Chapter 537: Two Dragons Out to Sea, Netherworld Bones
An Xianjing's cultivation has already reached the seventh level.
At the Rice Sect headquarters, she had cultivated the "Illusionary Bubble" technique, bringing her within a hair's breadth of transcendence. Had it not been for the soul-searching that damaged her spirit, mind, and perception, she might have already reached the other shore.
Li Weiyi didn't know what level the Seventh Realm was, or how profound it was. However, with this level of cultivation, An Xian could sit quietly sixty miles away and create an invisible barrier, preventing a Hermit Lord of the Immortal Realm from escaping. Even the Thousand Mile Divine Travel Talisman would be ineffective.
This is evident from the above.
With such cultivation skills, the monsters and spies under the water cannot get close to this sea area at all, so there is no need to worry about the truth being exposed.
“Wow!”
Li Weiyi flew down and reunited with Yinjun.
The Hidden Lord had great attainments in the art of talismans. He cast a fog talisman, and the entire sea area was shrouded in thick white fog, which was vast and boundless, trapping Yao Qian and Yang Yin, two giants in the realm of immortality.
The mist in the talisman was collected by him from the Burial Immortal Town. It was several times thicker than ordinary white mist.
It not only blocks vision, but also weakens hearing, smell, perception, and intention.
The Hidden Lord sensed the movements of the two powerful enemies in the fog. The fog and runes were being continuously dissipated by them. He frowned deeply and asked, "How is it?"
"The leader has dealt a heavy blow to it."
Li Weiyi finally decided to protect An Xianjing and Yinjun with lies.
An Xianjing wasn't a pure Buddhist practitioner; she possessed both a compassionate heart and ruthless tactics. She wasn't as polite and trusting to everyone as she was to Li Weiyi. Yinjun knew too much, and there was no guarantee she wouldn't silence him.
The Hidden Lord wore a metal mask, and beneath it, his eyes revealed a look of joy. "So, Kuishou was traveling with you! You should have told me earlier. I was so worried. Where is Kuishou?"
"The great immortal Dao Gong was very skilled in cultivation. After being injured, he used a secret technique to escape. The leader has already chased him and wants to wipe him out completely." Li Weiyi said.
Yin Jun trusted Li Weiyi and never doubted him, but he always felt that something was amiss: "Since Kuishou was traveling with you, why did you waste the Wanli Shenxing Talisman before? Also, why did you call him Kuishou? Shouldn't you call him Master? Also..."
Li Weiyi summoned the All-Creating Staff Spear, holding it in his hand, his posture as straight as a mountain peak. "Old Li, why are you always so fussy? With such a powerful enemy at hand, do you suspect I'll harm you? Master has already ordered us to eliminate Yao Qian and Yang Yin, the two great enemies of the Nine Li Clan, and to sever Yang Shenjing's arms, leaving him without any more minions. If these two escape, you will return to your ancestral mountain and kneel in the ancestral hall for three years. Master was very serious when he said this."
Yinjun is the seventh-generation grandson of Master Guan and the most direct descendant.
The coffin master asked him to kneel in the ancestral hall. Regardless of his cultivation level or seniority, if Yin Jun dared to say a word, he would have to add another three years.
The Hermit Lord could see that Li Weiyi was hiding something from him, but now was not the time to ask questions. He said sternly, "If that great immortal has escaped, then today I must settle all my old grudges with Yao and Yang."
"Three years ago, Yao Qian escaped from my hands, carrying the life-saving talisman given by the Second Palace Master."
"For three years, I have been preparing talismans and formations to kill Yao Qian. I will never give him another chance to escape."
Li Weiyi held a sword in his right hand and a spear in his left hand, and after saying "Yao Qian is mine", he rushed into the fog.
"Don't underestimate the enemy. Immortal Realm cultivators are not as simple as you think. Be careful... Hey, young man, you are showing off too much..."
Yinjun was very clear about Li Weiyi's strength and knew that he had definitely not reached the realm of immortality, but had to overcome adversity.
If he can defeat Yao Qian, his record will be terrifying.
The ancient sect's true disciples are at the peak of the ninth level, or half a step to immortality. If they encounter an immortality expert of Yao Qian's level, they can only escape immediately.
