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Chapter 298 Slaughtering the Azure Wolf, Fighting Against a Nascent Soul (Seeking Monthly Tickets!)

"Not you?"

A look of surprise flashed across Bing Gan's face, but his attack did not stop. The petals of the Ice Flame Lotus transformed into sharp blades, sweeping away the attack.

Sirius True Monarch activated a mid-grade defensive magic weapon in his hand, blocking all the lotus petals.

However, ice was condensing and spreading on the light screen.

How domineering!

Sirius True Lord thought to himself, and then his magic power surged, shattering the ice.

"Could it be that guy named Tianluo?"

“Indeed, Fellow Daoist Bingqian, if you have the ability, please feel free to challenge Elder Tianluo.”

Binggan looked unwell.

Although he was confident that he had few rivals in the Golden Core stage, he was no match for a Nascent Soul cultivator. Tianluo, on the other hand, was able to hold his own against Mo Wentian.

It's clear that there's a huge gap between them.

Facing him, Bingqian estimated that he wouldn't even be able to escape and would likely be killed in a few moves.

Xu Chuan, dressed in a green robe fluttering in the wind, lightly touched the rugged rocks with his toes, and his figure transformed into a streak of green rainbow, rushing straight into the vast mountain range.

A hundred feet behind him, a gray figure was hot on his heels; it was none other than True Lord Canglang.

The Azure Wolf True Lord repeatedly caused trouble for the Xu family and him. Regardless of who was instigating him, he was always on Xu Chuan's list.

Now is the time for him to settle accounts.

In the blink of an eye, the two of them, one fleeing and the other chasing, arrived in a vast forest hundreds of miles away.

Ancient trees here reach for the sky, blocking out the sun. The trunks of these giant trees require several people to encircle them, and their branches and leaves intertwine like a net. Mist hangs in the air, giving off a chilling and eerie atmosphere.

The occasional roars of beasts and cries of birds only added to the secluded atmosphere.

Xu Chuan lightly touched the air with his toes, and his figure suddenly froze as his green robe fluttered. He stood on the gnarled branch of an ancient cypress tree, looking at the approaching Canglang Zhenjun.

The Azure Wolf True Lord looked around, his eerie green eyes flashing with a fierce light. "This is the burial ground you chose for yourself?"

Upon hearing this, Xu Chuan's lips curled into a cold smile. "I don't know how someone with your personality has survived until now. Don't you ever think about why I lured you away from the battlefield?"

The smile on Canglang Zhenjun's face vanished, a hint of wariness flashing in his eyes, which was then replaced by ruthlessness: "I know you have trump cards! But no matter how many tricks you have up your sleeve, you will not escape death today!"

He suddenly threw his head back and roared, his voice shaking the mist, "In order to deal with you, I, the True Lord, have also mastered a secret technique that is enough to make you perish here!"

Before he could finish speaking, True Monarch Canglang suddenly bit his tongue, spitting out a mouthful of jet-black blood essence. The blood essence transformed into a strange rune in the air, heading straight for his brow.

With a soft "hum", the rune merged into the center of the forehead.

A surge of powerful demonic energy erupted from his body, and a wolf-shaped phantom materialized above his head.

A few moments.

The phantom image disappeared into the body.

The eyes of the Azure Wolf True Lord turned blood red instantly, and the muscles under his robes swelled wildly, causing his figure to grow to more than ten feet tall.

His skin cracked open with bloody fissures, from which black energy surged forth, transforming him into a half-human, half-wolf monster with an aura so domineering it was suffocating.

"Xu Chuan." The voice of True Monarch Canglang was not human, and was filled with noise.

"This is a demonic transformation technique, a forbidden technique in the cultivation method I practice. Every time it is used, it will leave irreversible aftereffects."

However, it can bring my physical body close to the level of a third-tier demon beast, greatly increasing my physical strength, raising my realm to the Golden Core Perfection, and also increasing the power of my divine abilities by several times, comparable to a perfect-level divine ability.

This secret technique can be used three times. After three uses, the user will be completely transformed into a demon and will be unable to regain their senses.

