As a professional, Wang Lu was more inclined to take the initiative to attack in the immortal dream land.
After finding the trace of the wandering Daoist priest in the Yunyang mansion, although there was no further clue, Wang Lu quickly found his real body.
Because now that he understood his intention, which was to induce King Yunyang to become a tyrant, he deduced that there were only a few places where he should be at at this time...
And among these few places, the royal tomb was undoubtedly the first choice. Dozens of generations of kings of the Yun Country were buried here, and together they guarded this beautiful and prosperous country after their death. And the ancient monument that symbolized the destiny of the Yun Country stood in front of the royal tomb. Once the country changed, it would bear the brunt.
When Wang Lu arrived at the royal tomb, he had already discovered the change. The soldiers who guarded this place were obviously affected by the spell. Each and every one of them was pale and stiff, and without exception, they maintained an old-fashioned look.
In reality, as the troops guarding the royal mausoleum, they were the elite troops carefully selected by the kingdom. They were determined and loyal, and they knew very well what their responsibilities were. When they came here, they had already treated themselves as dead people. At the same time, living near the royal tomb for a long time had inevitably contaminated these soldiers with a bit of death aura.
Such an army was the most stable and the most terrible. Even the team sent by King Yunyang to slaughter the village could not be compared with the army guarding the royal tomb. However, in the eyes of cultivators, the fighting strength of mortals was not important at all. What was important was that these troops were simply excellent material for corpse soldiers.
With Wang Lu's eyesight, he could clearly see that they had been hit by a high-level spell, and although the traces of the spell contamination were deliberately hidden, it could not be hidden from Wang Lu's eyes. At this time, they were still alive and had not been refined into corpse soldiers. However, he was afraid that it would not take long. Now that they were almost in a critical state, as long as the caster gave the command, they could quickly complete the transformation between life and death.
And through this point, it could be seen that the wandering Daoist priest had basically completed all the preparatory work. It could be said that everything was ready except for the east wind. If he had not interfered, the destruction of the Yun Country would only be a matter of time.
At this point, the other party would definitely not be willing to give up just like that. Thus, even if they saw that he was a disciple of a famous sect, they would not back down and insist on fighting to the death.
As expected, when Wang Lu truly stepped into the boundaries of the royal mausoleum, a sinister voice rang out beside his ear.
"I've long known that disciples of prestigious sects like you love to be in the limelight. You think that just because you have a high cultivation base and a magical treasure to protect you, you can move unhindered in the world. You especially like to slay demons. It's as if the cultivators of the evil sects and devil sects are fish on the chopping board, ready to be slaughtered by you. "
The voice was erratic, sometimes to the left, sometimes to the right, but the malice in the tone was overflowing like a tide.
"But you don't know that in our eyes, aren't you Righteous Dao cultivators the same? When I first started cultivating, I heard enough stories of geniuses slaughtering idiots from the righteous path. In fact, over the years, countless righteous cultivators have died in our hands. Twenty years ago, I personally captured a female cultivator who had just entered the King Pill Realm and didn't know the immensity of heaven and earth. Can you guess how I dealt with her? "
Wang Lu originally didn't care about this mysterious voice, but when he heard this, he laughed. "Idiot showing off your slight skill in front of an expert, do you know who you're showing off your insignificant skills in front of?"
While speaking, he finally locked on the opponent's position and threw the Sword of Mount Kun. Although the strength was not great, the sword momentum was as fast as lightning, flying toward the tallest building in the royal mausoleum, which was the Ancient Monument of Yun Country.
The Ancient Monument of Yun Country was the most precious treasure of the country, and its majesty was even above King Yunyang, the living king. No one could blaspheme it in the slightest. However, at this time, a black-clothed man with a stooped figure stepped on the Ancient Monument without any respect.
In the face of the flying sword attack, he strangely laughed, waved his hand, and released several ghost fires, which collided with the Sword of Mount Kun.
The Ghost Flame was a Malicious Spirit Nefarious Flame that he'd refined by chance, and it was filled with corrosive Yin energy. If it were to strike a person's body, it would instantly transform the person into poisonous pus, and if it were to strike a Magic Treasure, it would contaminate the might of the Magic Treasure, causing it to be greatly damaged. These two ghost fires were the weapons used by the evil cultivators to deal with righteous cultivators. Twenty years ago, the righteous female cultivator he captured was defeated because she was caught off guard and her protective magical treasure was polluted by the ghost fires.
This evil cultivator could see that Wang Lu's magical treasure was powerful. Although he didn't know that it had reached the level of spiritual treasure, he could see that Wang Lu's flying sword was only fast, without any variation. It was simply a target that was delivered to his front door.
In fact, Wang Lu's ability to control the flying sword to injure the enemy was indeed not strong. With his peak Xudan Stage cultivation, he could only barely control the flying sword to fly smoothly. In a battle of the same level, it could not be said to have any lethality. However, Wang Lu did not need to worry about controlling the flying sword. The Sword of Mount Kun was a spiritual treasure. The sword spirit Autumn Beam had been painstakingly cultivating for thousands of years, and in the ancient sword tomb, she also obtained a chance to break through the bottleneck. Now, even if she was separated from her master and acted independently, she still had a very strong mobility. Seeing the several ghost fires in front of her, she directly turned around and went around them, continuing to rush toward the evil cultivator in black.
The evil cultivator was shocked. The ghost fires he released seemed to be casual, but in fact, they were carefully calculated to perfectly block the flying sword's path. However, he didn't expect that the flying sword would turn around in the air, and with incredible agility, it directly drew a few arcs, bypassed the ghost fires, and directly arrived in front of him!
