Chapter 586: Clear Light Spreads on the Sword
Dusk stood upright above the bloody sun, staff raised above his head, activating the formation he had already set up. A formation disk a hundred feet in diameter condensed before him.
"Swish!"
The long river of talismans did not collide head-on with the formation plate, but rushed straight into the sky along the formation plate.
Huang Hun's pupils were divided into two black whirlpools, and suddenly, these sky sword symbols that were flying upwards rapidly became very slow in his sight.
"Each one contains the might of a single move from a martial artist at the First Level of the Immortal Realm. Once they collide, the talismans will dim and lose their power."
Huanghun breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that Li Weiyi would not draw his sword easily.
"boom!"
The bloody sun under his feet shook violently as if it was hit by something.
Huanghun was standing unsteadily and discovered it through telekinesis.
The Blood Sun was shaken by a dried corpse and was knocked several feet away from the center of the formation.
The dried corpse below was suspended above the river, its pupils burning with magical energy. The magical energy overflowing from the ancestral field condensed into clouds, its body was strong and domineering, and its whole body was filled with the aura of immortality.
During his lifetime, he was a great immortal of the seventh realm.
A bell rang in my ears.
The second mummy appeared out of thin air behind Huanghun as if by teleportation.
Huanghun was a third-level Holy Spirit Mind Master, far superior to Luo Pingdan. With a thought, a river of spiritual light and blood appeared, winding for miles, severing the connection between Qing Zijin and the mummy.
The mummy's eyes dimmed and it fell straight down.
"not good……"
Huanghun felt no joy at all when he discovered that there were five more mummies with dangerous auras, which broke through his defense formation and flew towards him from five different directions.
"boom!"
Spiritual light and magical energy surged out from the center of the eyebrows and the ancestral field respectively, like a river bursting its banks.
The blood lights up the sky and the Dharma energy turns into the sea.
The might of the third realm strong man was so majestic and domineering that in an instant, the spiritual light threads on three of the mummies were broken by the blood and fell to the ground. Only two great immortal mummies who were in the seventh realm in their lifetime were left, coming from the left and right.
Huanghun felt a chill in his heart and felt the pressure, so he swung his arm and chopped out the iron stick in his hand.
He then spat out five beads from his qi sea and hit another mummy.
“Bang bang!”
Dusk was unable to stop it and fell from the bloody sun, looking miserable. The palm holding the stick was bleeding and his face was full of fear.
Like Luo Pingdan, he couldn't figure out where a First Realm Holy Spirit Mind Master could get so many fresh, powerful war corpses containing the Golden Pill of Immortality? Even if it was just a single Golden Pill of the Seventh Realm Great Immortality, it would be enough to trigger many Great Immortals to fight for it.
Killed now?
impossible.
Tomb robbing?
They are all ancient corpses whose vital energy has dissipated, and they do not have such combat power.
"Luo Pingdan, how come you can't even deal with a little girl?" Huang Hun shouted, and found that the four mummies that fell into the river were awakened again by Qing Zijin's spiritual light, and flew into the sky with the other two to kill him.
"boom!"
On the distant riverbank, from Luo Pingdan’s ancestral field, an extremely powerful and transcendental Dharma energy and scriptures surged out, blowing away the three war corpse puppets that were rushing towards him.
Then, without even looking back, he rode his chicken and fled away: "Let's run away quickly, there's something strange about these two. Just thirteen war corpse puppets are enough to kill us."
Li Weiyi stood in mid-air, muttering to himself, "Sure enough, they also carry a life-saving trump card."
Since Luo Pingdan had used up his life-saving method, Li Weiyi was no longer polite.
"Swish!"
The long river of Heavenly Sword Talisman caught up with Luo Pingdan who had escaped three miles away, and pierced through him from top to bottom.
"puff!"
“Puff!”
After a round of fighting, roaring and crowing, Luo Pingdan's body was pierced by at least six heavenly sword talismans, and he fell in a pool of blood together with the rooster under him.
Sixty or seventy Heavenly Sword Talismans flew back, more than ten of which became dim, flew around Li Weiyi, and entered his brow to nourish.