To kill you, I, the True Lord, made a great decision before practicing this secret technique!

You can rest in peace now!

"Thank you so much for your patient explanation, Fellow Daoist Canglang," Xu Chuan said with a faint smile.

Although the aura of True Monarch Canglang had risen to the peak of the Golden Core stage, Xu Chuan showed no fear whatsoever.

"Why aren't you afraid? Why aren't you afraid!"

Seeing Xu Chuan's composure, Canglang Zhenjun gradually lost his mind. His fingernails extended as sharp as wolf claws, and he shot away like a cannonball.

Xu Chuan immediately leaped to the ground.

Pong!
The ancient cypress tree where Xu Chuan was standing was directly cut in half at the waist by the sharp claws of the Azure Wolf True Monarch.

"A good opponent to test your strength!"

Xu Chuan smiled lightly, brushed his hand across the Yin Corpse Bag, and with a "whoosh," five blood shadows burst out of the bag.

Upon landing, they transformed into five ferocious blood corpses, all with blue faces and fangs, clad in armor, and surrounded by a dense aura of death.

They formed the Five Spirits Blood Corpse Formation on their own, and the corpse energy and power of the other four blood corpses surged like a tide towards the central blood corpse at the peak of the early stage of the third rank.

The corpse's body suddenly swelled, its muscles bulging like iron, its skin glowing with a dark red aura, and its aura soaring to a level comparable to the late Golden Core stage.

"Ow—"

The enhanced blood corpse raised its head and let out a deafening roar, its corpse aura causing the surrounding mist to dissipate and the ancient tree branches to tremble violently.

Its eyes were bloodshot, fixed on the charging Azure Wolf True Lord. It pushed off the ground with its limbs, sending decaying leaves and rocks flying, and roared as it charged forward like a cannonball.

"clang--"

The clang of metal against metal reverberated through the deep forest, sparks flying everywhere. The Blood Corpse did not dodge or yield, but instead used its claws to clash head-on with the Azure Wolf True Monarch.

The blood-soaked corpse was jolted back three steps, but this only fueled its ferocity.

With another roar, its sharp claws, accompanied by a piercing whistling sound as they tore through the air, lunged towards the chest of the Azure Wolf True Monarch.

Three deep, bone-revealing bloodstains were slashed across the chest of the Azure Wolf True Lord.

The attacks of the blood corpses are infused with blood poison that can corrode flesh.

However, True Lord Canglang's body was strong enough to withstand it.

"The Blood Corpse is no match for True Monarch Canglang at this moment."

Xu Chuan stood dozens of feet away, his eyes sharp as torches, instantly discerning the advantages and disadvantages of the battle. Yet, instead of panic, a cold smile appeared on his lips.

His left hand casually brushed against the storage ring at his waist.

In a flash of inspiration, a biting, eerie wind suddenly swept through the deep forest, causing the mist to churn and the fallen leaves to swirl, and a jet-black banner appeared out of thin air in his hand.

Then, with a flick of his wrist, the Soul Gathering Banner unfolded violently, and the runes on its surface lit up instantly.

As the terrifying ghostly howl resounded, a cloud of black and red ghostly mist surged out and swept towards True Lord Canglang.

With one hand, True Lord Canglang gathered divine power, and countless wolf shadows transformed into a green torrent that collided violently with the black and red ghost mist.

With a loud "bang," ghostly mist and wolf shadows intertwined, and the howls of countless remnant souls mingled with the howls of wolves, shaking the trees and sending leaves flying.

The wolf's shadow was incredibly sharp, tearing through the ghostly mist like a blade. Strands of black and red mist were scattered and dissipated into the air.

Just as the ghostly mist dissipated, a tall figure suddenly emerged from it.

That was a Blood Demon King that was two or three zhang tall!
Its entire body was covered in dark red scales, its face was ferocious, its eyes were blood red, and two curved black horns grew on its head.

He was surrounded by thick, bloodthirsty aura, and held a ghostly claw longsword formed from a remnant soul in his hand. His aura was fierce and domineering, exuding an aura no weaker than that of a peak mid-stage Golden Core cultivator.

