C423 Fighting Against a Trapped Beast
C423 Fighting Against a Trapped Beast
"It was obtained from the Myriad Spirit Palace. As for the name, it has not been mentioned yet!" Warriors normally would give their Spiritual Soul a name, but Chen Yu never did so. He was still a little nervous and said: "Elder Qi, now you believe that Elder Yi is greedy for this Spiritual Soul, right?"
"I don't believe it!" Qi Zhihuang glanced at Chen Yu, and said indifferently: "It is only a vicious sword spirit, and it is also incomplete. It is not worth mentioning that Yi Liansheng is a life, but in any case, it is still a Profound Dark Stage, so I am not sure if I would covet a mere incomplete Spiritual Soul like you. Furthermore, what you have said is but a one-sided statement! "
Looking at the expressionless Qi Zhihuang, Chen Yu couldn't figure out what Qi Zhihuang was really thinking.
Those who were able to cultivate to the Profound Dark Stage were all old fellows. Their thoughts were complicated and profound; even if Chen Yu merged with Bloodfire Emperor's memories from the previous thirty years, he still wouldn't be able to see through them.
Chen Yu shrugged and said: "My Spiritual Soul came from the Myriad Spirit Palace, there is naturally evidence to investigate. If Elder Qi doesn't believe what this junior has to say, then this junior has no other choice. Now, can you release the seal on my Spiritual Soul? "
"Release? Why did you let go of it? "Qi Zhihuang had a weird look on his face as he said:" Chen Yu, this Spiritual Soul is your biggest reliance. If what you have said is true, this Spiritual Soul is the main culprit behind the killing of Elder Yi, and it cannot be casually let go! "
Chen Yu was stunned for a moment, and immediately became angry: "Elder Qi, you are lying to me, saying so much, just so that you can trick me into handing over the Spiritual Soul. You are a stately Ruling Spirit Sect Elder, don't you think that you have lost your identity? "
"You don't know your place?" Qi Zhihuang said, "Brat, do you think that Yi's continuous death is a small matter? The fall of the last Profound Dark Stage Elder had to be traced back to twenty years ago. No matter how you killed Yi Lian, this matter had to be thoroughly investigated. This old man is only curious about how Yi Yi died in his life, and that's why I'm giving you a chance to explain. No matter what kind of explanation you give, it is not important if I believe you or not. What is important is whether the senior executives of the sect can believe you or not! "
Pausing for a moment, Qi Zhihuang's body flashed as he grabbed towards Chen Yu's shoulder and said: "Stop talking nonsense. Be more honest and don't suffer too much!"
However, just as Qi Zhihuang was about to move, Chen Yu straightened his back and threw out a punch.
Aung
Five dragon roars that seemed to come from ancient times sounded out. Just as Chen Yu raised his fist, a vast and majestic aura rose from his body. It looked down upon the world with disdain.
Howling Dragon Fist, five roars.
It had been a long time since Chen Yu had fought this Supernatural Power Level Fist Technique to the limit. This time, he had finally unleashed this Fist Art.
Once the blazing astral energy at the peak of the ninth level of Heavenly Astral Stage was released, the Astral Qi Rude Dragon that appeared, carried an intense fire attribute. Its strength was enormous to the extreme.
What was even more strange was that within the aura, there was an extremely dense, fire-like strange blood-colored aura spreading out. It was like a river of blood, bringing with it a domineering burning intent.
The way Qi Zhihuang grabbed at Chen Yu was extremely casual. Chen Yu was, after all, only had the strength of the ninth level of Heavenly Astral Stage, and was not worth mentioning in his eyes, especially after he had controlled Chen Yu's weird and ferocious Spiritual Soul.
In truth, Qi Zhihuang had never placed Chen Yu in his eyes from the beginning till the end. Just as he had said, the reason he said all this to Chen Yu was because he was curious about the cause of Elder Yi's death.
After Chen Yu's explanation, Qi Zhihuang had a bit of concern for Chen Yu's Broken Sword, especially after he almost failed to catch the Broken Sword, he had already believed Chen Yu's explanation, so he decided to seal the Spiritual Soul. Otherwise, with his identity as a dignified late stage Profound Dark Stage expert, he wouldn't be acting in such a manner.
However, he did not expect that Chen Yu would actually dare to take action. Furthermore, the aura that exploded out from this action was so strong that even his late stage Profound Dark Stage cultivation felt suppressed and palpitations in his heart.
Besides, Chen Yu's attack was timely and timely. Qi Zhihuang had approached Chen Yu's side and was slapping down towards Chen Yu's shoulder blade.
"You!" Qi Zhihuang was furious. He was still controlling the Spiritual Dipper with one hand, while the other was attacking Chen Yu. Chen Yu's sudden attack caught him off guard.
It was because Chen Yu's cultivation was too low in his eyes. Furthermore, his previous performance was quite cooperative, he did not expect Chen Yu to actually dare to use his Heavenly Astral Stage to fight against a strong Profound Dark Stage practitioner.
Suddenly, Qi Zhihuang had an idea. A berserk imposing aura was released, and the Profound Dark Divine Will was released to form a field that enveloped him, suppressing all external objects that entered the field.
As a Profound Dark Stage Ranker, Qi Zhihuang could clearly feel the terrifying power of Chen Yu's punch in an instant. Under his rich fighting experience, his body flickered and immediately retreated, slapping towards Chen Yu's shoulder with his palm. An inexplicable true intent for martial arts appeared, as if he was fiddling with the clouds in the sky, free and easy.
