Chapter 288

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After the caravan stopped in front of the boulder, a few peak Qi cultivators who were escorting the car sent out divine power talismans and pushed the boulder forward.

This giant rock weighs 40,000 to 50,000 catties, and Wu Yi and others also pushed it down from a height.

What's more, it was still stuck between the stone walls on both sides of the canyon.

Several cultivators at the peak of Qi practice pushed for a long time, but the boulder did not move.

Casting spells to attack boulders only knocked out some stone slag.

In this way, it is estimated that it will take ten days and a half months to smash the boulder.

A car friar ran to a car in the middle and said a few words to the carriage.

Soon, a third-floor cultivator came out of the carriage.

He came to the boulder and pushed it a few times, but the boulder remained motionless.

Let everyone back, then throw out flying swords and slash at the boulder.

His flying sword had just hit the boulder, and three sword beams flew from the west side of the canyon.

The cultivator didn't have time to retract his long sword, and immediately cast a defensive spell.

Unfortunately, his speed is too slow, the spell has not yet been cast, and the three sword beams have arrived.

His whole body was chopped into four sections by three sword beams, and the ground was dyed red.

His flying sword slashed onto the boulder, which was not too hard for the base-building cultivator, and was cut with a one-foot-deep sword mark.

The dead flying sword also lost control, stuck on the boulder, and the qi cultivator was frightened and ran all the way.

The three foundation-building cultivators brought by Wu Yi laughed and showed their stature, and one of them said with a smile, "These supplies belong to us."

An old voice came from the second carriage: "A few hairy boys, it's too simple to think."

Before he finished speaking, a long sword flew out of the carriage.

The three also used the flying sword to block the blow.

At this time, two more flying swords flew out from the fourth and eighth carriages respectively, attacking the three blood shadows.

The three called Feijian back, and they didn't have time to defend, so they had to hide in embarrassment.

Among the caravans, three Foundation Establishment cultivators had already stepped out of the carriage. It was one Foundation Building on the seventh floor, one on the fifth floor, and one on the third floor.

The seventh-floor cultivator was an old man with white hair, the fifth-floor cultivator was middle-aged, and the third-floor cultivator was young.

Wang Daoyuan sensed the situation of his clone Wu Yi in a panoramic view, and was secretly frightened by the intelligence ability of Blood Shadow.

This caravan set out from Jinyan City, it should have been four or five days ago, and Xue Ying was able to get the accurate information ten days ago.

It seems that the side of Jinyan City has also been infiltrated into a sieve by the shadow of blood.

The white-haired old man of the Netherworld Sect said: "With the old man here, the three fellow Daoists will not want to take away this batch of supplies.

I don't need to hold you accountable for the person who killed me.

Or leave quickly, so as not to miss your own life. "

A cultivator of Blood Shadow smiled and said, "Old man, those who are sensible should leave quickly.

Run away now and leave a dog's life behind.

By the time we start, it will be too late for you to leave. "

The three of the Nether Sect took back the flying sword, and then sacrificed it again.

The three blood shadows also took out flying swords and confronted their opponents head-on.

This time, the fight was one-on-one. On the Nether Sect's side, the white-haired old man directly defeated the opponent, the middle-aged cultivator had the upper hand, and the third-layer foundation-building cultivator was only at the disadvantage, not completely defeated.

At this time, Wang Daoyuan completely took over the command of the clone.

He was a little speechless, the fighting power of these idiots is really scum.

The sixth floor of the foundation building is against the seventh floor of the foundation building. It is understandable that they can't beat it. Being crushed has several meanings.

Naturally, he would not take action now. When the three Blood Shadows were killed in battle, it would be best to fight to the death of one or two Netherworld cultivators before taking action.

In order to prevent the three of them from escaping directly, he transmitted his voice and said, "This seventh-level cultivator of the Nether Sect's Foundation Establishment is not ordinary in strength, and I am not sure of defeating him in a head-to-head fight.

If it drags on for a long time and the reinforcements from the Netherworld Sect arrive, we will all have to die.

If you want to take him down as soon as possible, you can only sneak attack.

You force out his flaws, and I will try to hit him hard. "

The three of them greeted the eighteenth generations of Wu Yi's ancestors in their hearts.

But now they have a hard time riding a tiger.

To run away is to run away from battle, and there is no doubt of death.

Their only hope is that Wu Yi's sneak attack succeeds.

The two besieged the white-haired old man, trying to force out his flaws, while the other held off the middle-aged and young monks.

The attack methods of the three blood shadows are too simple, only some spells with fast speed and strong concealment, but not enough power.

