After that Daoist appeared, he looked towards Zhang Yu. He said with some surprise, "It's you?"
Zhang Yu's eyes flickered slightly. He did not recognize this person, but when he heard this person's words, a thought flashed through his mind. He immediately guessed that this person should be the person who tried to deceive them with the "Soul Projection" earlier. He said, "So it's you."
When Si Lan heard the two people speak, she instantly felt some despair. So these two people really did know each other!
However, she quickly realized that something was wrong. Although these two people knew each other, they seemed to have hostility towards each other. She looked ahead, then looked behind her. Carefully, she moved her body towards the side fork.
At this moment, that Daoist didn't have the time to pay attention to her. Instead, he focused his attention on Zhang Yu.
He was hesitating whether or not to make a move now.
Although he had previously thought of making the person who destroyed his magic weapon pay the price, he preferred to do this after he was stronger.
Because he didn't understand his opponent, this kind of encounter battle was something he had always tried to avoid.
However, Zhang Yu could sense that this Daoist's aura was very impure. Furthermore, he could sense an evil aura. This meant that the Daoist's Mana Essence was not completely cultivated by himself. Instead, he had absorbed the Essence Qi of others and had even been refined by a living person.
Combined with the fact that this person had tried to trick them into following him, this was very clearly an evil cultivator. Moreover, he had definitely killed many people.
This kind of person was extremely evil. Since he had seen him, he couldn't just leave him alone. Thus, he slowly walked forward.
That Daoist was very sensitive to changes in Qi. When Zhang Yu revealed his hostility, he immediately sensed it. His reaction was also very fast. He immediately shook his sleeve and an incense burner flew out. In a flash, a white light sprinkled down and covered him within.
When Zhang Yu was previously under that teacher's tutelage, he had tried to spar with a few fellow disciples. However, at that time, he didn't even possess the Heart Light. It was only a competition of mortal skills. Therefore, this was his first time fighting with a true cultivator.
However, when he saw the other immediately take out a protective magic artifact, he felt a sense of familiarity. Because he had seen fights between fellow sect members in the past usually be like this. Only Tao Dingfu did not use anything other than a sword.
He didn't care about the other party's condition. With a thought, the sword light flashed and shot out like a thunderbolt. It directly hit the other party's protective light.
The layer of white light on the Daoist's body suddenly shook violently a few times. His expression also changed. He grabbed the incense burner and a light mist flashed under his feet, wrapping around him as he fled.
He cursed in his heart, 'What kind of world is this? Every cultivator I meet is a sword cultivator!'
He knew very well that if he were to fight with a swordsman who had become one with the sword in this cave where there was no room to dodge, he would be courting death. No matter how many magic tools he had, it would be useless.
He couldn't be blamed for being careless. Although he had seen Zhang Yu holding a sword before, Xuanxiu rarely used magic tools. At most, he would use some of the Tianji Division's creations. Who would have thought that Zhang Yu could actually refine a sword to such a degree?
However, although his speed was not slow, it was still not as fast as the flying sword. At this moment, not only did the sword light catch up, it also slashed at his protective light dozens of times in an instant.
The incense burner in his bosom let out a buzzing sound. The outer layer of light also trembled incessantly. In the blink of an eye, only a thin layer was left. It looked like it was about to break and scatter.
Fortunately, at this moment, the area in front of him widened and a relatively spacious hall appeared. His eyes lit up and he sped into it. As soon as he landed, he steadied his feet and once again raised the incense burner. At the same time, he activated his Fa Li with all his might. The protective white light once again swelled and thickened.
At this point, he felt that he had room to dodge. He could let go of his hands and fight the enemy.
Zhang Yu also entered this place. If he could kill the enemy from a distance with his sword, then he would definitely do so. However, the further the flying sword flew, the less effort it would need and the greater the consumption. To deal with this kind of enemy who was protected by magic tools, he still needed to attack within a certain range.
At this moment, the Daoist took advantage of the fact that the protective light outside had not yet been extinguished to shake his sleeve. Immediately, a purple-red sand fog rolled out. In an instant, it spread out and surged into the surrounding corridors.
This was a mouthful of "Tianjun Cloud Sand" that he had refined. This object could be heavy or light, far or near. It was all controlled by his will. In addition, because it was compatible with his Fa Li, he was able to move freely within the sand fog. On the other hand, external objects would be obstructed everywhere, becoming sluggish and sluggish. In this way, he could limit the flying sword to the greatest extent.
At this moment, on the other side, Si Lan saw the two escape one after another. She breathed a sigh of relief in her heart. However, she did not relax for long before she saw balls of purple-red sand fog surging out from the depths of the corridors.
