Immortal Road.

Chapter 401: The Great Tycoon, Fragmented and Broken

"what?"

Taoist Qingji only had time to roar before he was knocked dozens of feet away. A lightning chain full of electric balls climbed up and tightened around him like a giant blue and white python.

"Crackle, squeak, squeak~~~"

The black and white light array groaned as it could not bear the pressure. Even though yin and yang were alternating endlessly and the white and black gases were reinforcing the protective light layer, the range of the array could still be seen shrinking slowly from three meters.

Twenty-nine, twenty-eight, twenty-seven
Balls of electric light released lightning threads that moved around, and in a blink of an eye, they covered every corner of the outer light layer. Taoist Qingji's figure was directly blocked and trapped inside like a turtle in a jar.

"open!"

At the critical moment, his Taoist robe swelled and boiled, and his magic power surged into the light array under his feet, immediately smoothing out all the shaking, and the light layer became even thicker and tighter, and the coverage area began to expand outward again.

This type of defensive magic power seems to be able to be interrupted and continued. As long as there is enough mana in the body, the charging can expand the durability and resistance. It can be disconnected when not needed and can automatically protect the master.

Lin Shan and the three evil spirit brothers did not miss this opportunity. They each activated the totem pillar and the Chongyang formation diagram, and attacked from both sides with the light seal and the fire pillar from the left and the back.

Taoist Qingji in the lightning felt the danger and simply wiped the storage ring on his hand. A wide banana fan appeared on his head. The head and tail were convex, and the middle was concave. There were horizontal lines on it similar to zebra stripes, and there was a small thorn on the tip.

It only spun half a circle above his head, and the lightning threads and electric balls around him seemed to be under unimaginable threat. Taoist Qingyan pinched his fingers and fanned them around fiercely, causing them to lose control and shatter like bubbles.

The lightning chains that were dozens of feet long and formed into several circles were immediately swept away!

"Oh!"

"Pong!"

Taoist Qingji drew the bow in his right hand, put an arrow in his left hand, and shot an arrow in a flash, exploding the six-pointed star seal in mid-air just as it was approaching.

The huge sun fire pillar followed, but was dispersed and disappeared by a slight shake of the black and white array plate under his feet.

Lin Shan looked at the palm-leaf fan tilted and rotating above Taoist Qingji's head, feeling the surging power of the magic weapon, and his heart was filled with awe!

Another top-notch magic weapon!
This is the wealthy local tyrant!
He had personally experienced the power of the lightning chain, which was definitely as powerful as a minor magical spell, but it was broken by a fan, which shows how precious it was.

The three evil spirit brothers were still screaming nearby. Although they did not cause any harm, their presence was quite noticeable. Perhaps they were trying very hard to show off in front of their master.

Also, it was scratched by the dark waves, causing waves of pain, and the black fog became thinner and thinner.

Due to the protection of the sacred fire pillar, he could only use his spirit to resist, but his spirit could not withstand the opponent's precious bow.

A dull sound of thunder was heard in the air. At some point, a lightning net covering an area of ​​ten feet was already hanging in the sky, and it suddenly covered Taoist Qingji.

The palm-leaf fan was aimed at the sky and fanned hard!
However, the net was very strong. It was just swayed left and right by the strong wind, but it still fell down with amazing resilience.

“Hiss, hiss, hiss~”

The black and white light layer expanded and was broken through by the all-round dot matrix of the lightning net. The fog began to rise like water vapor. This move was no less powerful than magic.

Taoist Qingji was not in a hurry. Seeing that the banana fan could restrain the lightning chain but not the lightning net, he took out eight long and thin black needles in a blink of an eye.

It also rotated half a circle above his head, and the tip of the needle emitted a powerful suction force, drawing lightning from the lightning net and guiding it downward to be transferred and evacuated.

"Bang bang bang bang~"

The turbulent Nujiang River at the bottom of the canyon was splashed with water by the guided thunder, and rocks were rolling down from the mountain walls on both sides. This again surprised Lin Shan.

This kind of lightning rod magic weapon is too unconventional. The key is that it looks like a mid-grade magic weapon. Is Taoist Qingji so rich?

How many magic weapons are there in his storage ring?
For a general set of magic weapons, the number of magic bans for each small component is also regulated, and three magic bans are the minimum combination.

In other words, eight black lightning rods, with a total of twenty-four magical prohibitions, are genuine mid-grade magic weapons!

Ordinary Jindan stage cultivators would be thankful if they had a low-level magic weapon, as this would allow them to gain a firm foothold among cultivators of the same level.

Taoist Ke Qingji was born in Qianyun Pavilion, a weapon-refining sect.

Even though he is not a master of refining weapons and does not have the talent and ability to refine magic weapons, he still has abundant resources at his disposal because of his high realm and strong strength.

Not to mention that he has two senior and junior brothers who are at the level of weapon refining masters. Wouldn't it be easy for them to give him special training?
Seeing that both magical powers were broken, a shrill and low scream rang out.

