20demayo Chapter 18 The Ancestral King Makes a Move
Chapter 18 The Ancestral King Makes a Move
"It's over. A living Ancestral King, who in this world can rival him?" Ye Fan was completely bewildered.
Their cultivation here over the past month has caused quite a stir, and the Ancestral King has finally been alerted.
Ancient beings are not recognized and cannot approach the Wushi Dao Platform, where the many Medicine Kings are beyond their reach.
Currently, the two junior cultivators, Hua Yunfei and Ye Fan, have collected several plants, each of which is four hundred years old.
When an opportunity is presented to him, how could an ancestral king with little lifespan remain idle?
Therefore, the two were attacked the moment they stepped out of the Wushi Daotai.
The only saving grace was that the opponent had underestimated the Devouring Demon Jar's ability to revive on its own, preventing them from succeeding in their attack.
"Hand over the Medicine King, and you'll be spared!"
The ancestral king spoke coldly, his eyes quite frightening.
Hua Yunfei sneered and retreated with Ye Fan to the platform again: "You old codger, what are you pretending to be? If you have the guts, come and try to kill us."
With the Boundless Dao Platform behind him, the Boundless Killing Array protecting this place, and the Devouring Demon Jar and the Emperor Jade on his person, he felt fearless.
There was even a hint of anticipation that this ancestral king might rashly activate the killing formation here in a fit of rage.
That way, we might be able to turn the tables and kill them.
He launched another attack: "You spineless wretch, how dare you act so arrogantly here? Be careful, or I'll grind you to dust!"
The ancestral king, who possessed twenty-four pairs of wings, was too old, with very few feathers remaining on his body.
The other party remained calm and composed, staring coldly at them without being provoked. Instead, they walked around the edge of the imperial formation, trying to find a flaw in it.
"Isn't he almost dead? Can we kill him by activating the Devouring Demon Jar?"
Ye Fan secretly transmitted his voice, staring intently at the Ancestral King with a solemn expression.
Hua Yunfei shook his head: "All those below the level of a sage are mere ants. A single drop of a sage's blood can kill a powerful being."
"Our cultivation level is too low to unleash the true power of the imperial weapon, let alone when a saint is prepared."
Hua Yunfei was also at a loss. Asking him, a cultivator at the Fourth Extreme Realm, to fight a Saint with the Devouring Demon Jar was like asking a three-year-old child to fight a burly man with a knife.
Ye Fan is only at the other shore realm, so there's no way to count on him.
Ye Fan frowned: "Then aren't we going to be trapped here and die? What if a few more Ancestral Kings come?"
He had heard Hua Yunfei say that there were at least several ancient ancestral kings in Zishan.
Just as the two were frowning in worry, an unexpected event occurred!
In the distance, where the Ancestral King was searching for a weakness in the Boundless Killing Array, a cluster of array patterns lit up and instantly covered it.
"Who is it?"
The Primordial Ancestor King was furious. He hadn't even noticed anything amiss before he was trapped within a array of runes.
What reassured him somewhat was that the formation was rather hasty, intended only to trap him for a short time, posing no great threat to him, and not set up to take his life.
"What's going on... he seems to be trapped."
Ye Fan was stunned, not understanding what was going on.
Hua Yunfei, however, had a sudden flash of inspiration and remembered something.
If we're talking about whose territory this Purple Mountain is, then besides the Great Emperor Wushi, it's naturally that damned dog.
The creature that made the move in secret must be the Black Emperor.
"Don't miss this opportunity, let's go!"
Hua Yunfei gave a low shout and led Ye Fan in another direction.
"I never imagined that the treasure I've coveted for so many years would be snatched away by a mere brat..."
In the darkness, a creature hidden in the shadows stared at the Devouring Demon Jar with deep sorrow, yearning for it for many years yet unable to possess it.
The ancestral king, who was not far away, kept attacking within the formation, but could only watch helplessly as the two left.
A loud roar came, and the ancestral king roared continuously in the formation.
"Oh no, he's awakening other ancient creatures in Purple Mountain..."
Hua Yunfei said in a deep voice.
