Chapter 432
Retreat
Don't say the enemy was shocked.
Even Lin Junrong and Feng Xia were shocked.
Although Zheng Yi had explained it to them, they suddenly saw that when Zheng Yi attacked, he released the sword energy of the enlightenment period.
Moreover, he killed the strongest opponent in one move.
There is still a moment of absent-mindedness.
However, they eventually came to their senses earlier than the cultivators of the Mingling clan.
Immediately, one of them restrained a master in the Spiritualization Stage, and while fighting, he shouted towards the direction of Chi Xiao Tang.
"We are the reinforcements from Xingxiu Sea. Fellow Daoists from the Scarlet Heaven Hall, please come and lend us a hand. Together, we can defeat these invaders from the Nether Spirit Clan."
Zhao Shan said nothing, waving his thick earth knife and prepared to rush over to help.
But his action was once again stopped by Old Man Zhao: "Don't be impulsive, how do you know they must be reinforcements? Maybe this is all a plot of the Mingling Clan?"
Seeing that several people were already fighting, Zhao Shan said anxiously: "Father, they have already started fighting with the cultivators of the Nether Spirit Clan, and they killed the biggest threat right away. If they were not reinforcements, how could they have caused such a big commotion?"
Old man Zhao was still stubborn: "That's different. The strongest guy might have faked his death."
After the four Jindan stage cultivators of the Mingling clan were killed by Zheng Yi, there are only three left, just one for each person.
Originally, Lin Junrong and Feng Xia were putting all their efforts into waiting for the Zhao family father and son to come and help so that they could crush these Nether Spirit Clan members.
After waiting for a long time, the Zhao father and son did not move at all.
Lin Junrong couldn't help but said angrily: "Zhao Shan, what do you mean by this? We from Xingxiu Sea came all the way to support you, are you doubting us?"
Zhao Shan and Lin Junrong had met each other several times before. Although they were not particularly familiar with each other, he finally saw each other clearly at this time.
"Father, that is Elder Lin Junrong. I have met her once before, so I can't be wrong."
Mr. Zhao still disagreed: "So what if they look alike? There are many people in the world who look alike. Besides, there are secret techniques to disguise oneself into someone else easily."
"Father, at this point we can no longer care whether it's true or not. People came to help, but I, Chi Xiao Tang, stood by and watched. If this gets out, the reputation of my Chi Xiao Tang will be completely ruined."
"If you are worried, father, then you can stay here to guard the sect. I will go meet them and see whether it is true or not."
As he said this, Zhao Shan forcefully pushed his father aside and joined the battle with a thick earth knife in hand.
It is better to cut off one of his fingers than to injure ten of them.
In this chaotic situation, Zhao Shan decisively chose the weakest one among the Mingling clan.
"Damn you, you actually treated me like a soft persimmon, go to hell." Although he looked extremely tough.
However, facing two monks whose cultivation levels were only similar to his, he could only resist desperately.
Attack? Forget it.
Zheng Yi breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the people from Chi Xiao Tang finally came to help.
Although there was only one more person, the balance of combat effectiveness between the two sides had already tilted.
Zheng Yi intentionally or unintentionally guided the monk in front of him to distance himself from others.
This is to prevent the other two from being in danger so that he can be the first to rescue them.
One chasing and the other fleeing, the two men ran hundreds of miles in the blink of an eye.
There is no trace of Chi Xiao Tang anymore.
Feeling that it was about time, Zheng Yi stopped.
The cultivator of the Nether Spirit Clan followed closely behind. He looked at Zheng Yi jokingly and said, "You are an interesting human being. You knew you were no match for me, but you still lured me out and wanted to fight me one-on-one?"
"You are really deliberate and willing to sacrifice anything in order to give those people the opportunity to inflict heavy damage on us."
Zheng Yi put his hands behind his back and said, "Your Excellency is wrong."
For the cultivators of the Mingling clan, Zheng Yi, a master in the Jindan stage, is basically a dish on his plate.
Eat it whenever you want.
So he played with Zheng Yi with the mentality of a cunning mouse, curious about what tricks Zheng Yi, a young cultivator in the Jindan stage, was playing.
Zheng Yi smiled faintly: "The reason why I brought you here alone is naturally because I am sure I can kill you."
“What?” The Dark Spirit Monk was stunned at first, then he covered his stomach and laughed out loud: “Hahahahahaha…”
"This is the funniest joke I have heard in hundreds of years."
"A Jindan-stage cultivator actually wants to kill me, a Huashen-stage cultivator." The Dark Spirit cultivator pointed at his head and said, "You guy, is there something wrong with your brain?"
"You will know soon." Zheng Yi opened his eyes wide and launched an attack on the Mingling monk.