"Mute~~"

The mysterious creature seemed angry!

"WTF?"

Taoist Qingji was also angry, and he simply turned around and pulled the empty strings around him.

The sound of bowstrings "bang bang bang" was endless, and the surrounding mountain walls and rocks could be seen collapsing with a "boom" and deep trenches appeared that were corroded by annihilation and nothingness.

Finally, there was movement in the front left, and a fat blue otter was revealed.

The beast was being hit indiscriminately in the midst of thunder escape at this time. It was dodging in a panic, and its two claws were rubbing the thunder ball and thunder rope, preparing to string them into a lightning chain to continue launching sneak attacks.

No one knew where he learned this sinister energy from, but unfortunately he ran into Taoist Qingji who was able to quickly clear a large area, and he was directly knocked out of the Thunder Escape state.

This was the first time that Lin Shan discovered that sometimes a person with great strength could interrupt an escape technique without the need to set up a magnetic formation in advance!
Taoist Qingji drew his bow and arrow, but this time he didn't shoot at Lin Shan or the evil spirit, but at Lei Otter.

This beast had a good sense of danger and immediately and decisively gave up the thunder ball and thunder rope in its weaving hands. It spat out a thigh bone from its mouth and smashed the light arrow with one blow without any effort.

Taoist Qingji was shocked!

Even with one strike of his own magical weapon, he wasn't able to instantly kill the guy who attacked him by surprise?

Lin Shan knew that Lei Otter had a family heirloom, a beast bone that had been refined during the Nascent Soul stage. Its power was no less than that of his own totem pillar. It was more than enough to protect itself, so he didn't have to worry about its safety at all.

They immediately started fighting against Taoist Qingji in a three-on-one battle, but Taoist Qingji managed to hold his own against three. The leader of Qingyang Peak on the other side also fought against three, and he was firmly in the upper hand!
At this time, light blades were constantly condensing around him and whistling in all directions. There were also three magic weapons flying around him. He was fighting back and forth with General Xiong, the great elder of Zhenyue Sect, and the master of Xuchan Cave.

Among them, General Xiong was the absolute main force, bearing nearly 70% of the pressure alone. The two brothers beside him were injured and did not dare to use too much force. Moreover, this time they came to the forbidden area of ​​the cliff to take a risk, and they did not bring the most important guys with them, so they could only stay on the sides and play auxiliary.

Although General Xiong is the strongest among the monsters of the same level, his methods are too single and all his strength is focused on physical training. Facing the local tyrants among the human race's weapon-making sects, the endless stream of methods he uses is enough to make him run around in a hurry.

General Bear was furious. He originally thought that this trip was just to accompany Lin Shan for a walk and relax.

No matter how powerful the enemies of a kid in the early stage of the Golden Core are, won’t he be like a chicken in his hands and explode with a single pinch?
As a result, he met a ruthless man like the Lord of Qingyang Peak. Not to mention he could defeat him, even though he had a mountain-splitting sword handed down from his ancestors that weighed more than ten thousand pounds, he could not break through and was cut all over by the light blade.

Some places were beaten so many times that even a person with a strong body would inevitably be torn into pieces, and light silver blood would slowly seep out.

The master of Qingyang Peak noticed this detail, and his pupils shrank slightly, but he didn't show any expression and continued to steadily suppress his opponent.

These two battlefields are in full swing, and the third one is gradually becoming clearer with the passage of time.

The three-hole demon general took the initiative, led his troops to attack from three sides, and moved flexibly on the demon cloud.

At first, the deacons and disciples were able to rely on the firepower of the fleet to repel the enemy, but after rushing forward for a while, they were only about ten miles ahead of the Qingyang Peak Master and Taoist Qingji, and they could no longer move forward.

"Uncle Wu, we don't have enough spirit stones."

A disciple came to report that the spirit stone reserves of each warship had run out. Looking at the endless canyon in the distance, let alone escaping, even maintaining firepower has become a problem.

Deacon Wu felt a chill in his heart. He walked to the deck and watched the roar of the fleet's artillery fire. The rune cannons' holes gradually turned red in temperature. Because the spirit stones could not keep up, they were gradually frozen by the cooling inscriptions and turned back to black.

The demon generals outside were very patient in leading their troops. They were familiar with the terrain here and knew that this canyon was very narrow and long. It would not be easy for these people to escape. There would always be loopholes for them to find on the road, so there was no need to rush.

Everyone on Qingyang Peak was in a panic. They were all in the Foundation Establishment Stage and the Qi Refining Stage. The reason they were able to dominate the battlefield in the past was because of the power of rune magic weapons. But without spirit stones as an energy source, they would be like a lion cub with its teeth pulled out. How could they compete with a group of tigers and wolves?

