On the way here, in order to avoid touching EsGod's spirituality, Zhang Yu had restrained all his thoughts and purely relied on his intuition to sense danger.
At this moment, when he saw this white-robed Taoist, his own spirituality was warning him to stay away from this person as much as possible. At the same time, the Xia Sword in his hand was also trembling slightly.
The white-robed Taoist stopped moving, opened his eyes, and slowly looked at him. However, his two eye sockets were empty, only a wisp of black smoke spiraling inside.
Seeing this, Zhang Yu's expression changed slightly.
He knew what the other party was.
A Chaos monster!
Although he had seen many records of such things in books, this was the first time he had seen it with his own eyes.
As far as he knew, if Monk Hunjang was too contaminated by the Chaos during his cultivation, he would completely abandon his human side and become this thing. This person looked like a cultivator, could he have been a shameless cultivator in the past?
However, after observing for a while, he was somewhat uncertain. Before the Chaos monster's spirituality changed, it was the reflection of the original owner, and the other party's temperament was closer to that of an old cultivator.
Because of his teacher, he was especially familiar with this kind of otherworldly temperament. Moreover, the jade flute in the other party's hand looked like a magic item. And regardless of whether it was Xuanxiu shameless cultivators, most people did not use magic items.
No … magic item!
His gaze flickered. Monsters of Chaos had almost abandoned their physical side. They could be considered as monsters of pure spirituality. Physical attacks were almost useless against them. The only way to kill them was to use the same spirituality. Therefore, it was impossible for them to bring along ritual implements.
If that was the case, it was very likely that the weapon spirit of the jade flute and not the white-robed Taoist himself that had turned into a Chaos monster.
Everything made sense now.
The weapon spirit of a magic item did not have intelligence, and it was not an independent living creature. It was just that the owner's spirituality, emotions, and consciousness were placed in it, so it could better resonate with the owner when used.
But after leaving its master, if the spirituality inside did not dissipate and was preserved under unique circumstances, then it was very likely that it would become another spiritual consciousness and inherit some of the original owner's emotions.
Zhang Yu guessed that the white-clothed Daoist might have been one of the people who attacked the lost land together with him sixty years ago. However, he might have died somewhere in the end, and his magic tool was also lost here. Later on, it was unknown what had caused it to become like this.
From the looks of it, the other party wasn't a pure Chaos monster. It could only be said to be half-Chaosn, or else it would have completely abandoned its attachment to physical objects.
If that was the case, it would be slightly easier to deal with.
While he was thinking, he saw the monster look at him for a while. Then, its body moved slightly as if it was about to stand up. He thought about it and took a few steps back.
She paused for a moment and looked at him with her empty eye sockets for a while. Then, she turned her head back and leaned against the vine again.
When Zhang Yu saw this, he already knew what was going on. Obviously, because this monster had its eyes on the Taru tree and wanted to devour the latter's spirituality to strengthen itself, it was not interested in him yet.
However, this was only temporary. Other than EsGod, this monster would instinctively be interested in all living beings with strong spirituality around it. The higher the spirituality, the more it would attract this kind of thing. After devouring the giant tree's spirituality, it would take the initiative to look for him.
Of course, if he walked fast enough, this thing might not be able to catch up. However, it was still a problem. It was best to get rid of a Chaos monster when it was at its weakest. When it grew stronger, it would be even more difficult to deal with and might even be used by EsGod.
He thought about it for a while. To deal with this thing, he first had to understand the level of its power. However, if he used his heart to directly come into contact with it, this was not the right way to do it. If he was not careful, it was very likely that he would be infected by the evil aura.
Therefore, he sent a request to the Taru tree. After a while, a branch drooped down. He reached out and grabbed it.
The moment he grabbed it, his mind trembled slightly. Then, he saw a huge green spiritual light. This light was peaceful and warm, and its range was huge, enveloping the place he was standing.
At this moment, a black mass that seemed to be able to devour everything was constantly eroding this light and gradually strengthening itself. Through this branch, he could feel the gloominess and chaos coming from it.
Seeing this scene, he finally understood why the Taru tree could not do anything to this monster. Although it had a huge amount of spiritual power, the techniques it used were almost non-existent. When it encountered those spiritual creatures and EsGod, it could still rely on its huge spirituality to suppress them. However, all of this was useless on a Chaos monster. The Taru tree's spirituality was like a thin fog in front of it. Although it was everywhere, it was not condensed and would scatter with a blow.
Zhang Yu thought that in terms of spirituality, he could not compare to this Chaos monster.
However, the good thing was that this kind of thing did not have any intelligence and only acted based on instinct. Moreover, he was not alone now. The main pressure was borne by the Taru tree.
