Chapter 922
The Dust Settles, the Soul-Locking Lamp
Chapter 922 The Dust Settles, the Thousand-Mile Soul-Locking Lamp
"Hu Yuzhao?"
Feeling the oppressive force of the Glazed Treasure Light Daoist Temple, Yang Xu frowned, his magical power flowed sluggishly through his meridians, and his body trembled slightly.
"I will one day reach the pinnacle of Core Formation."
His words were filled with longing, but his face was extremely gloomy. The Black Prison Pearl in his hand emitted spiritual light, and he was about to speak.
"Junior Brother Yang, please leave this matter to me."
With his withered fingers pressing down on Yang Xu's arm, Luo Yuzhou, with his dry hair hanging down his shoulders and his hunched figure, looked at Fang Yi curiously.
He muttered under his breath.
Even the most foolproof plans can encounter unexpected problems.
Two Grand Masters of the Fire Worship Sect joined forces to use Yu tide as bait to ambush and kill a cultivator at the sixth level of the Core Formation stage.
Even with such caution, Fang Yi managed to glimpse a sliver of hope?!
Hu Yuzhao went so far as to activate the Glazed Treasure Light Dojo to obstruct the way, clearly showing that she came to support Fang Yi.
What benefits did Hu Yuzhao gain from Fang Yi?
In the past, battles between great immortals and cultivators were commonplace a thousand miles outside the ancient city of Huitong, with many cultivators from major sects hunting each other down.
Yet he did not step forward to stop it; his stubbornness was unprecedented in two hundred years.
"Why would Brother Yuzhao, instead of staying in his jade palace and focusing on organizing the trade fair, travel a thousand miles to obstruct me?"
A dark black, ghostly flame hook flew out from his sleeve, spitting out firelight, and Luo Yuzhou's hoarse voice sounded like a carrion vulture.
His eyes were lined with wrinkles, and his face looked old, but no one dared to underestimate him.
"Could it be that the Four Seas Merchant Alliance intends to intervene in the conflict between my sect and Xuan Yang Mountain?"
"The Merchant Alliance has always been neutral; why would it interfere in the disputes between the Great Yu sects?" Hu Yuzhao said in a deep voice.
"What do you mean, fellow Daoist?" Luo Yuzhou reached out and grasped the Netherflame Hook, his eyes burning with intensity, ready to unleash a full-force attack at any moment.
"."
"."
For a moment, only the howling of the biting wind remained in the clouds.
Seeing the two Grand Masters of the Fire Worship Sect and Ruan Yuxi locking Fang Yi in place, even Hu Yuzhao, the owner of Huitong Mall and a Core Formation Perfection cultivator, had a headache.
He looked warily at Luo Yuzhou, who was dressed in a gray robe and whose face was covered in wrinkles, and murmured to himself.
'This Qingyangzi Fang Yi has caused quite a bit of trouble; this old monster probably already has a plan.'
If it weren't for the spiritual creatures that appeared in the Ten Thousand Mountains, I would never have gotten involved in such trouble.
The Zoroastrian sect has no shortage of great masters at the eighth or ninth level of the Core Formation stage, but those who are dispatched to Huitong Ancient City to oversee it are no ordinary people.
Luo Yuzhou is not only shrewd in dealing with people, but also possesses unparalleled skill in combat.
In terms of combat, Fang Yi relied on two third-tier high-grade puppets, whose puppetry skills were profound and already quite strong among the Great True Persons.
Defeating Ruan Yuxi with only a mid-stage Core Formation cultivation level is truly remarkable; he may very well achieve the peak of Core Formation in the future.
But at this moment, it is superior to Zoroastrianism.
Do not!
It was quite difficult to survive even with the combined efforts of three great masters.
The Zoroastrian cultivators were not rogue cultivators; their cultivation techniques were complete, and they had barely reached the late Core Formation stage. Even their high-grade magic treasures were unmatched by rogue cultivators.
"Humph!"
Luo Yuzhou's eyes gleamed with a sharp light, his tone aggressive and displeased as he said in a deep voice:
"Why did you intervene, fellow Daoist, to stop me from killing the sect's greatest enemy?"
Could it be that the Four Seas Business Alliance has ceased to uphold neutrality?
As if in response to Luo Yuzhou's words, Ruan Yuxi, whose complexion had returned to a rosy hue, and Yang Xu, who was supporting the beauty, both stepped forward.
The clear waters and springs flowed gently, their energy profound and enduring: the cold, icy flames transformed into pillars of fire that shot into the sky, stirring up changes in the energy.
The three Great Immortals connected their auras, creating a crimson domain within the Glazed Treasure Light Dao Field.