Under Zheng Yi's intentional control, although he was only in the middle stage of the Golden Core, it was not difficult for him to exert the strength of the peak of the Golden Core.
The Dark Spirit Monk waved his hand casually to block Zheng Yi's full-strength attack: "I thought you could bring me some surprises, but this is it?"
"Boy, I admit that you are very strong. The magic weapon you used to kill my companion just now was so powerful that I have never seen it before in my life."
"But the Golden Core Stage is the Golden Core Stage. Do you really think you can compete with us in the God Transformation Stage?"
With a flick of his sleeves, Zheng Yi's attack was instantly shattered and he was blown away like a cannonball.
It hit hard on a huge rock.
The huge rock exploded and shattered into fist-sized cubes.
"Cough cough cough." Zheng Yi spat out blood and stood up from the ground with difficulty.
If he was just an ordinary Jindan stage, this move would be enough to completely deprive him of his combat effectiveness.
The Mingling monk was so shocked to find that Zheng Yi was hit by his palm but was able to stand up unharmed that he couldn't close his mouth.
Although he didn't use his full strength in the attack just now.
But the gap between the two sides was a whole realm. Under such circumstances, the opponent was able to block his attack.
Where the hell did this little monster come from?
"No, we must not let him go." The cultivator of the Nether Spirit Clan secretly made up his mind to kill him.
But before that, he had one more thing to do.
"Boy, don't blame me for not giving you a chance. Take out the magic weapon you just used to kill my elder brother, and I will consider sparing your life."
Zheng Yi wiped the blood from his mouth and sneered jokingly: "It seems that you have completely forgotten what I just said."
"I brought you here to kill you."
The more he said this, the less the cultivators of the Nether Spirit Clan took Zheng Yi seriously.
In the eyes of the Dark Spirit Monk, the little human creature in front of him was simply being stubborn.
He gritted his teeth and grinned, "Since you are unwilling to hand it over, then I will make you suffer a little."
Zheng Yi saw a flash of his figure before his eyes, and the Nether Spirit Monk was already in front of him, kicking Zheng Yi away again.
Zheng Yi directly knocked down seven or eight large trees before he could barely stop.
This time, the Dark Spirit Monk used at least 80% to 90% of his strength, and Zheng Yi was seriously injured.
But this time, he did not use any magic weapon, but only relied on his own body to block the attack of the master of the Spiritualization Stage. Even Zheng Yi himself found it a little unbelievable.
After kicking Zheng Yi away, the Mingling monk still felt a little regretful. He was really afraid that if he killed this guy, he would not be able to get the treasure from him.
result……
Zheng Yi actually stood up again, not relying on any magic weapon or anything else.
This is a bit scary.
Is this damned human cultivator in front of me really in the Golden Core Stage? Could it be that he is a master in the Spiritualization Stage who is deliberately hiding his strength?
Before he could figure out what was happening, Zheng Yi had already recovered from his injuries and rushed towards the Nether Spirit Monk again.
Through these two attacks, Zheng Yi has verified his "Emperor's Divine Art".
The cultivation level of this dark spirit monk is not low, he is at least a master in the middle stage of the Spirit Transformation Realm.
Even with such cultivation level, he could withstand attacks with 80% to 90% of their power.
Moreover, after practicing qigong and regulating breathing, the injuries can be mostly recovered in two or three breaths.
In terms of recovery, his own skills are also perfect.
Now, we can test our offensive power.
"You damn trash, I want you to die." A mere Jindan cultivator actually dared to provoke him who was in the God Transformation stage. The Mingling cultivator now wished that he could tear Zheng Yi into pieces.
This time he did not hold back and used all his strength to strike Zheng Yi with one palm.
He no longer wanted the powerful magic weapon, and now he only wanted to blow this damn guy into pieces.
Zheng Yi slowly raised his hand and pretended to hold a sword.
He said calmly and quietly: "One sword from the emperor will kill millions!"
Obviously Zheng Yi was empty-handed, but the Mingling monk felt that Zheng Yi seemed to be holding a long sword shining with golden light in his hand.
The sword body is wrapped with a dragon, carrying endless majesty.
The palm power of the master in the Spirit Transformation Stage was actually torn apart by this sharp sword, and the sword energy went straight to his throat.
At the critical moment, the monk Ming Ling tilted his head desperately, and the long sword brushed across his cheek, leaving a wound more than two fingers wide on his face.
"Damn it, what kind of evil technique are you using?"
Zheng Yi smiled: "My Emperor's Divine Art uses the upright power of the king, how could it be an evil art?"
"Nonsense, what a bullshit kingly way." The Dark Spirit Monk gritted his teeth and roared in a cowardly manner.