His gaze fell on the jade flute. As long as he could shatter the jade flute, this thing would lose its attachment and only have pure spirituality. Then, it would become a water without a source. There was no need to defeat it. As long as its spirituality was exhausted, then it could be destroyed.
Thinking of this, he used his spirituality to communicate with the Taru tree, asking it to try its best to attract the monster's attention so that he would have a good chance to attack.
After communicating, he let go of the branch, and the scene in front of him disappeared.
He looked at the jade flute. If this thing was once a magic artifact of the old cultivators, then its toughness might be completely beyond his imagination. To destroy it, he would have to use all his strength.
He took a deep breath, reached out, grabbed the hilt, and slowly pulled the Xia Sword out of the scabbard. He raised it in front of his eyes and then focused his energy on it.
After a while, the blade trembled slightly, and then a ray of light emerged from his body and flowed into it.
Gradually, the blade lit up little by little. It became so bright that it could not be looked at directly. After a few breaths, the light converged and no longer radiated outwards. It was just a ray of condensed light.
At this moment, he felt that his spiritual will had become incomparably condensed, as if it was completely invested in the sword. The sword and the mind seemed to have completely merged together, and there was no longer any distinction between them.
He seemed to be able to feel the sword cheering in joy, as if it would undergo some kind of transformation if it took another step forward.
The Taoist in white suddenly turned his head, and the black smoke in his eye sockets shrank. He sat up, as if he had sensed the threat and was about to attack.
But at this moment, all the branches and leaves of the Taru tree shook, and there was a loud crashing sound. The dense forest seemed to have ushered in a hurricane. The huge spiritual power that was originally curled up burst out, like a wave crashing down!
The Taoist in white's body flickered violently. At this moment, he seemed to disappear and reappear again, like an unreal shadow.
At this time, Zhang Yu moved the Xia Sword away from him and stared ahead. Then, he walked towards the monster. At first, he walked very slowly, but as he got closer, his speed gradually increased. Finally, with a light tap of his foot, he raised his sword high and took advantage of the momentum to slash!
The Taoist in white could not move at this moment, but he had no intention of dodging. Zhang Yu's attack was not aimed at his body, but at the jade flute with great precision!
Boom!
Zhang Yu was slightly absent-minded, and found himself standing on the edge of a torrential river. Countless waves were rolling in the river, and on the other side of the river, peach blossoms were dotted, and clouds were surging. Not far away, the Taoist in white stood under a willow tree, playing the jade flute. The sound of the flute was boundless and nostalgic, and the mood was distant.
After a while, he put down the jade flute and asked in disappointment, "Dao, where is Dao? Dao friend, do you know? "
Zhang Yu walked to his side, looked at the picturesque scenery in front of him, and said, "Yu is also looking for it."
The Taoist in white laughed, and raised the jade flute, his eyes were full of gentleness, and said, "This was given to me by a girl when I entered the path of cultivation at the age of eighteen. After more than a hundred years of cultivation, she did not leave me. My heart was lofty, and I traveled with the ship, wanting to enlighten all living beings for Tianxia, and open up the way to the wilderness. She said she would wait for me to return, and I promised, but now I can't." He slowly handed the jade flute over, "Dao friend, please help me return this."
Zhang Yu stretched out his hand, and only felt a weight in his hand as he caught the jade flute.
The Taoist in white looked into the distance, his sleeves fluttering, and sighed, "I really want to see Tianxia again."
Ping!
Like a mirror shattering, the scenery in front of him scattered.
Zhang Yu still maintained the posture of a sword strike, and then heard a crisp sound, cracks spread on the jade flute, and then it broke into pieces and fell to the ground.
He looked up, and saw the Taoist in white standing there, his eyes were clear, and his expression was gentle and peaceful. He smiled at him, and then with a breeze, he floated away.
He put the sword back into the scabbard, looked at the ground, stretched out his hand, and picked up the jade flute fragment with the words "Xiao Han Sheng" on it. The handwriting was beautiful, as if it was carved by a woman. He thought for a moment, and then picked up the red knot on the back of the jade flute, and put it into his pocket.
At this time, the giant Taru tree transmitted a burst of joy to him, and several entangled branches drooped down together.
Zhang Yu walked up, and along with the branches, his line of sight also slowly rose. After a long time, he came to the top of the tree, stepped out, and stood on the thick leaves of the tree.
The thick fog in front of him slowly dispersed, and a huge lake appeared in front of him.
That was the last place before going to the Lost Land. When he reached there, he could rely on the spiritual feelings of the owner of the secret scroll to find the way to the Lost Land.
However, at this moment, he thought of the Taoist in white, and could not help but think that although those seniors who went to kill EsGod died on this foreign continent and never returned, in their hearts, they also wanted to go back to Tianxia.
He looked into the distance, and the Xia Sword in his hand made a soft sound.
Don't worry.
I will bring you all back.
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