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After Zhang Yan spoke, he used his Qi to check. His eyes flickered. As expected, Feng Hai Yang's soul wasn't here. His physical body only had a strand of God's will attached to it because it was still in the body. He used his magic power to disperse the strand of divine will. Then, he shook his sleeve and kept the head and the body into the Water Element True Light. With a tap of his foot, he rode the conveyance light and flew into the sky.
When he raised his eyes to look over, he immediately saw the Nascent Soul Dharma Body that had transformed into smoke and flown away. However, its magic power had been exhausted a long time ago, and its physical body had been killed. It was like a tree without roots or water without a source, and it didn't pose the slightest threat to him.
He shouted and turned into a rainbow. When he got close, he released a ray of water light. It rolled back and forth and kept it. Then, he controlled the water to twist it and it dispersed into a ball of Qi.
At this moment, he had finally killed this person.
The talisman that was floating in the sky was originally shining with a golden light. It was a sign that it was about to be activated. Then, it suddenly shook and the light dispersed. It slowly floated down.
Zhang Yan raised his hand and summoned it from afar. He took a look at it and casually placed it into his sleeve.
With Feng Hai Yang gone, he was the only one left in the star stone.
However, there was still a hidden danger that needed to be solved.
He circled the sky and found a flying mountain to descend on. He sat down cross-legged, and his mind sank. He had already entered his own sea of consciousness.
Looking around, there was no end to this place. There was only a bright galaxy and he was standing in the middle.
Not far away, there was a crystal clear jade scroll that was similar to his body. At this moment, a five or six-year-old boy was being suppressed under it. Although he looked like he was made of jade, his eyes were blood red. There was a green vertical line between his eyebrows that extended into his hair. He was letting out a thunderous roar and his entire body was filled with a crazy and violent aura.
This person was the Elder of the Demonic Doctrine who was hiding in the Dark Axe of Damien. Just Now, the moment it entered his body, it was suppressed by the Nine Subduing Magic Slip. However, at that time, there was still a great enemy like Feng Haiyang in front of him, so he did not have the time to care about it.
Zhang Yan gave it a few indifferent glances and formed a hand seal. The Demon Vanquishing Slip suddenly emitted a melodious sound. Immediately, strands of propitious qi drifted down. When they reached the bottom, they condensed into golden flowers of multicolored energy. Fragrant clouds drifted about, incomparably brilliant. When it landed on the Devil Sect Elder's body, it was as if a layer of Devil Qi had been removed, and his body also dimmed a little.
After dozens of them, the boy's body gradually turned incorporeal, and a look of fear appeared on his face. "Fellow Daoist, please don't attack me again. Can you let me go? If you let me go, I can tell you many secrets."
Zhang Yan shook his head and smiled, "I won't hide it from you. Even if you tell me the secret, I will still eliminate you today."
The elder of the Devil Sect rolled his eyes. He said loudly, "Since fellow Daoist is here, has my Martial Nephew Feng lost? Let me tell fellow Daoist, before he came to fight, he had already sealed a part of his soul in the Ancestral Hall. This is a secret technique of the Netherworld Spring Sect. Even if he is killed by you here, if he has a fortuitous encounter, he will be able to cultivate back. "
Zhang Yan smiled and did not mind at all. He was not even afraid of Feng Haiyang himself, let alone a part of his soul.
Let's take a step back. Even if Feng Haiyang obtained a great fortuitous encounter and could cultivate back, it would be several hundred years later. How would he be able to compete with me then?
When the Devil Sect Elder saw that he was unmoved, he became even more anxious. He continuously revealed many secrets, hoping that he would stop.
However, Zhang Yan did not care at all and only focused on activating the Devil Subduing Slip. It was obvious that he was determined to kill him here.
When the Devil Sect Elder saw his body gradually turn into mist, he knew that he had no chance of survival and stopped begging for mercy. Instead, he laughed coldly, "Zhang Yan, you may have defeated my Martial Nephew Feng, but you don't know that you are in big trouble. Martial Nephew Feng and my Martial Nephew Yuwen Hongyang have always been good friends. Martial Nephew Feng's techniques were taught by him on behalf of his master. Now that you have killed Martial Nephew Feng, he will definitely seek revenge on you."
Yuwen Hongyang?
Zhang Yan raised his eyebrows. He had never heard of this name before, but from what this person said, it seemed to be an extraordinary person. He memorized this name and prepared to ask Zhou Chongju when he returned to see if he knew anything about this person's background.
After thinking about it, he quickly made hand signs and continuously activated the Devil Subduing Slip. Not long after, the Devil Sect Elder let out a cry and his body disappeared without a trace. He had already been refined by him.
Zhang Yan's consciousness left his sea of consciousness and opened his eyes. He fluttered his clothes and stood up. He looked up to determine the direction and flew east, preparing to find the Jun Yang Pot again.
Because of the assistance of the Moon Cleansing Treasured Mirror, he found this treasured pot on a mountain after only an hour.
He first found a smooth bluestone and sat down. With a flip of his palm, he took Feng Haiyang's sleeve.
According to what he knew, Feng Haiyang had obtained a total of four Talismans. Now that he carefully counted them, he found that the number was correct. However, two of them had already taken Jun Yang's Essence Qi.
Zhang Yan also guessed that when this person entered the third stage of Yuanying, he used one of the Talismans, but he didn't know where the other one was used. These two Talismans, plus the Talisman that he had, made a total of three Talismans, and he could also take three portions of Jun Yang's Essence Qi.