The Blood Demon King's combat strength is not much different from that of an ordinary mid-stage Golden Core cultivator.

However, since it is a ghost, it is difficult to kill it with ordinary means without a way to restrain it; at most, it can only be severely injured.

Moreover, the most terrifying thing about these creatures is their yin energy's corrosive influence on others, as well as their ghostly sonic waves, which are innate secret arts of the soul.

It's enough to give someone a splitting headache, and when combined with the corrosive influence of yin energy, it can even make someone lose their mind.

For someone like True Lord Canglang, who only has half of his sanity left, it's double the joy!

"Wow!"

With a ghostly howl.

Canglang Zhenjun felt a terrible headache.

Although his strength had surged to the peak of the Golden Core stage, his soul was still at the late Golden Core stage and had not undergone any transformation.

Therefore, the ghost howl of the Blood Fiend Ghost King, who was at the peak of the mid-stage of the third tier, had a significant impact on him.

The blood corpse seized the opportunity to close in, its claws tearing several long wounds on its back, from which blood flowed incessantly.

However, the Azure Wolf True Lord then retaliated like a madman, tearing off a large chunk of flesh from the blood corpse.

Perhaps it's the wolfish instinct at play.

Unfortunately, the Blood Corpse is a special creation of corpse refining, with extremely strong regenerative abilities. As long as its core corpse crystal is not shattered, it is not considered truly dead.

Blood corpses are notoriously difficult to deal with, which is why the Blood Robe Ancestor had such a fearsome reputation in the Greedy Wolf Mansion.

A blood corpse at the early stage of the third rank is much more troublesome than a cultivator at the early stage of the Golden Core realm.

The same applies to those who practice the path of ghosts.

Their combat strength may not be particularly strong, and their secret techniques may be a bit strange, but their ability to refine corpses and create ghosts makes countless cultivators wary.

"Xu Chuan, Xu Chuan, do you have the guts to fight me head-on!"

Facing the combined attack of the Blood Corpse and the Ghost King, the Azure Wolf True Lord was gradually losing ground, and his body was covered in wounds.

If dealing with a True Monarch-level expert like True Monarch Tianlang, who has reached the Golden Core stage, these two trump cards might not achieve the same effect.

But it's enough to deal with True Lord Canglang.

A quarter of an hour later.

As the power of the Azure Wolf True Lord gradually diminished, his physical defenses also greatly decreased.

Xu Chuan continued to let the Ghost King and the Blood Corpse wear him down.

Until the demonic transformation technique completely dissipates.

Xu Chuan used a divine sense technique to severely damage his soul, and then easily destroyed his dantian.

Seeing the Azure Wolf True Lord lying miserably on the ground, Xu Chuan recalled how unrestrained his initial appearance had been.

"Fellow Daoist Canglang, let your flesh and soul settle the score between us. Blood Demon King will refine your soul and you will surely break through to the late stage of the third rank soon."

"No!"

"Xu Chuan, spare me, spare me! I'll tell you a big secret, it's the key to this battle between the two prefectures."

Nothing matters more than life and death.

In the end, True Lord Canglang swallowed his pride and begged his former enemy.

Upon hearing this, Xu Chuan smiled slightly, "A secret?"

"You're talking about Elder Tianluo of your sect, the matter of the ancient true demon possessing his body, right? If he has reached the Nascent Soul stage, his strength is far beyond that of ordinary Nascent Soul cultivators."

If Xu's guess is correct, he might be able to rival a Nascent Soul cultivator, wouldn't you agree?

"How could you?"

Before he finished speaking, Xu Chuan directly sealed his soul and then activated the "Soul Gathering Banner" to pull his soul into the soul banner space.

The Blood Demon King transformed into a cloud of dark red mist and rushed into the banner to enjoy his feast.

Xu Chuan tallied his spoils and then sent the corpses into the "Xu Clan's Grotto-Heaven".

"Finally, another enemy has been dealt with."

Xu Chuan put away the blood corpse, feeling his mind become clearer.

He took a slow step, and as soon as he stepped out, the air around him suddenly froze.

