Chapter 639 White Night Green Lotus
"Don't be afraid of him! Even if he is a Great Holy Spirit Master of the Fourth Realm, he is nothing special."
Li Weiyi pointed out Chu Yutian's weakness with a confident tone: "A person's energy is limited! If he can achieve outstanding results in martial arts, Taoist arts, and mental power, then he absolutely cannot have profound formations, talismanic arts, or other means to convert mental power into offensive power. He doesn't have the time to cultivate and study them, and his mental power at the fourth realm is just for show."
Li Weiyi herself has this weakness.
His martial arts and mental power levels have improved rapidly, but his research on talismanic arts and formations is extremely limited. Fortunately, he has mastered the nine ancient characters of the Six Jia Secret Incantation, otherwise he would be even more inadequate.
That is precisely why such a judgment can be made.
However, Li Weiyi said that Chu Yutian's fourth-level mental power was just for show, and that he was only trying to boost his own morale and diminish the enemy's prestige.
In fact, he knew very well that the Great Holy Spirit Master was definitely not simple.
The previous plan to lure the enemy failed, and Chu Yutian's ability to foresee the danger and stop outside the formation area was undoubtedly due to his fourth-level mental power.
"Whoosh!"
The third bone arrow flew like a meteor over the heads of Li Weiyi, Mo Duanfeng, Chu Yutian, and Nangong, heading towards the direction of time, and landed on the ground dozens of miles away with a roar.
A moment later, Zhao Tang's voice came from behind: "A top expert who was traveling with Chu Yutian has caught up. It's... Heavens, it's Bai Ye Qinglian..."
Upon hearing this name, the expressions of everyone in the Shaoyang Division changed drastically.
According to the intelligence reports of the Dongxu Camp, Bai Ye Qinglian is the strongest person below the Great Longevity in the ancient Yecheng. It is said that she is a blue lotus that bloomed from the Buddha's corpse, and she was born with intelligence and understood the cultivation method.
Yu Yaozi once told Li Weiyi that the cursed monster in her soul, "Yin Fo Shit," was cultivated from the Buddha's corpse in the ancient city of Ye.
The fact that Bai Ye Qing Lian could be associated with such a taboo is a testament to the immense prestige of the White Night Green Lotus, a truth that can be traced back to the ancient truths of the realm of the dead.
Since it has appeared, it is undoubtedly the strongest among the undead armies.
Given the deployment and strength of the Sentinel Army, they naturally have nothing to fear. But how can they possibly kill Chu Yutian now that it has arrived so quickly?
A blazing white light rose from the direction of time, rapidly pressing down with a terrifying aura, obscuring all sights, like a white night curtain.
Chu Yutian laughed loudly: "Li Weiyi, if you really think that the fourth realm of mental power cultivation is just for show, then it's hard to say who will kill whom today."
The Xuanzhao Pagoda flew from his hand and transformed into a magnificent iron tower tens of feet high.
Countless malevolent spirits flew out of the tower, transforming into a dark, gloomy cloud of ghosts.
From within the tower, an army of spirits at the Dao Seed Realm emerged, comprising a hundred Yin Ghost commanders, each clad in standard array armor and wielding array spears, forming a battle formation.
Chu Yutian's release of his army and battle formations signifies that he has no intention of fleeing and is determined to fight to the death.
Mo Duanfeng and Nangong acted immediately, one attacking Chu Yutian and the other preventing the battle formation from taking shape.
"If you don't leave, you will die today."
Li Weiyi shouted and released all thirteen battle corpse puppets he had borrowed from Qing Zijin.
The staff of all things was raised above his head, and star trails and array plates with a diameter of ten feet appeared around him.
"Whoosh!"
"Whoosh!"
Li Weiyi's Sun, Moon and Stars Combined Battle Formation and Chu Yutian's Undead Army Battle Formation were formed almost simultaneously.
Chu Yutian stood at the front of the battle formation, his body radiating spiritual light threads that connected with the entire formation. He raised his left hand and pressed his palm forward.
Instantly, the power of the hundred undead commanders in the battle formation intertwined and converged on him.
"Bang!"