Sect Leader Qin had promised him that he could decide what he wanted during the sword fight. Therefore, he didn't have the same concerns as the disciples of other sects. He was prepared to absorb Jun Yang's Essence Qi while cultivating in this Star Stone. This way, he could get twice the result with half the effort. After three years, he would definitely have a great increase.
Because he was afraid that he might have missed something, he carefully checked Feng Haiyang's sleeve again before cultivating.
Just Now, he only cared about the Talisman and didn't care about anything else. Now that he had a look, his eyes suddenly brightened. He took out a Sword Pill that was the size of a goose egg. However, it was gray and looked ordinary, as if it had lost its spirit.
He pondered for a while and held the Sword Pill in his palm. He used his Spirit Will to explore it. Suddenly, the Sword Pill shook and made a loud and clear sword sound. A sharp Qi rushed toward him. At this moment, the Sword Pill between his eyebrows also jumped, and he heard a "Qiang" sound. The two Sword Wills collided in the air, and then both retreated.
Zhang Yan was slightly surprised and thought to himself, "This sword orb has obviously not been refined by anyone for a long time, and its spirituality is muddled, but I didn't expect it to still have such a sharp sword intent. If its owner is still alive, he must not be an ordinary person. If I'm not wrong, this thing should be left behind by Ban Shaoming." With a thought, he put the sword orb away solemnly.
After a while, he took care of everything and thought, "The outcome of this sword battle has been decided. I might as well inform my disciple and my fellow Daoists."
He first took out Feng Haiyang's head and placed it in front of him. Then, he took out a Talisman. His expression turned serious, and he chanted an incantation. He pointed at the Talisman and said, "Go!"
After a while, the Talisman shook and suddenly burst out with a shining brilliance. It circled in the air and covered the head. With a rumble, it turned into a golden light and rushed out of the Star Stone.
At this moment, in Chengyuan Gorge, the people from the ten sects and the thousands of cultivators on both sides of the river were anxiously waiting for the result of the sword battle.
Ying Ya Daoren walked in circles and looked at the sky from time to time. He seemed to be anxious and said, "Senior Martial Brother, it's been so long. Why hasn't Fellow Daoist Zhang and Feng Haiyang decided the winner?"
Elder Liu's expression was the same as usual. He glanced at the Qincang School and said, "Fellow Daoists from the Qincang School are not anxious. Why is Junior Martial Brother like this?"
Ying Ya Daoren stomped his feet and sighed, "How can I not be anxious? If the Devil Sect wins this sword battle, then Jun Yang's spiritual essence …"
He was halfway through his sentence when he suddenly wanted to stop.
However, Elder Liu knew what he was thinking. Before coming here for the sword battle, the ten sects' masters had discussed the ownership of Jun Yang's spiritual essence. If the Profound Sect won, Bu Tian Pavilion might also get a share. Their hard work this time would not be in vain. However, if the Devil Sect won, then there would be no hope.
Elder Liu shook his head and said, "Junior Martial Brother, don't think too much. That Zhenren Zhang came here in the name of the Yaoyin Clan, but he is not one of the ten sects of the Profound Sect. Even if he really wins, that Jun Yang's spiritual essence might not be dealt with like what the ten sects' masters had discussed. Junior Martial Brother, don't think too much."
Ying Ya Daoren was stunned for a moment. He then frowned and thought for a while. However, he did not think much of it and said, "This is just a scheme of the Qincang School. Zhenren Zhang is a disciple of the Qincang School after all. How would he dare to risk the world's condemnation?"
Elder Liu did not argue with him and only said, "The outcome has not been decided yet. It's too early to say. Let's just watch."
After waiting for a long time, there was a sudden gust of wind in the sky and spiritual opportunity was stirred up. Everyone noticed it and looked up at the same time.
Ying Ya Daoren also looked over anxiously. He saw a dazzling golden light piercing through the clouds and rumbling. However, it was too fast for him to see who was in it. However, when he looked at the direction it was heading towards, it was falling towards the peak of the Yaoyin Clan.
His face immediately turned ashen and he said dejectedly, "We lost, we lost, we still lost."
Elder Liu's face did not look too good either. He frowned.
On the peak of the Qincang School, Huo Xuan's heart sank when he saw the situation. He took a step forward and stared at the golden light.
His eyes were sharp. He could faintly see that the thing wrapped in the light seemed to be a human head. His pupils could not help but freeze.
Zhong Muqing let out a long sigh and said, "Junior Martial Brother Zhang is a genius. His aptitude is so high that no one in our generation can compare to him. I didn't expect …"
Luo Qingyu looked at it in disbelief and said, "Junior Martial Brother Zhang … died just like that?"
The atmosphere on the peak became extremely depressing.
Huo Xuan let out a sigh and said in a deep voice, "Junior Martial Brother Zhang is a disciple of the Qincang School after all. His remains should be sent back to the mountain and handed over to his eldest disciple, Liu Yanyi. I only hope that his Primordial Spirit still exists so that there is a chance for him to be reincarnated."
At this moment, the thousands of cultivators on both sides of the river were shocked when they saw the scene. Some were lost, some were anxious, and some were dejected. All kinds of reactions were different.
For the past ten thousand years, no matter how the situation in the Donghua Continent changed, the Xuanmen were always the winners. Now that the Devil's Calamity had started, they were actually defeated.
When they thought that the Devil's Calamity would still last for a thousand years, they were even more uneasy. The ten Xuanmen Sects were still fine, but how could they, the small sects, withstand the oncoming Devil's Flame?
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