Si Wuya had a powerful intelligence network. He even knew the strength of the seven great sects and the weaknesses of their sect masters.
According to his plan, if Ye Zhixing, a core member of the Darknet, delivered the information about the seven great sects to the Evil Sky Pavilion, perhaps his master would change his mind and send him to fight the seven great sects.
With the information in his hands, the seven great sects would definitely be defeated by Si Wuya's words. With Yu Zhenghai and the Darknet as his bargaining chips, Si Wuya was confident he could do that. At that time, his master would naturally look at him in a different light.
However, now …
He had become a joke.
The funniest joke under the heavens?
Si Wuya had guessed more than once that his master had discovered the secret of the Nine-leaf stage.
He had even tried to convince his Eldest Senior Brother, Yu Zhenghai, but he was always easily denied. The truth was the truth, after all. It could always be denied. It was similar to someone telling you that the sun would rise from the south a hundred times. You would never believe it until you saw it with your own eyes.
Si Wuya looked at the huge avatar. His face was burning with discomfort.
He even felt too ashamed to show his face.
Did a Nine-leaf cultivator need help?
In the face of absolute power, schemes and schemes were nothing but a joke.
Whizz!
At this moment, the barrier was completely lit up.
Golden Court Mountain's barrier and the avatar illuminated the night sky.
The Evil Sky Pavilion seemed to have returned to its glory days.
However, Lu Zhou did not stop there. He continued to channel Primal Qi into the avatar. He heard a series of notifications about training Si Wuya to earn merit points. However, he did not have the time to care about this.
Lu Zhou did not pay attention to what was happening below him. He was fully focused on the Formation.
He wondered if this rascal was doing his homework in the Cave of Reflection again.
Lu Zhou needed to stabilize the Formation.
Moreover, it would be a waste not to use the power from the Peak Trial Card. Once time passed, no matter how much Primal Qi he had, it would be reduced to nothing.
Si Wuya suddenly remembered something. 'Where are the people from the seven great sects?'
He took a deep breath and ran toward the west side of the mountain.
Soon after, he reached a high vantage point and looked down.
The light from Golden Court Mountain and the avatar illuminated the area before him. There were signs of battle as far as his eyes could see.
There were innumerable ravines left behind by energy swords, pits in the shape of Golden Lotuses, and the bodies of the seven great sects' disciples sprawled on the ground.
It was a majestic sight.
Si Wuya's eyes widened.
"Is this the power of the Nine-leaf stage?"
…
A kilometer away from the canyon.
Mingshi Yin looked at Feng Qinghe, slightly shocked. He said, "Not bad. You've prepared many trump cards. The seven great sects have become your cannon fodder. "
After burning his Sea of Qi, Feng Qinghe's expression changed.
"There's a path to heaven, but you refuse to take it. There's no door to hell, but you barge in."
Mingshi Yin crooked a finger at him. "I'm so scared."
These words instantly infuriated Feng Qinghe, and he wished for nothing more than to tear Chen Xi into pieces.
Feng Qinghe burned his sea of Qi. Time was limited. He did not waste any more time. He shot toward Mingshi Yin at lightning speed.
Bang, bang, bang!
The palm prints surged!
Mingshi Yin moved nimbly and dodged the palm seals.
"Faster, faster … You're so slow when you're injured," Mingshi Yin mocked as he dodged.
Feng Qinghe was distraught.
The power of the palm could topple mountains and overturn seas, and the palm print was getting bigger and bigger.
After a few rounds, Mingshi Yin began to feel the pressure.
After all, with his current cultivation base, it was too much for him to fight an elite like this. If Feng Qinghe had not been heavily injured by his master, Mingshi Yin would not have dared to provoke such a person.
Bam! Bam!
Mingshi Yin kept retreating.
He retreated until he reached the forest.
Swoosh!
Feng Qinghe suddenly retreated in the air. He searched the forest and said, "You're luring me here?"
"You're smart." Mingshi Yin nodded.
"Alas … you're still too inexperienced."
Whizz!
Feng Qinghe summoned his avatar.
With his sea of Qi burning, he had to kill Mingshi Yin as soon as possible. The longer this dragged on, the more disadvantageous it would be for him.
