Chapter 467： The situation between the two sides, fighting against Yuanying (4k6, please subscribe)

Chapter 467 The situation between the two sides, fighting against Nascent Soul (4k6, please subscribe)

At the same moment.

Saint Son of Faguang, who had already caught up with Ying Ziming with the help of the locating magic weapon, was stunned for a moment when he sensed that the four True Lords of Jindan who had followed Wei Tu had dispersed and fled.

Because, according to common sense, before Wei Tu encounters any major danger, he should advance and retreat together with the four Jindan True Lords from the Blood Dragon Chamber of Commerce and return to Yuanjun Island together.

How could it be like now, disbanding in the middle, as if giving up the mission of supporting Thunder Island, and having no intention of joining up with Ying Ziming's side at all.

“Wei Tu joined the Blood Dragon Chamber of Commerce not long ago and doesn’t have much affection for the Blood Dragon Chamber of Commerce.”

“He should have seen that the situation was not good, abandoned these burdens on the way, and escaped first.” After hearing the news, the ancient sect leader calmly analyzed.

He guessed that when Wei Tu escaped just now, the escape method he used must be quite mana-consuming and not long-lasting, so he did it for the sake of safety.

Of course, there is another possibility.

It was out of caution, or because he vaguely felt that there was a risk of being targeted when acting with these four Jindan True Monarchs, so he disbanded the team first.

However, this was within his expectation.

Ying Ziming is a veteran of the Blood Dragon Merchant Guild. They have already mastered the information and know that his abilities are mediocre. He is average in the Nascent Soul territory and does not have any powerful magical powers.

Suddenly, a mist of yellow sand and mist suddenly rose outside the formation of Xuan Spider's robe.

He never expected that Holy Son Faguang and the ancient sect master would spend so much money to kill him.

Ying Ziming's face turned grim. He moved his lips slightly and silently recited a few spells. Then he took out a pale golden talisman from his sleeve, opened his mouth and put it into his mouth.

Bang!

Within the sand mist, the blood escape blood shadow transformed by Ying Ziming reappeared. It was severely knocked away by a boulder and was sent back to the formation evolved from the Black Spider robe.

"Burning ancestral blood? This Ying Ziming is actually from the Zhenling family? He is really well hidden."

I saw that his sleeves and robes shook, and a lot of fine gravel fell out, and then he pinched the secret with one hand.

It was not easy for him to deal with these two treasures alone, not to mention the formation, there were also the Holy Son of Faguang and the Ancient Sect Master who were eyeing them.

  When the monks in the early stage of Nascent Soul entered the battle, they had no chance of escape except waiting for death.

 Strong perception and cautious actions were the defining labels they put on Wei Tu in their minds after their first confrontation with him.

"That makes sense!" When the Holy Son of Faguang heard this, he nodded slightly, feeling convinced by the ancient sect leader's insightful analysis.

“Deal with Ying Ziming first.”

Saint Son Faguang glanced at the ancient sect master and said.

“Pfft!” Immediately afterwards, Ying Ziming’s throat felt sweet, and he opened his mouth and spurted out a stream of blood.

This guess is more in line with his and Faguang Shengzi's judgment of Wei Tu's character and ability.

A loud noise.

“As for Wei Tu…it won’t be too late to kill him again if we have the opportunity in the future.”

Immediately afterwards, as the sand mist rolled up, the fine sand in the mist suddenly rose up in the wind and turned into boulders about ten feet in size, constantly rotating.

“Xuanzhidao robe?” Ying Ziming’s expression changed drastically.

The next moment, a bright golden light bloomed on Ying Ziming's back, transforming into a handsome blue exotic bird. When the light faded, a pair of green wings appeared behind him.

Even though the defensive strength of Thunder Island was greatly reduced due to the departure of the two of them, the interior of Thunder Island was still monolithic and difficult to shake.

Ying Ziming was determined. Without even looking at the three Golden Core Lords behind him, he bit the tip of his tongue, spit out a mouthful of blood, and turned into a blood shadow, preparing to escape before the formation closed.

Because...no normal person would be as greedy as Wei Tu, who wants money rather than his life, goes into the tiger's den alone, and then fishes in troubled waters.