"Oh!"
The crimson flames and the shimmering light of the crystal collided, seemingly evenly matched.
Hu Yuzhao frowned slightly, displeased. "Do the three of you intend to fight me?"
His rounded five fingers manipulated the gold and silver coins, jade and gold chips on the paulownia wood, and the shimmering jewels condensed into a golden tree.
"Whoosh!" The Money Tree swept across the room.
"boom!"
The Crimson Flame Domain crumbled inch by inch, and the three streams of energy were suppressed. Hu Yuzhao's eyes turned cold; he was wary of Luo Yuzhou.
But it was only a matter of apprehension!
Luo Yuzhou has been stuck at the bottleneck of Core Formation for far too long. By now, he has already achieved the peak of Core Formation and is fearless against any cultivator below the Nascent Soul stage.
Even if Qing Sui from Medicine King Valley and Bai Chan from the Fire Worship Sect came here, they would still have to fight each other before a winner could be determined.
Moreover, Fang Yi is involved with the spiritual treasures of the Ten Thousand Mountains, a rare new source of income. If Luo Yuzhou, Yang Xu, and Ruan Yuxi don't know what's good for them, he wouldn't mind teaching them a lesson.
Hu Yuzhao neither argued nor explained. A wisp of gilded energy flowed from his fingertips, and the power of the Glazed Treasure Light Dojo increased by three points.
"As long as I am here, no cultivators may fight within a thousand miles of this Huitong Mall."
Fellow Daoist Luo, I'll give you ten breaths. If you break the rules, don't blame me for being ruthless!
"As long as your lives are not harmed, even the Crimson Flame True Lord will not say a word."
"you!"
Yang Xu gripped Yu tide's slender waist tightly, and her faint fragrance wafted into his nose. His heart fluttered, his eyes burned with anger, and his aura became intensely hot.
"Brother Yuzhao, why didn't you show yourself when Fang Yi severely injured Junior Sister Yuxi?!"
Such double standards show no fear of our Zoroastrianism.
"boom!"
Within the temple grounds, a brilliant, shimmering light shone, and the immense pressure caused Yang Xu's back to bend slightly.
He was about to activate the Black Prison Pearl and the Ice Flame Axe when he heard Luo Yuzhou's hoarse voice transmission in his ear.
Do I need to say it a second time?
Hu Yuzhao exuded an air of nobility, wearing a silver-threaded Pixiu robe, and holding an abacus magic weapon with a golden paulownia wood frame and gilded counting rods, which emitted mysterious light.
"Buzz!"
The ghostly flames traced a piercing arc, shattering several layers of shimmering light.
Luo Yuzhou stepped forward and helped Yang Xu to his side.
"As Fellow Daoist Yuzhao says!" he said in a deep voice, his eyes filled with warning.
"I'll spare Qingyangzi's life this time to save face for you, but next time..."
I hope you will abide by what I have said today!
As soon as he finished speaking, Luo Yuzhou's back became even more hunched, ignoring Yang Xu's displeased expression and Ruan Yuxi's desire to devour Fang Yi whole.
With a wave of his sleeve, a crimson light swept the two away, and they fled.
"Hu~~"
The radiant light of the crystal dojo subsided, and Hu Yuzhao looked at Fang Yi, whose face was gentle and seemed harmless.
"Is Sect Leader Fang certain that I will make a move?"
He chuckled softly, a sound that was both persuasive and a warning.
"I have placed my bet, and I will naturally side with Sect Leader Fang."
"But the demonic creatures and spiritual beings that have appeared in the Ten Thousand Mountains can only allow me to go this far. If you wish to go further, it depends on your sincerity, fellow Daoist."
Hu Yuzhao curled the corners of his lips and said meaningfully:
"After Bai Yuan of the Fire Worship Cult was killed by you, Xuan Yang Mountain, Yang Xu took over the position of true disciple."
He gained many opportunities under the tutelage of the Fire Lord, who was in seclusion to heal his injuries, and his cultivation progressed rapidly, far surpassing what he had experienced during the battle that wiped out the Azure Water Pavilion.
Luo Yuzhou, that old monster, is no ordinary person either. Sect Leader Fang was able to defeat a Grand Master with only the sixth level of Core Formation, so he has a solid foundation and a bright future.
But Luo Yuzhou could do the same back then.
"Unlike the place of exile in Dayun, where spiritual resources are scarce and only three or five third-order spiritual veins can barely sustain it, only the Jianyang Secret Realm is worthy of attention."
The heroes of the Great Yu Dynasty are as numerous as carp crossing a river, and there have been geniuses throughout history who, at the mid-stage of Core Formation, have defeated Great Masters.
