Chapter 53: Hunting King Teng, Counterattack Yaoguang
Chapter 53: Hunting King Teng, Counterattack Yaoguang
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Before the person arrives, his divine consciousness arrives first. Just one shout is enough to kill an ordinary cultivator. Wang Teng's soul and divine consciousness are indeed powerful.
Ye Fan had taken the divine fruit from the ancient forbidden land before, and his divine consciousness turned into a golden divine lake, which was much more powerful than that of ordinary cultivators, so he was able to resist.
Xia Jiuyou, Heihuang, and Saint Yaoguang all had their own methods to resist this kind of shout.
The figure on the horizon quickly enlarged, came over at a very fast speed, stepped down, and treated the four of them as ants.
It seems that Saint Yaoguang is very serious about luring Wang Teng out. He must have given him some information saying that the murderer who killed his Wang family members is here.
Xia Jiuyou took the lead and threw out a set of formation flags, blocking all directions, and the divine chains were like a net, trying to imprison Wang Teng.
This set of formation flags can seal even a powerful person for a period of time, and is more than enough to deal with Wang Teng who is in the Dragon Transformation Secret Realm.
Ye Fan also summoned the evil spirit of the earth veins and transformed into a rising dragon. Two meteorites added the finishing touch and cooperated with Xia Jiuyou's formation flag to strangle Wang Teng.
But when the formation flags and divine chains were about to lock Wang Teng, he became alert in advance, stopped suddenly, and then summoned an ancient chariot.
The ancient chariot flew across the sky with a rumbling sound, and as it rolled past, it actually smashed the divine chain formed by the interweaving of the formation flags, shattering the dragon-shaped essence of the earth veins that Ye Fan had summoned, and even cracks appeared on the eight formation flags.
Fortunately, Ye Fan did not expect to defeat Wang Teng so easily.
"What, the King's Chariot?" Xia Jiuyou didn't expect that the other party had such a good thing in his hand, and he shattered her formation flag in one fell swoop.
I thought it could be easily solved, but I didn't expect that Wang Teng also had a treasure in his hand.
It seems that she can only take out the forbidden weapon given to her by her master for self-defense. She once secretly swore that she would not use this forbidden weapon unless it was to save her life, and she would defeat the enemy with her own strength.
But Wang Teng was not among them. He was at a much higher level than her and had a king's chariot. There was no way he could be her opponent.
At this time, the Black Emperor's arrangement was also activated. Eighty-one jade disks emerged, with countless intertwined traces of Dao on them, connecting into a divine chain of laws, evolving into a sea of killing, with wind and thunder rising in all directions, and a scene of destruction.
Wang Teng and the ancient chariot were hit by the vast ocean of Tao and flew backwards. There were several thunder-like marks on the ancient chariot.
But then the wind died down and the thunder dissipated, and the eighty-one jade disks shattered into pieces, becoming completely scrapped and unusable.
"Damn it, can you be more reliable, you dead dog? How come you can only land one attack?" Ye Fan questioned.
"Woof, it's good that these materials can work for a moment!" Black Emperor argued, "This is the formation pattern of the One-horned Emperor. Ordinary materials can't bear it. Even if it is used to deal with the powerful, it is enough. Who knew that he had the king's magic weapon!"
The Holy Son Yaoguang, who was wearing a gray cloak, did not take any action. Instead, he silently took two steps back and watched with a sneer.
Fight me, fight me, you are all my food.
A trace of blood flowed from the corner of Wang Teng's mouth, and he was horrified.
That terrifying Dao Mark could hurt him even through the King's Divine Weapon. If it hadn't lasted for such a short time, he would have been in danger.
After realizing that he had only escaped danger, Wang Teng realized that these people had deliberately lured him here with false information in order to ambush him.
He glanced at him coldly, with a murderous look in his eyes.
"You are such a coward, how dare you kill me? I will bury you all here!"
He showed his power and used his profound skills. The ancient chariot regained its brilliance. Thirty-six blue dragons, thirty-six red birds, thirty-six white tigers, and thirty-six black tortoises guarded him, making him look like a celestial emperor descending to earth to fight against the rebels.
