Chapter 219: The Power of Huangquan's Skull Dan!
Chapter 219: The Power of Huangquan's Skull Dan! (Continue to add more!!!)
Under the intense mental shock, their consciousness seemed to slightly break free from the control of the mind-controlling devil sound, but they did not fully wake up. Instead, they suddenly fought in a group with red eyes.
No...it can't be described as a war.
Instead, I wiped your neck and you stabbed my heart, without any resistance, and we died together.
The Demonic Sound of Controlling the Mind is terrifying to those whose consciousness is far lower than its own. They are completely manipulated like puppets. He can only do this because of the huge gap in their consciousness.
When he reached the Jindan stage, this second-level secret technique was no longer sufficient, unless he could derive it to the third level.
Compared to the inheritance of the ancient Tianhun Sect, Wang Yu was actually more curious about the source of Master Yin Ya's inheritance, but now was not the time to think about these things.
At that time, the sweeping battle ended.
Wang Yu then quickly fled over and sucked all the living souls into the Ghost Flute, waiting for the magic weapon to transform all these materials into substantial Soul-Eating Crows.
After collecting all the storage bags and corpses, he whispered, "The evil armor and magic weapons all devour souls, they are not enough~"
With that, he shifted his attention to the two Jindan battlefields.
On the battlefield between the third-order iron puppet and the Taiyin evil corpse, each was tougher than the other, barely maintaining an even state, with the latter being slightly at a disadvantage.
Qingyang is in a terrible situation.
He had only reached the first level of Dan Jin, his innate magic weapon had not been refined for long, and his innate supernatural powers had not yet been successfully engraved. He was also distracted by sealing off the battlefield and controlling the iron puppet, and was almost suppressed.
His Confucian robe was torn to pieces, with a bloody hole on his shoulder, and he was corroded by the ghost energy of the underworld. Half of his body was covered with frost, and he was not far from defeat.
The situation is urgent, and even if he joins, the chances of winning are slim.
We must turn the disadvantage around.
At a time like this, there is no need to think about keeping one or two trump cards to determine the outcome. Just save Qingyang's life first. The two have been through life and death many times and get along well with each other.
It can be said that Qingyang was the person Wang Yu trusted most during his time in Guiling City.
A thought came to my mind.
The Taiyin evil corpse in the distance ignored the attack of the Jindan cultivator and turned to bow towards another battlefield.
The Yin corpse casts an evil curse!
The moon's wheel turned, zombies worshipped the moon, and an extremely terrifying corpse curse descended from the air. Just as it was about to take down Qingyang's Huangquan Guan Jiedan in one fell swoop, his body froze.
When the evil moon comes, your energy and spirit will be weakened by 50%.
The compact offensive suddenly froze, and Qingyang, who had fought side by side with Wang Yu many times, immediately realized that this was a rare opportunity, and gritted his teeth and spat out a mouthful of blood.
Using blood as a sacrifice, his life-saving magic weapon [Danguan Pen] released endless power, using the void as a painting scroll, and actually tried to draw ink marks on the enemy's body.
He didn't have time to gather power from his ancestral treasure, so he could only try to use his innate magical power that he hadn't yet cultivated - [The Art of Divine Painting]!
With a flick of his pen, he tried to directly erase the connection between the target's head and body. This ability was truly amazing and worthy of being a legacy of the ancient immortal dynasty.
However, the enemy is Huangquan Guan Jiedan.
He has already learned some of the true teachings of this overlord sect, and has reached the third level of Jindan, which is not something Qingyang can shake. Yellow Spring Ghost Mist keeps pouring out of his body.
He resisted all of Mo Hen's modifications and said angrily.
"You ragtag bunch of casual cultivators! Today I will let you taste the true supreme magical power!"
Suddenly, the sky and the earth became dark.
The dark clouds condensed by the three-tailed snow fox were covered by an even larger vortex. The Jindan cultivator opened his hands and a dark white flame descended from the sky to cover him.