Even though the red Spiritual Dipper moved under Qi Zhihuang's control, and was extremely pure and refined, it contained an unfathomable amount of wondrous intents.
Cloud Flashing Hand, a first grade divine ability of the Principal Peak Clan. It was extremely elegant and free when used, and was the most natural and unrestrained of them all.
The moment the true meaning of Cloud's Fist appeared, a hint of joy flashed across Chen Yu's bright eyes.
This art could be said to be powerful, but in Chen Yu's eyes, it was not the right time to do so.
With a face as dark as water, the Astral Qi Rude Dragon with all its blood flames immediately exploded upon impact. The blood flame surged and pierced through Qi Zhihuang's Spiritual Dipper, while Chen Yu's fist from the Primordial Desolate Dragon landed straight on Qi Zhihuang's palm.
PENG
A muffled sound rang out and Chen Yu felt a kind of suppression that went straight into his mind. This suppression made him want to give up resisting, but he clenched his teeth and focused all his attention on this punch.
Facing the domain released by a Profound Dark Stage practitioner, ordinary Heavenly Astral Stage practitioners could not even muster up any fighting spirit. Chen Yu relied on his will and the trace of overbearing evil intent contained within the blood flame, combined with the powerful fist intent of the Howling Dragon Fist, to forcefully break through the suppression of the divine intent.
The inopportune moment had fully shown the elegance of the Cloud Feathered Hands. This technique was very elegant and had the effect of knocking out a thousand pounds, but after this close combat was broken, the power of the technique was broken.
Qi Zhihuang retreated very fast, but he was still hit by Chen Yu's palm. In the sound of the hit, Qi Zhihuang only felt pain on his wrist. A force beyond his knowledge broke his wrist and his palm flew back, hitting his chest.
Qi Zhihuang's expression changed slightly. He had no choice but to retract his other hand and block in front of him.
Peng! Another muffled sound rang out. Qi Zhihuang, who hurriedly blocked the attack, flew out from the blood-red light with an ugly expression. The divine intent enveloping him had disappeared like smoke into thin air. His figure looked quite miserable.
As he retreated, a black sword shadow flashed by, tearing through the spirit light barrier as it flew towards Chen Yu. Qi Zhihuang had no choice but to withdraw both of his hands to block Chen Yu's terrifyingly strong fist. Finally, he was unable to seal the Broken Sword.
Qi Zhihuang's speed was extremely fast. In an instant, he had retreated more than a hundred meters, his figure leaving only an afterimage in the air.
There was a miserable groan as a human figure fell down from the edge of this building. It was the pitiful Wen Congann who was thrown to the edge of the roof by Qi Zhihuang earlier. Now that he was hit by this collision, he did not know if he would be injured if he fell along with the roof tiles.
After knocking Qi Zhihuang back with one punch, Chen Yu's body shook and turned around and ran under the cover of the blood flame.
This sneak attack was a success, but Chen Yu was not proud of it. What he had was the madness and decisiveness of a desperate situation.
In fact, he had been preparing this punch for a long time. Ever since Qi Zhihuang came over, he had been thinking about how he could escape and place his fate in the hands of others. It was never his style, even when facing against Profound Dark Stage experts that he was unable to contend against.
Since he couldn't escape Qi Zhihuang's Divine Sense Lock, Chen Yu decided to try and see if he could injure Qi Zhihuang, making it unable to lock onto him.
Using Wind Transformation Movement to its utmost limit, Chen Yu sprinted forward at his fastest speed in his entire life. With a twist in the air, he charged into an alley.
"Dammit! Junior, you dare to do this!" The next moment, Qi Zhihuang's angry roar resounded throughout the entire city. That strong God's Will was released once again, and it was spreading nonstop.
At the same time, Qi Zhihuang's intimidating aura quickly moved and chased after Chen Yu.
Blood was flowing from Chen Yu's body as he tried his best to run.
The streets of the bustling city were now empty. When Qi Zhihuang first arrived at the city, everyone in the city was trembling with fear. Under the pressure of the strong warriors, they didn't dare to leave the city without permission.
After passing through the alleyway, Chen Yu ran past a wall and rushed into the manor of a large mansion.
Within the residence, there were quite a few auras that fluctuated, and there were auras that were not weak. They had reached the level of Spirit Accumulation Stage, but no one dared to stop Chen Yu.
"If only there was a tunnel, then we can hide underground and avoid being chased by Profound Dark Stage Warriors!"
After passing through the mansion, Chen Yu urged his black Broken Sword to fly out and turned into a sword light, slashing behind Chen Yu.
After this slash, Chen Yu felt as if something had been cut apart.
At the same time, he retracted the blood flame and activated the Ice Fish Spiritual Soul s in his body.
The Ice Fish Spiritual Soul dispersed like mist and enveloped Chen Yu, causing the aura emitted from Chen Yu's body to suddenly become cold.
The Profound Dark Stage Ranker's telepathic thoughts perception was extremely sharp, but it couldn't be seen for himself. Taking advantage of the short period of time that it was out of Qi Zhihuang's line of sight, Chen Yu tried to change his own perception.
As for the effect, Chen Yu only hoped to stall for some time.
After passing through this house, Chen Yu continued to run madly.
After running for less than a hundred meters, Chen Yu suddenly felt something. He raised his head and looked at the empty air in front of him. He saw a ray of light that he was somewhat familiar with falling down diagonally, falling a hundred meters away.