Within the formation, a large handprint emerged, striking Mo Duanfeng and Nangong like a slapping scarecrow, sending them flying without any resistance.
Mo Duanfeng and Nangong Fei retreated into the Sun, Moon, and Stars Combined Attack Formation, transforming into two moons beside Li Weiyi. Their internal magical energy surged towards the Purple Heaven Thunder Seal and the Golden Heaven Thunder Seal suspended in mid-air.
Li Weiyi was struggling forward as if carrying a huge mountain, and with the combined attack formation, he clashed with the ethereal battle formation controlled by Chu Yutian.
Chu Yutian's eyes were solemn as he used the power of the formation to unleash the Xuanzhao Tower.
The Purple Heaven Thunder Seal and the Golden Heaven Thunder Seal also transformed into two clouds of lightning, which bombarded the area.
"Boom!"
The moment the two arrays collided, Li Weiyi's mental energy between his brows was exhausted, and the array plate collapsed first.
Although Chu Yutian possessed high mental strength, Li Weiyi's combined attack formation was filled with powerful individuals. Faced with the impact of the Sun, Moon, and Stars combined attack formation, Chu Yutian could only hold out for a single breath. As the fourth bone arrow pierced down from the top of the distant hill, the formation suddenly collapsed.
Behind Chu Yutian, screams filled the air.
Of the hundred spirit commanders who stood in neat rows, more than thirty of their ghostly forms exploded, turning into empty shells of armor. The remaining sixty-odd were scattered and flew away like fallen leaves in the autumn wind.
Chu Yutian was struck by the Purple Heaven Thunder Seal, coughed up blood, and was blasted back.
"Nangong, these war corpse puppets are yours. I'm going to intercept Bai Ye Qinglian. If she gets here, we're doomed!"
Li Weiyi, barely managing to maintain his spirit despite the severe depletion of his mental energy, tossed the Staff of All Things to Nangong, then, carrying the Purple Gold Seals, drew his sword to meet the approaching white night from afar.
Nangong grasped the staff of all things, a look of worry welling up in his eyes.
That's the White Night Blue Lotus.
It was too late to stop him.
Nangong released a burst of spiritual light, controlling thirteen battle corpse puppets to surround Mo Duanfeng and Chu Yutian, who were locked in combat, and then charged into the battle.
"Chu Yutian, no matter how eloquent you are, don't even think about influencing me anymore. What is there to break through or not break through realms? As long as I can kill you, what does it matter if I lose decades or even a hundred years of my lifespan?"
"I will forge ahead without hesitation, my sword will forge ahead without hesitation, and my martial arts will forge ahead without hesitation."
"Receive my Wind Mansion Emperor Blade!"
Mo Duanfeng let out a long howl, his long hair flying wildly. He gripped his sword with both hands, and the magical energy accumulated in the Feng Mansion behind his head poured into the Blood Pool Silver Sea like a river bursting its banks, unleashing his strongest strike.
Once the blade is gone, it will never return, even if what stands in its way is its own sword.
"Bang!"
The Taiyin Battle Soul on Chu Yutian's back was cleaved by Mo Duanfeng's blade, howling and half of its body exploded, turning into soul mist.
With a snap, the pool of blood and the sea of silver broke, and the tip of the knife flew off.
Ultimately, it is merely symbolic; its quality is not high and it cannot be compared to the Gan Gang Dao (a type of ancient Chinese sword).
The remnants of the Taiyin Battle Soul and its soul mist receded like a tide back to the central spring in Chu Yutian's back. Chu Yutian's back, cleaved by the sword energy of the Fengfu Emperor's Blade, had his clothes torn to shreds, revealing a patch of bloody flesh.
The steel dagger flew out.
Mo Duanfeng quickly caught it. The complex emotions of losing it and then regaining it brought tears to his eyes. He let out a series of high-pitched roars and charged towards Chu Yutian: "Nangong, you retreat to a distance and control the battle corpse puppet to stop him. He is injured and is no longer my opponent."
Tang Wanzhou stood stealthily at the edge of the array area, holding a sword in one hand and a scabbard in the other, his heart more tormented than ever before.
