Chapter 122 Eight Directions Bewildering Array
Now that Old Man Ning and Fatty Duan are dead, and six more people left to go north along the way, there are actually only seven people left in Shihu, a number that Wang Yu can handle.
He took out the high-grade array flag that Old Man Ning had acquired. This array was different from the [Blood Mist Concealing Spirit Array] that he had bought to protect his temporary cave dwelling; it was a trapping array.
Its name is the "Eight Directions Bewildering Array". The "god" in the name refers to the god of consciousness, not the god of deity. It has the effect of confusing the consciousness of Qi cultivators, making it impossible for those in the array to discern directions.
It's a trap formation of the illusion type.
Wang Yu flicked his wrist, and with a skillful flick, eight flags, each about the length of a forearm, landed around Shihu Lake. After the air rippled, everything returned to silence.
The formation was not visible to the naked eye.
After confirming the situation, Wang Yu tore his ordinary clothes into shreds, rubbed his cheeks to create a look of terror, and began to gasp for breath.
A moment later.
The night grew even more desolate. Wang Yu landed on the surface of the stone lake from mid-air, his voice carrying into the water.
"Disaster! Disaster! Fellow Daoist Ning has been discovered by the righteous path!"
"Help! Help!"
The surface of Stone Lake immediately began to ripple. Seven men in black robes broke through the water and stood on it. Upon seeing the disheveled Wang Yu, they anxiously asked, "What happened? Where is Boss Ning?"
"Quick, come with me. Fellow Daoist Ning sent me to ask for help."
"Let's talk as we walk."
"good--"
At this moment, the situation was urgent, and there was no time to judge whether Wang Yu's words were true or false before making a choice. This was undoubtedly difficult, and no one could have imagined that Old Man Ning would be killed by Wang Yu's recklessness.
After everyone stepped into the array's range, Wang Yu approached the cultivator with the highest cultivation level who had just entered the ninth level of Qi Refining, and spoke rapidly.
"The Lord of Shihu City was captured by the righteous sects. Fellow Daoist Ning was discussing the pricing of this year's spirit slaves when a fight broke out. Many people... many cultivators."
"Then what?"
The man couldn't help but grab Wang Yu's shoulder. Before he could even hear a response, his body began to tremble uncontrollably. He stared at Wang Yu with a look of astonishment and despair!
Pfft~
With his heart still burning hot, Wang, a master of sneak attacks, would certainly not let go of such a golden opportunity. Even if he could win, why not take advantage of an easy way to kill him with one blow?
With practice, one's skills will naturally become more refined.
"Wang Yu!"
"What the hell are you doing?!"
"He killed Senior Brother Li, traitor... kill him!"
"hehe--"
The remaining six were all elites at the late stage of Qi Refining, but everything happened too fast. Under normal circumstances, it would take at least three days for Old Man Ning to return and arrange the next task.
They knew the dangers of infiltrating the Taihu Spiritual Domain and were constantly on guard against being exposed. Even after bribing the garrisoned cultivators at Black Mountain Pass, they could not let their guard down.
Because regardless of whether it's righteous or evil, internal forces are divided into factions.
Within righteous sects, there are both corrupt officials who collude with the demonic path and upright, righteous cultivators who are bound by justice and integrity. If caught, they will surely die.
Wang Yu's actions followed the principle of "speed," and everything happened before they even had time to consider whether it was "reasonable."
The [Eight Directions Bewitching Array] quietly took effect, and the six people, working together in perfect harmony, unleashed a powerful attack. The chaotic and explosive magical energy slammed into Wang Yu.
Once the colors faded, Wang Yu stood unharmed, giving everyone a mocking look.
"It's no use, you can never kill me."
Having said that, he pointed forward with his right hand.
A massive ice sword suddenly materialized and stabbed fiercely towards a cultivator at the eighth level of Qi Refining. His two companions beside him looked grave and together summoned defensive magic weapons to try and help him.
Strangely, the ice sword suddenly pierced through space, splitting two of the three people in two from behind. The ice sword was too big; although it was a thrust, it had the effect of splitting them apart.
The magical artifact, deprived of its spiritual power, plummeted towards the lake, and the four pieces of the corpse fell into the lake with a splash.
Of the seven, only four remained, and the survivors' expressions changed drastically.
Fear, terror, shock, anger, doubt—a variety of emotions were expressed, all manifested in exaggerated facial expressions.
"Impossible...impossible!"
"You're only at the Qi Refining stage, how could you possibly possess the ability to traverse space, let alone apply it to magic... No, this is an illusion!"
As a disciple of a major sect, he immediately understood the reason after suffering heavy losses from just one attack.
But so what?
On the other side, from a different perspective than the four, Wang Yu had just pocketed his spoils when, in this area on the edge of Shihu Lake, eight array flags were emitting a faint glow.
Eight ancient characters representing the eight directions appeared on a complex spiritual array, supplying the array with spiritual power, much more than he had imagined.
The four people were cursing angrily at the sky, back to back, more than five meters apart, completely out of their minds, and what they saw and heard was different from his.
The formation's effect is a bit too outstanding.
Is this really a high-grade formation for the Qi Refining stage? A doubt arose in his mind, but he didn't waste any time and ruthlessly struck.
The ice sword continued its sweeping attack, killing all seven people with almost no effort.
The murderous aura in Wang Yu's eyes intensified.
After collecting all the spoils, he dismantled the formation and landed by the stone lake to examine the eight formation flags closely.
"East, South, West, North, Northeast, Southeast, Northwest, Southwest."
This is the traditional eight directions, like the character "米" (rice) dividing heaven and earth, but just now, apart from the spirit pattern array, there were only eight ancient characters as the hub.
Wang Yu removed the Northeast Flag, Southeast Flag, Northwest Flag, and Southwest Flag from the formation and quickly discovered traces of repairs on them.
If the original patterns on the flag were exquisite works of art, then the traces of later repairs were like a child's clumsy scribbles, the difference of which could be seen even by someone who didn't understand the magic.
"Therefore, the four flags of the East, South, West, and North were reforged and are only at the first tier, while the other two eight-character flags were repaired..."
Based on this assessment, Wang Yu felt that this was likely a severely damaged set of third-tier array flags, and therefore quite valuable.
No wonder it's so effective; strictly speaking, it should reach the level of a top-tier first-order item, and it can even be used to deal with Foundation Establishment cultivators.
The only drawback is that it needs to be set up in advance, and this is a common problem for all array flag treasures. In the midst of a fierce battle, unless an opportunity is found, very few people can set up array flags midway.
"That's true. Old Ning has been in this line of work for a long time, and his face has aged. He must have some savings."
Fortunately, he chose to go directly to their door. If he had waited a while, and Old Man Ning had finished dealing with his own affairs and focused his attention on him, Old Man Ning might have struck first.
(End of this chapter)
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