Chapter 297 Sixth-Level Corpse Blade, Thunder Prison Reappears

"Shahemen is going to be finished!"

Huang Cun from the Blood Wolf Gang said this.

The black apostate also looked solemn:

"What do you think, Fellow Daoist Huang? We and the other four sects exist here. Will Ao Wei take action against my two sects after dealing with the Shahe Sect?"

"This is inevitable, but with Ao Wei's power alone, even if he has the method of refining corpses, as long as you and I help each other, we may not be unable to maintain the status quo."

"However, the Shahe Sect ended in such a ridiculous way, which is really of no use to our two sects. Does Fellow Daoist Huang have any ideas for action?"

The latter thought for a moment:

"Let's take a look at the actions of the five-color Taoist. If the other party is also a weakling, then I will do other things later."

"Can!"

Wei Zhong saw Ao Wei getting closer and closer, walking out of Lingshan:

"Fellow Daoist Ao, why are my two fellow apprentices from the Shahe Sect captured?"

The other party snorted:

"Stop pretending here, let me ask you, did my junior sister kill for you that day?"

"Fellow Taoist, it's really a misunderstanding. How could I end up in such a crime when I went back to my clan to visit my relatives in such a good way? Is it possible that fellow Taoist Ao was bewitched by others?"

"Hmph, if you don't want to admit it, then I'll beat you into admitting it."

The tyranny and arrogance in his words made Wei Zhong sigh.

Ao Wei pointed a finger in his hand, and the Danque Refined Corpse behind him flew out, pointing directly at Wei Zhong.

The wings flew through like sharp knives, cutting Wei Zhong's body into two halves.

A faint voice sounded:

"A poor Taoist just wants to find a place to practice well, so why do fellow Taoists have to deal with each other so hard."

Wei Zhong's figure disappeared, and what remained here was just an afterimage.

When Danque was on alert, a big hand suddenly stretched out from the air and grabbed it.

The latter struggled hard, but Wei Zhong's hands were like iron pliers, tightly imprisoning him, unable to move. Even if the corpse-refining body, which was comparable to a fifth-level magic weapon, hit Wei Zhong's body, it would only leave bursts of gold. The sound of iron clashing.

Wei Zhong stretched out his other hand and severely folded the wings of the bird. The sound of bones and muscles breaking and tearing sounded at the same time.

He struck again and again, but in an instant, the Danque completely lost its ability to move in Wei Zhong's hands.

This behavior of treating the fifth-level refined corpse like a plaything immediately aroused Ao Wei's vigilance:

"Body refining monk?"

With a weak spiritual constitution, it is absolutely impossible for him to resist such a corpse-refining thing head-on.

Only body-refining cultivators with strong bodies and no fear of corpse energy erosion can perform such an understatement.

Huang Cun and Hei Bei, who had just come to watch, were also shocked when they saw this scene.

"This person's name is Five Colors Taoist. I thought he was a spiritual cultivator practicing the Five Elements Spiritual Technique, but I didn't expect that he was actually a body-refining monk."

Wei Zhong looked at Ao Wei helplessly:

"Fellow Taoist, please let go of Jiang Daoyou and Bao Daoyou. Let's forget the past and leave. I promise that they will not offend your sect from now on. The Shahemen station occupied by Taoist friends will also be completely owned by Taoist friends."

"Humph, let's forget about it. Do you think you can completely control me?"

After all, Ao Wei was a monk in the late stage of becoming a god, and one of the monks with extraordinary strength who had mastered the method of refining corpses. Naturally, he had more than one corpse in his hands.

With a wave of his sleeves, three refined corpses were immediately released, each of them much more powerful than the headless corpse in Wei Zhong's hand.

"Refining corpses at the late stage of the third level and the fifth level? It seems that you, a monk, are so cruel that you have actually refined so many of your fellow god-formers into spirit corpses. Five Colors, I must eradicate this scourge of yours on behalf of Tian Xingdao today."

Wei Zhong's body was wrapped in thunder and disappeared. The five spirit hoops in his hand disappeared in a flash, and Ao Wei suddenly realized that his spiritual power was blocked and could not be mobilized, and he was shocked.

"What means?"

When he mentioned the cyan light mask, he discarded Jiang Changyu and Bao Xinzheng, and turned the mask into spiritual clothes and draped them around their bodies.

Wei Zhong's palm left only a half-foot-deep depression on it, but other than that, he failed to achieve anything.

"What a hard turtle shell!"

Avoiding the refining corpse that was returning to defense, Wei Zhong dissipated again, took the Shahemen brothers into his hands, and returned them to Lingshan.

Bao Xinzheng lived for the rest of his life, but despair and fear still remained on his face.

Jiang Changyu looked moved. He had known that he was no match for Wei Zhong, but he was still surprised after seeing this physical training method and reminded:

"Fellow Taoist Five Colors, be careful. Ao Wei's methods are weird. Don't let his consciousness and magic power be tainted by that corpse refining."

"Thank you Daoyou Jiang for the reminder."

