The ray of light was extremely fast and the two were very close. Zhou Zishang only saw a flash and before he could react, he was hit.
Even with the protection of his treasured robe, Wei Zihong's attack had been stored up for a long time. Now that it was released, its power was far greater than usual. Zhou Zishang's body shook heavily. Not only did his treasured robe split open, but even his protective treasured light was destroyed. He was sent flying by the lightning. He could only hear the sound of explosions and his mind was in a daze.
Wei Zihong regained the upper hand and was greatly energized. It was a good opportunity for him. He took out a delicate jade mallet and chased after his opponent. At the same time, layers of black smoke surged behind him as if trying to drown him.
Zhou Zishang was hit Just Now and his energy was in a mess. He could not circulate his mana in a hurry. Because his treasured robe was gone, he had no protection. Even if it was a normal talisman, he did not dare to take it head-on. He raised his thumb to the sky and the ring on his hand emitted a strange energy. It was white with a hint of grey, like a ball of cotton. The jade mallet sunk in but did not come out for a long time.
Wei Zihong did not expect the talisman to succeed. He only wanted to delay. Once his technique was completed, the opponent would not be able to escape. Seeing that the talisman was taken, he waved his sleeve and threw out a dozen lightning beads the size of pigeon eggs. They were all purplish black and emitted a murderous aura.
Zhou Zishang's breath had not calmed down yet so he raised his finger to the sky and took the lightning beads Just Now.
Wei Zihong's lightning beads came easily. They were presented to him by the small sects below. He still had hundreds of them on him, so he did not even blink and threw them out.
Zhou Zishang's expression changed slightly. He used the same trick and released the cloud from the ring. He took on this round of attacks, but his heart was filled with impatience.
This talisman was called the Rotten Swallowing Ring. Within an hour, it could absorb powerful talismans and items into it. It could be said to be very strange.
However, it needed to be slowly dissolved with mana. If not, the power inside would leak out. At that time, not only would the talisman be destroyed, but the owner of the talisman would also be affected. Even the owner of the talisman, who was connected to it, would be harmed. If it was serious, his life would be in danger. Thus, he was not in the mood to get entangled here. He was only thinking about how to retreat.
His gaze swept to the left and right, but he was shocked. Countless black smoke and fiendish fog gathered in the surroundings. Looking at it, it covered a radius of several li. How could he not know that this was a trap set up by the other party?
However, he also understood that if he didn't fight with his life on the line, he wouldn't be able to leave even if he wanted to. However, the attacks from above were endless. If he didn't want to slowly look for an opportunity, he would have to pay a price.
He made up his mind and gathered a bit of magic power with great difficulty, activating the protective treasure light around his body. At the same time, he took out a feather fan and gently waved it. A strong wind suddenly rose, and the mountains and rivers moved. The black smoke was stirred up by the wind, and like a drop of ink falling into water, it turned into wisps and dispersed.
At the same time, the attacks from above landed, and with a kacha sound, the protective treasure light was scattered. It shook his internal organs to the point that they felt like they were splitting apart. Blood rushed up his back, and he forcefully swallowed a mouthful of salty blood. His sleeves shook, and strong winds rose up from his two armpits. It was like he was spreading his wings, and he escaped from the gap.
Just Now, Wei Zihong was continuously attacked by Zhou Zishang, and he was holding in his breath. How could he let him escape so easily? The god eye on his forehead opened, and his gaze focused on Zhou Zi's back. The latter felt his body freeze up. He was clearly conscious, but his body couldn't move. He knew that things weren't good, and he didn't care about holding back anymore. A star bead flashed on the cloud above him, and it suddenly broke apart, turning into specks of starlight. It was like broken jade glass, and it covered his entire body.
Wei Zihong reached out and grabbed. The black smoke and fiendish energy that filled the air gathered and wrapped him up. However, no matter how much strength he used, he was unable to break through that layer of light.
He pondered for a moment, and said, "From the looks of it, it seems like the Yuxiao school's' Star Steadying Art '."
This art was one of the sixteen arts of the Yuxiao school. Once the supernatural power was used, it was like the Star Steadying Art. As long as one's own vitality wasn't exhausted, it would be difficult for external forces to invade.
Wei Zihong snorted coldly. He heard that the cost of using this art wasn't small, and the person who used it also had to bind their own hands and feet, making it difficult for them to move. Usually, it was only used to save lives, and they could only wait passively for others to save them. At the worst, he would just wait here and see how long the other party could last.
At this time, on the other side of the small world, Su Yihua stopped in front of a tall mountain. This place was extremely strange. There were round stone eggs all over the slope, and strange trees grew on the mountain walls, growing out diagonally from between the rocks. From afar, they looked like countless burrs.
However, in this strange place, there was a stone platform halfway up the mountain, and he could vaguely see a dilapidated temple on top.
He looked for a moment, and did not sense anything strange, so he floated over to the temple. When he arrived in front of the temple, he saw that the stone tiles were broken on the ground, and the original wooden beams had long rotted and collapsed on the ground. However, this temple had a back hall, which was built on the rock wall, so most of it was still preserved.
Along the way, he didn't see a trace of anyone. This temple was built using mortal methods, so it was obvious that there used to be living people living in this small world, but for some reason, there was no trace of them now.