Ye Fan: This scene is similar to that of Saint Yaoguang. Were you taught by the same master?
Besides, don’t you feel crowded?
Facing Wang Teng's sudden attack, Ye Fan turned his palm, and a black skull with a texture like a crystal gem appeared in his hand.
In an instant, cold air filled the air, cold wind howled, and the seven orifices of the skull consumed and emitted the holy power of Taiyin, which turned into cold light and shot out.
The skull flew past, and the ancient chariot shattered. Wang Teng was pierced through the chest by a ray of Taiyin holy power. Frost covered and solidified half of his body. His blood and energy, which had been tempered by thousands of times, were as fragile as paper in front of the saint's skull.
He couldn't believe that the other party actually had a saint's skull in his hand, and he was knocked off the chariot. His body was frozen by the Taiyin Holy Power, and the Kuhai Dao Palace was frozen, making it difficult to mobilize divine power.
Seeing this, Xia Jiuyou put away his forbidden weapon.
There was no need for her to take any action at all, and she just broke a set of formation flags for nothing.
Ye Fan, wearing a stone mask and holding the saint's skull, came forward and looked down at Wang Teng who had fallen to the ground. "Sorry, I came to you just to borrow your front word secret."
Wang Teng sneered, “Even if I destroy it, I won’t give it to you!”
"If you don't give it to me, then I will take it from your memory myself." The golden divine consciousness between Ye Fan's eyebrows surged, and he turned into a golden little man and walked out. He stretched out his golden palm towards Wang Teng's sea of consciousness, trying to take away his memory.
“Hahahaha!” Wang Teng laughed loudly, and his divine consciousness condensed into his own image and rushed out from his brows. Moreover, it was more than ten times stronger than Ye Fan’s divine consciousness. He laughed wildly and said, “You dare to take my memory with your divine consciousness cultivation? You are really courting death.”
He practiced the secret of the first word, and his soul was the strongest. Wang Teng thought that Ye Fan's approach of not using the holy weapon but trying to forcibly search his memory with his divine sense was seeking death.
In a contest of divine consciousness, he is confident that he can kill people with his soul scattered to pieces!
A divine thought that was ten times more powerful than Ye Fan's turned into a giant and pounced on him. Ye Fan's divine thought was shattered by it, and he was unable to resist its attack at all. Wang Teng's soul was about to be destroyed, and he was turned into a walking corpse. He fought back in a desperate situation.
The Holy Son Yaoguang made a "tsk" sound and just watched quietly from behind.
Ye Fan held the saint's skull in one hand, and in the other hand, a rotten wooden stick appeared, and he hit Wang Teng's mind with it.
Bang!
The giant figure condensed by Wang Teng's spiritual consciousness suddenly shattered, rolled back and was hit back into his sea of consciousness. His will was blurred and he stood there stupidly.
One-hit KO
Ye Fan was still a little worried.
After all, the former secret practitioner specializes in cultivating the primordial spirit, so maybe the other party is just pretending?
He picked up the beating whip that was specially used to beat the soul and played him a piece of percussion music of the state of etiquette, bang bang bang bang... After a series of beatings, Wang Teng became a prominent figure.
After making sure that the other party's spiritual thoughts were shattered and his consciousness was scattered, Ye Fan used his spiritual thoughts to probe into his sea of consciousness, plundering his memories and examining them carefully.
The Ancient Emperor's Scripture, the Secret Technique, and the Secret of the Foreword...
Yes, there was no seal in Wang Teng’s sea of consciousness.
Ye Fan had captured a member of the Ji family before, and wanted to forcibly plunder the Emperor's Scripture, but the other party's memory of the Emperor's Scripture was sealed and self-destructed, preventing him from obtaining it.
The ancient family was quite strict in keeping this matter secret, but Wang Teng was not one of them.
Maybe he is more confident.
Huh? Did he get the secret of his first character from a piece of wood?
