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Guo Mingde saw that his shidi was suddenly defeated and died, and even his spirit was nowhere to be seen. Because he couldn't figure out what method Zhang Yan used, he couldn't help but panic.
But he thought that his "Bei Qi Luo" had already restrained Zhang Yan, so he wouldn't retreat. He clenched his teeth and chanted the incantation.
The Black Luo Luo's stream of air was like a bell, following his incantation, it suddenly shrunk and closed in.
Zhang Yan felt a huge force wrapping around him, as if it wanted to bind him and Yuanying together.
He didn't panic, he laughed coldly and shook his shoulder. A green light rose from the Yuanying, blocking the Luo Luo. The green light expanded, like a branch, it grew continuously, and a crackling sound could be heard. In just a moment, it actually pushed open a gap in the "Bei Qi Luo", preventing it from closing.
When Guo Mingde saw this, he was also shocked. If he allowed him to push away this magical weapon, then the advantage he had would be wiped away. How would he dare to let him escape? He hurriedly used his incantation and incessantly activated his mana. The 'Bei Feng Luo' trembled continuously and the airflow continued to drop down, one by one stretching out. The black fog covered the clouds and as soon as it was swept away, it continuously entangled with the inside.
Zhang Yan saw that the pressure on his body suddenly increased, he wanted to use the Wood Elemental True Light to push it away. But just as he was about to use his strength, his heart moved, he thought for a moment and retracted some of his strength. He only blocked it and didn't allow it to close in, but he also didn't struggle out.
As a result, this battle became a battle of mana.
Pang Mingde wasn't anxious at first, and even the situation before him was quite satisfactory.
Facing the enemy, it was obvious that Zhang Yan's skills were better. But in his mind, this person was Just now in the Nascent Soul stage, his skills were definitely not as deep as his own. After a long time, he would naturally be able to turn the situation around and easily gain the upper hand.
But as time passed, he gradually felt that something was wrong. Zhang Yan was still calm and collected, not showing any signs of declining, but he felt short of breath and weak, somewhat unable to hold on.
Of course, it was possible that Zhang Yan was deliberately mystifying things, but he didn't dare to gamble with his life.
In particular, Zhang Yan was a cultivator from a major sect in the Donghua Continent. He had often heard that the cultivators of this continent were powerful, which made him think even more highly of them. He could not help but feel nervous. If his spiritual power was really not as deep as this person's, then wouldn't he be in danger if he continued?
This was also because the Middle Pillar State's cultivators lacked experience and their dao hearts were not strong enough.
They usually relied on external objects to obtain victory. If they were unable to take down their opponent even with a magic treasure, they would lose their confidence and be beaten back to their original state in an instant. They would be at a loss of what to do and no longer have confidence. If the top ten disciples of Qincang school were here. Even if they lost all their magic treasures, they still dared to fight to the death.
Another long time passed. The two were still in a stalemate. Pang Mingde already felt mentally and physically exhausted, and his spiritual power was severely depleted.
Seeing that it was difficult to continue, he was also afraid and secretly complained, "Are all the cultivators of the Donghua Continent this powerful? This person clearly only reached the Nascent Soul stage not long ago, how is he so powerful? "
He thought that if this continued, he would probably end up like his junior brother Pang Yuzhong. He could not help but feel anxious.
He took out a few pills from his sleeve, but after swallowing them, he found that they could only hold on for a short while.
The spiritual power of the Yuanying cultivators was immense. They fed on the essence of heaven and earth, and when fighting with others, they were constantly being depleted. The power of the pills was like a cup of water on a burning cart of firewood. It could slightly replenish some spiritual energy, but it was impossible to use it to turn the situation around.
The disciples watching the battle on both sides saw that he had already started to swallow the pills, and it was obvious that he was at a disadvantage. They were also anxious and wanted to go up and help. However, when the Yuanying cultivators fought, there were astral winds swirling on both sides. Those with lower cultivation were pushed away when they got a little closer, let alone go up and help.
At this moment, no one realized that when Pang Yuzhong was killed, Hong An had retreated far away and sneaked into a corner where no one could see him. Then, regardless of the situation of the battle, he fled toward the outside of Kunyu without looking back. Not long after, he left the array and disappeared without a trace.
When Guo Mingde came out, he wanted to leave quickly and return quickly. He did not think that he would stay outside for long, so he did not bring many pills with him. Not long after, he consumed all of them.
After thinking about it, he made up his mind and shook his body. A thunderous sound was heard, and a cloud was shaken off from the top of the Yuanying. It slowly floated down, and when it touched his skin, it turned into essence and entered his body.
This was the essence of his spiritual power, and it was tempered by astral winds, so it was extraordinary. With its nourishment, his originally depleted spiritual power was replenished.
Guo Mingde's face turned pale, and then it turned red again.
This cloud was broken, and he lost at least a hundred years of cultivation. Although the Middle Pillar State was a place with a lot of spiritual resources, and he could cultivate it back in the future, he knew that with his lifespan, he would not be able to step into the second stage of Yuanying.
Even though he was able to harden his heart, his heart ached endlessly as well. He could only ceaselessly console himself. So long as he captured this person before him and seized the treasure back, when he returned to the sect, who else would be able to compare to his contributions? He would definitely be able to enjoy a lot of offerings.