As he was afraid that the temple wouldn't be able to withstand too much of a commotion, he didn't fly, and only walked inside. After about thirty steps, he saw a cave that was a hundred feet high. Inside, there was a three-tiered altar, and on top of it was a statue of a deity.
This statue didn't have a mouth or nose, only a pair of long and thin eyes, and two ears that were open to the back, like the ears of a deer. It was extremely strange.
Under the statue of the deity was a spirit tablet, but it was made of jade, and it was covered with a thick layer of dust.
Su Yihua stretched out his hand and grabbed, and the spirit tablet flew up. As soon as it left the table, the table immediately collapsed, and a cloud of dust rose up. It was obvious that it had long rotted.
He took a few steps back, and lowered his head to look at the spirit tablet. He wiped away the dust, and the words on it were already blurred, and he could only vaguely make out the four words "Shen Mu Celestial Master".
He thought for a while, and in his memory, he had never heard of such a name.
At this moment, he felt his sleeve tremble, and there was an extra young man in yellow in the hall.
When Su Yihua saw this person, he hurriedly bowed and said respectfully, "Zhenren Qin Yang."
The young man in yellow nodded at him, and took the spirit tablet. He looked at it, and then glanced at the deity statue, and said, "It really is Daoist Shen Mu's spirit tablet."
Su Yihua asked, "Zhenren, do you recognize this person?"
The young man in yellow shook his head, and said, "I have never seen him, but this person's disciple had interacted with your Su ancestor before. He was originally a cultivator of the West Continent, and was one of the few who entered the South Cliffs Continent to kill poisonous insects, and established a sect over ten thousand years ago."
Su Yihua came to a sudden realization, and pointed at his feet, and said, "Could it be that this small world was established by this person?"
The young man in yellow shook his head, and said, "Although this person's cultivation is not shallow, to want to open a small world, he still doesn't have that kind of ability. This small world should be passed down from the hands of the ancestors."
He looked around, and said, "I remember that this line of cultivators has a few techniques that sacrifice poisonous insects to fight against enemies, and they are very powerful. This sect does not select the origin of their disciples, and they accept both humans and demons. The Yuxiao school used thousands of years of effort to exterminate them, and even so, they still have their orthodoxy passed down. You can look around, and maybe you will find some opportunities."
Su Yihua bowed, and said, "Zhenren, thank you for your guidance."
At this moment, the young man in yellow's expression changed, and he looked towards a direction.
Su Yihua said, "Zhenren, what's wrong?"
The young man in yellow said, "Let me give you a reminder, Just Now, there is a Qi dynamic that entered this small world, although he has cultivated in Qi, he still can't hide the demonic aura on his body. If it's not the Python tribe, then it's the cultivator of the Carp tribe who chased you here. This person's cultivation is not weak, and he should be in the middle of the third Yuanying realm, you should be careful." After saying that, his shadow flashed, and he disappeared.
Su Yihua's heart tightened, and he did not dare to stay here for long. He roughly searched inside and out, and because he did not find anything, he could only hurry out.
When he reached outside the temple, he looked back, and he was a little unwilling. He thought to himself, "I can clearly feel the spiritual vigor here from afar, but why can't I feel anything here?"
As he was thinking, he lightly raised his hand and patted the rock wall beside him, and this time, he felt something strange.
He turned his head to take a look, and where his hand landed was a stone egg that was embedded here. It clearly looked uneven, but when his hand touched it, it was abnormally smooth.
Looking closely, he could see some clues. There seemed to be a layer of shell on it, but it was crystal clear, so it was hard to notice.
"What is this?"
He pressed on it, and with a crack, the stone egg instantly shattered, revealing a black thin object. At a rough glance, it looked like a short rope, but with a closer look, he could tell that it was the carcass of an insect, and it looked similar to the Vermillion Candle Insect.
Su Yihua was shocked, so this stone egg was just a layer of a hard cocoon, but after a long time, it looked like a stone. Looking at the stone eggs that were everywhere at the foot of the mountain, could it be that these are all insect cocoons?
His thoughts turned quickly, and he thought to himself, "Could it be that this place is where Zhenren Shao raised insects?"
This was not impossible, back then, this Zhenren Shao relied on a Vermillion Candle King Insect to break into the grotto-heaven, but this demon was abnormally fierce, how did he subdue it before? But if this world originally had a collection, or if there was a difficult technique to subdue insects, then it could be explained.
Thinking to this point, his heart was also burning up. This small world was left by Zhenren Shao for his two disciples, and Qin Yang's true spirit once said that this sect passed down techniques everywhere, maybe the technique of controlling insects was passed down here. If he could obtain it, then he would not have to fear any cultivators of the same generation, even if it was a Yuanying third grade cultivator, he would be able to fight.
But as soon as this thought came up, he regained his calmness.
Now that there was a great enemy in front of him, it was still too early to talk about this matter, if he could not get through this, even if he had the Tongtian technique, what could he do?
He sneered, and thought to himself, "Everyone has their own selfish motives, I do not believe that the person who came here is willing to share this small world with others, there will be a fight later, the plan now is not to find a technique, but to find a place to hide first."
Just as he was thinking, he suddenly sensed something strange, he turned his head to look, and saw four rays of light flying towards here, looking at their route, they seemed to be cultivators of Chan Palace, his heart was shocked, this was a lone mountain, if he wanted to fly out now, it was hard to guarantee that he would not be discovered by the other party, looking around, there was no place to hide, he had no choice but to retreat back into the temple.
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