As soon as the Purple Heaven Thunder Net was activated, lightning flashed within a hundred miles. The scholar, who was standing outside the Restrictive Formation, was also enveloped within. He sensed that this was a life-and-death situation, so he forcefully activated his Xuan Qi to suppress his surging blood. Then, he hurriedly cast a spell to summon the Lifeless Coffin before the lightning struck. * * *
The sound of a hammer hitting a piece of wood could be heard from above. Lightning flashed, and the roar shook his body. Blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. But this treasure was also miraculous. During this period of time, who knew how many lightning strikes it had suffered, but it was not damaged at all.
But the strange thing was that the purple snakes of light that were bounced away did not dissipate. Instead, they drifted outside and gradually gathered together. Looking closely, it seemed to form a net.
The Purple Heaven Thunder Net was divided into internal and external. The external net trapped heaven and earth, preventing the enemy from escaping. If the attack could not kill the enemy, it would form its own internal net, entangling the enemy from top to bottom. When it had accumulated enough, it would unleash its power again. Wave after wave, continuous, each stronger than the last. In the end, the infinite power of lightning would accumulate in one place. Once released, it would be as unstoppable as the sky and the earth.
With Zhang Yan's current mana, if he attacked with all his might, he could activate the internal net to strike 36 times in a row. Even if the opponent had a magical weapon in hand, even if he was not blasted into powder, he would be killed by the thunder.
Although the scholar relied on the treasure coffin to protect himself, activating the treasure consumed a lot of energy. Now that he was resisting this supernatural power that was like a heavenly tribulation, the mana in his body seemed to be flying away.
After holding on for about ten breaths, he felt exhausted and his vision darkened. He could only take out a few pills to stimulate his blood essence and swallow them. But this was like drinking poison to quench thirst. He could not hold on for long.
In the Restrictive Formation, when the lightning struck, Duan Xiangzhou's White Flame Lantern was the first to bear the brunt and turned into ashes in an instant.
Seeing that this magic treasure could not even stop it for a moment. How could he not know that the lightning in the sky was more powerful than he had imagined? In a moment of desperation, he shouted, and all the mana in his body surged out without reservation. His body was full of protective light. At the same time, the twelve Shadowless Corpse Lords behind him rushed forward.
A deafening roar rang out as thick bolts of lightning broke through the green barrier and rained down like a torrential downpour. At first, the refined corpse was able to resist a little. However, after enduring a few dozen blows, his figure gradually dimmed. Not long after, he faintly showed signs of collapsing, as if he would dissipate with a gust of wind.
Duan Xiangzhou had a bad feeling. Hurriedly, he spat out several mouthfuls of Quintessential Qi, and with this help, the twelve refined corpses swelled up like balloons. The gray fog around their bodies burned brightly, and for a time, the lightning was blocked outside.
However, this was only a brief moment of respite. It wasn't that he couldn't see the power of this lightning technique. In the end, he wouldn't be able to withstand it. He had to find a way to escape as soon as possible.
After hesitating for a moment, he summoned a layer of mist to cover his entire body. Then, he took out a straw doll from his sleeve.
It had hands and feet, and its edges were neatly trimmed without the slightest bit of burr. A crying face was drawn on the front. On the other side, there was a smiling face.
Looking at this object, he felt apprehensive. This magic treasure was his final trump card. However, ever since he had obtained it from his master, he still hadn't been able to fully control it. Now that he had thrown it out, he really didn't know what would happen.
However, if he didn't go all out, he would probably die here in the next moment. He had no other choice. Taking a deep breath, he steeled his heart, bit the tip of his tongue, and spat out a mouthful of Blood Essence.
As soon as the Blood Essence touched the straw doll, it was immediately dyed red. However, after a few breaths, it was completely absorbed. Then, with a tremble, it jumped out of Duan Xiangzhou's hand as if it had come to life. It spun in a circle and grew to a height of seven feet. In midair, a sound that seemed to be crying and laughing could be heard. Then, it turned its head and stared at him.
Duan Xiangzhou's expression suddenly became unsightly. It was obvious that this thing felt that Just Now, he didn't have enough Blood Essence and still wanted to take it from him.
In such a critical situation, he couldn't resist this action of taking advantage of the situation. With a muffled groan, he cut his wrist with the tip of his finger, causing a large amount of blood to spill out. The straw doll stepped forward and received all of the Blood Essence. Then, it suddenly revealed a strange expression to Duan Xiangzhou and let out a strange laugh. Unexpectedly, it turned around and left. It drilled into a nearby crack in the rock and disappeared without a trace.
Duan Xiangzhou was stunned at first, then he let out a roar. The bun on his head suddenly scattered and his eyes became incomparably red. He had originally hoped to rely on the straw doll to escape, but he didn't expect it to abandon him. It was clear that the heavens wanted him dead. He could only desperately squeeze out the magic power in his body, hoping that his junior brother would be able to rush in and save him.
But at this moment, the scholar was also in a difficult situation, so how could he have the time to worry about him? After a hundred breaths, the twelve Shadowless Corpse Monarchs let out mournful wails and were beaten back to their original forms. One by one, they were scattered by the lightning. Then, a dazzling purple light completely surrounded him, and with another loud sound, he was beaten until not even his bones were left.
After he annihilated this person, Zhang Yan had the leisure to pay attention to this place. He turned around and saw that the scholar was still resisting. However, based on the current situation, it wouldn't be long before he suffered the same fate as Duan Xiangzhou. At this time, a thought flashed through his mind, and he made a hand seal with his fingers, stopping the divine ability.
The scholar saw that the lightning in the sky had suddenly disappeared, and his mind relaxed. He felt that all the strength in his body had dissipated, and he could no longer stand, collapsing to the ground.