"Don't think you can scare me with your cleverness. The next time I strike, you'll be dead."
Looking at the other person's eyes darting around, Zheng Yi sighed secretly in his heart.
He still has many moves that have not been tried out, and he doesn't know what the effects will be.
Unfortunately, the guy in front of me already wanted to escape.
The master of the Divine Transformation Realm wanted to run away, and Zheng Yi knew that it was impossible for him to catch him, so he could only decide the life and death in advance.
"In that case, take it."
Zheng Yi made a sword-holding gesture in the air: "One sword from the emperor will kill millions!"
Everything seemed to be no different from before.
The Ming Ling monk also gritted his teeth and fought back. In the previous attack, he had already seen through the weakness of Zheng Yi's move. As long as he could force the opponent away, he would immediately flee and never come back.
It’s a pity that the ideal is beautiful, but the reality is quite cruel.
When Zheng Yi used the Emperor's Sword before, he used the spiritual energy at the peak of his golden elixir state.
This time, the spiritual energy used by Zheng Yi was the spiritual energy at the peak of the Spiritual Transformation Stage obtained through dual cultivation with Wen Ziyan.
Even with his current body, he is still unable to fully unleash the true power of these spiritual energies.
But no matter what, the transformation of the spirit is the transformation of the spirit.
Coupled with Zheng Yi's self-created Emperor's Sword, this seemingly ordinary sword technique contains extremely terrifying power.
The sword-drawing process was ordinary, but just as the sword was about to pierce the body of the Nether Spirit Monk.
The power that had been accumulating on the tip of the sword suddenly burst out.
When the monk Ming Ling found out, it was too late.
"not good!"
The powerful sword energy gushed out from the tip of the sword, passing through the body of the Nether Spirit Monk as if passing through a piece of paper.
The speed was so fast that the Dark Spirit Clan’s protective magic weapons didn’t even have time to activate.
It was not until the sword energy pierced the Ghost Monk through that the Ghost Monk's body protection magic weapon was barely activated, forming a blue shield that wrapped the Ghost Monk.
The dark monk's eyes widened with anger, and he said unwillingly: "You... lied... to me..."
Zheng Yi shrugged innocently: "You said that yourself, I didn't say anything."
Using the spiritual energy of the Spiritual Transformation Stage to wield the Emperor's Sword did yield unexpected results.
However, although this move is extremely powerful, the cost is also high.
With just one move, all the spiritual energy that Zheng Yi and Wen Ziyan had accumulated during their dual cultivation was almost consumed.
If he were to use his own spiritual energy to perform a move, even if he consumed all of his spiritual energy, he probably wouldn't be able to hit the target. This time, the effect is only 30% of the power.
After making sure that the dark spirit monk was dead, Zheng Yi hurried back to Chixiao Hall.
My goodness, their fight is still going on.
Lin Junrong and Zhao Shan forced a dark spirit cultivator to flee in panic.
Feng Xia was fighting with another old man and a ghost monk in the Spiritual Transformation Stage, and the battle was hard to resolve.
Zheng Yi was stunned. What the hell was going on?
He had already resolved the battle by fighting alone, and our side clearly had the advantage in numbers, so how come it had taken so long without a winner being decided?
Zheng Yi, holding a small sword, walked towards the remaining two ghost monks with a wicked smile.
They had just seen with their own eyes how Zheng Yi used this seemingly inconspicuous little sword to release sword energy damage comparable to that of an enlightenment period.
Moreover, they did not know that although this small sword was extremely powerful, it required a considerable amount of time to accumulate spiritual energy in order to wield it.
Besides, Zheng Yi had just been fighting with their companions further and further away. Now Zheng Yi had left their companions behind and came back alone. It was very likely that his companions had died at the hands of Zheng Yi.
Now, this demon actually came to them again with that terrible flying sword.
Originally, the two monks from the Nether Spirit Clan were just holding on with difficulty.
Now that they found the other two dead, their momentum suddenly disappeared without a trace.
When two masters in the Spirit Transformation Stage fight, the outcome can be decided in a split second.
Now that their reaction is so huge, if Lin Junrong and the others fail to seize this opportunity, then all their practice for so long will have been in vain.
It took no more than a cup of tea after Zheng Yi came back that the other two masters of the Mingling clan who had reached the state of spiritual enlightenment were surrendered one after another.
All the masters of the Divine Transformation Realm were dead, so how could the ordinary Nether Spiritual Monks have the mind to attack? They retreated quickly like the tide.
They wanted to run away, but the disciples of Chi Xiao Tang refused to let them go and frantically began to hunt down these dark spirit monks. (End of this chapter)