Relying on external things will never last long, and only your own strength is the guarantee!
All the spiritual stone reserves that Qingyang Peak brought out in the past had been used up during all these years of wandering, and now they were finally out of ammunition and food when facing the last hurdle!
Feeling that the fleet's artillery fire was becoming sparse, the attack frequency intervals were getting longer and longer, and the charge speed was getting slower and slower.

The three-hole demon general seized the opportunity, expanded his body and roared wildly. The demon soldiers below quickly changed their formation. The military soul above his head changed its defensive posture and directly merged into the demon general's body, turning into a stream of light and killing towards the fleet.

Deacon Wu and others shouted in horror.

"Block!"

"Bang!~"

Three huge claws slapped down, and the fleet's light curtain shook violently three times, tilting and twisting. The disciples on each ship were thrown all over the place, and their eyes were full of stars.

The three demon generals trembled slightly and were not surprised to be shaken away.

They discovered the strength of this group of humans and found out that they were at the end of their strength.

They turned their heads, stretched their shoulders, and moved forward together again!
Three fists as big as houses came directly at him, and a strong evil aura with a pungent fishy smell passed through.

The deacons tried their best to activate the spirit gathering arrays on each ship, trying to strengthen the defensive light curtain, but the efficiency of the spirit gathering array was far less simple and crude than directly replenishing the spirit stones, and the blessing efficiency was far lower than before.

They could only watch helplessly as the three monsters came at them mercilessly, breaking through the outer layer with ease and creating three holes as big as city gates!

"Puff puff puff!"

The warships were blown up in mid-air, their planks and timbers shattered everywhere, and none of the deacons and disciples on board survived, as they were instantly corroded by the evil spirit and turned into piles of bones.

Three gray demonic clouds rolled in from the rear, carrying seven demon soldiers and horses into the battlefield, surrounding the entire fleet, and there was an immediate sound of shouting and killing.

The commotion here immediately attracted the attention of the Qingyang Peak Master and Taoist Qingji, and they were both shocked!
Although the fleet had already run ten miles ahead, as a late Jindan cultivator, his eyesight could still barely see the general idea.

There was thick fog in the evil cloud, and three giant beasts, about seven or eight feet tall and with military spirits on their heads, were walking around in it, wantonly destroying the warships that were resisting stubbornly.

The demon soldiers gathered in groups, moving left and right in small teams, appearing and disappearing in the demon cloud, searching, capturing and killing the disciples and deacons who jumped off the boat to escape.

It's like a tiger among a flock of sheep!
The quality of the disciples of Qingyang Peak is among the best even in the human cultivation world, but they are ultimately from a weapon-refining sect, and their group combat methods are equivalent to those of artillery troops.

Relying on the fire suppression tactics of warships and artillery, once the barrier and tactical leap are lost, and the monsters come to the front in close combat, how can they resist?
While the demon tribe emphasizes individual combat power, they form groups of three or teams of five. They have been practicing physical training and hand-to-hand combat since childhood, and now they break in and kill with great pleasure.

The screams were endless, blood and flesh were splattered, and the sampans were flying everywhere, even drowning out the sound of the surging river below.

Covered by three evil clouds, there is no chance for anyone to escape. They are trapped inside and no one can get help from them.

How could the Qingyang Peak Master sit still like this?

Like General Xiong, he also underestimated each other at the beginning.

He thought that these monsters were just a mob, how could they possibly be a match for the elites of his own sect?

My junior fellow apprentice and I tied down the enemy's main combat force, let the fleet escape from the canyon first and then catch up and break out. This was the established strategy.

But they were completely in the dark and knew nothing about the forbidden area on the cliff. Who could have expected that these were the Demon King's direct guards, who were as elite as them, and whose combat experience was far ahead of theirs.

In addition, the spiritual stone reserves were exhausted, and they were caught up and stopped before they could run far, and it was only natural that they fell into the purgatory of slaughter.

The master of Qingyang Peak was extremely anxious. If all the disciples and deacons died, what was the point of him returning to Qianyun Pavilion alone?
Qingyang Peak is a top-level Taoist sect, a legacy left behind by the founder himself!

I originally strived for perfection. No matter whether it was the space turbulence or Xiao Yizhou, I never left anyone behind and led everyone step by step to where they are today.

As a result, they suffered heavy losses due to Lei Fengzi's obstruction. If they could not be saved, the entire army would be wiped out. How could he be worthy of his fellow junior brothers and sisters who had sacrificed before, and how could he be worthy of his ancestors?
He recalled that when his natal magic weapon broke through Xiaoyizhou, all the chess pieces were scattered out and exploded as exchange pieces. The chess souls inside were now nowhere to rest and were still being nurtured. If they were moved rashly, they would most likely all be destroyed.

But in front of the lives of all the disciples in the peak, the life-saving magic weapon is relatively insignificant!
"rise!"

The master of Qingyang Peak had no choice but to sacrifice the half-broken chessboard.

(End of this chapter)