Chapter 305: Lingji Mountaintop
No one expected that after three days of silence, Wang Shu actually broke through to the fourth level of the Dao Realm at this time.
My cultivation has made a big step forward.
It is very difficult for a prodigy of the inheritor level to defeat a martial artist of the fourth level of the Dao Seed Realm at the third level of the Dao Seed Realm. There is a huge difference between having or not condensing a Dao Lotus.
However, once the inheritor also condenses the Dao Lotus, his combat power will be as strong as the top powerhouse in the fourth level of the Dao Seed Realm. As his cultivation continues to improve, he may even be able to defeat the fifth level martial artists in the future.
Just when everyone onlookers thought that Yang Qingxi would be directly suppressed by Wang Shu, with his Tao heart shattered.
“Wow!”
Thick black fog emanated from Yang Qingxi's body, releasing a bone-chilling icy energy.
A powerful and tyrannical ghost commander appeared in the black fog, wearing armor and holding a spear, with a sheep's head and flaming eyes. He was forty feet tall, like a majestic human-shaped mountain.
It held the spear in its hand and used the pillar to block, colliding with Wang Shu's palm force.
"boom!"
The violent impact force was vented.
At this moment, the top of Lingji Mountain was shrouded in black fog, and the ground was covered with a thick layer of black ice.
Yang Qingxi stepped back, blood flowing from the corner of her mouth under her veil, she was injured by Wang Shu's palm power. But her eyes became bright and confident, the power of the ghost flag was even stronger than expected.
After the ghost flag appeared at the Qianlong Lantern Festival, many people of the older generation recognized its origins and realized that the deceased spirit sealed inside was definitely not just a ghost general.
How much combat power can be mobilized depends entirely on the strength of the martial artist's magic energy.
With the strength of Yang Qingxi's magic energy at the peak of the second level of the Dao Seed Realm, the dead spirit in the ghost flag transformed into the commander of the Yin Ghosts, forty feet tall, with strength reaching the fourth level of the Dao Seed Realm.
Of course, the Yin Ghost Commander's wisdom, combat skills, and reaction speed are all inferior to those of a true Dao Seed Realm fourth-level martial artist. If they really fight, there will be a gap in combat power.
After the blow, Wang Shu retreated and quickly stabilized his body: "It is indeed an incredible protective war treasure! If I have it in my hands, I will immediately have the combat power to enter the Jia Zi Book."
"Yang Qingxi, hand over this item, and we will join forces to deal with Li Weiyi. I will forgive him for his past mistakes. When the time comes, the Blood Hand Seal Armor will be yours!"
Yang Qingxi held a silver sword in his hand, his figure looming in the black mist: "I have no chance of winning against you who has entered the fourth level of the Dao Seed Realm. This is indeed a good idea!"
Wang Shu knew very well that there have never been unbreakable alliances in this world, only common interests and assessment of the situation.
So, he smiled and said, "I knew you were a smart guy. Li Weiyi's ancestral land is ruined and his future potential is limited, but I am like the rising sun, improving every day. It would be wise for you to be my ally."
Yang Qingxi walked towards him holding a ghost flag.
Suddenly.
“Ouch!”
“Wow!”
The ghost commander spit out the Turin cold fire from his mouth, and the flames poured out like a waterfall. There was no heat, but it could melt the rocks, and the silver-leaf pines on the cliff were reduced to ashes in an instant.
Wang Shu was alerted in advance and did not completely trust Yang Qingxi, so he used his body skills to avoid him dangerously.
The corner of his clothes and a strand of hair caught fire, but he quickly put out the flames.
"Yang Qingxi, I misjudged your relationship. It seems that you and Li Weiyi are truly in love. For him, you actually chose a dead end. Do you think that this ghost commander can stop me?"
Wang Shu had a very high level of comprehension. Not only did he successfully practice the great skill of "Golden Armor Moving Mountains", he also mastered the first level of the small body movement skill of "Hanging Silk Shadow Technique". His body movements were strange and his speed was incredible.
His body swayed left and right, changing unpredictably, avoiding the spear swung by the ghost commander and catching up with Yang Qingxi who was retreating rapidly.
His arms turned golden and his skin became like golden armor.
The palm knife swung down, causing the air to vibrate and explode.
“Wow!”
Yang Qingxi had no way to avoid it, so he used the Ten Sword Techniques to resist, with many sword shadows in front of him.
A slender figure flashed behind him.
That graceful figure also held a fifth-grade, hundred-character-level silver sword. She had the same figure and appearance as Yang Qingxi, but her face was pale and frightening.
It’s Yang Qingchan!
The two of them joined forces, one on the left and one on the right, and thousands of scriptures flew out from the two silver swords, forcing Wang Shu to retreat again.
Yang Qingchan was full of yin energy, with her long hair loose: "I think Wang Shu's suggestion is actually not bad. The things on Li Weiyi are more attractive and easier to deal with."