A dim yellow skull, a thousand meters high and shaped like a small hill, suddenly appeared in the air.
Wang Yu recognized this magical power.
——【Yellow Spring Skull】!
It is one of the lower-level inheritances of the Bone Demon God, and the power of the Dharma God is a necessary magical power for the God-Transforming Venerable. Being in the overlord force, this person's path is similar to that of Wang Yu.
Even if it is not a true inheritance, after breaking through the Jindan stage, you can choose one of the various superior inheritances in the sect to practice, even if it is not the top-level one.
But it is enough to crush independent cultivators and build a strong foundation.
This is much more powerful than the three elixirs spitting flames. Both of them are at the third level of Jindan, but there is a huge difference in their strength. At this moment, Wang Yu truly realized the difference in strength.
He and Qingyang successively killed three Jindan cultivators, including an older generation cultivator like Digui Laomo, which gave him the illusion that Jindan cultivators were easy to deal with.
In fact, those were all illusions brought to him by the second-rate forces such as the independent cultivators and the Earth Demon Valley.
An unknown elixir in Huangquan Temple brought him so much pressure.
"Qingyang, run!"
The situation was hopeless, and Wang Yu no longer thought about destroying all the enemies, but instead thought about how to save his life.
"Run? Can you run?!!"
The monk laughed wildly and viciously, and under his control, Huangquan's skull spewed out white bone devil flames. Although he was seriously injured, he still tried his best to attack, and Qingyang still had the strength to resist.
Just when he was in despair and even wondering whether he had chosen the wrong path, Wang Yu's third-level melee puppet suddenly appeared and threw Qingyang away.
While he was stunned, he also understood what Wang Yu was thinking.
He immediately fled into the distance without saying a word, deeply moved in his heart, while the puppet was burned by the white bone devil flame and began to melt almost immediately.
As the saying goes, it is not painful for a son to sell his father's land. The third-level melee puppet was not something Wang Yu painstakingly refined, and it was not as easy to control as the Taiyin Evil Corpse.
He decisively activated the puppet's self-destruct ability.
Puppets are like this. Unlike cultivators with flesh and blood, the ability to self-destruct is almost a must for them. Under Wang Yu's control, they rushed forward against the white bone devil flames.
When it approached Huang Quan's skull, it exploded with a loud bang.
The area of ten miles was covered. Wang Yu, who had been prepared, had already used the power of the Taiyin Yangsha Coffin to suck the evil corpse back. The three-tailed snow fox was smart and clever. Although it was only fighting guerrilla warfare on the edge, it was very close to Wang Yu. At this time, it hid in the spirit beast bag and the retreat was formed.
Wang Yu turned over and hid in the coffin, falling towards the deep pit of lightning.
Upon seeing this, the second Jindan cultivator had no intention of stopping it. He picked up Qingyang's third-order iron puppet and quickly fled out of the explosion range.
His gains from this battle were quite good, so there was no need for him to go in and withstand this wave of self-destruction.
Followed by.
A rumbling sound that could be heard throughout Guiling City suddenly rang out. The earth was plowed layer by layer, and was soon cut into the Mediterranean Sea, until the white light and dust dissipated.
A cough was heard in the middle.
The monk who cast the Yellow Spring Skull spell had blood oozing from the corners of his mouth, and was obviously seriously injured. The effect of the evil curse cast by the Yin Corpse on his body had not yet been lifted, so he turned his gaze to his companions who were ten miles away.
He said in a hoarse voice and an annoyed look.
"Qi Sheng, I'm going to chase Qing Yang, and you go to the Thunder Pit and capture Wang Yu alive."
It was difficult for Qi Sheng, who had just completed the Huangquan Temple, to refuse the offer. Although the Thunder Pit was dangerous, it was still within the tolerable range for someone like him who had just completed the Huangquan Temple.
Compared to ordinary cultivators, he knows more about the inside story of this place.