First, he invited the "Xuanzhidao Robe", a big killing weapon, and then used the Divine Stone Gate, the "Ten Thousand Sand Stone" secret treasure that had been accumulated and practiced for many years.

The pan -green wings opened, and there was the width of the abbot. It suddenly fired a few times, and then saw Ying Ziming disappeared again.

After all, no matter how hard they think about it at this moment, it is difficult for the two of them to imagine that Wei Tu disbanded the support team just for his own convenience and not for any other reason.

With half a breath, you can completely escape from the formation.

However, the ancient sect master outside the formation seemed to have seen through Ying Ziming's thoughts. He was already prepared. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised and he sneered several times.

“As soon as the Black Spider robe falls off, my life or death will be uncertain. Run away now, there is no need to worry about other people.”

After all, any monk who can reach the realm of Nascent Soul and does not have some special skills can be easily killed.

Seeing this, the ancient sect leader raised his eyebrows slightly. It was obvious that the methods used by Ying Ziming also caused him some trouble.

After finishing speaking, Holy Son of Faguang suddenly raised his speed and stopped in front of Ying Ziming and others. Then he took off his robe and raised it up.

"Ten thousand sand and stones from the Shenshi Sect?" Ying Ziming turned pale with shock and called out the methods used by the ancient sect master.

This Black Spider Robe is a famous fourth-level mid-grade magical weapon of the Spider Heart Sect, which integrates a trapping formation and a killing formation.

When the Holy Son of Faguang and the Ancient Sect Master captured Ying Ziming's direction with their spiritual consciousness, they found that he was already halfway through the sand and fog.

Even if you ignore the fourth-level defense formation on the island, Yan Gongcheng and others alone are enough to drink a pot of trespassing monks.

Therefore, in their opinion, the credit behind the fact that Shicai Wei Tu and Ying Ziming were able to see through their ambush and escape immediately must have something to do with the newcomer Wei Tu.

In an instant, the gray robe swelled up in the wind, and an extremely complex hexagonal array pattern hundreds of feet in size emerged, covering the heads of Ying Ziming and the three Jindan True Monarchs following behind him.

“This is the only way to do it.”

“Thousands of sand and stones are not so easy to break!”

The ancient sect leader snorted coldly. He turned his palm, took out five thumb-sized yellow stones, and threw them into the sand mist.

In an instant, these five yellow stones, like the previous sand and stones, swelled up in the wind and turned into huge boulders, hitting Ying Ziming in the sand mist.

It's just that it's different from before.

These five yellow boulders were engraved with rows of blood-colored inscriptions. They seemed to be conscious. After Ying Ziming dodged one by one, a line of thin blood-colored chains stretched out, connecting end to end, surrounding Ying Ziming. In the middle.

Ying Ziming has considerable combat experience. He knows that as long as the five yellow boulders are closed together, they will completely block his escape direction.

He flapped his wings and rose dozens of feet into the air, preparing to escape from the stone formation.

However, at this time, other sand and rocks in the sand mist also gathered together, crashing towards him like a meteor.

Its momentum is fierce and difficult to stop.

Seeing this, Ying Ziming was forced to retreat and retracted to the place where he had just cast the spell.

But at this moment, the Ten Thousand Spiders robe also completely fell down, turning into a circular crystal wall, firmly restraining Ying Ziming and the remaining three Jindan Zhenjun.

Poof! Poof! Poof!

The crystal wall squirmed, and brightly colored spiders spewed out one after another. Their mouthparts spurted out streams of fine spider silk, and they shot toward the five Ying Zimings in the formation.

…

When Ying Ziming fell into the formation derived from the "Black Spider Robe", Wei Tu, who was thinking about pulling out his teeth from the tiger's mouth, had already used the forbidden glow of the "Tai Miao Treasure Realm" to break through the fourth-level defensive formation on Thunder Island. , sneaked into the island quietly.

“Golden elixir monk, locate the magic weapon...Have left Thunder Island half a day ago...”

Wei Tu placed one hand on the Heavenly Spirit Cap of a Spider Heart Cult Golden Core cultivator, and searched his mind for specific information about Thunder Island.

After a moment, a thoughtful look appeared on his face. Then, he seemed to have a plan in mind. In a blink of an eye, he flew away to somewhere on the island.

