Just as Feng Qingping took the initiative to attack Zhang Yan, neither of them expected that at this moment, many powerful cultivators in the Donghua Continent would cast their gazes in this direction for various reasons.
Yuanying's third level cultivators were rare even among the 16 sects. Most of them were disciples of the Grotto-heaven Zhenren, and those who would inherit the position of Grotto-heaven in the future were mostly chosen from this generation. No sect could afford to lose them easily.
As such, battles between cultivators like this were extremely rare, and this was the first time something like this had happened in the past several hundred years since the Devil Tribulation.
On the Xueshuo Sect's Ancient Spring Stage, Wen Qingxiang sat on a cliff, leaning against a towering pine tree. He was playing chess with an extraordinary Daoist.
At this moment, it was his turn to place a chess piece. However, just as he picked up a chess piece from the chess box, he seemed to have sensed something. With a wave of his hand, a ray of spiritual light rippled in the air. Like the reflection of a mirror, it immediately revealed the location of Zhang Yan and Feng Qingping. He turned his head to the disciples below the stage and said, "This is a rare opportunity. Come and take a look."
The Daoist smiled and put down the piece in his hand.
When the disciples below the stage heard this, they all raised their heads and looked over.
During the sword battle between the 16 sects, because the disciples of the sects had obtained the decree, they all fought in the star stones. Therefore, outsiders couldn't see anything and didn't know what was going on.
In this battle, the disciples of the six great demon sects either fled or died. As for what method Zhang Yan used to obtain first place, no one knew for now. Now that they had taken this opportunity, it was likely that they would be able to see through some of his tricks. They would also be able to have a grasp of his true strength. Once the devil's cave appeared, if they were to face him, they would be able to have an aim.
Han Ji was also one of these people. Just as he was observing, a voice suddenly rang out. Just as he was watching, a boy walked out from the crowd and bowed to him. "Are you Senior Brother Han?"
Han Ji was a little confused. "Yes, it is me. Is there something you need from me?"
The boy said, "I am here on the orders of the Zhenren to pass on a message to Senior Brother Han."
Han Ji quickly stood up and said, "What message?"
The boy said, "The Zhenren said that you came to Biyu Pavilion to warn us that day. You owed us a favor in the past. This time, it could be said that he had returned the favor. In the future, you must focus on your cultivation and do not have any other thoughts. "
When Han Ji heard that, he immediately turned pale with fright and his mind went blank.
After a long time. Only then did he regain his senses. However, he realized that the Daoist boy had already disappeared. On the other hand, he was sitting in his original position, and none of the disciples around him had any strange reactions. It was as if what had happened Just Now was just a dream.
He wiped the cold sweat off his forehead with lingering fear and smiled bitterly to himself. It turned out that everything he did was under the watchful eyes of Zhenren Wen from the cave. However, it was obvious that Zhenren Wen did not intend to pursue the matter. Otherwise, he would have sent someone to arrest him.
However, from the looks of it, not only did his actions not have any effect, it was extremely likely that Zhang Yan would make a wrong judgment.
Thinking of this, his heart sank. Now, he could only hope that she would not fall into this trap.
Qincang School, Changguan Zhan Yuan and Light Cave.
Sun Zhenren was sitting on the couch, comprehending the mystery. Suddenly, his expression changed and he opened his eyes.
He noticed that there was a movement in the spiritual opportunity outside. The situation was very similar to Zhenren Wen Wen's method. With a thought, he immediately used his method to observe.
After a while, he understood the cause. With a slightly disdainful expression, he said, "How dare you show off such tricks!"
He immediately flicked his finger and a ray of spiritual light shot out into the sky.
The disciples of the Blood Soul Sect watched as the two streaks of light, one from the south and one from the north, rapidly approached each other. They could not help but feel nervous. However, it was at this moment that the water mirror in the sky seemed to have a boulder thrown into it. Ripples appeared, and the scenery immediately shattered.