Without a person controlling it, the Lifeless Coffin shook a little, then shrunk to the size of a foot, and fell to the ground with a clatter.
Zhang Yan walked out of the restrictive formation and came in front of the person, slowly descending. He first glanced at the small black coffin, and saw that there was not a single mark on it after being struck by so many lightning bolts. He knew that it was a rare treasure, so he rolled up his sleeve and used a strong wind to roll it up.
He didn't hold it in his hand, but instead hovered in the air and injected a strand of spiritual energy into it. However, when he probed it, he felt that the circulation of his magic power wasn't smooth, as if the treasure was rejecting him. He guessed that this treasure could only be activated with a special secret technique, and was not fated to have it. After pondering for a moment, he put it away in a stream of water, then turned around and asked, "Who are you to Duan Xiangzhou?"
The scholar's magic power was exhausted, and he could only watch helplessly as his treasure was taken away. When he heard this, he forced himself to sit up straight, then cupped his hands and said, "I'm Song Chuyuan, Duan Xiangzhou is my senior brother from the same sect."
Zhang Yan nodded, and said, "I've observed the Daoist techniques of your senior and junior brothers, and they seem to be from the great Corpse Cult of the past."
Song Chuyuan smiled bitterly, and said, "You have good eyesight."
Zhang Yan's eyes shone brightly, and he asked in a deep voice, "Just now, you want to make a move against me. May I know what I have that you've taken a fancy to?"
Song Chuyuan said bitterly, "To tell you the truth, my senior brother cultivates a Corpse Formation Technique in the cult, but he still lacks a Corpse Refinement Main Formation. This can only be refined with the body of a Yuanying cultivator, but such a person is a respected figure in a region, so how could he do it so easily? And this place is desolate and uninhabited, so he's not afraid of the news being leaked, so he's tempted. " When he said this, he glanced at Zhang Yan, and couldn't help but ask, "May I know, may I know how my senior brother is?"
Zhang Yan said indifferently, "His body was crushed, and his soul was destroyed."
Song Chuyuan's body trembled. As a member of an evil sect, he was most afraid of lightning techniques. Not only could it restrain evil mysterious techniques, but under this technique, even his original spirit would be destroyed, and there would be no hope of reincarnation. He forced himself to remain calm, and said, "Then … how will you deal with me?"
Zhang Yan only smiled, and didn't answer.
Song Chuyuan could already see the result from his expression. He sighed, and said dejectedly, "Us senior brothers and junior brothers wanted to harm others, so we reap what we sow … But can you lend me sixteen years of my life?"
"Lend you life?" Zhang Yan turned to the side, looked him up and down, and said with a smile, "If you can tell me the reason, I might allow you."
Song Chuyuan smiled bitterly, and said, "Although my Corpse Clamor Cult is scattered now, the disciples are always thinking of reviving the sect. Back then, when the mountain gate was broken, the founder hid the talisman of the dao book in a secret place, waiting for the disciples of the later generation to come and retrieve it. The whereabouts of this item is only known by us two brothers. Now that my senior brother is dead, if I die as well, our cult will no longer have any hope of reviving. Can you allow me to hand over the sect's secret book to a fellow disciple, and then come and receive my death?"
When he said this, he added another sentence, "As long as you promise, I am willing to offer up all the wealth I've accumulated for the past hundred years."
"Sixteen years? Zhang Yan raised his eyebrows, "Are you going to the Gathering of the Dragon Pillars?"
Song Chuyuan nodded repeatedly, and said, "So you also know about this matter. Sixteen years later, it will be the final battle between the Zhongtai Sect and the Xuan Yue Cult. This battle will determine the ownership of the Dragon Pillars. For this, the Zhongtai Sect has recruited cultivators from all over the world, and they don't mind coming from the same sect. In my opinion, when my fellow disciples who are scattered outside hear about this, they will definitely go, so I have this plan."
Zhang Yan thought for a moment, and said, "Although you are Junior Brother Duan Xiangzhou, seeing that you haven't attacked me Just Now, I can spare you this time, but you must make an oath that for these sixteen years, you must listen to my orders. In the future, unless you are an enemy, you must not arbitrarily harm the lives of others."
When Song Chuyuan heard this, his face revealed an excited expression, and he immediately took out two talismans, using his own blood essence to make an oath. He swallowed one, and gave the other to Zhang Yan.
Zhang Yan took the talisman and put it in his sleeve. At this moment, he seemed to suddenly notice something strange, and his eyes flashed. A sword light flew out from between his eyebrows, and with a clang, it nailed something to the stone. When he turned around to look, he saw that it was a straw doll. At this moment, it was like a living person, and it was struggling there with all its might, letting out whimpering sounds.
When Song Chuyuan saw this thing, he blurted out, "Dolls of Sorrow and Happiness?"
Zhang Yan asked, "Fellow Daoist Song, do you recognize this thing?"
Song Chuyuan's eyes revealed a complicated expression, and he sighed, "This is my Senior Brother's magic treasure. Back then, before Master passed away, he gave the two of us an item. One is the Lifeless Coffin that was taken away by Your Excellency, and the other is this' Dolls of Sorrow and Happiness'. This magic treasure has the ability to replace death, but there is one bad thing, and that is that this thing has two sexes, one good and one evil. When you use it, if it happens to be of good nature, as long as you feed it with your blood essence, it can follow the current generation's calamity. But if it meets with evil nature, it will shamelessly shirk, and in short, it will think of a way to not let you get what you want. Just Now, Senior Brother used it in a moment of desperation, but he didn't manage to escape with his life.
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