As the second step was taken, the black hair on the top of the head moved without wind, and each strand of black hair faded from its ink color at a speed visible to the naked eye, turning into a frost-like gray-white.

As the third step was taken, her eyebrows suddenly grew wildly, like willow branches drooping down, instantly reaching her chest. They were snow-white and crystal clear, each hair distinct, swaying gently in the wind.

At the same time, the fine hairs under his chin also grew rapidly, turning into a fluffy white beard.

Immediately afterwards, wisps of yin energy and corpse energy swirled around him.

The once venerable and sage-like old Taoist with white eyebrows has transformed into the old demon with white eyebrows.

His facial features also became somewhat distorted, like those of an old man.

Even if Xu Mingxian and the others appeared in front of him, he probably wouldn't recognize them.

Xu Chuan had no intention of returning; instead, he planned to make his way in the Greedy Wolf Mansion.

He used his escape technique several times in succession, and was already thousands of miles away from this place. Then, he used his divine sense to explore and found two Golden Core cultivators flying towards the Greedy Wolf Sect.

Noticing that someone was watching them, the two immediately stopped and looked around.

"Who is it? Show yourself!" one of the middle-aged men with black hair shouted.

Perhaps it was because of the attack by Tiancang Prefecture that the two of them were quite nervous.

Xu Chuan flew over from afar, stroking his beard and smiling faintly, "I am the White-Browed Daoist. Greetings, fellow Daoists. May I ask where you two are headed in such a hurry?"

"White-browed Taoist?"

The middle-aged man with black hair and the elderly man with gray hair exchanged a glance, confirming that neither of them had ever heard of this name before.

"Are you a rogue cultivator from my Greedy Wolf Manor?" the gray-haired old man asked.

"No, I come from Xuan Yue Prefecture and have recently been traveling in Tan Lang Prefecture."

"From Xuan Yue Mansion?" Both of them were quite cautious and wouldn't easily trust others.

After all, the appearance of an unfamiliar rogue cultivator at this time is bound to arouse suspicion.

"How shall we address you, fellow Daoists?"

"Traveling around at the early stage of Golden Core, Fellow Daoist is very confident in your strength. Why don't you spar with me?"

The middle-aged man with black hair was dressed in a dark, close-fitting outfit. His face was resolute, and his eyes were like lightning.

Before he finished speaking, he flipped his right hand and a long, dark green banner was already in his grasp.

The banner was covered with fine insect patterns and faintly emitted a fishy stench.

With a gentle sway, a dense green cloud suddenly burst forth from the top of the banner. The green cloud surged like a tide, carrying a large amount of poisonous miasma, and swept towards Xu Chuan in an overwhelming manner.

In an instant, it enveloped the space several feet in front of it, blotting out the sky and the sun.

Xu Chuan's eyes narrowed. Instead of retreating, he advanced, his left hand brushing against the corpse bag at his waist, and he shouted in a low voice, "Go!"

A blood-red figure burst forth from the sky.

"A third-tier blood corpse?!"

The middle-aged man with black hair and the elderly man with gray hair looked surprised.

The Xuan Yin Blood Corpse roared and crashed headfirst into the green clouds.

A hissing sound echoed in all directions.

The green cloud was forcibly torn open, and the poisonous miasma scattered, revealing three peak second-tier poisonous insects.

They were all grotesque in appearance.

It was a black-striped scorpion the size of a bowl, its stinger gleaming with a cold, eerie blue light.

There were emerald green Soul-Devouring Locusts with mouthparts as sharp as blades, and Xuan Tie Poison Centipedes covered in armor, their dozens of long legs slithering, their venom glands secreting dark green venom.

The Xuan Yin Blood Corpse was fearless and still gained the upper hand even when fighting three opponents at once.

These three kinds of spirit insects are all poisonous insects. Even a Golden Core cultivator would be in great trouble if poisoned by them, and no ordinary antidote pills could cure them.

However, the Xuan Yin Blood Corpse is a creation of corpse refining, and its attacks also contain blood poison. Unless it is the deadly poison of some third-tier demon beasts, it is very difficult to make it show symptoms of poisoning.