Yang Qingxi faced Wang Shu at the second level of the Dao Seed Realm. Every time they fought, he fought desperately. His injuries worsened. "If you present the ghost flag to Wang Shu, the next moment, you and I will be planted with the Six Desires Talisman by him and become his playthings on the bed. But with you, me, and the Yin Ghost Commander, we can definitely fight him. We just need to wait for Li Weiyi to come after rescuing people. With more people against fewer, the chances of winning are still very high."
"You seem to trust Li Weiyi very much?" Yang Qingchan said.
It is difficult for Yang Qingxi to describe that feeling.
During the fierce battle with Hua Yuzi, Li Weiyi once said, "As long as you are still alive, I will take you away with me." Given the critical situation at the time, it was not easy for Li Weiyi to do what he said.
When she woke up in Changqing Temple and saw Li Weiyi for the first time, she felt a deep and different emotion in her heart.
After such an experience, how could she not trust Li Weiyi?
The fight broke out again.
The spiritual power in Yang Qingchan's body is extremely high, but is restricted by her fragile body, so her combat power is extremely limited. Even when joining forces with Yang Qingxi, they can only barely restrain Wang Shu.
A group of young disciples fled down the mountain.
Only Sikong Jingyuan and Sikong Yanlun stood on the cliff in the distance, with burning excitement in their eyes.
Sikong Jingyuan stared at the ghost flag in Yang Qingxi's hand: "The legendary Durin Cold Fire! This ghost flag must have come from the ghost city deep in the netherworld of the dead. Could the dead soul sealed inside be a ghost marquis or ghost king?"
In the netherworld of the dead, the strength of the ghosts is divided into: evil spirits, ghost generals, ghost commanders, ghost marquises, ghost kings, and ghost kings.
The commander of the Yin Ghosts is equivalent to the Dao Seed Realm martial artists and spiritual masters among the human race.
Ghost Marquis is equivalent to a martial artist in the realm of immortality.
The Ghost King is equivalent to an immortal who has lived for hundreds of years.
Although they are both in the realm of immortality, the difference in strength is huge.
When Sikong Jingyuan and Sikong Yanlun were training in the netherworld of the dead, they heard that deep in the netherworld, there was a boundless ghost town called "Dongxu Ghost Town", where a being above the Ghost King dominated everything.
Its influence reaches the mysterious world with a radius of one million miles, and the six habitats including Lingxiao Habitat that are dotted in this mysterious world.
Sikong Yanlun's eyes fell on Yang Qingxi and Yang Qingchan, and he said with a smile: "These two little sixes are like rouge-colored wild horses. They have a kind of hatred that makes people want to conquer them. Moreover, their figures and beauty are both top-notch. I like them."
Sikong Jingyuan said: "Then it's a deal, the people are yours and the flag is mine."
"It's hard to say what level the dead soul sealed in the flag is at! Don't regret it if you pick the wrong one." Sikong Yanlun laughed.
“Boom!”
To the east of the Fourth Son of God’s Palace, thunder and lightning roared, and the mountain shook.
Li Weiyi used a box of thunder magic and black ice to break the protective formation of the Son of God's Palace. Holding the Yellow Dragon Sword, he walked directly into the gap in the wall.
He moved very quickly and soon found Qi Xiao and Tuoba Butuo who were locked on the stone wall in Wang Shu's training room.
The two of them were once full of vigor and vitality, and both had pure immortal bodies.
One is the number one of the younger generation of the Qi family, and the other is a genius who is the inheritor of the Tuoba clan in the northern border.
The dragon's way of cultivation has a bright future.
But now, they have been tortured beyond recognition, their blood is swallowed by Wang Shu every day, their bodies are shriveled and as thin as two hunchbacked old men with disheveled hair.
One of them was missing an arm and his body was pierced by chains.
There was a formation on the stone wall behind them. If they tried to break free and escape, or someone came to rescue them, the formation would be activated.
Li Weiyi is a three-star spiritual master. His telekinesis is stronger than that of the person who set up the formation. He quickly found the core of the two formations.
“Swish!”
The Huanglong Sword stabbed out and broke the formation on the stone wall behind Qi Xiao.
Then he swung out two swords, cut the chains that were locked on Qi Xiao, and hugged him, who was as thin as a bag of bones and weighed only sixty or seventy kilograms.
Li Weiyi felt extremely guilty and uncomfortable, blaming himself so much that he wanted to punch himself twice.
If it weren't for him, how could Qi Xiao be trapped in the Twin Rice Sect and end up like this? "Be... careful..."
Qi Xiao reminded weakly.
There was no need for him to remind him. Li Weiyi had already released his heaven and earth nerves and his perception was extremely sharp. He sensed the cold and gloomy aura approaching rapidly from above his head, but he just pretended not to know.
Wang Zhi fell from the roof, pinching the claw mark with his hand, revealing a mouthful of snow-white teeth, and imagined the scene of a claw piercing through Li Weiyi's head.
