When Zhang Yan reached the surface, he was about to remove the prohibition. However, just as he was about to move, he felt a sword hum coming from between his brows. His eyes flashed. It was a warning from the sword pill. It must be someone with enmity hiding at the side.
His thoughts changed, but he didn't seem to notice it on his face. His expression was normal as he arrived in the sky. First, he made a few hand signs, and then he waved his hand, retrieving the banners that were placed on the various mountaintops.
The black-robed old man was watching carefully. He saw that Zhang Yan was also a Yuanying cultivator. There were three clouds above his head, two real and one fake. He was just one step away from entering the second stage of Yuanying. He was slightly hesitant.
Just Now, he insisted on making a move because the corpse formation was lacking a main refined corpse. However, the corpse must not be damaged or its power would be greatly reduced. However, Zhang Yan was a level higher than him. If they were to fight later, he would not be able to suppress Zhang Yan if he were to be too gentle. If he were to be too heavy, he might be injured and it would be all for naught.
However, he thought about it again. Zhang Yan looked like he was alone while he had fellow disciples who knew each other well. As long as the timing was right, there was still a chance of success.
At this moment, he suddenly felt that the spiritual vigor around him was fading away. He took in another breath of vigor and judged that the restrictive formation had been removed. He knew that his chance had come. He secretly gave the scholar beside him a look and then leaped up into the air.
Although he had appeared, he did not make a move. Instead, he bowed from afar and greeted, "Fellow Daoist, please."
The reason why he did this was because he wanted to attract Zhang Yan's attention. Then, his Junior Brother could take the opportunity to lay out the Corpse Formation and surround all directions. At that time, Zhang Yan would want to use his flying sword to escape. However, it would not be so easy.
Zhang Yan smiled and returned the greeting, "Fellow Daoist, why did you call I?"
The old man laughed dryly and said, "I am Duan Xiangzhou, an overseas independent cultivator. Just Now, I was stopped by Fellow Daoist's restriction when I was passing through this place. Because this is a barren mountain with few people around, I was curious. Therefore, I want to see which fellow daoist is hiding here … "
Although he was talking, he secretly hid a hand behind his back and made a gesture. But after waiting for a while, there was still no movement. He was puzzled, but at the same time he was somewhat angry. He thought to himself, "Why hasn't Shidi made his move? Could it be that he changed his mind again? "
However, he did not know that when the scholar saw that he had ascended to the sky, he was about to use his sect's secret technique. However, at that moment, the spiritual vigor around him solidified. Just Now, the Restrictive Formation that had clearly retreated actually surged up again. Not only was it blocking in front of him, the area it occupied was even wider than before, causing him to be forced to retreat in a sorry state. It took him a while to stabilize himself.
This sudden turn of events caught the scholar off guard. When he was far away, he looked in again. There was a fog in front of him, and he could not see anything clearly. It was clear that someone had used magic to isolate the inside from the outside. His heart could not help but thump.
Just Now, Zhang Yan had actually only recalled the flag and not removed the Restrictive Formation. He had only opened a door where the two of them were. Duan Xiangzhou did not know that his plan had already been discovered, so he rushed in.
When the scholar thought of his Senior Brother being alone inside, he became anxious as well. His expression continuously changed several times. Finally, he clenched his teeth and took out a small pitch-black coffin from his sleeve. He held it in his palm and muttered an incantation. After a short while, the coffin was lifted up by a mass of greyish black cloud and rose high into the sky. In a flash, it became thirty feet in size.
This object was once a treasure of the Corpse Cult, and was originally a killing weapon. If it was illuminated by the light from the coffin, it would immediately become dazed and muddle-headed. If there was no method to restrain it, after a dozen breaths, its soul would be absorbed, and it would become a walking corpse.
In particular, the coffin also contained the "Five Yin Poison Phosphorus Fire". This fire was refined by the founder of the Corpse Cult from the Qi Aperture of a ten thousand year old Heavenly Corpse. Any treasure light or restriction that came into contact with it would gradually wear away its spiritual Qi.
However, because of its reputation, when the Zhongtai Sect and Fengxiang Sword School broke into the Corpse Cult's mountain gate, they had invited their sect's treasures to besiege and destroy the treasure's true spirit. Although it later fell into the hands of Duan Xiangzhou, its power was only a tenth or twenty percent of its original power. Even so, it was still much stronger than ordinary Xuan Weapons, so it was easy to break this Restrictive Formation.
The scholar took out the incantation and shouted loudly as he moved the lid of the coffin. A muffled sound resounded out as a cloud of dust that seemed like accumulated dust flew out from within. Only when one looked carefully would one be able to see that it was actually a cluster of flames that were the size of a grain of rice. As far as the eye could see, they were completely lusterless, cold white, grey, and lifeless.
Even if he was the person who cast the spell, just a slight contact of his gaze caused him to feel his chest tighten and short of breath, and he felt irritated and nauseous. He hurriedly closed his eyes and didn't dare to look again. His hand pointed forward, and he controlled the Five Yin Phosphorus Fire to sway towards the formation.
As the person in charge of the Restrictive Formation, Zhang Yan could naturally see what was going on outside. When the coffin came out, he immediately sensed that something was wrong. He glanced at the coffin and suddenly saw the fire, feeling slightly dizzy. At this moment, a sword light flashed in between his eyebrows, and the evil Qi that had invaded him was destroyed. His eyes regained their clarity.
He was slightly surprised and said, "This Qi is really unique. It can even confuse one's mind through the Restrictive Formation. I'll have to take a look at it later."
