Chapter 218 Unparalleled Xiao Yu of the Yellow Springs Temple
After absorbing the Great Elder of the Bai family, in addition to the changes in his spiritual root, Wang Yu even felt that his life essence had increased, which meant that his lifespan limit had increased.
This change was not explained in the Demon Embryo Mystic Origin Secret Incantation.
This made him feel very strange.
"Why didn't you notice it last time, or is it because..."
Just as he was thinking, a cloud of ghostly mist suddenly appeared beside him, and a figure holding a dagger stabbed him fiercely!
Wang Yu's expression changed, and his divine sense surged forth, condensing into the Soul-Shattering Finger midway, which he swirled towards the ghostly mist. With his right hand, he grabbed the wrist of the attacker in an instant.
He flipped his palm upside down, and the third-tier Ice Dragon Flame surged forth.
"Ahhh—"
In close combat, the ferocity of the attack is unpredictable. The attacker was highly skilled and a formidable opponent, yet he was still quickly defeated in the lightning-fast battle.
Entangled by the icy flames, the Yellow Springs Ghost Mist could no longer hold on and finally revealed its true form.
"Late stage of Foundation Establishment...that's it?"
With a thought, a beam of spiritual light shot out from Wang Yu's waist, transforming into the shape of an octagonal glass lamp that spun behind his head—the Glass Soul Lamp.
The soul fire that reached directly to the divine consciousness bloomed, and together with the Ice Dragon Flame, the double scorching heat turned this person into a truly charred corpse in no time.
At this level, one is at most an outer sect steward, stronger than a rogue cultivator, but only slightly stronger.
The gray-white vision of searching for demons in the mountains unfolded in Wang Yu's eyes. He said, "Come out. Since you've made your move, don't even think about hiding anymore."
The words fell.
Clusters of ghostly mist from the underworld appeared, totaling nineteen clusters. Including the one who had died, there were exactly twenty people. The leader made no attempt to conceal his cultivation level.
"Late stage of Core Formation..."
Wang Yu's eyes shifted, finally sensing the pressure. Without making a sound, he pinched a teleportation talisman and said:
"Fellow Daoists of Huangquan Temple, what is your intention in crossing the border to seize the sacred offerings belonging to the Reverse Spirit Blood Sect? Do you want to start a war?"
"Start a war? With your skills?"
The Core Formation cultivators from Huangquan Temple stepped out of the Huangquan Ghost Mist, their disdain overflowing.
Wang Yu continued, seemingly unconcerned.
"You seem to have misunderstood the nature of this matter. The Sacred Offering System has been maintained in the territory of the Holy Sect for thousands of years, and no outsider has ever tried to seize it. You have committed a grave taboo, and what are you plotting here?"
“If I were you, I would already be preparing for my death. The Yellow Springs Temple will not protect you.”
"Heh, how arrogant!"
"If I told you that this was an order from within the temple, what would you do? Now... kneel down and become my servant, and I might consider sparing your life."
Wang Yu narrowed his eyes. Sure enough!
Through these verbal probing questions, they successfully tricked the mastermind behind it all into revealing themselves.
But... why would Huangquan Temple do this? Guiling City is located on the border; could it be to claim sovereignty over the Dongjijing Ruins?
This is unreasonable. After all, the ruins are there, and the territory of Yunling Prefecture has been established for over a thousand years. There's no reason to start fighting for it now since we didn't fight for it before.
He couldn't help but recall a piece of information he had once received.
"Can you represent the Yellow Springs Temple? Or... Elder Ksitigarbha?"
"You know that?!"
Now that the Core Formation cultivator had revealed more information, Wang Yu immediately concluded that this was not a strategic objective of the Yellow Springs Temple, but rather the personal doing of this Ksitigarbha Elder.
Whatever his schemes are, they're no longer important.
After obtaining this conjecture.
This matter has escalated from a local conflict to a diplomatic one, and he should not bear it alone. He can only be thankful that he sent a messenger to Yunling Prefecture before he came.
