C428 A Spectral Cultivator Is to be Killed
C428 A Spectral Cultivator Is to be Killed
The power of slaughter that was just about to condense into a physical form spiraled together, not willing to fall for a long time. The bloody rain and foul wind hesitated for a moment, as if they were afraid of this young man in the middle of the battle.
"Black Panther, have you told me this before? The blood essence of a phoenix can dispel all evils?" Yang Xuan said in a low voice. The wooden sword in his hand began to burn with raging flames. The moment the blood rain touched the flames, it instantly turned into a wisp of smoke.
"Yes, that's right... However, blood essence was still blood essence after all. If one wanted to break through this formation... The consumption will be huge, and your life might be in danger..." In his heart domain, the Black Panther sat cross-legged on the ground, looking at the situation outside. He slowly furrowed his brows.
Although the phoenix blood essence was very effective in breaking this formation, the greater the power of this formation, the more price it would have to pay. It was very likely that this drop of blood essence would cost Yang Xuan half of his life's cultivation base as the price.
"Hehehe." Yang Xuan gently laughed. He gently waved the wooden sword in his hand and said, "It has already become like this. Don't tell me there are other paths to take?"
If he did not break the formation, he would die. If he used the blood essence of the phoenix, he might die. He might as well take a gamble.
The Black Panther was extremely intelligent. It quickly figured out the crux of the matter. It nodded its head and said, "Then let's take a gamble. The Great Dao will develop 49 out of 50 days. Perhaps this is a chance to live."
The wooden sword in Yang Xuan's hand slowly stopped. The tip of the sword was pointed at the sky. He murmured, "But before that, we still need to solve a problem..."
This was bad! He had been discovered!
The scholar in midair was shocked. At that moment, for some reason, he felt like he was being stared at by a bloodthirsty beast.
"Brother scholar, why don't we retreat first? When the power of slaughter descends, that kid will die even without us attacking." The wine lady pulled the scholar's sleeve. She felt extremely uneasy and had an extremely ominous premonition.
The Elementary Scholar's eyes that had woken up had an additional trace of anger. He immediately took out a Flying Snake Iron Brush and flipped it a few times in his hand.
"This kid has already fallen into a desperate situation, and he still dares to be so arrogant. Don't you want to teach him a lesson? Does he really think that the Shadow Pavilion has no one else?" Killing intent flashed in the Elementary Scholar's eyes, and he immediately rushed towards Yang Xuan.
Ever since he received the order from Elder Ghost Eye, he had been filled with curiosity towards this young man. He had no idea who this young man was that could make Elder Ghost Eye so cautious, and even bestow a killing formation to deal with him.
However, it was also because of this that the Elementary Scholar's fighting spirit was ignited, and he had to fight Yang Xuan.
Yang Xuan had already noticed his arrival in the Heavenly Eye, and he immediately let out a cold laugh.
He patted the hilt of the sword in his hand, and a fiery red stream of light flew towards the scholar.
The wooden sword was as fast as lightning, and in an instant, it had already arrived in front of the scholar. With three soft sounds, it pierced the scholar's head, chest, and abdomen three times. The scholar only felt a white light flash in front of him, and the iron pen in his hand subconsciously blocked it.
After blocking this move, the Elementary Scholar looked again. Yang Xuan had already stepped on a big black eagle, and appeared twenty feet away from him. Black and white Qi lingered on his fists, and he seemed to be ready for battle.
"You are the assassin sent by the Shadow Pavilion, right? It seems like this is all that you have, and you are no different from that scholar." Yang Xuan said in a low voice. He was completely relaxed, as if he was facing a harmless mortal.
This kid actually dares to look down on me? The scholar was furious.
"I am the Fifth Tycoon Elementary Scholar under Elder Ghost Eye, the 36 Heavenly Stars of the Shadow Pavilion, Di Mo Xing!" The Elementary Scholar roared furiously. The iron pen in his hand trembled slightly and produced a whimpering sound. Then, he took the initiative to attack Yang Xuan.
"36 Heavenly Stars... I still have seventy-two Disha Qis!" Yang Xuan sneered and threw a punch at the scholar's iron brush. The sound of the void shattering could be heard without end.
Clang! Clang!
Yang Xuan's fist made of flesh and blood collided with the iron brush in the blink of an eye, producing a metal clanging sound. The scholar was shocked when he heard it.
Could this kid's body be made of iron? Why was the strength of his fists so shocking? It was completely no different from an ordinary spiritual treasure!
No, he would definitely be at a disadvantage if he were to fight him head on. It seemed like he could only use other methods.
The Elementary Scholar's face sank. He quickly withdrew his iron brush and retreated several feet. Immediately after, his entire body erupted with a burst of intense black gas.
Yang Xuan recognized this familiar formation in an instant. He narrowed his eyes and said, "You are indeed a spectral cultivator. I assume that the Shadow Pavilion is the same as you."
The scholar curled the corner of his mouth and said with a cold smile, "Kid, you can ask the Yama King about this matter after you die!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the black Qi on the Elementary Scholar's body had already gathered together and turned into a huge ghost face in the blink of an eye.
The most obvious sign of a spectral cultivator had appeared. Yang Xuan had already confirmed his identity, and he was even more ruthless in his attacks. His two fists began to be covered with a layer of seemingly gentle Li Yan.
"Brat, go to hell!" The Elementary Scholar shouted. The ghost face in front of him rushed forward like a fierce wind, blowing Yang Xuan's robe.
"You bunch of cultivators don't know the difference between life and death!" Yang Xuan gritted his teeth and responded. Then, he threw out a punch, instantly shattering the ghost face. The Elementary Scholar was stunned.
How could this be? This was the purebred ghost energy given to him by the Ghost Eye Elder. Ordinary people wouldn't even be able to touch it before their minds were corroded. How could they be dispersed by the fist?
This was simply the biggest joke in the world!
The Elementary Scholar did not give up and gathered another wave of black gas to form a ghost face. He charged at Yang Xuan again.
This time, Yang Xuan did not wait on the spot. When he punched, Little Black rushed out from under his feet and scattered the ghost face in front of the Elementary Scholar.
Puchi!
The Elementary Scholar widened his eyes and looked at his chest, unwilling to give up. Yang Xuan's fist had already pierced through his chest. Immediately following that, a crazy pain spread out, making him sob and unable to speak.
"You..."
"There is a law in the Great Wei. A spectral cultivator should be punished."
Yang Xuan's eyes were emotionless. He slowly pulled out his fist. The blood on his fist was devoured by Li Yan in the blink of an eye.
To a spectral cultivator, Yang Xuan's phoenix blood essence was the most restrained, let alone Li Yan. A tiny bit of it would be a fatal disaster.
The Elementary Scholar's figure began to disperse, turning into wisps of black smoke that drifted in the air. On the other side, a petite figure dashed out and hugged the Elementary Scholar, crying bitterly.
"Elementary Scholar! You can't die!"
This person was precisely the alcoholic.
Between them. At the same time, a black aura arose from her body, instantly enveloping the Elementary Scholar within. Then, the two of them transformed into a streak of light and flew out of the formation.
At the same time, the two figures that had been hiding outside the formation finally moved.