Ye Fan immediately panicked: "What do we do? Are we really going to die here?"
"Hmph, killing us isn't that easy. We'll get someone to wipe him out!"
As Hua Yunfei spoke, he rushed off in a certain direction.
At the same time, roars came from all directions, alarming the ancient creatures within Purple Mountain, who then chased after Hua Yunfei and his group.
Holding the Devouring Demon Jar, Hua Yunfei and his companions blasted away several waves of low-level ancient creatures before arriving at the territory where the Holy Maiden Yang Yi of Yaochi was located.
Looking at the woman sealed within the divine source, Ye Fan was instantly paralyzed.
"Brother Yunfei, isn't now a good time to save them?"
Hua Yunfei didn't have time to pay attention to Ye Fan, but instead quickly surveyed the area.
Ten thousand years ago, the Holy Maiden of Yaochi Holy Land risked her life to enter the perilous Purple Mountain alone for the sake of Zhang Lin, the fifth generation Source Master.
The fifth-generation patriarch, Zhang Lin, was cursed and became a red-haired vengeful ghost, but he did not forget Yang Yi.
After she encountered danger, they sealed her into the divine source, preserving a sliver of hope for her survival.
Their relationship was incredibly strong, and they were willing to give everything for each other without reservation.
The ground around the Divine Source was littered with the corpses of ancient creatures, and a stone was inscribed with the words "Those who trespass will die." There was no doubt that this was Zhang Lin's handiwork.
In retrospect, it was fortunate that they didn't run into Zhang Lin before entering Zishan.
At this time, Zhang Lin had been a red-haired vengeful ghost for ten thousand years, and his cultivation of Origin Techniques had already reached its peak. Even a Saint-level Ancestral King would be killed without hesitation.
Zhang Lin is probably sleeping somewhere in Zishan now.
Hua Yunfei said with a solemn expression, "Be careful, I'm going to lure Zhang Lin out. Follow me and don't fall behind."
Ye Fan's heart tightened: "What are you going to do?"
"boom!"
Hua Yunfei stepped forward, grabbed the huge Divine Source Block, hoisted it onto his shoulder, and rushed toward the main hall where Wushizhong was.
Almost the instant Hua Yunfei touched the Divine Source Block, a terrifying roar resounded from the depths of Purple Mountain, causing the two men's blood to surge.
A chilling, bone-chilling killing intent surged forth like a tidal wave.
"Holy crap... Hua Yunfei, are you insane! You want to die fast enough? Now you've attracted another super-sized one..."
Ye Fan followed behind Hua Yunfei, cursing and running for his life with all his might, using the Tianxuan Step technique.
Behind them, a tall figure came chasing like lightning, incredibly fast, appearing almost instantly in front of them.
His entire body was covered in half-foot-long red hair, even his face.
Like a terrifying demon, exuding murderous intent, it was about to approach the two of them.
Hua Yunfei's expression changed; he had underestimated how terrifying Zhang Lin was.
"Buzz!"
The Devouring Demon Jar trembled, and a beam of dark light carrying supreme divine power swept towards the red-haired creature. Zhang Lin dodged it immediately and was not hit by the dark light.
The ultimate divine power erupted, finally making it wary and preventing it from rushing forward rashly.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Hua Yunfei and his companion finally managed to hide in the main hall where Wushizhong was located.
"Phew..." Ye Fan let out a long breath. He had just walked through the gates of hell.
Without the deterrent power of the imperial weapon, the two of them would have been certain death.
The Yuan Master Zhang Lin, who has lived for ten thousand years, is incredibly imposing.
"roar……"
A furious roar rang out, and Zhang Lin, covered in red hair, flashed a bloodthirsty glint in his scarlet eyes.
He stared intently at the divine source in Hua Yunfei's book, appearing restless and ready to burst into the main hall at any moment.
One figure after another appeared from all directions, and the ancient creatures also arrived, surrounding the area.
However, they seemed to know how terrifying Zhang Lin was, and dared not approach him.
"This... with the red-haired vengeful ghost in front and the ancient ancestral king behind, we are really going to die here today."
Ye Fan looked bitter, as if the sky had fallen.