All he needs to do is survive this crisis.
Thinking of this, he suddenly lowered his head.
“Senior, I am willing to join the Yellow Springs Temple. Whether Elder Ksitigarbha agrees or not, I can ask him for his opinion. What do you say?”
As he spoke.
Wang Yu spread his arms, looking completely harmless, and gradually approached the late-stage Core Formation cultivator. The other party didn't seem to care about his strength and was still frowning in thought.
It's unclear what Wang Yu is up to, but since he knows about Elder Dizang, he shouldn't be the one to decide life and death. If he disrupts this elder's plans, he would be guilty even if he were to die a thousand deaths.
He said as the two men drew within three steps of each other.
"Come with me."
"no problem."
In an instant, Wang Yu took three steps in one, grabbing the Core Formation cultivator's wrist.
The other party was surprised, but did not sense any danger.
What are you doing?
"Get closer."
Looking at Wang Yu's grinning, revealing his neat white teeth, he suddenly sensed something was wrong; spatial power was taking effect on him.
"What situation..."
The next instant, the teleportation talisman took effect, teleporting this guy to the location that Wang Yu had set up in advance—the Guiling City Lord's Mansion!
Due to the large-scale search, only a few dozen regular personnel were stationed in the city lord's mansion. Wang Yu activated the [Spirit Sealing and Life-Slaying Array] remotely.
With the effectiveness of this formation, even if that person is a late-stage Core Formation cultivator from a dominant power, they won't be killed, but they can be restrained for several months, preventing them from leaving.
By now, the people from Yunling Prefecture should have arrived.
When other dominant forces are involved, we must remain on high alert. Moreover, Wang Yu has the support of the three Nascent Soul clans, so he must have already given instructions, and his reaction speed will only be faster.
Having unexpectedly sent the person away, Wang Yu immediately shouted, "Qingyang!!!"
The battle began in an instant, and the scroll painting, stretching for dozens of miles, combined with the snow jade, completely sealed off this frozen land.
The ink strokes brought life to the brush, and the ink beasts were unleashed, launching an attack on the remaining eighteen wisps of ghostly mist.
Only then did Wang Yu realize the strength of the remaining people.
Two early-stage Core Formation cultivators, four late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivators, eight mid-stage Foundation Establishment cultivators, and two early-stage Foundation Establishment cultivators—they were very powerful, but still within his capabilities.
The blue sheep, which had been hidden for a long time, fell from the dark clouds.
Amidst the howling wind and snow, Wang Yu released the third-tier iron puppet he had previously acquired, while Wang Yu released the Taiyin Fiend Corpse, whose puppet was severely damaged and was currently being repaired.
The attack is only capable of three strikes at a time, so we must seize the opportunity.
Therefore, Qingyang dealt with one Core Formation cultivator, Shashi and Tie Goulei dealt with another Core Formation cultivator, and Wang Yu himself was like a tiger among sheep, unleashing a large-scale release of Bingchi Danyan.
This caused the frozen earth field released by Xueyu to be shrouded in blue ice flames, with ghostly mist rising. All enemies were forced to flee from it and use their own methods to fight against the ink-wash beast that Qingyang had initially released.
The battle was about to break out, and it almost immediately escalated to a life-or-death struggle.
The environment was extremely unfavorable for the group from Huangquan Temple.
It was almost as soon as the war started.
Two rapidly spinning ice wheels sliced two early Foundation Establishment cultivators in half. Wang Yu prioritized eliminating the weakest members of the enemy force.
A few breaths later, the four late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivators killed the entangled ink-wash beasts and immediately began to attack Wang Yu.
"Underworld Ghost Claw!"
"Earthly Nether Finger!"
"Shadowless Sword Technique - Formless Sword Qi!"
"Ghost Eyes·Huan!"
The imposing ghost claws and earth-shattering fingers were both hundreds of meters in size, and the invisible sword energy was even more difficult to detect with the naked eye, yet he could feel the sharp, piercing sensation coming from behind him.