Having no attachment to life and no regrets about death, they have not cultivated an immortal body, and there is still a big gap between them and the real true teachings.
In Yinjun's opinion, Tang Wanzhou in the past few years was what a true disciple in the Dao Seed Realm should be like.
"With the dragon soul within the governor's robe, a man and a dragon working together should be able to challenge Yao Qian. As long as he can contain it, and I can deal with Yang Yin, victory will be secured."
As Yin Jun thought through his tactics, his blood began to boil. He had been dreaming of this fight day and night for at least ten years, and finally, the opportunity had arrived.
"The key to victory lies in me, so we must make a quick decision."
Yin Jun stretched out his arms, continuously mobilizing the magic energy in his body and injecting it into the official robe of the governor. Suddenly, a dragon soul flew out from the patch on his chest, setting off a huge wave and rushing towards Yang Yin.
Even with the cultivation level of the first realm of immortality, he could only awaken a very small part of the dragon soul in the robe and use it for his own benefit.
On the other side, Li Weiyi flew out for several miles, and the Yellow Dragon Sword in his hand burst out with brilliant light. Nine ancient characters emerged, thunder and lightning intertwined, and the sword intent lifted the waves under his feet, turning them into huge waves dozens of feet high.
The momentum was so strong that Yao Qian and Yang Yin, who were two miles away, were both startled.
"Fengfu destroyed Changsheng?" Yang Yin asked.
“It may not be immortality.”
Yao Qian had been keeping an eye on Li Weiyi since the Qianlong Lantern Festival and knew him well, aware of his extraordinary talent. With such talent, coupled with his engagement to the daughter of a wealthy family and a special bond with the Grand Palace Master, who wouldn't be jealous?
Yao Qian tried many times to get rid of Li Weiyi, but each time he failed and had to watch him rise like a comet.
The previous sword duel had wiped out all his psychological advantages. The fates of Hua Yuzi, Xie Chucai, Si Wuyan and others could not help but emerge in his mind.
Abandoning all distracting thoughts that were not beneficial to him, Yao Qian's eyes flashed with cold light. He gripped the hilt of the sword tightly and slashed out with the sword.
“Wow!”
The sword energy is a thousand feet high and as bright as the moon.
Li Weiyi looked him in the eye and slashed down with his sword fiercely. The power of his immortal body and ninth-level martial arts cultivation exploded together.
The blood in the blood vessels flows throughout the body like a torrent.
The sword flashed, accompanied by the dragon shadow and lightning, breaking the thousand-foot sword light.
The sharp sword energy continued to move forward and reached Yao Qian, but was blocked by the protective magic energy and the longevity scripture.
“Wow!”
“Wow!”
…
Yao Qian's fighting spirit rose, and he strode forward, slashing out the second sword, the third sword... By the fifth sword, the two of them were in close contact, and the two swords collided, both of them were going all out.
A powerful wave of force burst out, and the energy was like mist, shaking the void.
Almost at the same time, a dragon soul burst out from Li Weiyi's chest, and 40,000 longevity scriptures flew out from Yao Qianzutian, which gathered into a long river of scriptures and collided with each other.
Each of the longevity scriptures contains mysterious power, like forty thousand talismans condensed together, with extremely strong power.
Among them were immortal scriptures, which were obviously more powerful, like shining stars. But he was not a dragon cultivator, so he did not obtain much.
“Boom!”
The Dragon Soul and the River of the Scripture of Longevity collided with each other, and the two of them retreated at the same time, with a gully of sea water beneath them.
Before Li Weiyi could steady his retreat, he saw Yang Yin using his skills to step over the sea and walk around from the right side.
He is the strongest person in the Sui Sect second only to Yang Shenjing. He is 117 years old this year and has reached the realm of immortality for 20 years. He looks to be in his 50s, with a thin face and a long beard.
One sword thrusts out, and thousands of swords fly together.
A sword technique steeped in years of practice was unleashed, the sword energy raining down like a waterfall, leaving no room for dodge. Even more terrifying was the fact that Yang Yin followed closely behind Wan Jian, his eyes as bright as two lightning beads, the sword in his hand covered with scriptures, ready to strike.
“Ouch!”