The Daoist stroked his beard and said, "Fellow Daoist Wen, someone is using a spell to disturb the spiritual opportunity."
Wen Qingxiang smiled and said, "Just wait for me to calm it down."
The Daoist nodded and said, "I will protect you."
After that, the two of them took action. The former tried to calm the spiritual opportunity, while the latter used a spell to protect the surroundings, to prevent the person Just Now from disturbing again.
Just as they were casting their spells, in other sects in the continent, there were suddenly a few deep mana surging, flying from different directions to help. The two of them unconsciously looked at each other and smiled.
After a while, the spiritual light was ultimately outnumbered and was chased out. The water mirror gradually calmed down.
But at this moment, a brilliant spiritual light flew down from the sky. It was extremely overbearing, and with a loud bang, it shattered the mirror light.
At the same time, numerous powerful and unfathomable strands of magic energy rose up from the direction of the Lake of Dragon Lake. One of them was especially formidable, and it was like a great mountain that held up the sky as it resided in the sky, causing the energy that shot over from the outside world to be obstructed outside, and there was actually not a single strand of magic energy that was capable of breaking through.
After a while, the people who cast the spell seemed to know that they could not find an opportunity, so they all stopped and turned back.
The Daoist saw that no matter how hard he tried, he could not restore the spiritual opportunity to its original state, and could not help but be speechless. After a while, he said, "They have the advantage in numbers, what can we do?"
Wen Qingxiang frowned slightly, and then regained his usual calm expression. He said, "This Zhang Yan actually has the Shaoqing and Qincang sects working together to cover for him. It seems that there is no chance this time. Let go, when Qingping comes back, we will still know the details."
The Daoist deeply agreed. With the two major sects of Xuanmen taking action, it would not be good if they continued to be entangled.
He thought for a while and said, "Zhang Yan is a person who only appears once in thousands of years in Xuanmen. Now that the spiritual opportunity is confused, he might not have any scruples when he attacks, and Qingping may not be his opponent. Why don't we call him back?"
Wen Qingxiang, however, firmly denied and said, "This matter, from top to bottom, was planned by Qingping himself. Now that we call him back, it is obviously telling the disciples that we think he is no match for Zhang Yan. How can we convince the others in the future? It is better to fight. Even if he loses, he will not lose his drive. "
The Daoist thought for a while and slowly nodded.
Feng Qingping had a protective talisman with him. Even if he was no match for Ye Futian, he could still escape. By then, they would still know the details of the battle.
At the same time, Zhang Yan was riding on the sword light, speeding towards the Northstar Sect.
In fact, before he arrived, the Northstar Sect's request for help had not yet reached him. However, there were demonic cultivators from Yuyuan Tribe hiding in the rivers and lakes of Donghua North Continent. The Elder of the Devil Sect did not hide his tracks when he flew over. Naturally, he was easily detected. After receiving the message, he quickly learned of the news and immediately flew over.
At this moment, Shen Baishuang's voice suddenly sounded in his ears. "Zhang Yan, we have already covered the spiritual opportunity within a ten thousand mile radius. No one can spy on this place. Later, you can attack as much as you want. Do not tarnish the reputation of our Qincang School."
Zhang Yan's traveling light only paused for a moment. Then, he flew forward again.
After flying for another ten breaths. A blood-colored spiritual light rose up in front of him, shining tens of miles away. A Daoist in white holding a green jade flute stood on the blood-colored light. He looked down at him and said, "Daoist Zhang. I am Feng Qingping of the Blood Soul Sect. I have been waiting here for a long time. "
Zhang Yan stopped the traveling light. He returned the greeting and then said with a faint smile, "Fellow Daoist, you are blocking me here. Do you think that without I, you can take down the Northstar Sect? "
Feng Qingping had a look of certainty on his face as he said, "Daoist Zhang, how many disciples can your Clear Serenity Heavenly Lake mobilize, and how many people can you drive, this Feng has long since found out. Your esteemed sect's Peng Yuzhou has already gone to Linqing Monastery. Right now, even if your sect's disciples all come out, they won't be able to rush to help. This Feng has won this round."