"You are the backup plan prepared by the Sentinel Army for the Taiyin Sect, right? What a pity! Your telekinesis is too weak and your control is insufficient. Even if you were at the Second Realm, I'm afraid you would have died here today."
Hummingbird was too late to rescue him, and with murderous intent in his eyes, he activated the underground formation. Suddenly, the thirty-foot-wide river before him turned into a white mist at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Bang!"
A bloody sun as big as a hill exploded.
Blood mist and white mist intertwined in this world, blocking vision and hindering spiritual light and perception.
The figure at dusk disappeared in the fog.
All the war corpse puppets turned into headless flies.
"What a powerful telekinesis technique... Oops!"
"careful!"
Li Weiyi shouted a warning and used his skills to rush towards Qing Zijin as fast as possible.
Summon the Yellow Dragon Sword and hold it tightly in your hand.
Qing Zijin, holding the Soul-Changing Bell, looked around cautiously. Only four War Corpse puppets remained guarding her, standing in four different directions.
The two statues, one in front and one behind, are the great immortal war corpses.
"boom!"
Huanghun came from the right, still more than ten feet away from Qing Zijin. The Taoist magic condensed from the magic energy emanating from her body blew away the war corpse puppet guarding her right side like a scarecrow.
Even the spiritual light on Qing Zijin's body was crushed, causing the other three war corpse puppets to become stiff and motionless, falling to the ground and flying away.
The blood drained from Qing Zijin's face. Feeling the gap between him and the third-level strong man, he immediately fled and rushed towards the two seventh-level immortal war corpses that had returned.
But the magic energy of dusk had already been pressing down on her layer by layer, like mountains falling one after another, making it difficult for her to move.
The iron rod swung and chopped.
The scriptures that emerged from the stick transformed into a bright cloud of words.
"Little girl, cultivation is the foundation of everything. Once you rely entirely on external forces, you will become your biggest weakness."
Huanghun had no mercy on her and just wanted to chop her into bloody mud with one blow.
"Zheng!"
The piercing sound of swords and the resounding roar of dragons caused the clouds and mist to churn.
The ground was covered with flying sand and rocks.
Li Weiyi arrived like lightning, like a god descending from heaven, and swung his sword with ease and grace.
The sword energy cut through the clouds and mist, causing the cloud of scripture characters to shake, and colliding with the iron rod, it made a sound of metal and stone.
Huanghun was hit by his sword and fell back repeatedly, and the iron rod in his hand trembled continuously.
Li Weiyi stood proudly, a celestial aura swirling around him as he gazed down at his opponent. "Your Excellency is absolutely right. One's own cultivation is the foundation of everything. But your cultivation doesn't seem that strong yet. Only at the early stage of the third realm?"
Huang Hun looked at the clear and radiant light emanating from Li Weiyi's ancestral field and was completely stunned: "You...your ancestral field is not useless? You are in the realm of immortality!"
“Wasted, but healed.”
Li Weiyi knew very well that the secret of breaking through the realm and achieving immortality would sooner or later be known to the world.
He broke the Qiankun lock a month ago.
Qing Zijin stared blankly at the lone and proud figure in front of him standing in the fairy light, knowing that she would never forget his heroic figure who had just casually forced away the dusk.
It would be strange if Huang Hun believed him, realizing that everyone in the world had been deceived!
He had learned martial arts at the age of seven, meditation at the age of nine, and was fighting corpses in the Netherworld at the age of ten. He worked harder and more ruthlessly than anyone else. After eighty years of hard training, he had reached the third level of both telekinesis and martial arts. But now, facing Li Weiyi, a twenty-something, the painful thought arose in his heart: "I must retreat immediately."
“Swish! Swish…”
The sound of war corpse puppets breaking through the wind rang in my ears.
"The earth dragon flips over!"
Huanghun's palm suddenly struck the ground, displaying his famous skills, the fourth level of the great technique.
The soil on the surrounding ground became soft.
Then, a low dragon roar was heard from underground, and the soil rolled like sea water.