The dragon soul released by Yinjun flew out from behind Li Weiyi and combined with the Longevity Scripture, destroying all the sword shadows stabbed by Yang Yin.
The dragon soul swung its tail, releasing enormous energy and the power of clouds and thunder. With a loud bang, it pushed Yang Yinzhen back.
Li Weiyi was a mile away. He stopped his body, touched the water with his toes, and flew gracefully to land on the top of the dragon soul, gazing at the long river of scriptures surrounding Yao Qian.
Yao Qian's cultivation speed exceeded Li Weiyi's expectations.
Judging from the number of longevity scriptures he has cultivated, he is not far from the middle stage of the first realm.
How long has it been since he broke through the realm of immortality?
It is obvious that the trip to the East China Sea has yielded huge gains and his cultivation has improved rapidly.
After the first round of fighting, Yao Qian and Yang Yin stared at the two dragon souls facing them, their hearts sinking as they realized it was no longer two versus two, but two versus four.
Yang Yin knew Yao Qian had seized the Dragon Soul Source Light in the East China Sea and had been refining and absorbing it recently, making significant progress in his cultivation. His combat power was now comparable to his own, a mid-level First Realm cultivator. So he asked, "Are you using all your strength? Is Li Weiyi really that strong? Even if he had cultivated an immortal body, he shouldn't be this strong."
"Work together to kill Li Weiyi first. Don't let the dragon spirit distract you. Once he dies, the dragon spirit will naturally dissipate. In this battle, we need to defeat them one by one."
Yao Qian's expression was serious, and the magical energy in his body was fully activated.
The sky is full of flying snow, appearing out of thin air.
"That won't work! It's not up to you to decide how to fight."
The Hermit Lord wore a loose black robe, holding a bronze pen in one hand and the governor's seal in the other. He flew over and landed on top of the other dragon soul, swooping down first. "You two, after decades of grudges, today is a fair duel. Let's leave life and death to fate."
Li Weiyi struck with his sword and staff, then raised the Staff of All Things above his head.
Suddenly, the sunlight above the sea was pulled down by him like silk threads, covering his entire body, and together with the spiritual light of his mind, it was woven and condensed into armor.
Combine thoughts and martial arts, and let spiritual light protect your body.
The swords and spears attacked together, clashing with the sword shadows swung by Yao Qian.
The armor on Li Weiyi's body was burning hot, melting the flying snow and resisting the sword energy. His momentum became stronger and stronger as the battle went on.
Two figures were flying over the sea, fighting back and forth, and the dragon soul and the scripture of immortality collided with each other.
Li Weiyi gradually gained the upper hand and forced Yao Qian to retreat continuously.
"Netherworld Bones!"
Yao Qian fell to the sea surface and as he retreated, the cold air from his body rushed to the sky, freezing the sea water under his feet into ice.
The Netherworld energy surged out from the ancestral field and condensed into a three-meter-tall white skeleton, and the fighting power rose significantly.
The white skeleton punched out, sending Li Weiyi, who was chasing him, flying two or three miles away.
The fist power is formed by the gathering of sword energy. It does not feel solid and heavy, but a kind of penetrating power that can penetrate any pore.
"Bang!"
The telekinetic armor on Li Weiyi's body shattered, and with the help of the defensive power of the governor's official robe, he was able to dissolve the fist force and move it around his body, forming a circle of air waves that dissipated.
The Netherworld's White Bones is the fourth level of the great art "Buried in Snow and Cold Prison".
Yao Qian has a high level of comprehension and has already achieved minor success in his cultivation. When he displays his power with the cultivation base of the Longevity Realm, the power is self-evident.
Seeing Li Weiyi withstand the blow and quickly stand firm without breaking any bones or vomiting blood, Yao Qian immediately realized that his immortal body had reached its peak. So, instead of pursuing him, he rushed towards the Dragon Soul.
Flexibly change tactics according to the battlefield situation.
He was extremely intelligent in battle and knew that although the governor's robe was a treasure, it consumed a lot of magical energy whether it was used to activate the dragon soul or to escape through space.
Li Weiyi had released the dragon soul once before, and this was the second time.
As long as he could shatter the dragon soul, he didn't believe that Li Weiyi could release it a third time.
(End of this chapter)
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