Duan Xiangzhou didn't see the scholar make a move for a long time, so he also felt that something was wrong. He couldn't help but lean half his body to the side and secretly look behind him. He saw that the scenery several li away was blurry, as if there was a thin layer of gauze covering it. His expression unconsciously changed. Only now did he know that his trick had been seen through.
His eyes flickered, and he suddenly shook his hand slightly, making an extremely covert movement. In a split second, a thin and long nail flew towards Zhang Yan.
The nail was a foot long, and its head was in the shape of a skull. Green flames spewed out from its eye sockets, and the body of the nail was entangled with vengeful spirits. As it flew, it emitted an evil Qi.
This nail was called "Slaughter Cry", and he had made it by imitating a treasure of his sect. If a cultivator's protective treasure light was hit, it would stick to it, and it wouldn't be able to be removed in a hurry. As long as the other party slightly relaxed, it would immediately pierce through and kill.
This nail was very sinister and vicious, and it was impossible to guard against. Even if one's cultivation was higher than his opponent, if they didn't know the ins and outs of it, they would easily fall into its trap.
When Zhang Yan saw this, he smiled. He didn't seem to do anything, but suddenly, a brilliant light soared in front of him, and it seemed to suddenly set off a vast and mighty tide. When the nail was thrown into it, it was like a stone thrown into the sea, and disappeared without a sound.
Duan Xiangzhou couldn't help but suck in a breath of cold air. Ever since his sect was broken and he escaped, he had fought with many cultivators, and he had seen many powerful people. However, he had never seen someone like Zhang Yan who could easily take away this Slaughter Cry Nail.
Just from this, he knew that the opponent in front of him was not someone to be trifled with. Let alone capturing him to refine his corpse, he might die here if he wasn't careful.
Thinking of this, his heart was full of regret, but at this moment, it was impossible to get off. Since he had already attacked, he didn't believe that his opponent would let him go, so he could only fight to the death.
His figure retreated explosively, distancing himself from Zhang Yan. At the same time, the two Gang Yun above his head shook, and a dozen or so fiendish smoke rose into the sky. They rose to a height of a thousand feet, and rotated. In an instant, they condensed into a whistling gale, which swept back and forth. Within it, there were hundreds and thousands of White Bone Blades moving with the wind, sometimes spreading out, sometimes gathering together. Although there were many of them, they didn't touch each other at all. From afar, it looked like a strange grey cocoon was breathing in and out.
This was the 'White Bone Destruction Astral Wind' that he cultivated, one of the Corpse Cult's Guardian Magical Abilities. It could be used for both offense and defense, and when cultivated to the Great Accomplishment Stage, one only needed to control this astral wind to immediately grind away the opponent's flesh and blood, turning them into a pile of bones. However, at this moment, he only used it to protect his body.
He was also clear that two people working together would have a greater chance of success than one person fighting alone. His Junior Brother had the 'Lifeless Treasure Coffin' in hand, so it would be easy for him to break the prohibition. It wouldn't be too late to wait for him to enter and then attack together.
When Zhang Yan saw him using such a Taoist technique, his eyes narrowed, and he thought to himself, "Looking at the way these two people walk, I'm afraid they're cultivators of this continent's Evil Sect. I heard that they only act according to their own preferences, and never care about anything else, which is somewhat similar to the Devil's Doctrine. Since I've cultivated this magical ability, I haven't used it in a fight, so I might as well use these two people to test it out."
As this thought crossed his mind, his expression turned solemn, and a bit of dignity appeared on his face. At this moment, the three Strong Clouds above his head shook and turned into a purple gas that shot up to the sky. The sound of muffled thunder came from the sky. At first, it was intermittent and almost inaudible, but then it became a series of roars that shook the mountains and rivers, and then it turned into a loud sound that shook the entire sky.
Outside, the scholar was controlling the fire to break the prohibition. Originally, he would have been able to burn through the prohibition, but when he suddenly heard this sound, it was as if someone had taken a hammer and fiercely hit his heart. His face immediately turned deathly pale, and he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood. The cluster of Five Yin Phosphorous Fire was no longer under his control, swayed a few times, and suddenly drilled into the ground, disappearing without a trace.
Duan Xiangzhou didn't know what was going on, but when he heard the sound, he felt his breath stop, and his vision blur. When he looked up to the sky, he saw that the sky was filled with purple gas, covering a radius of a hundred miles. He couldn't help but be shocked. How could he not see that the opponent was using a powerful divine ability, and that this kind of power couldn't be easily blocked?
He originally wanted to attack Zhang Yan, but as the sound of thunder came closer, his chest felt like it was pressed down by a ten thousand jin boulder, and his limbs became stiff, making it difficult for him to stabilize his body. He knew that there was no chance, so he gave up on the idea. With a thought, a white lantern flew out from the Strong Clouds, and floated above him.
He raised his hand with great difficulty, and his trembling hand formed a seal. Instantly, a gloomy wind blew, and 12 figures instantly appeared in his surroundings. They seemed to be faintly discernible and drifted indeterminately. This was the Shadowless Corpse Lord, and it was one of the Shadowless Corpse Lords in the sect's secret record, the Myriad Corpse Diagram. Not only were they capable of resisting weapons, water, and fire, they were even capable of devouring lightning, and they were often utilized to resist lightning Magic Treasures and Dao Arts.
At this moment, Zhang Yan had already brewed the seal to the limit, and he suddenly shouted out loudly before pointing down. Instantly, it seemed as if the heavens and the earth were turning upside down and the mountains were collapsing. Suddenly, a myriad of bolts of lightning gave rise to a brilliant radiance that rumbled as they struck down from the sky!
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