Chapter 272 Muddy Waters (2)
Looking at the wailing crowd, Master Ding Jing and Fei Han were also bewildered. Neither of them had received any instructions from Luo Xuanyi to poison, but the situation before them was clear.
"Clouds break!"
"yes!"
Yunpo raised her brush and with a single stroke, the long-prepared formation suddenly emerged, transforming the four courtyard walls and the sky into a scroll. With a single wave of her hand, she scooped up all five scrolls, leaped backward, and fell into the empty space beyond them.
Bai Zhen, carrying Fei Han and Li Zhiyan in one hand each, leaped into the void with Master Ding Jing. Only the three-legged square tripod and the three elders of the Black Wood Sect remained in the void. The figures around and in the sky had all vanished, leaving only the phantom remnants of the formation.
The Cloud Breaking Formation would destroy a hundred miles of land and could not be used here. To prevent Fei Tong from escaping or affecting Longlan City, the sub-formation she had set up in advance - the projection painting formation - came in handy.
Now, Fei Tong, Yang Quan, and Tong Zidu were all in the painting world, unable to be disturbed by outsiders. Although it was unknown how long the painting world could hold a cultivator in the Void Refinement Stage, it was enough to delay them for a short while.
The released monks collapsed to the ground, with only a handful of Blackwood Sect monks untouched by the poison rushing to take their pulses. Bai Zhen dragged Fei Han to direct the movement, while Ding Jing Zhenren and Yun Po focused their attention on the painting before them.
The three of them could be distinguished simply by their clothing. The slender man in white was Yang Quan, the flowing green was Tong Zidu, and Fei Tong wore the dark green robe of a poison cultivator, with bursts of black mist emanating from his sleeves.
As the black mist floated out, the ink and color painted on the entire scroll immediately melted, and even the scroll itself began to make a "sizzling" corrosion sound.
This was a poisonous blow that almost broke the world apart across space! Yun Po saw it and immediately broke out in a cold sweat.
However, Tong Zidu's green shadow flashed by, and he opened his mouth and spit out a golden needle, which drew spiritual energy like a silk thread to sew up the black fog, and the black fog immediately disappeared like ice and snow melting.
As the Poison Saint Sect that specializes in making poisons and the Xuanhu Sect that specializes in saving people and detoxifying, they are the spear and shield, and are difficult to break.
A white robe flashed, and nine incense sticks flew and hit Fei Tong's face. It was Yang Quan who took action to break the stalemate.
Fei Tong instantly flicked her robe to unseal the incense stick, which then erupted into a wisp of purple smoke. A large mass of purple spread across the scene, instantly engulfing Mo Ying.
Purple smoke pierced the scroll, wisping it into the air. As soon as Ding Jing and Yun Po inhaled, they felt the world melt and spin, their memories of the celestial circulation distorted. They quickly stepped back, taking two Qingchen Pills before gradually regaining consciousness.
Even the slightest bit of energy released from the fight between the Void Refining masters was enough to destroy the ants below the Void Refining level. If they hadn't been trapped in the world within the painting, no one would have been able to protect Longlan City this time.
A demonic shadow flickered faintly within the purple smoke. Two ink sacs, each the size of a pigeon egg, blasted a clearing, completely poisoning the mountains within the painting. Fei Tong flew out in panic, but Yang Quan followed closely, and the two exchanged dozens of blows in a flash.
In the distance, Tong Zidu had unknowingly produced a jade vase, gently tilted it, and a drop of water, white as jade, fell from it. This drop transformed into a drizzle, spreading across the entire scene and exuding a cleansing atmosphere. Wherever Fei Tong went, the drizzle enveloped his head.
Yang Quan took out ten thin bone scraping knives and stabbed Fei Tong several times. Fei Tong gradually showed signs of weakness, and the scroll became so broken that it began to tremble.
"Fei Tong is about to lose." Yun Po shook his head and took a few steps back. "Although he is in the Void Refinement Stage, the two elders are at the same level as him, and Elder Tong is even more skilled in the art of medicine."
"Poison cultivation has long been declining. I'm afraid that after the incident with Elder Fei Tong, no one will want to join the Poison Saint Sect anymore."
Zhenren Dingjing was about to answer when he suddenly looked into the scroll.