Those who are fond of war will perish; they damage their very foundation, and ultimately, very few can achieve the perfect Core Formation stage.
That concludes my statement. Headmaster Fang, you should take care of yourself.
The lingering sound faded away, and the gilded radiance dissipated as ripples spread.
Before Fang Yi could respond, Hu Yuzhao transformed into a beam of crystal light and vanished into the sky.
For a cultivator at the sixth level of the Core Formation stage to lend a helping hand once is already a great honor, considering the Fire Worship Sect and the demonic spiritual objects.
Is that so?
A meaningful smile played on Fang Yi's lips as his palm pulsed with withered magical power, performing [Qi Seeking], [Spirit Locking], and [Soul Probing].
True fire steamed and enveloped the two slender lotus-shaped arms, and a series of magic seals were cast into them.
"Buzz!"
A phantom of a lamp appeared, and with a wave of his sleeve, the Void Realm Withering and Flourishing Banner swept Yu tide's arm, which was enveloped in true fire, into the Withering and Flourishing Blessed Land.
The true fire of withering and flourishing fades away
Flesh and blood were boiled down to make lamp oil, fur and hides were tanned to make lamp wicks, and bones were fused into lamps that glowed with a soft, jade-like light.
"The Secret Technique of Withering and Flourishing [Thousand-Mile Soul-Locking Lamp]".
Fang Yi's divine soul power probed into the Blessed Land of Withered Glory, and a wisp of essence fell, igniting the Thousand-Mile Soul-Locking Lamp. The lamplight flickered, and in the dim light, it seemed to illuminate Yu tide's graceful figure.
"The three Great Masters are indeed somewhat troublesome."
However, if Ishimi Gin could be obtained, it would be a world of difference to advance my Abyss Sea realm to the quasi-fourth rank.
He thought that although his magic power was somewhat strained, it was enough to activate the near-fourth-tier puppet and deliver the final blow.
A hundred miles away, a dark lotus blooms in an ice cave, and a blood spring coffin is connected to a scarlet magic barrier, concealing its aura.
"it's over
As the master predicted, Hu Yuzhao truly couldn't bear to part with the demonic artifact.
Chi Yin held the Xuan Yin Soul-Slaying Blade in his arms, surrounded by an aura of slaughter.
The blade was jet black, with a thin, cicada-wing-like edge that was incredibly sharp. Faint, dark blue runes flowed across its surface.
"Clang!"
The Soul-Slaying Blade hummed softly, and his pent-up aura gradually subsided.
After reaching the seventh level of Core Formation, his intelligence greatly increased. Although he was still somewhat foolish, he was now capable of acting on his own.
Fang Yi never places all his hopes on others.
The combined strength of Luo Yuzhou, Yang Xu, and Ruan Yuxi, three great masters, poses a significant threat to him.
If Hu Yuzhao is hesitant to act due to fear of the Fire Worship Sect, then a Grand Master of the Corpse Path who cultivates the Yin Fire Path should step in.
"boom!"
Frost spread, and the demonic energy of the tortoise shell soared into the sky, breaking the Nine-Bend Grand Formation. The White Frost Demon King, who had just defeated the Seven Precepts, couldn't help but curse as soon as he stepped out of the formation.
"Shameless Yu tide!"
Tiger Hill shook his mane, as if hunting wild beasts in the mountains, and blocked the White Frost Demon King's path.
Behind the Demon King, Yuan Hai was clad in white bone armor, surrounded by gray mist, like a strange demon from the deep sea.
Neither of these two puppets was something he could defeat, Bai Shuang said with a bitter smile.
"If Sect Leader Fang Yi spares my life, Bai Shuang will surely repay him handsomely."
Fang Yi, wearing a jade crown and with his black hair flying, looked at the humble-looking White Frost Demon King and murmured to himself.
"It wasn't entirely fruitless."
"A mid-grade third-tier demon king, refined into a blood medicine, is enough to allow my body refinement path to reach the mid-grade third tier."
His gaze swept over the two disciples on the Crimson Sky Flying Cloud Boat, a look of satisfaction on his face, before he spoke in a deep voice.
"Heng'er, Yu'er, this ice-attribute demon king has profound magical power and high defense, but his cultivation level is not much higher than yours."
"In preparation for a future major cold wave, you all should come and practice, so that you won't be caught off guard when it arrives."
"Yes! Disciple obeys the law!"
"Thank you for your guidance, Master!"
Amidst the envious gazes of cultivators like Shen Che and Xie Qingtang, Qin Yu, his robes fluttering, summoned the Azure Blood Bodhi Branch.
"Imperial Decree: Azure Spirit Whip of a Hundred Woods!"