Knowing that his three poisonous insects were no match for the blood corpse, the black-haired middle-aged man waved his dark green banner again, and a dark purple shadow rushed out.

It was a seven or eight zhang long purple-striped black-ringed snake.

This snake is jet black, with rough, hard scales and serrated edges. When they rub against each other, they make a soft hissing sound, like a sharp blade cutting through cloth.

A strange purple stripe was embedded in the center of each black scale, running longitudinally along the snake's spine. A hissing sound rang out, and a wave of sound reverberated in all directions.

Its aura had reached the early stage of the third rank.

"A Tier 3 early-stage demonic beast!" Xu Chuan's pupils constricted, his heart filled with shock.

This man surnamed Shao is no ordinary person; he can control such a highly poisonous beast.

"These are all highly poisonous demonic beasts and spirit insects. What kind of cultivation method does this person practice? It shouldn't be the orthodox way of beast taming, right?"

Xu Chuan pondered.

Orthodox beast tamers emphasize a spiritual connection and mutually beneficial coexistence with their beasts, while the spirit insects and hook snakes before them are ferocious, cruel, and lack intelligence, suggesting they were created using demonic secret techniques.

Make it easier to drive.

As the thought crossed his mind, Xu Chuan's left hand brushed against the Yin Corpse Bag again, and two streaks of blood-red light shot out into the air.

Two more Xuan Yin Blood Corpses!
As soon as they appeared, they flanked the purple-striped black-ringed hook snake from both sides, tightly entangling it and preventing it from interfering with the battle between the blood corpse and the three-headed poisonous insect.

Although this purple-striped black-ringed serpent possessed a powerful aura, its defense was not particularly strong.

The two corpses attacked alternately, each strike of their claws tearing apart large patches of black scales.

"hiss--"

The hooked snake hissed in pain, its purple eyes blazing with even more killing intent.

It suddenly twisted its massive body, sweeping it like a steel whip, and sent the Xuan Yin Blood Corpse in front of it flying.

But the Xuan Yin Blood Corpse only shook its head before roaring and charging forward again, its chilling aura undiminished.

Seeing this, the hook snake became even more frenzied, and it tried to coil around one of the blood corpses and strangle it.

Just as it wrapped its arms around the waist of the Xuan Yin Blood Corpse on the left, the Blood Corpse on the right seized the opportunity to attack, its sharp claws viciously grabbing at its vital spot.

The hooked snake was forced to loosen its coils and turn to defend itself.

However, it was ambushed by another Xuan Yin Blood Corpse behind it, and a large piece of its back scales was torn off, with blood mixed with purple venom gushing out.

Besides coiling, whipping, and biting, the hooked snake's venom is also a powerful weapon, capable of corroding the mana shield of a mid-stage Golden Core cultivator, making them extremely wary.

However, it had little effect on the blood corpse.

Their pain perception was reduced to a minimum, and their intelligence was even lower than that of the spirit insects and hook snakes of the cultivator surnamed Shao.

Of course, as they grow, their intelligence will gradually increase, and if the owner cannot control them, they may be devoured.

Seeing that his spirit insects and hook snakes were at risk of death, the cultivator surnamed Shao immediately said, "Fellow Daoist Bai Mei, I, Shao, concede defeat. Please tell your blood corpse to stop immediately."

"Fellow Daoist Shao, you started this sparring match, so it's not only my decision when it ends!"

Upon seeing this, the cultivator surnamed Shao turned to the gray-haired old man and cast a pleading look his way.

The gray-haired old man sighed softly, took a step forward, and a powerful aura belonging to the late Golden Core stage erupted, permeating the surroundings.

“Fellow Daoist Bai Mei, for my sake, how about you let Fellow Daoist Shao off this time? There was a reason for it, he wouldn’t normally be so reckless.”

"How should I address you, fellow Daoist?" Xu Chuan asked.

"I am cultivating in seclusion on Xiaocang Mountain in the Greedy Wolf Mansion. Many fellow Daoists call me the True Man of Cangshan. Fellow Daoists may also address me in the same way."

This is Shao Wuping, the patriarch of the Shao family of the Greedy Wolf Mansion.

