326: 238 Spirit Beast Spirit Insect Build rit_2 326: 238 Spirit Beast Spirit Insect Build rit_2 A thunderous boom sounded, and a thick silver lightning pillar struck at Wu Sang.
Just as Wu Sang was about to cast a spell in defense, a sharp and piercing shriek rang out.
He felt dizzy and could hardly stand.
Before he could regain his senses, the silver lightning pillar struck him, enveloping Wu Sang’s body in silver light.
A gust of wind blew past, and Shen Long appeared behind Wu Sang, throwing a Soul Extinguishing Talisman into the air with his right hand.
With a gentle flap of the red wings on his back, he vanished from the spot.
The Soul Extinguishing Talisman exploded, a mass of black light shone brightly, engulfing a large area, with Wu Sang right in the midst of it.
A scream of agony echoed, as if Wu Sang was undergoing excruciating pain.
Reverend Zizhu furrowed his brows and pinched a spell.
The Zizhu Blade made a turn, heading straight for the Ice Flood Dragon.
The Ice Flood Dragon opened its mouth and spewed a beam of white glimr, which t the oncoming attack.
The white glimr shattered against the Blade, and the Ice Flood Dragon’s body burst into blinding white light before vanishing into thin air to dodge the Zizhu Blade.
At this mont, the black light dissipated, revealing Wu Sang’s figure.
His body was emitting wisps of black smoke, with nurous fine cuts on his skin and a frail expression.
He didn’t possess any treasure to counter Divine Soul Attacks, and his Divine Soul had been severely damaged.
Wu Sang had conspired with Reverend Zizhu and others with the aim of acquiring the Taixuan Jade Lotus as preparation for Core Formation.
They sent a small number of their forces to attack the marketplace, drawing the attention of the Qin Family’s high-level cultivators before seizing the opportunity to strike the Qin Family’s ho.
The coback of Qin Yunyan and others was too swift.
Just a little more ti, and Wu Sang and his cohorts would have succeeded.
No one could have anticipated the return of Shen Long and Qin Yunyan; with Wu Sang’s Divine Soul severely damaged, his strength was significantly reduced.
Reverend Zizhu’s brows were tightly knit.
He was about to spur the Zizhu Blade forward to slay Shen Long when a piercing scream of a woman rang out.
He turned his head to see a slender woman in a green dress impaled by a golden spear, her body engulfed in golden flas.
A burly man in a cyan robe was struck by a beam of white light and instantly turned into an ice sculpture.
Countless white ice blades flew towards it, shattering the sculpture completely.
Reverend Zizhu’s face turned ugly; Shen Long’s Spirit Beasts and Spirit Insects were too troubleso.
He pinched a spell and the Zizhu Blade emanated a blinding purple light, casting a huge purple blade light that instantly reached in front of the golden spear.
The golden spear suddenly disintegrated, transforming into hundreds of thousands of Gold-Winged Fire Ants.
So were cleaved in two by the purple blade light, killing tens of thousands in the process.
The Zizhu Blade flew into the swarm, cutting down Gold-Winged Fire Ants as it went.
The Gold-Winged Fire Ants condensed into golden arrows, flying in different directions at great speeds.
Just as Reverend Zizhu was about to pursue his victory, a golden Sky-Supporting Giant Cudgel descended from the sky, smashing down towards him.
At the sa ti, a silver lightning pillar with a diater of about three feet split the sky, direly headed for Reverend Zizhu.
Reverend Zizhu couldn’t dodge in ti as a piercing shriek rang beside his ears, but he wasn’t affected.
He brought out a small umbrella that flickered with purple light, holding it above his head, and a purple light curtain fell, covering his entire body.
His spell changed and from his body surged a dense purple poison fog, engulfing a large area.
The silver lightning pillar entered the purple poison fog, a dazzling silver light flared, and the Golden Sun Staff went into the fog, flickering incessantly with Spiritual Light.
“You have a treasure that resists Divine Sense Attacks?”
Shen Long’s brow furrowed.
Reverend Zizhu hailed from the Southern Border Cultivation World, and Shen Long didn’t know much about him.
Qin Yunyan and the others directed the Qin Family cultivators to retreat, leaving the battlefield to Shen Long.
“Taoist Friend Qin, where do you think you’re going?”
The man in the black robe let out a loud shout, slapping his right hand towards the void.