"Hurry and throw the scroll out of Longlan City! Fei Tong is about to self-destruct!"
"Fei Tong, you have selfishly destroyed the ten-thousand-year reputation of the Black Wood Sect! If you still have any conscience, surrender!"
Yang Quan shouted sternly, and nine of the ten boning knives in his hand had already sunk into Fei Tong's body. Fei Tong's skin and flesh were now sagging, as if he had aged hundreds of years in an instant, a terrifying sight.
But when he heard this, Fei Tong laughed out loud.
"Hahaha! What's with the ten-thousand-year reputation! The way of medicine, herbs and poisons, the Blackwood Sect has long been dead!"
He raised his hand to cover his collapsed face, a fervent light flashing in his eyes as he laughed tears of joy. Wiping away his tears, he suddenly pointed at Yang Quan: "You, Yang Quan, developed the Midie Sect into the largest sect of the Black Wood Sect, so what?"
"And you, Tong Zidu," Fei Tong pointed at Tong Zidu again and bent over to laugh, "Haha, you have earned the reputation of the world's medical god. Great, really great!"
His expression changed, and Fei Tong growled through gritted teeth, "Have you created any new pharmacopoeia? Have you made any progress in the path of greatness?"
"Midi Sect, Xuanhu Sect, your ways have been stagnant for a thousand years without an inch of progress. You're just occupying the name and resources, and you're full of people who are just seeking fame and reputation!"
"They deserve to be exterminated so that the science of poison can be developed!"
"That's nonsense!" Yang Quan retorted coldly, "You think you can develop your Poison Saint Sect by exterminating us? I think you've poisoned your own brain!"
"Hahahaha, your vision is so narrow! You only see the Black Wood Sect!" Fei Tong laughed and opened his arms, his eyes showing madness. "But, there's no need for you to understand."
"You two corrupt men, turn to dust with me and lay the foundation for the great path of poison cultivation!"
"boom!"
Yun Po hurriedly threw the scroll out, and it immediately exploded in mid-air!
The shockwaves of the poisonous gas shook the entire Longlan City, bricks and wood flew and shattered, and the ground was shaken and cracked!
Yet, this was merely a wave of the foreboding, revealed by the crack in space. When a Void Refining cultivator self-destructs, it's not his body that explodes, but the Dao seed within his heart. Even the Dao itself would be shaken.
The sky darkened inexplicably, though the sun was still shining brightly in the sky, and there was not a single cloud in the sky. The people in Longlan City, huddled in panic on the streets, felt their hearts tremble and their legs race.
"Plop, plop."
It's not a heartbeat, it's something calling.
A star in the sky lit up and then fell.
It was a wisp of light green smoke, covering the entire Longlan City like a bat with its wings spread out, but it had no head. There was only a human face with closed eyes embedded in its belly, and venom was constantly dripping from its eyes, nose and mouth.
The poisonous beast was hidden in the coffin. As it flapped its wings, a sound like a heartbeat came from the hollow bones inside.
“Plop.”
Come, all the plants and trees in the sky and earth, turned into poison, are my people.
“Plop.”
A poisonous weed emerged from someone's head and grew rapidly.
"Oh my, are we late?"
A pair of big hands held the coffin in their palms and threw it up!
"Go back, go back."
Just like that, the stars in the sky dimmed.
The shaking of the earth stopped.
The half-body phantom of Taoist Ben Yu peeked out from the top of the city wall. He looked around, picked up the broken scroll on the ground, shook it gently, and the seriously injured and dying Yang Quan and Tong Zidu inside fell into his palm.
"Ah, they're so badly injured." He scratched his head and shouted to the city, "I'll take these two kids back to heal their injuries first. The rest is up to you, Xiao Ding!"
The phantom gradually vanished, its aura alone carrying Yang Quan and Tong Zidu through space. Master Ding Jing pushed aside Bai Zhen, who was blocking his way, and looked up at the afterimage on the horizon.
This was the power of the Taoist Ben Yu who was in the middle stage of the Spiritual Transformation Realm. However, the Taoist Ben Yu had not even arrived in person, only a shadow.
If he obtained the strange cultivator’s skills… Master Ding Jing clenched his fists.
"Master, please give the order to clean up the mess!" Bai Zhen said anxiously.
Master Ding Jing released his hand and nodded slightly.
Second update~
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