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

same moment.

Holy 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 Jindan True Monarchs 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, with no intention of joining up with Ying Ziming's side at all.

"Wei Tu has recently joined the Blood Dragon Chamber of Commerce, and he 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.

That was out of caution, or because he vaguely felt that there was a risk of being targeted if he acted with these four Jindan Zhenjun, so he disbanded the team first.

However, this was within his expectation.

——Ying Ziming, a veteran of the Blood Dragon Merchant Guild, they have already mastered the information and know that his abilities are mediocre and within the realm of Nascent Soul, he is average and has no powerful magical powers.

Suddenly, a burst of yellow sand 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, silently recited a few spells, then 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 True Spirit Family? He is really well hidden."

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

It was not easy for him to deal with these two treasures alone, let alone the formations, 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 assigned to Wei Tu in their minds after their first confrontation with him.

"That makes sense!" Upon hearing this, Holy Son Faguang nodded slightly, feeling convinced by the ancient sect leader's penetrating analysis.

"Deal with Ying Ziming first."

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

"Pfft!" Immediately afterwards, Ying Ziming's throat sweetened, and he opened his mouth and spurted out a stream of blood.

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

There was a loud bang.

"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 large piece of 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 the 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... any normal person would not 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 brought out the "Xuanzhidao Robe", a big killer 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 blue-green wings spread out, nearly ten feet wide, and they suddenly flapped wildly for a few times, and then saw Ying Ziming disappearing on the spot 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.

In another half breath, he could escape completely.

However, the ancient sect leader outside the formation seemed to have a glimpse of Ying Ziming's thoughts. He was already prepared, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and 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 Yuanying without 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 had caused him some trouble.

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

"The Ten Thousand Shashi of Shenshi Sect?" Ying Ziming turned pale with shock and called out the methods used by the ancient sect master.

This mysterious spider robe is a famous fourth-level medium-grade magic 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 mist.

Even if we 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 Wei Tu and Ying Ziming were able to see through their ambush and escape immediately must be closely related to the newcomer Wei Tu.

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

"This is the only way to use it."

"Wanshashi is not so easy to break!"

The ancient sect leader snorted coldly, 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.

However, it is different from before.

These five yellow boulders were engraved with lines 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 had considerable combat experience, and he knew that as long as the five yellow boulders were closed together, they would 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 stones in the sand mist also gathered together, crashing towards him like meteors.

Its momentum is so fierce that it is difficult to stop it with force.

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, turning into a circular crystal wall, firmly restraining Ying Ziming and the remaining three Jindan Zhenjun.

puff!puff!puff!

The crystal wall squirmed, and brightly colored spiders spewed out. Their mouthparts sprayed out tiny threads of spider silk, which they shot at 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... left Thunder Island half a day ago..."

Wei Tu placed one hand on the Heavenly Spirit Cover 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.

Well, thankfully.

This time he made the right bet.

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

The Holy Son of Faguang and the Master of the Ancient Sect, 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 branch. God gave him a good opportunity!
He was not sure of victory if any two of them, including the Holy Son of Faguang, the Ancient Sect Leader, and Yan Gongcheng, joined forces, let alone killing one of them and reaping the benefits.

But facing one person and killing him when he is prepared is not too difficult.

Now, with his legal body and dual Nascent Soul, facing the early Nascent Soul monks is far less difficult 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. Facing the pursuit of the two Saints of Faguang, it is not difficult to escape."

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

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

However, he was extremely benevolent 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 were just strangers to him. It was only during this trip that we got to know each other for a while.

Not long after.

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.

However, he just finished speaking this sentence.

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 hurriedly retreated backwards. At the same time, he took out a small tortoise shell shield and blocked it in front of him to resist the swift blow.

However, within half a breath, the tortoise-shell shield was so powerful that the aura was dimmed and full of cracks.

"Is it you?" With 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 body and law, and his combat prowess was so impressive.

But obviously, Wei Tu had no intention of reminiscing at the 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 it occupies 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.

Broken 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.

Shengshou is a martial skill that the Celestial Girl sect is famous for in the world of immortality. Easy to learn but hard to master.

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

"It's not that easy to kill me."

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

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

Ever since, when all the talisman shields were destroyed by Wei Tu, Yan Gongcheng's body had already ignited a black magic flame, protecting his whole body.

This black demonic flame was so fierce that the moment Wei Tu got close, he felt as if he was in a furnace, his magic power was about to evaporate, and his flesh and blood were about to be burned.

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

"Little trick!" Wei Tu calmed down. He faced the surging demonic flames around him without dodge. His expression suddenly became more calm.

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

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

It was 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 I have practiced for seven hundred years. I have never failed in my previous battles. Why can't I even touch his body?"

Yan Gongcheng looked in disbelief.

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

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

But today, under the gray glow of Wei Tu, it actually exerted no effect at all, as if his seven hundred years of sacrifice had become a joke.

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

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

As soon as the ferocious withered claws were stained with blood, skin and flesh sprouted instantly, absorbing the blood like a living creature.

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 dark finger bones he encountered.

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

Thinking of this, Wei Tu didn't dare to neglect at all. He slapped the storage bag, sacrificed the Yang corpse of the Yin Yang Corpse Demon, stood in front of him, and killed him again with him.

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

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

next moment.

Just when Wei Tu was about to attack, 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, and with his fingers turned into claws, like a sharp blade, he fiercely dug into Wei Tu's heart.

However, one learns from adversity.

Wei Tu had already been prepared for this. He raised his arms and raised the corpse. The arm of the corpse was under his control in an instant. He folded his arms and blocked him behind him.

A loud bang!
The ferocious claws hit Yang Corpse.

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

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

Seeing this opportunity, Wei Tu immediately controlled the Yang Corpse, controlled it to open its mouth and spit out the 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, tightly wrapping the ferocious claws.

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 a look of reluctance and slapped the Tianling Cap, preparing for the Yuanying to leave the body and escape from the dead situation.

But unfortunately.

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)