Zhang Yan smiled and said, "Fellow Daoist Feng, the people I can drive might not necessarily be cultivators of my Qincang."
Feng Qingping blushed and said, "Why do you have to pretend to be calm? I know that you have subdued the Yuyuan tribe, but so what? No matter how many of them there are, it doesn't matter to me. "
As long as it wasn't a third stage Yuanying cultivator, he was confident that the six Yuanying elders working together would be enough to deal with any situation.
Zhang Yan said with a smile, "I'm afraid that Fellow Daoist Feng has misunderstood. The person I am talking about is also a cultivator of my Profound Sect. He went to the Star Stone during the sword duel between the eighteen sects. Now, his cultivation has already improved and he has already entered the third stage like you and me."
Feng Qingping was stunned. He suddenly thought of someone and his expression changed slightly. He realized that he had missed this person previously.
At this moment, he suddenly felt an unusual movement behind him. He quickly turned his head and saw a Talisman shining with golden light descending from the sky a few hundred miles away. Then, a vast spiritual vigor descended and enveloped the entire Dan Yang Mountain. He could not help but exclaim, "The Heaven and Earth Seal?"
Zhang Yan smiled faintly and said, "Sage Feng, if you retreat, I will not chase after you. I will only deal with a few of your fellow disciples."
Feng Qingping heard this and his expression changed again.
According to his original plan, he did not want to fight a life and death battle with Zhang Yan. His main goal was to delay and if the situation was not good, he would retreat.
However, it was different now. If his fellow disciples were in trouble and he abandoned them, even if he returned to the sect, he would be severely punished. In other words, he was already trapped here. Not only did he lose the advantage of advancing and retreating freely, he also had to think of ways to end the battle quickly.
Even if he rushed over at this moment, it would be impossible for him to gain an advantage under the hands of two 3rd level Nascent Soul Realm cultivators. It would be better to fight Zhang Yan with his life on the line before returning to assist them. Presently, he could only hope that these 6 elders would be able to hold on for a little longer.
He gritted his teeth and tossed all distracting thoughts to the back of his mind. His gaze suddenly became incomparably stern as he said, "I was one step behind. Since I've fallen into Fellow Daoist's trap, it looks like we won't be able to leave if we don't settle this."
Zhang Yan nodded and said, "That's right."
Feng Qing Ping let out a loud shout, and with a sway of his body, he suddenly vanished without a trace. Tens of thousands of Blood Souls split out, and they carried a bloody aura that filled the heavens and the earth as they howled and charged towards Zhang Yan.
Zhang Yan stood still and there was a rumble under his feet. Boundless light of water rolled up and a vast wave of water surged for tens of miles. The sound of water splashing shook the heavens and earth.
These blood souls seemed to know how powerful it was. When they reached in front of him, they did not dare to pounce forward and all circled to the sides.
However, he raised his hand and balls of red flames rose from his back. The light was dazzling like the rising sun. Magnificent red clouds floated and wherever it passed, the blood souls would immediately turn into ashes.
This was him using his Fa Li to control his Divine Art. He wanted to see who had the deepest Fa Li. In a battle, this could be said to be the most rude and unreasonable.
Under normal circumstances, when the opponent saw that his Fa Li was not enough, he would definitely try to retreat. This would only waste his Fa Li for nothing and he might not even be able to hurt the opponent.
However, at this moment, he had Feng Qingping's Achilles' heel. He knew that not only could the opponent not leave, the opponent did not dare to let him go. He was already in a passive position. Therefore, he did not hold back and for the first time, he released all his Fa Li.
In an instant, all the spiritual vigor within a hundred miles was stirred by his mighty Fa Li!
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… (To be continued …)
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