Ye Fan Wang Teng searched the wooden piece with the secret of the front word and threw it behind him, saying: "This is the secret of the front word."
Then, he fished out two golden talismans from Wang Teng’s sea of suffering.
One is intact and the other is broken.
The Nine-Turn Divine Talisman, the Death-Substitute Emperor Talisman refined by the Great Emperor Luan Gu, there are actually two of them?
The group owner didn’t say that.
Ye Fan quickly put it away.
He doesn't need any other spoils, this is enough for him.
Hei Huang grabbed the wooden piece that recorded the secret of the previous word, but Xia Jiuyou did not try to grab it at all, because the secret technique had been agreed to be shared, and they didn't dare to deny it.
Therefore, the wood chip was at most kept as a souvenir, and she had no interest in it.
"Have you guys cleaned up everything?"
At this time, Holy Son Yaoguang asked in a sinister tone, which was completely different from his usual sacred temperament shrouded in holy light, as if he had become a different person.
"Not bad, the secret of the first word has been found."
Ye Fan took off his mask and turned to look at the Holy Son Yaoguang.
The Holy Son of Yaoguang also took off his gray cloak and threw it aside. He looked at Ye Fan and Xia Jiuyou with a pair of eyes, and a bloody smile slowly formed at the corners of his mouth. "Now that the matter is done, it's time to send you on your way. I will accept your gifts!"
After Saint Yaoguang finished speaking, none of the expected expressions appeared on Ye Fan and the others' faces. The two men and the dog all sneered.
He subtly felt something was wrong.
But with the trump card in hand, he was not afraid. He took out a blood-red jade tower and said in a deep voice: "It's just a saint's skull. It's still inferior to the real saint soldiers!"
The Blood Jade Tower flew out, filled with the aura of a saint, suppressing Ye Fan and the others. Ye Fan offered up the saint's skull in his hand, and the black Taiyin holy power flowed, protecting them, but it was gradually pressed back into the skull by the jade tower and was difficult to resist.
This is actually a real holy weapon, not a semi-finished product like the saint's skull in Ye Fan's hand.
Seeing that the situation was settled, Saint Yaoguang said with a smile, "Don't you know that you hunted Wang Teng, but I hunted you? I accept the two best origins. When I attain enlightenment in the future, you two will have a share of the credit."
But suddenly, the Blood Jade Tower that was suppressing Ye Fan and the others disappeared out of thin air, and the Holy Son Yaoguang felt that his connection with the Holy Soldiers had been cut off.
"You are dreaming." Ye Fan sneered, "If you want to take the origin of my holy body, I will stand right here and see if you can survive and take it!"
"Hmph!" Xia Jiuyou was too disdainful to say anything more to him and just snorted coldly.
Something is wrong, very wrong!
The strongest trump card in his hand suddenly disappeared, and Saint Yaoguang was a little panicked.
"Ancestor?" Saint Yaoguang asked in a trembling voice, "Did you take back the holy weapon?"
He felt as if he had fallen into a trap.
"Are you looking for him?" an old voice sounded.
puff
A man was thrown in front of the Holy Son Yaoguang. He was the ancestor of his lineage, who had taught him ruthless scriptures and secret techniques, and had placed many hidden players in various sects.
This time, Ye Fan and Xia Jiuyou went hunting for the Holy Body, and they also obtained the other party's consent. They requested a holy weapon and followed in person to prevent any accidents.
There is confirmed information that Jiang Taixu was reminiscing about the past and revisiting the old place, and was not looking after Ye Fan.
With the ancestor's strength, combined with a holy weapon handed down from generation to generation, it should be foolproof.
But at this moment, the ancestor was thrown in front of the Holy Son Yaoguang like a dead dog.
It’s over.
The Holy Son Yaoguang turned pale, realizing that he was in a desperate situation today, so he forced himself to fight to the last, "Brother Ye, can we reconcile? I am willing to give everything."
Ye Fan held the saint's skull in one hand and the divine whip in the other, his eyes were cold, and his expression was self-evident.
(End of this chapter)