The sneak attack is alright, but facing the enemy, it can't exert much combat power at all.

After half a cup of tea, the blood shadow cultivator who held back the middle-aged and young people couldn't hold it at first, and was pierced back and forth by the flying sword several times, and he died.

The other two teamed up to fight the white-haired old man, and they could only have a slight upper hand, and it would be difficult to win after another hour.

Now the situation has become two-on-three, with the white-haired old man there, it is difficult for both of them to escape.

The two Netherworld cultivators who freed their hands were an opponent for the white-haired old man.

After a hundred breaths, the white-haired old man cast several spells in a row, inflicting heavy damage on his opponent.

Of the three blood shadows, only one is left intact.

Wang Daoyuan didn't dare to delay any longer. If both of them lost their combat effectiveness, Wu Yi, the clone, was not the main body, and he didn't have the ability to deal with three people.

At this time, the white-haired old man was chasing down the seriously injured Blood Shadow cultivator.

He manipulated the clone, used Wanjian Jue, and hit the middle-aged cultivator.

The avatar's strength is not enough, and even if it is successful, it is difficult to attack the white-haired old man with one hit.

It is better to cut off one of his fingers than to injure his ten fingers.

The young cultivator is too weak to kill him. The best target is the middle-aged cultivator.

Dozens of sword qi phantoms came, and the middle-aged cultivator used defensive spells to resist.

His spellcasting speed was fast enough, and he successfully performed the Golden Armor Technique, but in front of Wanjian Jue, it was still not enough to see.

The long sword phantom killed him, and the middle-aged cultivator's golden armor technique only blocked five long sword phantoms and was shattered.

The shadow of the long sword behind it directly chopped it into pieces.

The white-haired old man also dealt with the seriously injured Blood Shadow cultivator at this time, and when he saw his companion was killed, he was furious.

Now it is two to two, and the blood shadow side has the advantage.

Wang Daoyuan smiled and said: "Leave the third-layer foundation building to you, kill him as soon as possible, and let's work together to kill the seventh-layer foundation building.

After this is done, we will share this batch of materials equally. "

Hearing this, the blood shadow monk came to the spirit.

Although he was a member of the deputy hall master Xuan Diao, he was not from the Blood Shadow headquarters, but a local cultivator who was drawn by Xuan Diao.

Joining the blood shadow is just for the sake of eating and drinking. You can get benefits. Who can you mix with?

Naturally, Wang Daoyuan didn't want to let the last Blood Shadow cultivator live, and when dealing with the white-haired old man, he did not take the initiative to attack, but only used delay tactics to give him a chance to sneak attack on the Blood Shadow cultivator.

The blood shadow cultivator madly attacked the young cultivator. The young cultivator only had the third-layer foundation building, and was quickly beaten to the point of being unable to fight back.

The white-haired old man was in a hurry, only one Wu Yi could hold him back, and another one would kill him.

Condensed the phantom of the flaming lion, dragged Wu Yi, and rushed directly to the blood shadow cultivator.

Seeing this scene through the clone, Wang Daoyuan smiled.

The monks of the Nether Sect really know my heart.

He also did not stop the white-haired old man, smashed the shadow of the lion with one sword, and Yu Jian killed the young monk.

He rushed to the front of the young cultivator, urging the flying sword under his feet again and again, and shot out a few shadows of the long sword, killing the young cultivator.

On the other side, the white-haired old man also shot out a flame, burning the Blood Shadow cultivator into charcoal.

Wang Daoyuan is overjoyed, the task given by Chihu has been completed, and the next step is to clean up the white-haired old man.

The white-haired old man smiled and said, "Daoist friend is leaving now, how about the Netherworld Sect?"

Wu Yi smiled but didn't answer, and used Wanjian Jue again. For the sake of speed, he only condensed five long sword shadows.

The white-haired old man immediately controlled the long sword and shattered the shadow of the long sword.

Wu Yi seized this opportunity and used the Heaven Slaying Sword.

After six breaths, a phantom of a giant sword with a length of more than ten feet appeared and slashed towards the white-haired old man.

The white-haired old man is also an old fritter, and it can be seen that although this giant sword phantom is powerful, its speed is not enough.

Yu Jian avoided the direction of the giant sword's phantom attack, hid behind the boulder, and at the same time began to accumulate spiritual power, ready to cast powerful spells.

Wang Daoyuan manipulated the clone, instantly changing the direction of the giant sword phantom, and the speed suddenly accelerated.

The giant sword fell towards the boulder instantly, and the boulder and the white-haired old man were cut in half together.