He was originally a Seven-leaf cultivator. Alas, after burning half of his sea of Qi, his cultivation base had declined. Now, he could only be considered a Six-leaf cultivator. Usually, he could easily kill a Six-leaf cultivator. However, this was a special situation. Feng Qinghe had to fight with all his might.
This should be enough to deal with Mingshi Yin.
Feng Qinghe folded his palms. Runes swirled around him as he charged toward Mingshi Yin with his avatar.
"Nice. I'll run …"
Mingshi Yin was not a fool. He would not fight head-on under such circumstances. He pushed away from the ground lightly and leaped into the forest at lightning speed.
The trees seemed to have come to life as they blocked his path.
Boom!
The forest was instantly cut down by the avatar and the runes.
Feng Qinghe hovered in the air and looked down with his avatar.
Mingshi Yin's voice rang from afar. "Hey, I'm here."
Under the tree to his left, Mingshi Yin beckoned at him with his finger.
Feng Qinghe did not waste time with words. He launched palm seals with both hands.
The palm seals shot down. Feng Qinghe and his avatar shot forward at a low altitude. Bam!
Bam! Bam!
Mingshi Yin refused to let him hit him. He kept moving around.
Since he could not defeat Mingshi Yin, could he not dodge?
After fighting for a while, Feng Qinghe sensed something was amiss.
He could not let this continue.
This was his first time encountering such a cunning person.
Feng Qinghe sensed his sea of Qi and produced a stack of talismans from his pocket.
He swiped his index finger across them. Primal Qi swirled around the talismans, and they burned.
He tossed them down!
The forest was ablaze.
When Feng Qinghe saw that the fire was not strong, he repeated his actions and tossed out several more talismans.
The talismans burned as they flew toward the other parts of the forest.
Feng Qinghe flew up in satisfaction. He looked down at the burning land. At the same time, he was wary of other elites who might appear in the distance.
"Ouch! You win! "
Mingshi Yin was feeling unbearable from the fire. He immediately unleashed his energy and ran toward the valley. There was no forest or fire there.
He moved like a gust of wind.
"Trying to run? Die! "
He joined his palms together and tossed out dozens of talismans.
The moment the talismans burned, Formation veins appeared in the air. They shone with golden radiance and transformed into talisman seals.
The talisman seals locked onto Mingshi Yin.
Feng Qinghe charged at Mingshi Yin with all his might.
Although Feng Qinghe was only at the Six-leaf stage, his 70-foot avatar was not something ordinary cultivators could compare to.
His avatar buzzed.
It stomped down!
Under the suppression of their cultivation bases, all tricks and cunning were meaningless.
Boom!
His avatar landed.
Feng Qinghe landed as well.
The Golden Lotus left a deep, circular crater on the ground.
His opponent must have been flattened to a pulp.
"Hahaha …" Feng Qinghe laughed smugly. "An Evil Sky Pavilion disciple? Serves you right. "
He had lost the demeanor of a sect master. His words had lost their rationality as well.
After all, the Noble Path had not killed any of the Evil Sky Pavilion's nine great disciples after so many years.
Even Zhu Honggong, who had a low cultivation base, managed to avert disaster time and time again.
He thought this was his best chance when the seven great sects attacked Golden Court Mountain at the same time. However, it was crushed by a Nine-leaf cultivator.
How gratifying was it to be able to kill an Evil Sky Pavilion disciple?
Feng Qinghe could not help but laugh maniacally.
He raised his hand and sealed his meridians above his dantian's sea of Qi.
His avatar vanished.
At this moment, a cloud of dust rose from the circular crater. A figure flew out.
Bam!
Feng Qinghe reeled back.
Mingshi Yin raised his palm. The Separation Hook hovered above his palm. "As expected, you're powerful … You're so powerful that you've forced me to use one-third of my strength."
Feng Qinghe had always been intelligent, but he was foolish at this moment.
When he landed, his brows were tightly knitted together. He endured the pain and said, "Earth Escape?"
"It's just a small trick. I'm just learning it." Mingshi Yin walked forward slowly.
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