Chapter 219: Huangquan Skull, the Power of Dan! (Continue to Add More!!!)

Under the intense mental shock, their consciousness seemed to have slightly escaped the control of the mind-controlling magic sound, but they did not wake up completely. Instead, they suddenly fought with red eyes.

No... it cannot be described as a fight.

Rather, I wiped your neck and you stabbed my heart. Without any resistance, we both died.

The mind-controlling magic sound was terrifying to those whose consciousness was far lower than his own. They were completely controlled like a puppet. He could only do this because of the difference in consciousness in the realm.

At the Jindan stage, this second-level secret method was not enough, unless he could deduce it to the third level.

Compared with the inheritance of the ancient Tianhun Sect, Wang Yu was actually more curious about the source of the inheritance of Master Yin Ya. Now was not the time to think about these things.

At that time, the sweeping battle ended.

Wang Yu quickly escaped and sucked all the living souls into the ghost crying flute, waiting for the magic weapon to transform all these materials into substantial soul-devouring Yin Ya.

After collecting all the storage bags and corpses, he whispered, "Evil Armor and magic weapons are all soul-eating, they are not enough~"

Speaking of this, he shifted his attention to the two battlefields of Jindan.

The battlefield of the third-level iron puppet and the Taiyin evil corpse, each of them was harder than the other, barely maintaining an equal state, slightly falling behind.

Qingyang was in a miserable state.

He had only formed the first level of Jindan, his life magic weapon had not been refined for a long time, and his life supernatural power had not been successfully engraved. He was also distracted by blocking the battlefield and controlling the iron puppet, and was almost suppressed.

The Confucian robe was tattered, his shoulder was hit with a blood hole, and he was eroded by the ghost energy of Huangquan. Half of his body was covered with frost, and he was not far from defeat.

The situation was urgent. Even if he joined, the chances of winning were not great.

The disadvantage must be reversed.

At this time, there was no need to think about keeping one or two trump cards to determine the outcome. First save Qingyang's life. The two had been through life and death many times and got along well.

It can be said that Qingyang is the person Wang Yu trusts the most during his time in Guiling City.

His mind moved.

The Taiyin evil corpse in the distance ignored the attack of the Jindan cultivator and turned to bow to another battlefield.

Yin corpse cast evil curse!

The Taiyin wheel turned, the zombies worshiped the moon, and the extremely terrifying corpse curse descended from the air. Just as it was about to take down Qingyang's Huangquan Guan Jindan in one fell swoop, his body froze.

The moon evil was approaching, and his spirit was weakened by 50%.

The compact offensive froze suddenly, and Qingyang, who had fought side by side with Wang Yu many times, immediately realized that the opportunity was rare, and gritted his teeth and spit out a mouthful of blood.

Using blood as a sacrifice, the natal magic weapon [Danguan Pen] released endless power, using the void as a painting, and actually tried to draw ink marks on the enemy.

He didn't have time to charge the ancestor's treasure, so he could only try to use his uncultivated natal magical power-[Shen Tu Zhi Shu]!

With a stroke of his pen, he tried to directly erase the connection between the target's head and body. This ability was truly amazing, worthy of being the inheritance of the ancient immortal dynasty.

However, the enemy was a Jindan cultivator from Huangquan Temple.

He had already received some of the true teachings of this overlord, and the third level of Jindan was not something Qingyang could shake. The ghost fog of Huangquan continued to pour out of his body.

He resisted all of Mo Hen's modifications and said angrily.

"You bastard cultivator! Today I will let you taste the real superior magical power!"

Suddenly, the sky and the earth were dark.

The dark clouds condensed by the three-tailed snow fox were covered by a larger vortex. The Jindan cultivator opened his hands, and the sky descended with white flames to cover him.

A dim skull that was a thousand meters high and shaped like a hill suddenly appeared in the air.

Wang Yu recognized this magical power.

—— [Huangquan Skull]!

One of the lower inheritances of the White Bone Demon God, and the power of the Dharma is a must-learn supernatural power for the God Transformation Venerable. Being in the dominant force, this person's route is similar to Wang Yu.

Even if it is not a true inheritance, after breaking through the Jindan, you can choose one of the various superior inheritances in the sect to practice, even if it is not the top one.

But it is enough to crush the casual cultivators and build a strong foundation.

This is much more powerful than the three-dan spitting flame. Both are the third level of Jindan, but the strength is a world apart. Wang Yu really recognized the gap in strength at this moment.

He and Qingyang killed three Jindan successively, including an old-generation cultivator like the Earth Puppet Old Demon, which gave him the illusion that Jindan cultivators are easy to deal with.

In fact, that was an illusion brought to him by casual cultivators and second-rate forces like the Earth Demon Valley.

An unknown Jindan in Huangquan Temple brought him such pressure.

"Qingyang, run!"

Things can't be done, Wang Yu no longer thinks about destroying all the enemies, but thinks about how to save his life.

"Run? Can you run?!!"

The monk laughed wildly and perversely. Under his control, Huangquan's skull spewed out white bone devil flames. He was seriously injured and tried to attack. Qingyang still had the strength to resist.

Just when he was desperate and even thought about whether he had chosen the wrong way, Wang Yu's third-level melee puppet suddenly appeared and threw Qingyang away.

In addition to being stunned, he also understood Wang Yu's thoughts.

He fled into the distance without saying a word, and his heart was deeply moved. The puppet was burned by the white bone devil flame and began to melt almost immediately.

As the saying goes, it is not painful to sell the father's land. The third-level melee puppet was not something Wang Yu painstakingly refined, and it was not as easy to control as the Taiyin evil corpse.