She hurriedly dodged outwards. However, because she was caught off guard, she accidentally touched a little bit of the sand. Her movements immediately slowed down. As the sand fog gradually surged up, she felt as if she was being pressed down by an extremely heavy object. Her tall metallic body swayed a few times. With a bang, she knelt down on one knee. At this moment, even the ground that supported her was unknowingly sinking downwards.
She panicked and said, "Pure White, what's going on?"
Pure White said, "If I'm not mistaken, this should be an object that combines physical and spiritual properties. Use the power of your spiritual properties to temporarily resist the spiritual side. Then, use the power bestowed on you by the outer armor to break free. "
Si Lan immediately did as she was told. A ray of spiritual light rose from her body and consciously pushed away the fog. As expected, she was able to stand up again. She exerted her strength and walked out step by step. Not long after, she walked out of the sand fog.
She exhaled deeply and said, "Pure White, at least you were of some use this time. Otherwise, I would have to explain myself."
Pure White said, "After all, you were only affected and that cultivator's attention wasn't on you. It shouldn't have been hard to break free."
Si Lan grumbled, "Don't be so blunt next time, you won't have any friends."
Pure White said, "My abilities need to be improved urgently. I need you to broaden my horizons and increase my knowledge."
Si Lan felt a headache coming on. "Is there a faster way?"
Pure White said, "If someone is willing, I can interact with his observer. That way, you'll be able to improve quickly."
Si Lan was distressed. "That's a bit difficult. Forget it, I'll think about it later. Elder Lu was taken away by those mercenaries and should be out of danger by now. I'll go back and ask him if he has any opinions."
Pure White asked, "Aren't you leaving now?"
Si Lan glanced into the depths of the tunnel. "No matter what, that cultivator did save me. Although I can't help him, I can't just leave like that. At least, I have to confirm the results first."
Zhang Yu saw the purplish red smoke surging out and felt that it would affect the Cicada Cry Sword in some way. He immediately shifted his mind and sent the sword into the sky. At the same time, he took a step forward and said, "Retreat!"
Just as he finished speaking, the purplish red smoke seemed to be swept away by a huge gust of wind and retreated backward. The cultivator's figure was once again exposed.
At this moment, the Cicada Cry Sword suspended high above swiftly descended. With just one strike, the cultivator's protective light was almost shattered. His expression changed greatly and he hurriedly made hand seals to stabilize it.
At this moment, Zhang Yu took another step forward and said, "Forbidden!"
The incense burner floating in the air shook violently. The spiritual light immediately dissipated and it fell from the sky.
Losing his shield, the cultivator revealed a terrified expression and wanted to flee immediately.
At this moment, Zhang Yu took a third step and said at the same time, "Forbidden!"
The cultivator's body trembled. He only felt that his mana was sealed. Although it was only for a short moment, the flying sword outside did not miss this opportunity. With a sudden speed, a ray of sword light circled around his neck and his head fell off.
The Daoist's body remained motionless. Following which, a divine soul that was tainted with filthy and evil light escaped from it and sped off into the distance. Behind him, a sword light flashed and caught up. With a twist in the air, a miserable shriek seemed to be heard. Then, the divine soul was shattered and disappeared without a trace.
Zhang Yu stretched out his hand and caught the sword light. He casually returned it to its sheath. The headless corpse of the cultivator swayed and finally fell to the ground.
On the other hand, the surging purplish red mist had lost the support of its magic power, and it transformed into numerous tiny grains of crystal sand that crackled as they rained down.
At this moment, he heard some kind of sound. It sounded like something fell together. He turned around and saw that it was many bottles and jars. They fell not far away from the cultivator.
He thought for a moment. It seemed that the cultivator had used some method to keep these things in his purplish red sand fog. Now that the cultivator was dead, these things were exposed.
However, at this moment, he felt a weak flow of heat. His heart moved. He walked over and took a look. He reached out and took an item into his hand.
It was a jade statue. It had a green face and fangs, three heads and six arms. It looked extremely evil. Such an appearance was enough to be called a demon statue. However, it looked like Tianxia's style and not the indigenous EsGod's.
The statue was well protected. From the luster and residual aura, it was obvious that the owner often cleaned it and it was not something that was covered in dust.
As he looked at the statue, he immediately thought of the statue that Qin Wu had given him back in the Eastern Court.
He could not help but fall into deep thought. It seemed that there was indeed a group of people worshipping these things. However, what was their purpose? That cultivator was clearly a cultivator. Why did he carry a statue with him?
He decided to ask someone when he returned and see if he could find any similar clues.
His gaze fell, and swept through the scattered items again. There were no more than some pills, ointment, and a few magic tools left behind. These things were faintly evil, and there was also a pungent smell of blood. He would not use them.
Thus, he waved his sleeve and turned over the layers of soil. He buried those items and the cultivator's corpse together. After sensing for a moment, he headed in Si Lan's direction.
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