The reason why he wanted to capture him alive was because Wang Yu knew about Elder Ksitigarbha and he really had to bring him back to interrogate him thoroughly.
So he said along with the other party: "I know, hurry up, there is too much noise here, and there are cities of the Nilingxue Sect all around. If we are caught..."
"I don't need you to remind me. You might as well think about how to catch Wang Yu in this deep pit with complicated terrain."
Say it.
The Yellow Spring Ghost Mist swallowed him up and his figure completely disappeared.
Qi Sheng patted the spirit beast bag on his waist, and a big bat with a pink pig nose appeared.
"Xiangluo Bat, find the owner of this breath."
The breath he absorbed was not Wang Yu's, but belonged to the Taiyin evil corpse.
As for the spiritual beast such as the Fragrant Bat, its sense of smell is a thousand times that of canine spiritual beasts. Even if it is thousands of miles away, it can gradually catch up with the target. Its perception ability is also a hundred times that of ordinary bats.
Even if you go deep into the mine pit, you won't be afraid of getting lost.
Therefore, with the help of this strange beast, Qi Sheng was not worried at all about not being able to find Wang Yu.
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A bottomless pit.
After Wang Yu jumped in, he avoided the aftermath of the puppet's self-explosion, then took out the Taiyin Yangsha Coffin, opened the Frost Moon Wings and sped down. After all, he was not out of danger yet.
When he rescued Qingyang, he had already thought about what to do next.
No matter what the outcome of this battle is.
The Guiling City Lord's Mansion will surely be razed to the ground by the furious Huangquan Temple Jindan cultivators!
He was trapped in the formation and he must find a way to get out.
If the noise is big, the whole city will be alarmed. In the ruins of the central city area, with only Tianbao Pavilion left, Han Jia has to notify the people of the Niling Blood Sect whether he is willing or not.
What's more, the two of them have a deep friendship.
As long as Han Jia sends someone to Yunling Prefecture to report the situation, it will coincide with the timing of Wang Yu's first letter delivery. Maybe even a Nascent Soul expert can be attracted here, and the crisis will be resolved by then.
It is summer now, the temperature is high, there are fewer thunderstorms, it is not the season for frequent thunderstorms with deep lightning pits, and the environmental risk is relatively low.
In addition, he knew that the bottom of the thunder pit was a maze formed by countless caves, which was suitable for hiding, so he jumped down on his own initiative.
As long as he holds out for a few days, with the speed of a Nascent Soul cultivator, he will definitely be able to reach Guiling. If he only sends a Jindan cultivator... it won't be a problem for him to hold out for half a month to several months.
To sum up, the risk he faces is actually not that great.
Ever since Wang Yu started his spiritual practice, he has been fond of the art of concealment, and he is indeed very good at hide-and-seek.
I don’t know how much time has passed.
In the boundless darkness, only Wang Yu's eyes were lit with a faint moonlight. It seemed that due to the influence of the abundant thunder energy in this place, his Taiyin Youtong was suppressed to a certain extent, and he could only see the scenery within a hundred meters around him.
As he continued to fall, he saw densely packed irregular caves, which must have been melted by lightning. It was truly terrifying.
A breeze came from somewhere and blew into the cave.
It seemed as if there were wronged souls screaming, adding a gloomy and sneaky atmosphere to the place.
at last.
Wang Yu is down-to-earth.
The combination of invisibility spell and breathless spell was performed swiftly, and at the same time, the phantom step created nine phantom bodies. The aura Wang Yu injected into the phantom bodies was stronger than usual.
He controlled them to flee in nine directions, while the main body used the spoils of recent years to set up a set of concealment formations on the spot, and at the same time affixed various talismans to create a trap.
After completing all this, he left quickly.
This would allow him to confirm whether someone was chasing him, and also to discern whether the other party's tracking skills were sophisticated. Although there was interference from the sound of wind in the deep pit, it was generally quite quiet.
(End of this chapter)