Chapter 219 The Power of the Yellow Spring Skull Forming a Core! (Bonus Chapters to Come!!!)
Under the intense mental shock, their consciousness seemed to break free slightly from the control of the mind-controlling demonic sound, but they did not fully awaken. Instead, with red eyes, they suddenly engaged in a fierce battle.
No... it can't be described as war.
Instead, it was a case of me slitting your neck and you stabbing my heart; there was no resistance, and we just went and died together.
The Mind Control Demonic Sound is terrifying to beings whose spiritual sense is far inferior to their own, completely manipulating them like puppets. It is only because of the vast difference in spiritual sense between them that it can do this.
Once he reaches the Core Formation stage, this second-tier secret technique becomes insufficient unless he can extend it to the third tier.
Compared to the legacy of the ancient Heavenly Soul Sect, Wang Yu was actually more curious about the origins of Yin Ya Shangren's legacy, but now was not the time to think about those things.
At that time, the sweeping battle ended.
Wang Yu then swiftly arrived, absorbing all the living souls into the Ghostly Cry Flute, waiting for the magic weapon to transform these materials into substantial Soul-Devouring Crows.
After gathering all the storage bags and corpses, he murmured, "The evil armor and magical artifacts both need to devour souls; there's not enough to go around."
Yan Bai shifted his attention to the two Core Formation battlefields.
The battlefield between the Tier 3 Iron Golem and the Taiyin Fiend Corpse was a close contest, with each being incredibly tough. They managed to maintain a near-equal footing, with the Iron Golem slightly at a disadvantage.
The situation in Qingyang is much worse.
He was only at the first level of Core Formation, his natal magic weapon had only recently been refined, and his natal divine power had not yet been successfully inscribed. He was also distracted by sealing off the battlefield and controlling the iron puppet, so he was almost being suppressed.
His scholar's robe was tattered, his shoulder was bleeding from a punch, he was being corrupted by the ghostly energy of the underworld, and half of his body was covered in frost. He was not far from defeat.
The situation is urgent, and even with his help, the chances of winning are slim.
We must turn the tide.
At times like this, there's no need to think about holding back a few trump cards to decide the outcome. The priority is to save Qingyang's life. The two have been through life and death together many times and get along well.
It can be said that Qingyang was the person Wang Yu trusted most during his time in Guiling City.
A thought crossed my mind.
Ignoring the attack from the Core Formation cultivator, the distant Yin Fiend Corpse turned and bowed towards another battlefield.
A malevolent curse cast by a corpse!
The Taiyin Wheel of Reincarnation, the Zombie Worshiping the Moon—an incredibly terrifying corpse-path curse descended from afar, causing Huangquan Temple's Core Formation cultivator, who was about to capture Qingyang in one fell swoop, to freeze in mid-air.
When the Moon's Fiend strikes, one's energy and spirit are weakened by half.
The intense offensive suddenly froze, and Qingyang, who had fought alongside Wang Yu many times, immediately realized that the opportunity was rare and gritted his teeth to spit out a mouthful of blood essence.
With blood sacrifice, his natal magic weapon, the Crimson Crown Brush, unleashed boundless power, using the void as a canvas to attempt to draw ink marks on his enemy.
Since he didn't have time to build up the power of his ancestral treasure, he could only try using his innate divine ability, which he hadn't yet mastered, – the [Divine Painting Technique]!
With a stroke of his pen, he attempted to directly sever the connection between the target's head and body. This ability was truly astonishing, befitting the legacy of the ancient immortal dynasty.
However, the enemy was ultimately a Core Formation cultivator from the Yellow Springs Temple.
Having already received some of the true teachings of this dominant force, his Core Formation Level 3 cultivation was beyond Qingyang's reach, and the Yellow Spring Ghost Mist continuously surged from his body.
He roared in fury, refusing all attempts to modify the ink marks.
"You rogue cultivator! Today I'll show you true, superior supernatural powers!"
Suddenly, the world darkened.
The dark clouds formed by the three-tailed snow fox were covered by an even larger vortex. The Core Formation cultivator spread his arms, and a chilling white flame descended from the sky, enveloping him.