Occasionally, you can see a huge mud dragon with dragon scales, dragon tail, and dragon claws. The brown dragon body is in a circling posture and attacks Li Weiyi and Qing Zijin with great momentum.
"Certainly!"
Li Weiyi stretched out his left hand into the void, and a golden swastika mark flew out, spinning and turning into hundreds of meters long, suppressing the rolling and roaring earth.
"Don't leave, Youshi."
“Wow!”
Li Weiyi moved his body and turned into a long clear river, spanning an area of two miles in an instant.
A sword broke through the air, like a meteor falling to the ground.
“So fast!”
At dusk, when I was using the escape technique to run fast, I heard the loud chirping of cicadas, but the sword light was already behind me.
Hummingbird suddenly stopped and turned to face the enemy.
He formed a round shield seal with his hands to block the sword light.
At the same time, an identical figure walked out of the body, circling around with a stick, and chopped towards Li Weiyi's waist and abdomen.
Li Weiyi let out a light exclamation and realized that the dusk that formed the formation seal was actually a spiritual phantom.
The dusk holding a stick is the true form.
This was already an excellent use of telekinesis and martial arts. As soon as this move was made, Li Weiyi felt a huge threat. He did not care how powerful Huanghun's stick was, and hurriedly used his spiritual treasure to rob it with his bare hands.
His arms flashed with phantom light, like a thousand-armed Tathagata, and collided three times with the iron rod of the Thousand-Character Weapon that was coming towards him.
Li Weiyi failed to take the iron rod away, and Huang Hun was unable to catch him off guard and severely injure him. Under completely disadvantageous circumstances, Li Weiyi fought him to a draw.
This confrontation happened almost in a flash.
In a flash, Li Weiyi had already landed, stabilizing his momentum. He fiercely brought down his sword, shattering the dusk's aura and its formation. He then spun around, swinging his sword horizontally, leaving behind a crescent-shaped yellow glow.
“Puff!”
Huanghun tried his best to dodge but failed and was thrown out.
A half-foot-long bloody wound appeared on his abdomen, and his internal organs were crushed. If the sword had moved down two inches, Zutian would have been cut into pieces. The opponent's sword was too sharp, and the Thousand Characters Magical Weapon Battle Suit looked like it was made of paper.
“Wow!”
Huanghun jumped into the ground and rode away on the earth dragon: "Today, Huang has experienced the charm of the world's number one genius. Don't chase me anymore, or you will die."
Qing Zijin rushed over with the War Corpse Puppet and looked at the shattered land before him. "What a powerful escape technique! Even a fourth-level Great Immortal would be left with only a sigh."
Li Weiyi pondered, "Huang Hun must be carrying a powerful talisman, or a powerful Taoist technique. I really don't dare to force him to death. Unless... I attack from a distance and always keep my distance. You can learn this method of threat. There is a good chance that it can scare people."
A favored child of heaven who was able to cultivate both martial arts and telekinesis to the third level within a hundred years, entering a dangerous place like the ancient country of Suiyuexu, could not have been without valuable treasures.
Qing Zijin said, "It's my fault. I didn't use the right tactics. With the thirteen war corpse puppets, I could have surrounded and killed him from a distance. Now I need you to save me."
Li Weiyi sensed a hint of weakness and self-blame in her and consoled her, "This is your first time facing such a formidable foe, and it's impressive that you've performed so well! Combat experience is accumulated through repeated review and reflection in life-and-death battles."
"Huanghun is right. Your telekinesis strength is only at the first level. It's easy for cultivators at higher levels to use their spiritual light and magical energy to break the connection between you and the war corpse. Next, you need to think about how to use tactics to make up for this weakness."
A moment later, Li Weiyi and Qing Zijin, carrying Luo Pingdan's body, fled the battlefield and headed towards another part of the Fanye Valley's underworld. They stopped thirty miles away, hiding behind a low, rocky hill. They gazed at the three towering peaks shrouded in dark clouds, observing the current situation.
He froze the rooster, as such excellent food should not be wasted.
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