Xu Chuan nodded slightly, then said calmly, "Go back!"

The three-headed Xuan Yin Blood Corpse immediately returned to Xu Chuan's side, and was then put back into the Yin Corpse Bag by him.

Shao Wuping let out a long sigh, looking at the miserable state of his spirit insects and hook snakes, a look of heartache flashed in his eyes, and then he made a hand seal to summon them back into the dark green banner to recuperate.

Then, he clasped his hands in a fist and said to Xu Chuan, "Thank you for your mercy, Fellow Daoist Bai Mei."

Master Cangshan stroked his beard and smiled faintly, "Fellow Daoist Bai Mei's methods are similar to those of the former Blood Robe Ancestor of my Greedy Wolf Mansion. Could it be that you also cultivate a certain Blood Demon Path technique?"

"No, I only happened to obtain the secret method of corpse refining. I became interested and refined a few blood corpses for fun. However, it turns out that there are people in the Greedy Wolf Mansion who have the same methods as me."

I, this humble Taoist priest, will certainly have the opportunity to see it for myself.

"Fellow Daoist White Eyebrows is too late. If he had come a few years earlier, he might have been able to have a conversation with Fellow Daoist Blood Robe. But now he has already perished."

"He's weak?"

"No, Fellow Daoist in Blood Robe is at the same level as me, the seventh level of the Golden Core stage. He has three blood corpses at the peak of the early stage of the third rank. Even cultivators at the eighth or ninth level of the Golden Core stage are very wary of him."

"Then how did he perish? It couldn't have been a Nascent Soul expert who made the move, could it?"

"This is a long story. Fellow Daoist, come with us, and I will tell you slowly on the way."

"can."

Master Cangshan briefly recounted the events surrounding the Greedy Wolf Mansion and the Heavenly Azure Mansion.

Xu Chuan looked surprised and muttered, "The conflict between the two prefectures... it seems I've come here at the wrong time."

"Fellow Daoist Bai Mei, would you be so kind as to lend a hand to our Greedy Wolf Sect? If you can kill a Golden Core cultivator from the Heavenly Azure Palace, the Greedy Wolf Sect will definitely bestow a great reward upon you."

"I am a free spirit and have no desire to get involved easily. However, this is the first time I have seen such a large-scale war. I might as well go and broaden my horizons."

Xu Chuan's refusal only made the two of them believe him a little more.

Any outsider at the Golden Core stage would prioritize self-preservation and would never meddle in such a war.

After all, one wrong move and you could get yourself into trouble.

"Very well, then Fellow Daoist White Eyebrows should stay away from this place and avoid being caught in the crossfire."

In half an hour.

Xu Chuan changed his identity in the blink of an eye and returned to the battlefield.

With the Cangshan Immortal and the Shao family patriarch as guarantors, no one from the Greedy Wolf Mansion would attack him without cause, and he was also quite far away.

We could only watch from afar.

As time went on, the number of Golden Core and Foundation Establishment cultivators arriving from all over the Greedy Wolf Mansion also increased.

The advantages of Tiancang Prefecture are gradually diminishing.

Xu Chuan looked up at the terrifying fluctuations above the clouds.

"Xi Daoyun and Mo Wentian should realize by now that Tiancang Prefecture cannot win this war."

The real key is the battle between Mo Wentian and Tian Luo.

However, after Tianluo massacred the city last time, he absorbed a large amount of cultivators' essence and blood, raising his demonic body to the late stage of the third rank. Unless he dies in a major battle, he will not reveal his true demonic form.

However, the enhancement of physical defense and strength at the late stage of the third tier alone gave him the ability to truly contend with those who had just entered the Nascent Soul stage.

The main reason is that Mo Wentian's magical power has not yet been fully converted into Nascent Soul level magical power.

After entering the Nascent Soul stage, it takes at least several years of accumulation before he can be considered a true early-stage Nascent Soul cultivator.

"How can there be such a powerful Golden Core cultivator?"

Mo Wentian was filled with doubts. "The physical defense and strength of the late third stage, the perfected attack and defense divine abilities, and the divine sense power of the Nascent Soul level."