Before sneaking into Thunder Island, he borrowed the spiritual consciousness of the Red Dragon Ancestor to spy on Thunder Island several times. After seeing that the Holy Son of Faguang and the ancient sect master had disappeared from the ambush point, he took the courage to leave. Come in.

Happily, thankfully.

This time he made the right bet.

There was indeed a traitor within the Blood Dragon Chamber of Commerce, who secretly leaked the whereabouts and locations of him and Ying Ziming.

And the Holy Son of Faguang and the ancient sect master, who had used the locating magic weapon to grasp the positions of him and Ying Ziming, could not resist the temptation and went to hunt them down.

Nowadays, except for Yan Gongcheng, a Nascent Soul cultivator, there is no other Nascent Soul cultivator in the Thunder Island sub-rudder. God gave him a good opportunity!

Fa Guang Shengzi, Gu Sect Leader, and Yan Gongcheng, if any two of them join forces, he is not sure of victory, let alone killing one person and gaining benefits.

But it is not too difficult to face one person and kill him if he is prepared.

Now, with his legal body and dual Nascent Soul, it is far less difficult for him to face the early Nascent Soul monks than when he faced Master Hongjing before.

What’s more, according to the intelligence.

Yan Gongcheng is the weakest among the three.

“As for Brother Ziming, he should be fine. After all, he is also a veteran Nascent Soul, and it will not be difficult to escape from the pursuit of Faguang Shengzi and the other two.”

Thinking of this, Wei Tu shook his head and didn't pay too much attention.

In his opinion, the only ones who will really die during this trip to Thunder Island are the few Jindan Zhenjun who followed him and Ying Ziming.

However, he was extremely kind to these people and did not abandon them from the beginning.

As for rescuing these Jindan Zhenjun...

He is not such a good person.

After all, these people are just strangers to him. It was only during this trip that we got to know each other for a while.

Not long.

Wei Tu walked to a cave on the island.

He repeated his old tricks, restrained his own aura, then took out the Taimiao Treasure Realm and broke through the cave formation.

“Who?” The moment the magic circle was broken, Yan Gongcheng, who was meditating in the cave, noticed it.

It’s just that he finished this sentence right after he opened his mouth.

A swift and fierce punch flew into the air and pounced on his face, sending his snow-white beard flying all over the sky.

“Fourth level body refiner?”

Yan Gongcheng was shocked and turned back. At the same time, he took out a small tortoise shell shield and put it in front of him to resist the swift blow.

However, within half a breath, the tortoise-shell shield was so powerfully struck by the punch that its aura was dimmed and full of cracks.

“Is that you?” After taking this moment of respite, Yan Gongcheng finally saw clearly the cyan figure that suddenly attacked him. It was none other than the chief helmsman, Qing Weitu, who was supporting him this time.

However, he never expected that Wei Tu would be a practitioner of both law and body, and his combat prowess would be so impressive.

But obviously, Wei Tu had no intention of reminiscing about the past at this moment. After he saw the tortoise shell's small shield cracking, the blood in his body exploded instantly, his speed increased again, and he attacked Yan Gongcheng in front of him with an even faster attack.

The smaller the place, the greater the geographical advantage for the body refiner.

Once Yan Gongcheng gets the chance to escape from the cave, he will inevitably delay even longer if he wants to kill this person.

Hold your hands!

At this time, Wei Tu's palms suddenly glowed brightly, turning into elegant palm phantoms. Within ten steps of Yan Gongcheng, he slapped dozens of palms in a row.

Hand-breaking hand, this martial skill of the Tiannv sect is famous in the world of immortal cultivation. Easy to learn but hard to master.

However, after hundreds of years of practice by Wei Tu, the power of this technique he used is no less than that of the top masters of the Heavenly Lady Sect.

“It’s not that easy to kill me.”

Yan Gongcheng is not a waste either. He immediately put two defensive talismans on his body to resist Wei Tu's offensive.

At the same time, he quickly moved the magic formula and recited a series of obscure incantations.

So, at the same time that the talisman shield was destroyed by Wei Tu, Yan Gongcheng's body was already ignited with a black magic flame, protecting his whole body.