A yellowish skull, a thousand meters tall and shaped like a small mountain, suddenly appeared in mid-air.
Wang Yu recognized this supernatural power.
—【The Skull of the Underworld】!
One of the lower-level inheritances of the White Bone Demon God, and the power of the Dharma Form is a supernatural power that the Nascent Soul Venerable must cultivate. Being in a hegemonic power, this person's path is similar to that of Wang Yu.
Even if one doesn't become a true disciple, after breaking through to the Core Formation stage, one can still choose to cultivate from among the various superior inheritances within the sect, even if it's not the top-tier one.
Yet it is enough to crush rogue cultivators and build a strong foundation.
This is far more powerful than the Three Pills Flame Breathing technique. Both are at the third level of Core Formation, but their strengths are worlds apart. At this moment, Wang Yu truly recognized the difference in their strengths.
He and Qingyang killed three Core Formation cultivators in succession, including an old-generation cultivator like the Earth Puppet Demon, which gave him the illusion that Core Formation cultivators were easy to deal with.
In reality, those were all illusions he had created by rogue cultivators and second-rate forces like the Earth Demon Valley.
The fact that an unknown cultivator at Huangquan Temple had formed his Golden Core brought him such pressure.
"Green Sheep, run!"
With things hopeless, Wang Yu stopped thinking about annihilating the enemy and started thinking about how to save his own life.
"Run? Do you think you can escape?!"
The cultivator laughed wildly and eccentrically. Under his control, the Yellow Spring Skull spewed out white bone demonic flames. Despite being severely injured, he managed to deliver a powerful blow, leaving Qingyang with no strength left to resist.
Just as he was in despair, even wondering if he had chosen the wrong path, Wang Yu's third-tier melee puppet suddenly appeared and flung Qingyang away.
Taken aback, he then understood Wang Yu's thoughts.
He immediately fled into the distance without saying a word, deeply moved. Meanwhile, the puppet, burned by the White Bone Demon Flame, began to melt almost instantly.
As the saying goes, "a son sells his father's land without a care in the world," the third-tier melee puppet was not something Wang Yu had painstakingly crafted, and it was not as convenient to control as the Taiyin Sha Corpse.
He then decisively activated the puppet's self-destruct ability.
The puppets are like this; unlike cultivators with flesh and blood, their self-destruction ability is almost a must. Under Wang Yu's command, they charged forward, enduring the white bone demon flames.
It exploded with a loud bang as it approached the skull of the Yellow Springs.
Covering an area of ten miles in radius, Wang Yu, who was well-prepared, had already used the power of the Taiyin Nourishing Coffin to draw back the evil corpse.
The three-tailed snow fox was clever and resourceful. Although it only fought on the edge, it was still very close to Wang Yu. At this moment, it hid in the spirit beast pouch and began to retreat.
Wang Yu rolled over and hid inside the coffin, falling towards the deep pit where lightning struck.
Seeing this, the second Core Formation cultivator showed no intention of stopping him. He grabbed Qingyang's third-tier iron golem and hurriedly fled out of the blast radius.
He gained a lot from this battle, so there's no need for him to go in and bravely withstand this self-destruction.
Immediately afterwards.
A rumbling sound that could be heard throughout Guiling City suddenly rang out, and the earth was plowed layer by layer, quickly being eroded into a Mediterranean Sea, until the white light and dust dissipated.
A coughing sound came from the middle.
The cultivator who used the Yellow Spring Skull technique had blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, clearly suffering a serious injury. The effects of the Yin Corpse Curse on his body had not yet worn off, so he turned his gaze to his companions ten miles away.
He said in a hoarse voice, his expression annoyed.
"Qi Sheng, I'm going to chase after Qing Yang. You go to the Thunderfall Pit and capture Wang Yu alive."
Qi Sheng, a Core Formation cultivator, couldn't refuse at this point. Although the Thunder Pit was dangerous, it was still within his tolerance level for someone like him who had reached the Core Formation stage at the Yellow Springs Temple.