A ripple spread above Qin Yunyan’s head, and a big fluffy black hand erged out of nowhere, descending upon her.
Qin Yunyan reacted swiftly, conjuring a red fla in her hand and striking upwards, blocking the black hand.
Just as the old man in the black robe was about to use another Divine Skill, a golden spear shot towards him at high speed.
The man in the black robe frowned and took out a gourd that flickered with black light, spewing out a pungent black poison fog to et it.
The golden spear surged with golden flas, unafraid of the black poison fog.
Almost at the sa ti, a cyan-red fire light ignited, and a cyan-red firebird appeared, radiating terrifying high temperatures.
The cyan-red firebird crashed into the man in the black robe’s protective spirit light, causing the spirit light to emit a wisp of blue smoke and dim significantly.
The golden spear struck the protective spirit light, instantly shattering it and piercing the man in the black robe’s body, engulfing him in a burst of golden flas.
Qin Yunyan breathed a sigh of relief and looked towards Shen Long, who was locked in battle with Reverend Zizhu, while the Ice Flood Dragon and Iron Tail Scorpion were handling Wu Sang.
“We must withdraw, Taoist Friend Qin, I’ll catch up with you later,”
said Shen Long.
Qin Yunyan nodded and flew towards the Spirit dicine Garden, intending to take the Taixuan Jade Lotus with him.
Of the eight Core Formation cultivators who attacked, six were killed by Shen Long’s spirit beasts and spirit insects, while Shen Long entangled the remaining two.
Wu Sang, with his divine soul damaged, was much slower in reaction.
Facing attacks from the Ice Flood Dragon and Iron Tail Scorpion, he struggled greatly.
He swung his golden giant axe, clashing against the Ice Flood Dragon’s claw with a muffled sound, and found himself uncontrollably hurled backward.
Before Wu Sang could land, a thick silver lightning bolt descended from the sky, aiming for Wu Sang.
Wu Sang couldn’t dodge in ti; a sharp, piercing scream rang out, and his sea of consciousness was struck with unbearable, excruciating pain from the silver lightning’s hit, which created a surge of energy.
On the other side, Shen Long swung the Golden Sun Staff at Reverend Zizhu, who slashed it in half with the Zizhu Blade.
Fortunately, it wasn’t Shen Long’s life-bound magic treasure, so Shen Long was unaffected.
The Zizhu Blade circled around and shot straight towards Shen Long, who gently flapped the red wings on his back and disappeared from the spot.
As Reverend Zizhu was about to use other divine skills, a cyan-red firebird appeared out of nowhere behind him, plunging into the purple poison fog with a loud blast and igniting a massive firelight.
“Taoist Friend Shen, we must withdraw quickly,”
Qin Yunyan’s voice reached Shen Long’s ears.
A massive red brick flew over, hurtling towards Reverend Zizhu.
Shen Long withdrew his spirit beasts, spirit insects, and spiritual fire, and wielded a small blue seal.
He infused a spell into it, and the small blue seal instantly expanded, smashing towards Wu Sang.
Wu Sang dared not take it lightly as he simultaneously activated his Totem Techniques for defense and swung his two golden giant axes to block.
A loud boom sounded—the red brick was sent flying back, its spiritual light dimd and then it burst into pieces midway.
Reverend Zizhu appeared, realizing that even with the joint effort of two Core Formation cultivators at Great Perfection, Shen Long had still escaped.
This would be laughable if the story got out.
Shen Long had already left the area, and Qin Yunyan’s whereabouts were unknown.
Wu Sang stood on an open ground, gasping for breath.
“Damn it, he actually has a third-order Flood Dragon, we’ve wasted our efforts on this trip,”
cursed Wu Sang.
If it weren’t for Shen Long’s third-order Flood Dragon, he would have been killed long ago.
“Having paid such a heavy price, naturally I can’t just waste my efforts,”
said Reverend Zizhu coldly.
With his spell pinched, the Zizhu Blade darted straight for Wu Sang.
“No, you can’t betray your word.
We agreed to deal with the Qin Family together, to plot for the Taixuan Jade Lotus…”
Before Wu Sang could finish speaking, the Zizhu Blade swept across his body, cleaving him in two.
His physical body was unable to withstand a Spiritual Treasure and t his demise on the spot.
Reverend Zizhu looted Wu Sang’s possessions, burned the body, scavenged so resources, and left the area.
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