This black demonic flame is so fierce that the moment Wei Tu gets close, he feels as if he is in a furnace, his magic power is about to evaporate, and his flesh and blood are about to be burned.

At the same time, Wei Tu smelled an extremely dangerous aura in the black magic flame, which was frightening.

“What a small trick!” Wei Tu calmed down. He faced the surging demonic flames around him without dodge. His expression instantly became more calm.

Just as the black demonic flames around him were about to burn his body, a faint gray glow suddenly appeared on his body.

Under this layer of gray glow, the black magic flame rolled back the moment it touched Wei Tu, as if there was something untouchable on Wei Tu.

It is also as if the control of the demonic flame was controlled by Wei Tu in an instant.

"Impossible! This Nine Yin Zi Mother Flame is a magical power that I have practiced for seven hundred years. I have never failed in my previous fights. Why can't I even touch his body?"

Yan Gongcheng looked in disbelief.

Although the Jiuyin Zimuyan is not a powerful magical power in the world of immortality, its power has long been reached to the point where it can burn nothing under his seven hundred years of sacrifice.

At least, he had never seen anyone in the early Nascent Soul realm who could withstand his demonic flames.

But today, under the gray light of Wei Tu, it played no role at all, as if his seven hundred years of sacrifice had become a joke.

"Jiuyin Zimuyan can't do it. I don't believe you can even resist the bones of the Holy Ancestor."

Yan Gongcheng slapped his chest hard with both hands and spit out a large mouthful of blood, which was soaked in a pair of ferocious withered claws that appeared out of thin air.

As soon as the ferocious withered claws were touched by blood, skin and flesh sprouted instantly, just like a living creature, absorbing the blood gurglingly.

In less than a moment, it turned into a pair of white, tender and delicate jade palms, like the catkins of a beautiful woman.

“Is it this weird and evil thing again?”

Seeing this object, Wei Tu immediately remembered the pitch-black finger bones he encountered.

It was like this back then, absorbing the essence and blood of the Sky-Splitting Eagle little by little, and then growing stronger.

Thinking of this, Wei Tu did not dare to neglect at all. He patted the storage bag, sacrificed the Yang corpse of the Yin Yang Corpse Demon, stood in front of him, and killed him again together with him.

As a martial artist, Wei Tu was proficient in all eighteen kinds of martial arts in his early years.

At this moment, it is also very convenient to use the Yang Corpse as a weapon for the one-legged bronze man.

next moment.

Just when Wei Tu's attack was about to come, Yan Gongcheng's "ferocious claws" from the blood sacrifice finally took action. Just like the black finger bones that Wei Tu encountered back then, they had the ability to shift instantly.

Suddenly, he appeared behind Wei Tu, curled his fingers into claws, and dug hard into Wei Tu's heart like a sharp blade.

However, one learns from each adversity.

Weitu was already prepared for this. He raised his arms to raise the corpse. The arms of the corpse were under his control in an instant. He folded his arms and blocked him behind him.

A loud bang!

Haunted his ferocious claws hit Yang Corpse.

Its power should not be underestimated. Even though Yang Shi's body had reached the mid-fourth level, it still pierced his arm bone.

Fortunately, the power of the ferocious claws has exhausted at this point.

Seeing this opportunity, Wei Tu immediately controlled the Yang Corpse, controlled its mouth to spit out cold corpse air, and sprayed it on the "ferocious claws".

Immediately afterwards, Wei Tu lifted up his sleeves and robe, and shot out his Yuan Zhong Divine Light, wrapping the ferocious claws tightly.

After this series of actions is completed.

Without saying a word, Wei Tu stepped forward again and attacked Yan Gongcheng.

At this time, Yan Gongcheng had already used all his methods. No longer capable of resisting Wei Tu's close combat.

“No!” After several moves, Yan Gongcheng showed an unwilling look on his face and slapped the Tianling Cap, preparing to release his Yuan Ying from his body and escape from the dead situation.

But it’s a pity.

The place Wei Tu chose was his cave, surrounded by formations.

This place is like a prison.

His escape speed was delayed by this, and he was instantly captured by Wei Tu. Just like Yuanying, the Master of the Red Mirror, he fell into Wei Tu's palm.

(End of this chapter)