So he decisively activated the puppet's self-destruction ability.

Puppets are like this. Unlike monks with flesh and blood, they have the ability to self-destruct almost as a must. Under Wang Yu's drive, they rushed forward against the white bone devil flame.

When it approached Huang Quan's skull, it exploded with a loud bang.

The area of ​​ten miles was covered. Wang Yu, who had been prepared, had already used the power of the Taiyin Yangsha Coffin to suck the evil corpse back.

The three-tailed snow fox was smart and clever. Although it was only fighting guerrilla warfare on the edge, it was very close to Wang Yu. At this time, it hid in the spirit beast bag and the retreat was formed.

Wang Yu turned over and hid in the coffin, falling towards the thunder pit.

The second Jindan cultivator saw this and had no intention of stopping him. He picked up Qingyang's third-level iron puppet and quickly fled outside the explosion range.

He gained a lot from this battle, so there was no need to go in and withstand this wave of self-destruction.

Then.

The rumbling sound that could be heard in Guiling City suddenly sounded, and the earth was plowed layer by layer, and soon it was cut into the Mediterranean Sea, waiting for the white light and dust to dissipate.

A cough sounded in the middle.

The cultivator who cast the Huangquan Skull had blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, and was obviously seriously injured. The effect of the Yin Corpse Curse on his body had not yet been lifted, and he cast his eyes on his companions ten miles away.

He said in a hoarse voice and annoyed.

"Qi Sheng, I will go after Qingyang, and you go to the Thunder Pit to capture Wang Yu alive."

Qi Sheng, a Jindan, couldn't refuse at this time. Although the Thunder Pit was dangerous, it was still within the tolerance range for a Jindan like him who had graduated from Huangquan Temple.

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Compared with ordinary casual cultivators, he knew more about the inside story of this place.

The reason for capturing Wang Yu alive was because Wang Yu knew about Elder Ksitigarbha, and he really had to take him back to ask for clarification.

So he said along with the other party: "I know, you hurry up, there is too much noise here, and there are cities of the Nilingxue Sect all around. If you are caught..."

"No need for you to remind me, you might as well think about how to catch Wang Yu in this deep pit with complex terrain."

After that.

The Yellow Spring Ghost Mist swallowed him up, and his figure disappeared completely.

Qi Sheng patted the spirit beast bag on his waist, and a big bat with a pink pig nose appeared.

"Xiangluo bat, find the owner of this breath."

The breath he absorbed was not from Wang Yu, but from the Taiyin evil corpse.

As for spirit beasts like Xiangluo bats, their sense of smell is a thousand times that of canine spirit beasts. Even if they are thousands of miles apart, they can gradually catch up with the target, and their perception ability is a hundred times higher than that of ordinary bats.

Going deep into the thunder pit, you are not afraid of getting lost.

So with the help of this strange beast, Qi Sheng is not worried about not finding Wang Yu.

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Bottomless deep hole.

After Wang Yu jumped in, he avoided the aftermath of the puppet's self-explosion, and took the initiative to turn out the Taiyin Yangsha Coffin, opened the Frost Moon Wings and rushed down. After all, he was not out of danger yet.

When he rescued Qingyang, he had already thought about the next response.

No matter what the outcome of this battle is.

The Guiling City Lord's Mansion must be razed to the ground by the furious Huangquan Temple Jindan cultivators!

He was trapped by the formation, and he must find a way to get out.

The whole city will be alarmed by this noise. In the ruins of the central city, only Tianbao Pavilion is left. Whether Han Jia is willing or not, he has to notify the people of the Niling Blood Sect.

Besides, the two have a deep friendship.

As long as Han Jia sends someone to Yunling Prefecture City to report the situation, it will coincide with the time when Wang Yu sent the letter for the first time. Maybe even a Yuanying strongman can be attracted, and the crisis will be resolved by then.

Now is summer, the temperature is extremely high, and there are fewer thunderstorms. It is not the season for frequent thunderstorms in the thunder pit, and the environmental danger is relatively low.

In addition, he knew that the bottom of the Thunder Pit was a maze environment formed by countless caves, which was suitable for hiding, so he took the initiative to jump down.

As long as he persisted for a few days, with the speed of the Nascent Soul cultivator, he would definitely be able to reach Guiling. If he only sent the Jindan cultivator... it would not be a problem for him to persist for half a month to several months.

In summary, the risk he faced was not great.

Since Wang Yu embarked on the path of cultivation, he has been fond of the art of hiding, and he is really good at hide-and-seek.

I don’t know how long it has been.

In the boundless darkness, only Wang Yu’s eyes lit up with a faint moonlight, as if affected by the abundant thunder energy here, the Taiyin pupil was suppressed to a certain extent, and he could only see the scene within a hundred meters around him.

As he continued to fall, he saw densely packed irregular caves, which should have been melted by thunder and lightning, which was really terrifying.

A breeze came from nowhere and blew into the cave.

It seemed that there were wronged souls screaming, adding a touch of gloomy and sneaky atmosphere to this place.

Finally.

Wang Yu was down to earth.

He quickly performed the invisibility spell + breathless spell, and at the same time, he used the illusion step to separate nine phantoms. The breath Wang Yu injected into the phantoms was more intense than usual.

He controlled them to flee in nine directions, and the main body used the spoils of these years to set up a set of concealment formations on the spot, and at the same time pasted various talismans to set up traps.

After completing all this, he left quickly.

This move allowed him to confirm whether someone was chasing him, and to identify whether the opponent's tracking skills were advanced. Although there was wind interference in the deep pit, it was generally quite quiet.