Even with insufficient magical power, his strength is still comparable to that of a Nascent Soul cultivator in the early stages.

What incredible opportunity could create such a prodigy?!

Mo Wentian would occasionally observe the battle below, knowing that if the Nascent Soul level battles did not end in a decisive victory, the situation below might be reversed.

He transmitted his voice to Xi Daoyun, "Fellow Daoist Xi, you have miscalculated this time."

"I have just entered the Nascent Soul stage and my foundation is still shallow. I have already done my best and cannot defeat this person in a short time."

"But if we don't kill him now, given his strength, once he reaches the Nascent Soul stage, you'll be even less of a match for him, won't you?"

Upon hearing this, Mo Wentian felt a slight displeasure. "Fellow Daoist Xi, I only agreed to deal with him, not to risk my life for it."

If you're capable, then take on both of them and kill this person yourself.

"Fellow Daoist Mo, please don't be angry." Xi Daoyun's voice softened. "How about this, I remember you recently acquired a high-grade defensive magic weapon. It shouldn't be too difficult for you to withstand one of Qi Tianxiong's attacks."

I entrust Tianluo to me.

If Xi cannot kill it even with a full-force attack, then retreat.

how do you feel? "

Mo Wentian pondered for a long time before finally agreeing.

The sea of ​​clouds churned, and the wind howled.

Xi Daoyun's eyes flashed with a sharp light. He flipped his right hand and a storage bag at his waist flashed with spiritual light, and a dark gold flying sword suddenly shot out.

This sword is three feet and seven inches long, and its blade is covered with intricate runes. It is called "Golden Absolute".

This was obtained by him from an ancient cave hundreds of years ago. It is a top-tier ancient magic weapon with extremely strong power, and it is compatible with his cultivation technique. It is regarded as his trump card.

Seven patterns are considered top-tier magic weapons, but this flying sword's power almost reaches the level of eight patterns.

"Absolute Slash!"

With a clear shout, Xi Daoyun poured his early-stage Nascent Soul power into the flying sword without reservation, and layers of golden sword shadows appeared around his body.

"Well done!" Qi Tianxiong laughed loudly, showing no fear, and unleashed a full-force attack.

Then the next moment.

Xi Daoyun's figure flashed and disappeared without a trace.

He appeared hundreds of feet in front of Tianluo.

Mo Wentian then appeared in front of Qi Tianxiong in place of Xi Daoyun.

"mean!"

Qi Tianxiong had no time to attack Xi Daoyun, so he swung his battle blade, unleashing a blade of light dozens of feet long, towards Mo Wentian.

He believed that with Tianluo's abilities, he could withstand one of Xi Daoyun's moves.

After that, he would never give Xi Daoyun that chance.

Mo Wentian knew how terrifying Qi Tianxiong was, so he dared not be negligent in the slightest. With a flick of his sleeve, a black tortoise shield with a diameter of about ten feet appeared out of thin air with a "hum".

The shield was engraved with mysterious tortoise shell runes, and its edges were surrounded by a thick, earthy yellow spiritual light. It was a high-grade defensive magic weapon obtained from the Tianling Sect.

Mo Wentian pushed his magic power to the limit, and the Xuan Turtle Shield instantly swelled to two zhang in size, blocking in front of him.

"act recklessly!"

A fierce glint flashed in Qi Tianxiong's eyes, and the black blade light, carrying an overwhelming force, slammed into the Xuan Turtle Shield.

"Bam—"

With a deafening roar, the black blade light and the earthen-yellow shield light collided violently, and a terrifying energy shockwave spread out, causing the sea of ​​clouds to churn and the gale to rage.

The defensive light barrier activated by the Xuan Turtle Shield shattered instantly.

The blade struck the Xuan Turtle Shield, instantly dimming most of the runes on it, and cracks appeared on the surface of the turtle shell.

Mo Wentian was struck as if by a heavy blow. The force of the impact sent him flying, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, staining his chest red.

His breathing was disordered, his face was as pale as paper, and he was sent flying dozens of feet away before he could barely regain his footing. He was obviously seriously injured, and even his spiritual energy circulation became sluggish.

the other side.