"This is outrageous!" The White Frost Demon King's face twisted in rage. Knowing there was no hope of escape, his demonic blood began to burn.
"Crack!"
The chilling ice crystals spread and froze the Hundred Trees Green Spirit Whip.
"So what if I bully you?"
"Imperial Decree: Overturn the seas and rivers!"
A smile played on Li Heng's lips as he waved the azure banner in his hand, and towering waves crashed down.
As the spiritual veins of the vast icy plains ascend, every sixty years the chilling aura leaks out, triggering a massive cold wave.
With the help of the cold wave, the cultivation level of the icefield monsters increased by half a level, which they used to attack the human settlement.
There is now a demon king at the sixth level of the Core Formation stage who is familiar with ice and cold-related magical artifacts, which will be of great benefit during future cold waves.
Know that cold waves are both dangerous and opportune. As the chilling energy of the Ice Plains' main spiritual vein leaks out, the sacred burial sites and blessed lands that were once hidden deep beneath the frozen earth will one by one reveal themselves.
One hour later.
"boom!"
The long whip of emerald water shattered the tortoise shell, followed closely by the precious pearl of the vast ocean.
"Roar!"
A powerful tortoise roar resounded, and three hundred cold blades swept towards Qin Yu, whose face was pale, and Li Heng, whose aura was slightly unstable.
A demon king who had taken a half-step into the realm of a Great True Person was clearly beyond the limits of the two of them.
"Certainly!"
Fang Yi lightly clapped his five fingers, and a blue light flowed around him. The ancient vines spread out and transformed into a large handprint that struck down.
"boom!"
The cold blade shattered into powder, and Bai Shuang's fierce aura was once again defeated.
This is the third time.
Yu'er and Heng'er have been tempered to a similar degree; too much of a good thing is bad.
Fang Yi looked at his two disciples, whose auras were refined and seemed to have gained some insight, and flicked out a stream of medicinal energy from his fingertips to nourish their souls and bodies.
He then looked towards the Crimson Sky Flying Cloud Boat, his eyes filled with envy for Shen Che and the others.
"Junior Brother Shen, Junior Sister Su, Junior Sister Xie, why don't you all give it a try?"
Fang Yi!
"If you have the guts, then take my life! What kind of behavior is that!"
The White Frost Demon King roared to the sky, transforming into a frigid ice mountain that crashed down on Fang Yi.
"Noisy!"
Fang Yi frowned slightly, extended his five fingers, and the Blood Bodhi Branch, swaying in the wind, whipped down.
"Snapped!"
"boom!"
The iceberg collapsed, revealing the Frost Demon King covered in bloodstains.
"Thank you for your guidance, Master!"
Shen Che's robes fluttered, and an excited expression appeared on his handsome face as he slashed down with his dark gold greatsword.
Su Yunni and Xie Qingtang also unleashed their respective magical treasures.
After Qin Yu and Li Heng had their first taste of the soup, Fang Yi once again brought in three Core Formation cultivators to help.
He has the authority to mobilize anyone below the Grand Master in Xuan Yang Mountain, which can be used to hone one's cultivation, and it also has considerable benefits in the cold wave.
And he, as the sect leader, can also share in some of these benefits.
Half a day later.
As night fell, the bright moon was obscured by thick clouds, and the howling wind was even more biting.
Huitong Mall was brightly lit, bustling with cultivators, and its magnificent buildings stood tall, suppressing the chilling air from all directions.
The Jinbao Shipyard is paved with bluestone, and the soft mist separates each ship's cabin.
A crimson glow, like silk, enveloped the area as the nearly 100-foot-tall Crimson Sky Flying Cloud Boat descended, its cloud ladder extending from the deck and landing on the bluestone plaza.
As Fang Yi stepped out of the quiet room, he immediately sensed a resentful and gloomy gaze coming from the southwest corner.
A white bone lamp in his sleeve glowed faintly.
"This watery Daoist aura is a legacy of the Azure Water Pavilion, and it also contains a trace of demonic energy."
Is it that thousand-year-old Ren Shui turtle that disappeared without a trace?
Interesting, interesting.
Ruan Yuxi still had a backup plan, but it's unclear whether the two members of the Zoroastrian sect knew about it or not.
His dark pupils gleamed slightly, and the phantom image of a six-pointed plum blossom flashed by, the plum blossoms changing in an instant.
"Oh!"
Two sharp gazes clashed, a clash of titans.
In a corner of the ancient city, Yu tide's face was grim, and she was still unwilling to accept it.
"We've been discovered."
Thinking of Yang Xu's vow, she hardened her heart and walked towards the Zoroastrian stronghold.
(End of this chapter)