This encirclement and killing technique is smooth in rhythm, with three attacks and one control. If it were an ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivator, they would be instantly annihilated.
Unfortunately, the target was Wang Yu.
That single illusionary control technique was one of its biggest weaknesses; in an instant, crescent moon marks appeared in its eyes.
They only exchanged a glare, and the other person, like a bird with broken wings, plummeted straight to the ground.
Taking advantage of the opportunity, the three-tailed snow fox slammed its fist on the ground.
A 30-meter-long ice spike shot out swiftly, and with the combined effect of the two, it actually strangled the Foundation Establishment cultivators who were controlled by the Moon Illusion.
"—Soul-Devouring Evil Armor!"
With a low shout, the demonic technique he had nurtured for many years shone brightly once more. Wang Yu exerted all his strength and charged towards the claws of the Yellow Springs.
He charged in, taking the opportunity to dodge the first wave of attacks from the Earthly Nether Finger and the Invisible Sword Qi. Then, he unfolded his Frost Moon Wings, his speed increased dramatically, and he rushed into the formation of the eight Foundation Establishment stage cultivators.
in this way.
Fearing that they might injure their companion, the three had no choice but to restrain themselves and instead pursue the enemy.
Wang Yu then grabbed the claw of a water-ink evil dragon, flipped over, and delivered a flying kick.
The Yinming Demon Dragon burst forth with its blood and qi, smashing a Foundation Establishment cultivator who was struggling to deal with the painted beast into a bloody mist!
With a whoosh, the ice wheel shot out again, specifically targeting those in the mid-Foundation Establishment stage who were struggling to cope. In just over ten breaths, three more people had fallen.
Wang Yu tilted his head back and swallowed a top-grade Rejuvenating Pill.
The crystal soul lamp above its head spewed out eight streams of soul fire, attacking everyone nearby.
Meanwhile, after being nurtured for several years by the Treasure Nourishing Liquid, the Ghost Cry Flute, a magic weapon that had jumped from a second-tier top-grade to a third-tier low-grade, appeared in his hand.
This magical artifact was already quite strong. After being gently enhanced by the Treasure Nourishing Liquid, its form did not change much. However, on the jade-like flute, there were now many raven-like patterns.
The effects of the Ghostly Weeping Bamboo have been fully activated, giving it the ability to devour living souls and evil spirits, and to release ghosts, making it similar to the magical artifacts and treasures of the Soul Banner series.
It has a natural affinity with the Soul-Devouring Sound of the Dark Crow.
"Waaah—"
He brought it to his lips, and under the guidance of his third-level divine sense, the power of the Soul Sound Secret Technique was brought to its fullest potential, not to mention the enhancement of Wang Yu's near-perfect mastery.
The power of a magical artifact cannot be fully activated without magical power.
Therefore, only when the hundred-meter-wide ghost realm was deployed, within this range, countless soul-devouring ravens rapidly spawned and launched indiscriminate attacks in all directions.
Combined with the massive number of ink-painted beasts left behind by Qingyang, it dealt a devastating blow to the cultivators of Huangquan Temple, with corpses falling like rain.
Wang Yu forcibly extracted the living soul and merged it into the Ghost Cry Flute, instantly adding eight second-tier Soul-Devouring Crows.
At this moment.
The three pursuers turned around and ran towards the Core Formation battlefield, exclaiming, "Sir, something's wrong with this person! The techniques he masters and uses all seem to be at the perfect level! And he even has a magic weapon to help him!"
"hehe--
"Trying to run now? Too late!"
Wang Yu flicked his fingers, and the Ghostly Cry Flute transformed into a beautiful melody. The leftmost of the three fleeing men suddenly unleashed his magical weapon and stabbed at his companion.
"Pfft~"
"Zhou Zhen...you...uh!"
The companion on the right drew his longsword and delivered a fatal blow to the man in the middle. The two men attacked from behind, and the man fell to his death on the spot.
(End of this chapter)
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