Different from the confused Guo Mingde, since the beginning of the fight, Zhang Yan was not in a hurry. He wanted to capture this person alive and interrogate him to solve a few doubts in his heart. This was to take the opportunity to consume the opponent's spiritual power, so that it would be easier to capture him later.
Before he made his move, he had already thought that if this person's cultivation was deep, or if he had some powerful trump card, then he would use the Purple Heaven Thunder to open the way, and he would be able to escape unscathed.
After a round of fighting, he was no longer afraid. Although this person's cultivation level was higher than his, his spiritual power was far from his. Even if the opponent cut off the cloud on top of his head, he would only be able to hold on for a little longer, and it was far from the point where he could turn defeat into victory.
After a few hours, the sky darkened, and it was already night.
Guo Mingde's expression was slightly tired, and there was some panic in his eyes. In his heart, he actually wanted to retreat.
Actually, with the help of the cloud, his spiritual power was still far from reaching the point where he could not hold on any longer. At least he would have to fight for another night, and Just Now it was possible to see the outcome.
Although he was Yuanying Zhenren, he was able to reach this stage because of the various magical treasures and the secret techniques of the sect. His mind and spirit were far from the tenacity of a cultivator like Zhang Yan, who relied purely on himself to fight.
Before he fought with Zhang Yan, he had never fought for more than an hour. At this moment, his body and mind were already very tired. It was rare for him to hold on until now.
Moreover, Zhang Yan's calm and composed look gave him a great deal of pressure. His heart was heavy, and he was somewhat out of breath.
Seeing that things could not be done, he thought of escaping again. He thought to himself, "Even if I obtained this treasure, it is not something I can use myself. I still have to hand it over to the sect. Why should I risk my life to fight? There are many disciples here that need my protection. Now that Junior Brother is gone, if I lose, where can they escape to? Magical treasures can be refined again, but a dead person cannot be resurrected. Why not take advantage of the fact that I still have some strength left, and temporarily stop. In the future, when I call a few fellow sect members with high cultivation levels, I will find trouble with this person. "
He originally did not have the thought of the Great Dao in his heart. He only wanted to live freely for hundreds or thousands of years, and enjoy the riches and honor of the world. Now that he had not lived enough, how could he bear to throw away his life? Once these thoughts appeared, he no longer had the heart to continue fighting, and only thought about how to escape.
But even though he rarely fought with others, he knew that if he wanted to escape, he could not weaken his momentum. Instead, he had to suppress his opponent. Otherwise, if the opponent really counterattacked, it would really be difficult to resist.
Therefore, he did not retreat but advanced instead. He gathered all the strength in his body and urged it repeatedly. The 'Sorrowful Qi Luo' suddenly increased in momentum. The black fog rolled, and it seemed like it was going to crush Zhang Yan in one fell swoop. The surrounding disciples' spirits were lifted, and their eyes lit up.
Since Zhang Yan entered the path of Dao, he had encountered many cunning enemies. He had rich experience in fighting formations. Just from the opponent's small movements, he could see some clues. With a turn of his mind, he could guess what the opponent was thinking at this moment.
He smiled and simply pushed the boat with the current. He purposely withdrew some of his mana.
On the surface, it looked like he was being suppressed.
Guo Mingde saw that his strategy was successful and couldn't help but be overjoyed. Just that at this moment, a moment of hesitation and doubt appeared in his heart.
He only exerted a little pressure and this person seemed to be unable to hold on. If that was the case, could it be that this person was actually at the point where he was at the end of his rope? That expression on his face was just an act. Actually, if he exerted a little more, he would be able to take this person down?
Once this thought appeared, he was not in a hurry to leave. Instead, he wanted to wait for a while and see the result.
But he didn't know that this just happened to be within Zhang Yan's calculations.
After a moment, Guo Mingde was shocked to find that not only was he unable to suppress the opponent, the battle situation was instead gradually returning to the original state.
He had wasted a lot of mana for nothing. His original plan was not successful. He immediately realized that he had been tricked.
This time he didn't have any thoughts of defeating the enemy, and once again activated his Fa Li, waiting for the 'Bei Qi Luo' to show a little bit of power, he covered his head with the white smoke in his hand, creating a clear cloud light, bright as if it had been washed, glistening with blue water, after covering his body, he put away his Yuanying, turned around and was about to leave.
A cold smile appeared on Zhang Yan's face. He no longer suppressed the Wood Element True Light. He released the restraint and allowed his mana to skyrocket. That Green Light Qi immediately crept up and grew higher and higher. In an instant, that 'Bei Qi Luo' exploded. Another flash of blue light swept that magical weapon away.
Guo Mingde only felt a pain in his heart. Then a feeling of emptiness hit him. A salty taste surged up his throat. He didn't need to look back to know that his magical weapon was broken. At this moment, he couldn't care less about the thousand over disciples. He only cared about himself and ran out. A ray of light flew out.
Zhang Yan laughed heartily and stretched out his Nascent Soul, which transformed into a three-hundred-meter-long hand that chased after Guo Mingde and his treasures. Zhang Yan's Nascent Soul laughed heartily and stretched out its hand.
Guo Mingde was extremely shocked, and he hurriedly circulated his magic power. The protective Smoky Net shone brightly, and mist rose up to firmly resist the big hand.
But since he was in Zhang Yan's hand, he was like a cornered beast.
The huge hand kept on squeezing. In just a moment, Guo Mingde's mana was exhausted. An explosion was heard. The white smoke dispersed. His vision turned black and he lost consciousness.
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