrol guards and walked into the open space in the center. Their eyes fell on the three people who were suppressed by Yizhuxue Dao's external image.
The difference was that Sikong Jingyuan, with a slight smile on his face, stared at the six strange insects and the ghost flags.
Sikong Yanlun's eyes were eager as they moved between Yang Qingxi and Yang Qingchan.
Yi Zhuxue's tone sank: "If we can't catch the murderer, I'm afraid I won't be able to return to report."
"That's your business!"
Sikong Yanlun stretched out his arms and condensed a magic wheel between his hands. After he threw it out, it spun at a high speed. The wind was as strong as a knife, crushing Yi Zhuxue's Taoist heart into pieces, trying to snatch the person away directly.
“Boom!”
Yi Zhuxuechen snorted, and thrust out with the spear in his hand, smashing the magic wheel and turning it into a ball of cold mist.
Three hundred patrol guards raised their spears in unison and activated their armor. Then a battle formation formed above their heads, with dense scriptures flying in the formation.
In an instant, the two sides were on the verge of a fight and the atmosphere was grim.
"stop!"
A young scolding voice came from mid-air.
Everyone on the ground was dizzy and on the verge of collapse due to the power contained in the sound, as if a divine thunder had exploded in their heads.
"call!"
The huge body of the double-headed golden-winged eagle, carrying two figures, flew down from mid-air, and its wings stirred up a fierce wind.
(End of this chapter)
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