Tianluo's expression turned solemn as he saw Xi Daoyun's sword light piercing towards him.

He was completely locked in by the aura and had no way to escape.

"Roar--"

He let out a roar that was not human, and the demonic energy around him suddenly surged. His black robes fluttered without wind, and the black energy rolled like a tide, instantly condensing into a demonic shadow that was more than ten feet tall, protecting his body.

Then, wielding a top-grade magic weapon, he unleashed a full-force strike.

Countless golden sword lights rained down like a storm, shattering the axe light in an instant, and beams of sword light fell on the demonic shadow.

Golden sword light intertwined with black demonic energy, erupting into a piercing metallic clang.

The demonic shadow was instantly torn apart, but the sword light, still powerful, slashed fiercely at Tianluo's chest.

"Pfft" sound.

Blood splattered.

The Heavenly Net defensive technique was broken, and even the third-tier physical body could not withstand it.

A huge wound, about a foot long, was slashed across his chest by the flying sword, so deep that bone was visible. Black demonic energy and dark red blood gushed out together, scattering across the clouds.

Tianlu stopped in mid-air, his demonic energy rapidly weakening, his once formidable aura plummeting to almost nothing.

"It actually blocked my full-force attack!"

Xi Daoyun was shocked and was about to continue his attack when a black light flashed and Qi Tianxiong appeared beside Tianluo.

"Old ghost Xi, it seems you're determined to settle things with this sect master today?"

Mo Wentian also flew to Xi Daoyun's side, his aura equally weak.

Xi Daoyun looked hesitant.

Although he was not afraid of Qi Tianxiong, if they really fought hard, Qi Tianxiong would still be a step ahead of him.

"Elder Tianluo, you should return to the sect to recuperate. You can leave this to me, the sect master."

"Thank you, Master."

After clasping his hands in a fist salute, Tian Luo looked at Xi Daoyun and said calmly, "I will remember this debt, and I will definitely settle it with you one day!"

After saying this, he turned and flew towards the Great Formation of the Greedy Wolf Sect.

With a flick of his wrist, Xi Daoyun unleashed a sword beam that shot toward Tianluo's back.

But Qi Tianxiong had already anticipated this. With a wave of his hand, a high-grade defensive magic treasure flew out and blocked the sword light. He sneered, "You think you can kill an elder of my sect in front of me? You're dreaming!"

Xi Daoyun and Qi Tianxiong clashed again.

Mo Wentian had little magic power left and was severely injured, so naturally he would not join.

If he were to be sold off by accident, he might die a horrible death here.

However, unease still showed between his brows. "After Luo Jieying, he is probably no weaker than the mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator."

The Heavenly Palace is in grave danger.

Another half hour.

Xi Daoyun, his breathing disordered, returned to Mo Wentian's side, his face ashen, and said, "Fellow Daoist Mo, let's go!"

Mo Wentian nodded and immediately transmitted his voice, "Everyone, retreat!"

Since those at the Nascent Soul stage are preparing to leave, there's naturally no need for those at the Golden Core stage or Foundation Establishment stage to stay.

Those who originally controlled the magic boats, all at the Golden Core stage, released their magic boats.

Without hesitation, the Foundation Establishment cultivators returned to the Dharma Ark after shaking off their opponents.

Golden Core cultivators were used as cover.

Soon after, the Tiancang Prefecture army retreated while fighting.

After traveling hundreds of miles away from the Greedy Wolf Sect, the Greedy Wolf Palace cultivators finally gave up the pursuit.

"Let them go; they can run away, but they can't hide!"

"Tianlang, have someone set up a high-grade third-tier array in Thousand Stone Forest, Taihe Lake, and Thousand Gate Pass. Also, send Qi Refining and Foundation Establishment disciples to patrol every hundred miles along the edge of the Black Wind Mountain Range."

The same applies to the Valley of Lost Souls.

From this moment on, I will trap and kill everyone in Tiancang Prefecture.

"Yes, Sect Master."

"By the way, where is Canglang? I can't detect his presence."

(End of this chapter)