“Swish!”
Li Weiyi calculated the time and angle with great precision. He stood up suddenly and thrust the Yellow Dragon Sword upwards.
The sword's edge was sharp, and the light it emitted turned into a bright sword pillar.
"Oh no! My concealment of my aura was not able to fool him."
Wang Zhi's eyes showed shock, and he felt as if he had actively crashed into the tip of the sword.
There was no way to avoid it, so he could only mobilize all his strength and gather it in his palms, grabbing the Yellow Dragon Sword with his five fingers.
His cultivation was many times higher than Li Weiyi's, and every wisp of his magic energy was like iron cloth and divine yarn. There were no scriptures on the body of the Yellow Dragon Sword, and it was obviously of a limited grade. In his opinion, he could take it with his bare hands.
As soon as he touched it, Wang Zhi regretted it! The powerful aura he was so proud of was instantly broken by the Yellow Dragon Sword like cutting paper. His five fingers were cut off by the sword, and blood splattered all over the ground.
The dead soul in Wang Zhi's body felt pain, cried out miserably, tapped the ground with its toes, and quickly retreated to a distance.
He glanced at his hand with five broken fingers, and then looked at the Yellow Dragon Sword with great fear. He said, "There is something strange about your sword! With the strength of my magic energy, I can resist a third-grade Hundred Words weapon with my bare hands."
Li Weiyi's sword strike just now was intended to pierce Wang Zhi's head. But Wang Zhi's cultivation was too high, and his reaction was as fast as lightning. In such a dangerous situation, he only broke five fingers.
Such skills and speed made Li Weiyi feel depressed and under tremendous pressure.
This is the strength of the fourth level of Dao Seed Realm!
How to fight? There is no chance of winning.
The last time he faced Wang Zhi, he was able to escape thanks to the remaining power of Tang Wanzhou in the Shenxue Sword.
Li Weiyi put Qi Xiao into the insect bag that he had prepared in advance and calmed himself down quickly.
The stronger the enemy, the calmer you need to be.
He moved towards Tuoba Butuo step by step and said, "I am very curious. When Wang Zhi was alive, he was only at the first level of the Dao Seed Realm, and his physical strength was limited. Now that you have merged with his physical body, why can you be comparable to the strong men of the fourth level? "Because before I was refined into a soul seed by the master of the Tianli Palace, my cultivation was far higher than the fourth level of the Dao Seed Realm, and my physical body limited my strength. Otherwise, I can crush you to death with just one finger."
Wang Zhi had an extremely strong aura and was secretly refining the Yellow Dragon Sword's energy that had invaded his body, also trying to delay time.
Li Weiyi asked again: "So now, are you alive or dead?"
“Neither life nor death! If Wang Shu lives, I will live. If Wang Shu dies, I will die immediately. The Twin Rice Sect knows very well that there is no way to make us powerful dead souls truly submit, so they use this method to give the soul seeds to the Son of God, the Goddess, the elders, and the Great True Transcendence for cultivation. With the souls of the twins, they control our life and death.” Wang Zhi said.
Li Weiyi knew very well that Yang Qingxi was no match for Wang Shu and did not dare to delay any longer.
He came to Tuoba Butuo's side, seized the opportunity, and stabbed the formation node on the stone wall with a sword.
The formation is broken!
Wang Zhi had long seen through Li Youyi's purpose and was waiting for the moment when he would save people.
“Swish!”
A bone claw mark was created in the air.
Then, Wang Zhi rushed towards Li Weiyi as fast as a ghost.
Li Weiyi was prepared, and a bright and hot spiritual light surged out of his body.
The shadow of the Fusang sacred tree rose up behind him, blocking the white bone claw marks. The branches and leaves of the sacred tree burst through the roof, and the golden-red light shone on the top of Lingji Mountain.
“Wow!”
Then, thick blood mist gushed out from the Blood Handprint Demon Armor.
More than nine hundred scriptures were branded on Li Weiyi's entire body.
His mental state reached its peak. He stared at Wang Zhi and rushed forward with his sword.
He used telekinesis to resist Wang Zhi's soul attack, and used the Yellow Dragon Sword to fight against the opponent's powerful magical energy.
Li Weiyi was repelled several times, but he always kept Tuoba Butuo behind him, giving Wang Zhi no chance to get close.
In a blink of an eye, the two men exchanged dozens of blows and suddenly separated.
Wang Zhi fought very uncomfortably. He could clearly unleash the combat power of the fourth level of the Dao Seed Realm, but he was restrained by the Yellow Dragon Sword and suppressed by the Golden Crow Flame in the light and shadow of the Fusang Sacred Tree. His left hand was also severely injured in the first round.
He used soul power to attack, but Li Weiyi happened to have strong mental power and was able to resist it.
Now, we can only exert 50% to 60% of our full combat power.
"Why isn't your fighting ability that strong?" Li Weiyi asked, feeling confused.
(End of this chapter)
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