Both of them looked green and black, obviously they had been seriously injured, and they had lost all ability to fight in a short period of time.

Rushing into the air again, the three Danque Refined Corpses were already surrounding them.

Wei Zhong waved his right sleeve, and the invisible flying sword hit the first head.

The sound of "clang" sounded, and a sword could only slightly block his figure.

This corpse-refining body is actually stronger than the fifth-level flying sword.

The second refined corpse had arrived. Wei Zhong shouted, and ten flying swords appeared in his arms, directly piercing the refined corpse.

Wei Zhong took the initiative to move closer and slapped it on the ground with one palm.

He chased after him, grabbed a dragon claw flying sword, and broke open the chest of the elixir, revealing a gray corpse elixir.

He raised his hand to take it off when suddenly he heard a low voice in the distance:

"burst!"

Ao Wei did not hesitate to destroy a late-level fifth-level refined corpse, but also took this opportunity to seriously injure Wei Zhong.

A violent explosion sounded from then on, and the corpse energy swept away, covering the sky and the sun. Everyone within ten miles was enveloped by the self-exploding fifth-level corpse energy.

The spiritual plants turned into dead things, and the spiritual materials were also invaded by corpse energy and dimmed by the divine light.

In this small place like Shahemen, the degree of corpse Qi erosion is even more severe than that in Guangji City.

Looking at the area that was obscured by corpse energy and unable to be seen by spiritual consciousness, the two brothers Jiang Changyu looked pale:

"Ao Wei is so cruel that he would give up on such a corpse refining. I wonder what happened to fellow Taoist Five Colors?"

Each of these refined corpses is no less than an ordinary late-stage god-forming monk. They can be said to be the finest among fifth-level refined corpses. With a little refinement, they might even be able to transform into sixth-level refined corpses.

It would be treated as a treasure given to any transformed god, but Ao Wei exploded at will.

"Huh, at such a close distance, I don't believe you can still survive."

Ao Wei pointed, and the headless corpse immediately appeared above the exploded corpse aura, its wings spread out, and like a ventilator, it absorbed all the corpse aura below.

The broken parts of the body continued to recover, and the bones and muscles grew again under the influence of corpse energy. In just two breaths, they were restored to their original state.

The corpse energy below gradually became thinner and thinner, barely visible to the naked eye.

Suddenly, a big hand wrapped in silver lightning stretched out from the corpse aura and grabbed the Danque's corpse-refining foot.

"Friends of Five Colors!"

Wei Zhong emerged from the corpse aura and muttered: "What a disgusting aura."

As he spoke, he had already risen to the same height as the elixir. His hands were wrapped in lightning and turned into iron pincers, directly tearing the refined corpse into pieces, revealing the gray corpse elixir inside.

Holding it in his hand, Ao Wei never gave Ao Wei another chance to self-destruct.

Wei Zhong squeezed hard, and the thunder light gathered in his hand, as if a white sun emerged.

The dazzling thunder light made everyone squint their eyes. When the light disappeared, Wei Zhong raised his left hand lightly, and found that it was empty, with no trace of the Corpse Pill.

Ao Wei, who was in the distance, received this blow, and his face turned pale as his mind was involved.

Waving his arms, the only two remaining corpses attacked Wei Zhong and left.

Wei Zhong's divine thunder of breaking the sky bloomed without reservation, and the thunder light was splashing. The two refined corpses were unable to get close at all, and could only be knocked away by Wei Zhong continuously, and then they continued to fight one after another.

Seeing that the clumsy corpse refining was no longer a threat to Wei Zhong.

Ao Wei murmured in his mouth, and took out a black sword. There was a hollow pattern on the blade, which was shaped like a sparrow, but was only the size of a palm.

The blade floated in the air, the fingers in his hand flashed, and the green spiritual clothes on his body retracted, from about a foot to half a person's height, then condensed to the size of a palm, and finally gathered into a solid Danque shape, the size of which was exactly the same as that The hollows on the broadsword match.

The two merged into one, and a tremor of spiritual energy spread out, sweeping for miles.

Wei Zhong slapped the refined corpse away with his palm. Seeing this scene, his eyes became solemn:

"Sixth level magic weapon?"

This formation is actually integrated with the sword, and when combined into one, it becomes a sixth-level magic weapon.

Hearing Ao Wei scream, the spiritual power in his body was continuously injected into it, and the big sword was forced to move by him, and he slashed vertically towards Wei Zhong.

A layer of black sword light attacked Wei Zhong.

Wei Zhong's eyebrows suddenly hurt, and he felt an extreme threat.

He slapped away the corpse beside him with two palms, wrapped himself in lightning, and was two miles away in the blink of an eye.

But moving such a distance laterally did not reduce the threat in Wei Zhong's heart at all.

"Locked me?"

The black sword light in front of Wei Zhong's eyes was getting closer and closer. He raised his hand and called out, and ten dragon-claw flying swords came forward to greet him.

At the same time, the sound of thunder and drums sounded in the belly, and Tianyinhou had completed his savings and was ready to go.

