C229 He Tried His Best to Stop Them
C229 He Tried His Best to Stop Them
Yang Xuan's heart shook. Without saying anything, he pointed out a few fingers out of thin air. The Spiritual Force surged out and shot towards the old Daoist's face.
At the same time, behind the black fog, the crimson wooden sword carried a frightening force and pierced towards the back of the old Daoist's head.
"Keke, a small trick!"
The old Daoist laughed hideously. A white bone claw suddenly appeared behind the black fog and grabbed at the wooden sword. He did not even look at the spiritual light that was coming from in front of him.
Yang Xuan frowned. With a slight thought, the Spiritual Force that he shot out increased in size. At the same time, the wooden sword also made a sudden turn under his control, dodging the white bone finger claw.
Zhang Zhengli glanced at Yang Xuan with a strange expression. Then, he focused his mind and continued to control the exquisite pagoda in his hand.
On the crystal-like pagoda, red light gradually filled the air, but it only reached the first level. Then, it stopped automatically. The red light spiraled and nurtured there, gradually becoming dazzling. A majestic spiritual pressure was emitted from it.
The old Daoist could also feel the pressure coming from the pagoda at this moment. With a fearful expression, he let out a cold snort. He ignored Yang Xuan's entanglement and rushed towards the pagoda.
"If you want to stop Zhang Fellow Daoist, you have to get past me first!"
Yang Xuan pointed out with his finger, and the fiery red wooden sword once again pierced towards the old Daoist. At the same time, several Spiritual Force arrived in front of the old Daoist, and all of them struck his face.
At this moment, the old Daoist's face rolled in a strange manner. The Spiritual Force actually entered into it without causing any ripples.
"How is this possible!"
Yang Xuan's expression changed. He struck out a few more Spiritual Force, but all of them were strangely absorbed into the Spiritual Force without exception.
That face seemed to be formed by the black fog too. It was not a physical body, and its changes were unpredictable.
The crimson wooden sword pierced through the black fog once again, and left a hole the size of half a palm between the eyebrows of the old Daoist. However, there was not a single trace of blood in it, only wisps of black smoke.
Several consecutive attacks were unable to injure the old Daoist. Yang Xuan's heart tightened.
The old Daoist's black fog had already arrived in front of Zhang Zhengli. Countless ghost claws stretched out from within, making it look very horrifying under the white moonlight.
The rolling black fog rolled up along the claws, covering the sky and blocking out the sun. The red light emitted by the small pagoda was mostly blocked.
"We can't let him succeed!"
Yang Xuan gritted his teeth. He was extremely anxious, but there was nothing he could do for the time being.
His attack was almost useless against the black fog. It penetrated several times, but his opponent was not injured at all.
"Activate the cultivation technique!"
At this moment, a loud shout suddenly rang out in his mind.
This was the voice of the Black Panther. Yang Xuan was only stunned for a moment before he quickly reacted. He made a prompt decision and activated the Three Yuan Calming Art.
In an instant, he felt his vision suddenly become clear. Spots of azure light flowed into his eyes, and the entire world seemed to brighten up.
The most obvious change was clearly the black fog that the old Daoist had transformed into.
The black fog that had originally covered the sky and the earth had suddenly become thin. Even the ghost claws that danced from time to time had completely disappeared, leaving only a figure floating in a corner. It was very conspicuous.
"The effects of the Three Elemental Serenity Technique are beyond your imagination. As long as you activate it, you will be able to see through falsehood. That black fog is merely a disguise created by the inner demons. It's not that you are unable to harm him, but that you did not hit your main body."
After the Black Panther explained, Yang Xuan stared at the faintly discernible figure in the black fog and nodded.
The wooden sword that had been accumulating power in the air for a long time suddenly brought out a red stream of light. It suddenly pierced towards the faint black figure in the black fog. It was extremely fast, and the rippling Spiritual Force even formed a ripple behind it.
The black fog that the old Daoist had transformed into was still whistling towards Zhang Zhengli. However, the red light on the small tower seemed to carry some kind of extremely powerful force, making it difficult for him to get close for a moment.
Right now, all of his attention was focused on stopping Zhang Zhengli. He didn't pay any attention to Yang Xuan, who was a Third Stage warrior, so he didn't even notice the arrival of the wooden sword.
A hint of joy appeared in Yang Xuan's eyes, but it didn't last long.
When the wooden sword was about to hit the black shadow, the surrounding area of the black shadow suddenly twisted. After that, the black shadow disappeared and reappeared in another corner.
"Hehe, do you really think I'm stupid? Don't waste your energy, with your little cultivation..."
Halfway through his words, his voice suddenly stopped, and the face above the black fog revealed a look of shock.
The wooden sword that was emitting a bright red light continued to stab where the black figure originally was, and did not escape again. On the tip of the sword, a wisp of extremely dense black Qi was drifting in the air.
"This is a wisp of your soul, right?"
The corner of Yang Xuan's mouth carried a faint smile. If it wasn't for the warning of the Black Panther, he was afraid that he wouldn't have noticed it.
This wooden sword was an item of Phoenix Clan. Although it wasn't considered to be extremely precious, it wasn't an ordinary item either. It was made from the heart of the Wutong Tree.
These Wutong trees were contaminated with the power of the phoenix. They were born with the purest Yang energy, and they were the best treasures to suppress evil spirits. The soul essence of the soul belonged to this category as well.
When the crimson wooden sword pierced towards the shadow, the pure Yang energy had already surged out. Even though the opponent had fled at an extremely fast speed, it was still locked down by this energy and couldn't leave.
Although the loss of the soul essence wouldn't affect the old Daoist, this was the only method Yang Xuan could use to interfere with him in the shortest amount of time.
Under the guidance of the Black Panther, he formed an extremely strange incantation and began to mutter incantations.
After a moment, the Spiritual Force in his body suddenly shot into the sky and poured into the wooden sword.
In the dark and cold fog, a faint red light gradually lit up. The black fog in that area quickly dissipated like snow in the spring.
The red light continued to spread, seeming to disperse the entire black fog.
The old Daoist was already in a confrontation with the power of the small tower. He had just gained the upper hand, but after Yang Xuan's disturbance, the Spiritual Force suddenly became unstable and was forced back a little.
"Brat, you're courting death!"
The old Daoist suddenly turned around. His face was savage, and his protruding eyeball was covered in blood. It made Yang Xuan shiver, and he felt a chill run down his spine.
The Spiritual Force ripples emitted by the wooden sword were suppressed in the blink of an eye. The spiritual pressure surrounding Yang Xuan became extremely terrifying. All the Spiritual Force in the world seemed to have become sticky, and it was extremely difficult to control or absorb them.
At the same time, Zhang Zhengli finally completed his casting.
A green light suddenly shot out from the crystal like small tower and spiraled in the air.