Being approached by the flying sword, the evil cultivator finally panicked. Compared to the righteous cultivators, the means of these evil cultivators were more strange and varied, but in a fair fight, they were not the opponent. Although his cultivation was obviously higher than the opponent, in a fair fight, he did not have much chance of winning. The stories of righteous cultivators killing evil cultivators were not just legends … Not to mention that this flying sword was so strange and definitely not an ordinary object. If he was hit by it, it was inevitable that his soul would fly away and scatter.
Therefore, he fiercely clenched his teeth, waved his hand, and released a wall of fire that was more than ten feet high and forty to fifty feet wide. This wall of fire seemed inconspicuous, but it was actually all the ghost fires he had accumulated at this time. Releasing it all at once was somewhat of a gamble.
In this fight, from the first move, he had fallen into a disadvantageous position. If he could not turn the tables as soon as possible, he would be continuously suppressed by the opponent, and it was very likely that he would be defeated. Righteous cultivators liked this kind of suppressive fighting style the most. After all, they were better at frontal combat techniques. The evil cultivator, on the other hand, was good at winning by surprise, and this wall of fire was his capital to turn the tables.
If the opponent wanted to hit the wall of fire head-on, even a legendary spiritual treasure would be greatly damaged. And if the magical treasure was damaged, it would inevitably bring disaster to its master. When the time came, he would have the opportunity to reverse the situation.
However, the development of things was once again beyond his control. Just as he released the wall of ghost fires, he felt a blur in front of him. That simple, heavy, but incredibly sensitive flying sword suddenly turned into a young man wearing a red and white robe. The young man was not afraid of the power of the ghost fires and directly reached out to touch the wall of ghost fires.
Before the evil cultivator had the time to rejoice that he had encountered an opponent who didn't know the immensity of heaven and earth, he saw that the ghost fires in front of him were erratic, and then suddenly rushed toward him, as if they were overwhelmed by an irresistible force.
This change was too fast. The evil cultivator was stunned as he was surrounded by the ghost fires. Then, he used three spells in succession, but he still couldn't stop the ghost fires from approaching him. Finally, he watched in despair as he was swallowed by the ghost fires, and in the blink of an eye, he turned into a pool of pus.
After using the Non-Phase Nameless Sword to rebound the damage of the ghost fires, Wang Lu took a deep breath and calmed down the shock in his Jade Mansion. Just now, he was unprepared to take the full blow of a King Pill level evil cultivator, which was really not a good feeling.
Of course, if it were a Xudan Stage disciple from a common sect, it would not only be a bad feeling, but also be directly burned by the ghost fires. Even if they died ten times, they would still be alive. However, Wang Lu didn't feel that there was anything to be proud of.
After all, he just killed a dog, and the real master was still behind him, which would undoubtedly be a bitter fight. Against a dog, Wang Lu could use a crushing method to deal with the opponent in two or three moves. However, if it was replaced by an evil cultivator elder whose cultivation base was far above him and who was good at using a strange pervasive method, Wang Lu must be cautious in dealing with him.
Thinking of this, Wang Lu couldn't help but sigh with emotion. This immortal dream land was indeed a place that emphasized fighting. Just this black clothed evil cultivator alone was equivalent to the Peach Garden Village in the upper ring, which was composed of thousands of monsters and demons. The Peach Garden Village was a five-person team, while the Cloud Country was a solo team.
While he was thinking, Wang Lu suddenly felt a shake under his feet, as if something was about to break out of the ground.
He sneered and stepped down. He felt as if there was a volcanic crater under his feet that was about to erupt. An irresistible huge force gushed up, and he couldn't resist it.
However, Wang Lu refused to retreat even half a step. He took a deep breath and operated all the magical power in his body. Under the command of the Emperor Bone, the two hundred and six Non-Phase Sword Bones shone with a vigorous luster, while the simple and heavy Sword of Mount Kun steadily pointed at his feet. Wang Lu's most proficient Three Feet Sword Defense was launched, which abruptly pushed back the volcanic crater under his feet.
The next moment, a hundred feet in front of him, a thick tentacle broke out of the ground and soared into the sky. The tip of the tentacle was badly mutilated, and poisonous pus and blood fell like raindrops. It seemed that the injury was not light. At the same time, a gloomy voice floated in the air.
"Good kid, this move 'motionless like a mountain' is really something. Unfortunately, you're still too inexperienced!"
While speaking, the ground trembled one after another. One, two … a total of ten blood-red tentacles broke out of the ground. The tentacles stretched straight into the air and swayed back and forth.
Just now, Wang Lu found it a bit difficult to resist one tentacle. If all ten tentacles came out at the same time, it would simply be a dead end for him. However, seeing this scene, Wang Lu actually calmed down.
"A corpse driver who drives corpse beasts? Judging from the shape of the tentacles, it's a hybrid of an ancient giant earthworm, right? Unfortunately, the giant earthworm is of such a high grade, but its corpse has been refined by you into such a nondescript thing. It seems like you're at the peak of King Pill, right? … Tsk, I thought I would encounter a Yuanying Stage opponent, but in the end, you're just a small fry. "
The corpse driver sinisterly smiled and said, "Why would I need Yuanying Stage to deal with a kid who doesn't know the immensity of heaven and earth like you? Peak of King Pill is more than enough. "
"That's right, there are many powerful people in this world. There are indeed a lot of King Pill that can easily crush me, but unfortunately, none of them are as useless as you!"
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