The ten fifth-level dragon-claw flying knives were bounced away without any doubt, and the black sword light remained unabated and directly collided with Wei Zhong.

There was a roaring sound, and it was unclear whether it was the collision of gold and iron or the rolling sound of thunder.

With the collision point as the center of the sphere, the aftermath radiated outwards for tens of miles. Everything nearby was completely destroyed by the impact of spiritual energy and corpse energy, and those farther away were also contaminated by corpse energy and turned into a dead end.

The Lingshan Mountain where Wei Zhong lived before was destroyed by the aftermath. Most of the mountaintop was destroyed. During this time, the spiritual veins were darkened and black corpse aura rose.

Jiang Changyu, who finally gathered some spiritual power, took Bao Xinzheng away from the explosion.

Looking at the scene in front of me, I felt like crying.

Currently, more than half of the territory controlled by the Shahe Sect was destroyed by this blow, and an unknown number of disciples died in the aftermath of the explosion.

There were also wailing sounds nearby, like sharp knives cutting into his heart.

"It's over, it's over, it's over!"

Shahemen suffered this attack, and most of its disciples were killed or injured. It is a reality that it has been in decline since then. The remaining disciples alone are simply not enough to maintain the Shahe Sect's fortunes.

The decrease in the number of disciples has put the once stagnant Shahe Sect at risk of annihilation.

Not to mention secret fights with several nearby sects, even daily competitions are enough to suppress the Shahe Sect.

"The inheritance of our ancestors will be completely destroyed by my hands!"

Jiang Changyu cried out in pain and looked so sad that Bao Xinzheng beside him also looked gloomy and sad.

Only the two of them could understand the pain in their hearts, but Huang Cun and Hei Bei, who were watching from the air, had their eyes fixed on the core of the explosion.

"With such a powerful offensive and wrapped in corpse energy, it's impossible for this five-color Taoist friend to survive even if he has three heads and six arms, right?"

The two asked themselves that even if they were in the same situation as Wei Zhong, there was absolutely no chance of survival.

Turning to look at Ao Wei, who was a little exhausted from the attack, the two looked at each other, as if they were a little moved.

"Fellow Taoist Blackback, this person is powerful and a threat. If we don't get rid of him, you and I will never have peace in this place."

Before, there were just a few words to refine the corpse, and the two of them could resist it together, but after the sixth-level magic weapon appeared, it was different.

"No, how do you know if Ao Wei is exhausted? If he still has a knife left for you and me, is it the Taoist friend who will block it for me?"

Huang Cun sighed quietly:

"In this case, my Blood Wolf Gang will move back to Yansha Pass one day and not take advantage of Shahemen. Although it will be more uncomfortable to stay here, it is better than losing one's life here."

Hei Bei fell into deep thought after hearing this.

Both of them have their own fifth-level spiritual lands, but these spiritual lands have flaws, large and small, and are not very suitable for the cultivation of gods.

The two saw that Shahemen was weak, so they came here to see if they could occupy one-third of an acre.

Now that we see a powerful enemy, our wishes will most likely fail, so it is better to return to the spiritual land to save our lives.

The sound transmission and thinking were completed in an instant, and before the aftermath of the battle had dissipated, Ao Wei heard a chuckle:

"Not a bad idea."

It was the sound of Wei Zhong, and Ao Wei's relaxed expression tightened again, and he looked around for traces of Wei Zhong.

Suddenly a big umbrella opened high above his head.

The surrounding Lingshan scenery suddenly flashed and turned into gold and silver.

A crackling sound came from it, and it turned out to be a barrier made entirely of thunder and lightning.

"Pretend to be a ghost!"

Ao Wei drew his sword and slashed. This attack was not as difficult as before, and the power was also much lower.

The sword light slashed towards the treasure umbrella in the air, but it only hit a ball of bubbles, penetrated through it, and was then wrapped up and annihilated by the thunder.

"Haha, fellow Taoist, please don't waste your efforts and have a taste of my hell of thunder and fire."

The sound of words rang out from Ao Wei's ears, causing the latter's hair to stand on end and he slashed behind him.

This slash only hit a gold and silver thunder ball, which exploded and staggered the latter's figure.

Hearing the sound again, it was before his eyes.

He swung his sword and slashed again, but still failed.

Wei Zhong seemed to be moving around him like a ghost. No matter how he tried to explore, he could not find any trace of Wei Zhong.

It had only been seven years since he had obtained the "Five Elements Building the Tao Sutra", and Wei Zhong was not very familiar with the methods involved. However, after all, this grenade technique was more convenient and powerful.

As soon as the colorful golden bamboo umbrella unfolded, Wei Zhong's escape technique completely transformed into the invisible thunder escape technique. The figure is so weird and unpredictable that even Xue Che, who is the avatar of the Mahayana God, cannot catch it and can only break through the barrier with brutal attacks.

How could Ao Wei have the ability to attack Wei Zhong himself?

Black flames rose from the ground, thunder roared overhead, and the scene of thunder, thunder, and fire unfolded again.