In his mind, Mo Duanfeng's earlier words echoed: "Don't tell Li Weiyi and Nangong that an attack will only push Chu Yutian to the brink, not kill him. Chu Yutian is a true disciple of the Taiyin Sect; he must possess a life-saving talisman or a terrifying killing technique, or even both. When he uses one, he will inevitably be unable to use the other, and that will be the opportunity to kill him. I will force him; if he uses a life-saving talisman, I will live. If he uses a killing technique, we will die together. Tang Wanzhou, can you seize this opportunity?"
Tang Wanzhou looked at the white night in the distance, took a deep breath, and found it difficult to maintain his composure.
Li Weiyi's spiritual energy was exhausted, making it impossible for him to use the combination of spiritual energy and martial arts. It was too dangerous for him to intercept a powerful figure like Bai Ye Qinglian on his own.
Nangong was unwilling to back down.
She was well aware of how terrifying the White Night Green Lotus was. If she hadn't wanted to prevent everyone's joint efforts from going to waste, she would have already gone to fight it with Li Weiyi.
We can no longer hold back; we must go all out to eliminate Chu Yutian as soon as possible.
"The Empress sings the ballad of time, while light weaves the spectrum of chaos."
The Bright Spring, like a blazing sun, hovers dozens of feet above Nangong's head.
The radiance of time in the distance was drawn towards her, the spring became bright and enormous, and the light and fire poured down like a waterfall, enveloping her body.
The Bright Fire Waterfall, with its flowing lines, resembles a flowing musical score.
A vast and melodious song then resounded throughout the heavens and earth, its sound seemingly coming from twenty thousand years ago. The Bright Fire Waterfall and the Bright Spring are the bridges connecting time and space.
"Whoosh!"
Amidst the waterfall tens of meters high, the enormous radiant image of the Empress of Time rose from Nangong, wielding a scepter and wearing a crown, her powerful aura sweeping in all directions as she swung her scepter towards Chu Yutian.
Facing both Mo Duanfeng and Nangong, Chu Yutian soared into the air, his entire body erupting with nine streams of corpse energy, each several miles long. A headless corpse emperor's silhouette rose up, wielding a battle axe, and cleaved towards the Empress of Time.
...
Li Weiyi held the Purifying Fire Talisman between two fingers of his left hand and rushed into the White Night.
Upon discovering that the White Night Azure Lotus's aura was at the peak of the third realm, he put away the Purifying Fire Talisman and slapped the insect bag. Immediately afterward, the talisman at his fingertips transformed into a Freezing Talisman.
Now that Gu Zhenxiang has broken through to the fourth realm, the Purifying Fire Talisman should naturally be left to him.
The blue lotus floated in a cloud of Buddhist energy, flying above the ground. A young, ethereal figure sat cross-legged in the lotus, dressed in white Buddhist robes, with no hair on his head. He was so holy that he seemed to come from a Western Buddhist country, without a trace of ghostly aura.
Luo Yin Ji stood on the cloud, dressed in plain clothes, wearing a bamboo hat, with a veil hanging down to cover her face, holding an umbrella over his head.
She said, "Li Weiyi, you dare to block Lord Qinglian's path all by yourself? Are you looking for death?"
“Who told you I was alone?” Li Weiyi said.
Seven phoenix-winged moth queens flew out of the insect bag, some standing on the ground, some flying in the air, and some baring their fangs and claws, distributed in seven different directions around Li Wei.
Erfeng sniffed the air and exclaimed with delight, "It's the fragrance of rice!"
The white rice stalks, like fluttering snowflakes, fell from the sky.
Li Weiyi looked up.
There stood that familiar figure, wielding the Jingyu Sword, atop a suspended palace. The palace, situated deep within the vast void, towered countless feet high, magnificent and imposing.
"Mother Rice, you were harvested by the Half-Immortal Jade Emperor. The new shoots sprouting from the remaining roots are still very fragile. Aren't you afraid of breaking today?" The voice of the white-robed monk sitting in the blue lotus sounded, sometimes near and sometimes far.
(End of this chapter)
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