"Furthermore, there is a peerless material here that can be used to forge weapons, the Pure Yang Stone Essence."
This volcano was one of the more famous places in the Wind Domain. Feng Feilong was very familiar with this place, so he explained to Shenlang.
Shen Lang faintly nodded his head. It seemed that Soul Palace didn't have enough resources, which was why they sent people out to search for materials to forge weapons. However, Shen Lang couldn't understand one thing. Soul Palace had always been a careful faction. Why would they be so careless this time and reveal themselves and be discovered by others?
While Shenlang and the others were deep in thought, a cultivator flew over from afar. That cultivator was a Dao Integration Realm elder of the Wind Clan. When the elder saw Shenlang and the others in the sky, his face lit up with joy. He hastily arrived before them and respectfully greeted, "Shenlang. Greetings, Lord God Emperor."
Feng Feilong did not greet Feng Feilong first. Instead, he greeted Shenlang first. Although Feng Feilong was displeased, he did not blame Feng Feilong. If Feng Feilong had greeted him first, he would have felt that Feng Feilong did not know how to look at the big picture.
"Elder Feilong, what's wrong?"
Feng Feilong knew that Shenlang did not know who Feng Feilong was, so he hurriedly asked.
"Reporting to the patriarch, the person the God Emperor wanted us to pay attention to has appeared again. For some reason, that person is surrounded by several peak Transformation Realm cultivators. Although that person is a Dao Integration Realm cultivator, he won't be able to escape in a short time. I have already sent the Third and Fourth Elders over. If that person did not escape in advance, the Third and Fourth Elders should have encountered him by now."
Feng Feilong reported with cupped fists.
Shenlang raised his brow slightly and said indifferently, "Position?"
.....
Boom!
At the peak of a certain mountain range, three figures were fighting an intense battle. Two of them were wearing the attire of the Wind Clan and had powerful auras. They were currently besieging another person. Below the three of them, several Transformation Realm cultivators were watching the battle in the sky vigilantly, ready to intervene at any moment.
"Big Brother, the five of us are going to be rich this time. If that person is the person the Lord God Emperor is looking for, when the two elders of the Wind Clan capture him, we will definitely be rewarded handsomely," said a brawny man with thick eyebrows.
A rough-looking man with thick eyebrows and big eyes said excitedly as he held two huge hammers that weighed a hundred kilograms each in his hands.
The big brother that the man spoke of was an elegant man in a green robe. The man held a feather fan in his hand and wore a silk headscarf on his head. He looked like a strategist.
The scholarly man gently fanned himself with his fan and smiled. "Everyone on the continent knows about the God Emperor. There are countless people who dream of soaring to the heavens. This person was discovered by the five of us, and his fate was also foretold. But don't get too happy too early. The thoughts of a major character are not something we can fathom. When you meet the God Emperor, you must be careful with your words and actions."
Hearing the scholarly man's words, the other four cultivators stopped smiling and said solemnly, "Yes, Big Brother."
While the five of them were discussing, a terrifying aura descended from the sky. The moment the five sensed the aura, they felt an urge to submit.
The five of them looked at the sky in shock. Suddenly, six figures appeared in the sky. One of them was a young man with a devilish face who looked like a young master of an aristocratic family. He sent out a palm strike that contained boundless might that could topple the heavens. It enveloped the black-robed man who was besieged by the two elders of the Wind Clan.
Crack!
Space shattered, and the space around the black-robed man instantly turned into a vacuum. The formless palm strike was instantly suppressed by the black-robed man without any ability to resist. Pu!
Pu! Pu!
Pu! The black-robed man's black robes instantly exploded, revealing his true appearance hidden under the black robes.
"Hmm?"
The moment the black robes exploded, everyone saw the man's face clearly. However, when Shenlang, Taihuang, and One Page Book saw the man's face, they could not help but be surprised.
"Won Jin-yang?"
Won Jin-yang originally felt despair. He thought that he was going to be crushed to death by the terrifying pressure of the palm strike. Suddenly, he felt his body relax, and the terrifying pressure instantly retreated.
Won Jin-yang lifted his face, which was covered in cold sweat. When he saw Shenlang, who was a hundred feet away, he could not help but feel happy. However, just as Won Jin-yang's heart relaxed and thousands of thoughts appeared in his mind, the Soul Devouring Pill in his Primordial Spirit suddenly took effect. Won Jin-yang could not help but hug his head. He screamed and fell from the sky.
Whoosh!
Taihuang took a step forward and appeared below Won Jin-yang to catch him. Then, Taihuang brought Won Jin-yang, whose face was twisted in pain, to Shenlang.
"What happened?"
One Page Book, Taihuang, and the others were all puzzled when they saw Won Jin-yang's face twisted in pain and his body convulsing.
Wasn't Won Jin-yang captured by the Soul Palace? Why did he suddenly appear here? It seemed like he was working for the Soul Palace. Moreover, when he saw Shenlang, why did this happen?
Just as everyone was puzzled, the Sword Emperor pointed his finger. There was a faint sharpness, which pointed between Won Jin-yang's eyebrows. The sharpness directly entered Won Jin-yang's Primordial Spirit. Strands of invisible threads that were tormenting Won Jin-yang's Primordial Spirit were cut off by the Sword Emperor's sharpness. However, the Sword Emperor could only do this much. Although he had relieved Won Jin-yang's pain, Won Jin-yang was still unable to bear the remaining pain of his Soul Devouring Pill. Although he was no longer screaming in pain, he was constantly sucking in cold air. He was simply unable to speak.
"Some kind of restriction seems to have been planted in his Primordial Spirit. I can't completely remove it. Although I have destroyed a part of the restriction in his Primordial Spirit, the remaining restriction is enough to take his life."
The Sword Emperor sighed. He felt a little apologetic for being unable to save Won Jin-yang.
Shenlang shook his head slightly. Won Jin-yang was in a bad mood after being tortured like this. After all, Won Jin-yang was an old man who had followed him since the beginning. He could be considered a veteran of the Hades. Although Won Jin-yang's strength was not strong, he had deep feelings for him.
"Let me try."
Shenlang took a light breath. The power of his Primordial Spirit spread out and gently entered Won Jin-yang's mind. His Primordial Spirit was too strong. With the cultivation of Won Jin-yang's Primordial Spirit, he simply could not bear it. Therefore, Shenlang could only use a part of his Primordial Spirit. If he used too much, he was afraid that it would destroy Won Jin-yang's Primordial Spirit.
Looking at the strands of black mist that were constantly entangling Won Jin-yang's Primordial Spirit, Shenlang's Primordial Spirit gently encircled it and constantly removed the black strands that were emitted by the Soul Devouring Pill.
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