Compared to ordinary independent cultivators, he knew more about the inside story of this place.
The reason for capturing them alive was that Wang Yu knew about Elder Dizang and indeed needed to bring him back to get to the bottom of things.
So he went along with the other person and said, "I understand. Hurry up, the commotion here is too great, and the surrounding area is full of cities belonging to the Reverse Spirit Blood Sect. If we get caught..."
"I don't need your reminder. You'd better think about how to capture Wang Yu in this deep pit with its complicated terrain."
That's all.
The ghostly mist of the underworld swallowed it up, and its figure vanished completely.
Qi Sheng patted the spirit beast pouch at his waist, and a large bat with a pink pig nose appeared.
"Fragrant Bat, find the owner of this aura."
The aura he sensed did not belong to Wang Yu, but rather to the Taiyin Sha Corpse.
As for the Xiangluo Bat, a mythical beast, its sense of smell is a thousand times that of canine mythical beasts. Even if it is thousands of miles away, it can gradually catch up with its target. Its perception ability is also a hundred times greater than that of ordinary bats.
Even if you venture deep into the lightning-stricken pit, you won't be afraid of getting lost and unable to get out.
With the help of this strange beast, Qi Sheng had no worries about not being able to find Wang Yu.
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A bottomless pit.
After jumping in, Wang Yu avoided the aftershocks of the puppet's self-destruction, then took the initiative to flip out the Taiyin Nourishing Coffin, activated the Frost Moon Wings, and sped down, since he was still not out of danger.
When he rescued Qingyang, he had already planned out his next move.
Regardless of the outcome of this battle.
The Guiling City Lord's Mansion will surely be razed to the ground by the enraged Core Formation cultivators of the Yellow Springs Temple!
He's trapped by the formation, so he'll definitely have to find a way out.
This commotion would alarm the entire city. Given that only the Tianbao Pavilion remained in the ruins of the central district, Han Jia had to notify the people of the Reverse Spirit Blood Sect, whether he wanted to or not.
Moreover, the two had a very close relationship.
If Han Jia sends someone to Yunling Prefecture City to report the situation, coinciding with Wang Yu's first delivery of the message, it might even attract a Nascent Soul expert, at which point the crisis will resolve itself.
It is summer now, with high temperatures and few thunderstorms. It is not the season for frequent thunderstorms that cause deep craters, so the environment is less dangerous.
In addition, he knew that the bottom of the lightning crater was a maze-like environment with countless caves, which was suitable for hiding, so he took the initiative to jump down.
If they can hold out for a few days, with the speed of a Nascent Soul cultivator, they will definitely be able to reach Guiling. If they only send Core Formation cultivators... it wouldn't be a problem for them to hold out for half a month to several months.
In conclusion, the risks he faces are actually not significant.
From the moment Wang Yu embarked on his cultivation journey, he became enamored with the art of concealment, and he was indeed very skilled at playing hide-and-seek.
I don't know how much time has passed.
In the boundless darkness, only Wang Yu's eyes shone with a faint moonlight. It seemed that due to the influence of the abundant thunder energy in this place, his Yin Nether Eyes were somewhat suppressed, and he could only see the scene within a hundred meters around him.
As he continued to fall, he saw countless irregular caves, which must have been forcibly melted out by lightning, and they were truly terrifying.
A gentle breeze, seemingly from nowhere, blew into the cave.
The shrieks of vengeful spirits seemed to add to the eerie and sinister atmosphere of the place.
finally.
Wang Yu put his feet on the ground.
He quickly unleashed the combination of Invisibility and Breathless Spell, while simultaneously using the Illusionary Step to create nine illusory bodies. The aura Wang Yu infused into these illusory bodies was even stronger than usual.
They were manipulated to escape in nine directions, while the main body used the spoils of the past years to set up a concealment array on the spot, and at the same time affixed various talismans to set up a trap.
Only after completing all of this did they leave quickly.
This allowed him to confirm whether anyone was chasing him and to assess the skill of the pursuer. Although the deep pit was disturbed by the wind, it was generally quite quiet.
(End of this chapter)
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