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He was sent flying backward, the peach wood sword slipped from his hand and embedded itself deeply in the wall.
"A mere trick." The Taoist flicked his finger, and the skull on the bronze ring suddenly opened its jaws, spewing out foul-smelling poisonous smoke.
Wei Changxuan spun around and swung his sword, an arc of lightning cleaving the poisonous smoke in two.
But when the smoke landed, it turned into centipedes crawling all over the ground, the dense sound of their claws sending chills down one's spine.
Ye Dingzhi's ancient bronze token emitted a dragon's roar, and the runes shone brightly, colliding in the air with the silver light in the Taoist's eyes, exploding into dazzling sparks.
The entire hall shook violently, and the demon-subduing sword in the hand of the Zhenwu statue clattered to the ground, sending up clouds of dust...
The burning golden talisman on Zhao Yujia's peach wood sword illuminated the entire hall, and the booming sound of the Heavenly Thunder Technique caused the dust accumulated on the beams to fall in a flurry.
The golden light, carrying the force of thunder, was like a dragon emerging from the sea, heading straight for the Taoist with double pupils between the eyebrows, but suddenly stopped three inches away from him.
The Taoist priest slightly raised his pale fingers, and the dark purple lightning wrapped around his fingertips shot out like living things, weaving into an electric net in the air.
The golden light struck the power grid, producing a crisp sound like shattering glass, and disintegrated into sparks.
The thunder magic of Longhu Mountain? Unfortunately, it's not quite there yet.
The Taoist chuckled, and a jet-black talisman flew out from his sleeve.
The talisman twisted and deformed in the air, transforming into a black snake with an eerie glow, its tongue flicking and releasing a nauseating stench.
The moment the black snake coiled around the peach wood sword, the blade was covered with spiderweb-like cracks, and with a crisp snap, the centuries-old magical artifact broke in two.
Zhao Yujia felt a chilling aura surge into his meridians along the broken sword.
He was struck as if by lightning, groaning as he staggered back several steps, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth onto the blue bricks, where it was instantly absorbed by the eerie runes.
Yin Luoxia gritted her teeth, unfolded her folding fan like a peacock spreading its tail, and suddenly scarlet sap seeped from the ink bamboo on the fan surface.
Nine illusory figures rose from the fan, transforming into nine white dragons covered in scales, baring their fangs and claws as they pounced on the Taoist.
However, the double-pupiled Taoist's eyes shone brightly. Ancient divination symbols appeared in the pitch-black pupil of his left eye, while the silver light in his right eye revealed the trajectory of the illusory image.
Asking for flowers
He flicked his finger like a sword, and a black beam of light formed from yin energy shot out, accurately hitting the location where Yin Luoxia was hiding.
*Thud!* Yin Luoxia stumbled and fell out of the shadows, her clothes on her chest charred black by the yin energy.
She struggled to stand firm, but felt the true energy in her dantian dissipate like a tide, and a metallic taste rose in her throat.
Nine illusory figures roared in resentment behind her, then turned into wisps of green smoke and dissipated into the air.
The Taoist priest slowly stepped forward, the skull on the bronze ring emitting a strange, gurgling laugh with each step.
The runes on the ground glowed with an eerie purple light beneath his feet, as if cheering for this one-sided crushing victory.
As Ye Dingzhi's black robes fluttered in the wind, the moment the bronze ancient token left his hand, the air inside the hall emitted a piercing shriek.
A blue light, carrying ancient runes, tore through the void, and the sound of swords rang out so loudly that it hurt everyone's eardrums. Even the black iron stone slabs under the statue's feet cracked and showed spiderweb patterns.
However, the Double-Pupiled Taoist merely raised an eyebrow slightly, and his right eye suddenly shone like a bronze mirror, revealing ancient sealing incantations amidst the flowing starlight...
Chapter 335 Everyone was shocked by Wei Changxuan's strength!
The azure light abruptly stopped three inches from the Taoist's nose. The ancient bronze token seemed to have crashed into an invisible barrier, trembling violently and emitting an unwilling buzzing sound.
The next moment, the rune light went out completely, and the ancient token fell to the ground with a clang, leaving a dent about an inch deep on the blue brick.
"You are too weak." The Taoist shook his head and sighed, the bronze rings in his sleeve clanging together with a teeth-grinding sound.
The runes on the ground glowed with an eerie purple light as he walked. If this was all there was to it, then let it remain here forever.
Wei Changxuan leaned against the broken stone pillar, his slender fingers slowly and methodically entwining the tassel of the Thunder Tribulation Wooden Sword.
Moonlight streamed through the collapsed coffered ceiling, casting a long shadow on him.
Mu Nanzhi chuckled and lightly tapped his shoulder with her jade finger: You just love to see others suffer first?
The nine-section whip at the girl's waist moved automatically without wind, and the copper bells made a soft tinkling sound.
What's the rush? Wei Changxuan yawned lazily, the sword tassel twirling gracefully between his fingers.
Let them test the waters first, so I don't go too far and scare the Taoist priest.
His voice was casual and nonchalant, yet it could be clearly heard in the silent hall, startling Zhao Yujia so much that he almost dropped the broken peach wood sword.
The double-pupiled Taoist's eyes flashed with silver light, and killing intent surged deep within the darkness of his left eye:
Young man, you're quite composed. Do you perhaps think you can defeat me?
Before the words were finished, a sudden gust of wind swept through the hall, extinguishing all the candles.
Where Wei Changxuan had originally stood, only a blur remained, with a faint smell of burning lingering in the air—the aura left behind when the Thunder Tribulation Wooden Sword pierced through the void.
"Why don't you try and see?" A cheerful voice boomed in the Taoist's ears.
A cold light flashed, and the Thunder Tribulation Wooden Sword was already pressed against the Taoist's throat three inches away, like a venomous snake.
The lightning crackling on the sword reflected in those calm, still eyes, and the sword tassel gently brushed against the Taoist's trembling Adam's apple.
The Taoist with double pupils suddenly contracted his pupils, and he could even feel the burning heat of the sword tip on the skin of his neck.
He suddenly retreated, and the black talismans in his sleeves, like a flock of crows released from their cages, intertwined in the air to form a pitch-black barrier.
The moment the talismans collided, a deafening roar erupted, and the entire hall shook violently. The broken sword in the hand of the Zhenwu statue once again let out a mournful cry.
The black talismans flung out by the Double-Eyed Taoist intertwined in the air to form an impenetrable barrier.
The flowing runes exuded a suffocating sense of oppression, as if they had swallowed up all the light in the entire hall.
Wei Changxuan seemed oblivious, a nonchalant smile curving his lips as the Thunder Tribulation Wood Sword traced a silver arc in his hand.
In an instant, the sword burst forth with a dazzling lightning bolt, as if divine thunder from the heavens were pouring down.
Boom! The moment the lightning collided with the black rune, a deafening roar erupted.
The entire hall trembled violently, tiles fell off one after another, and the black iron stone slab at the foot of the Zhenwu statue cracked with spider web-like patterns.
The black talisman barrier shattered inch by inch amidst the lightning arcs, turning into wisps of green smoke that dissipated into the air.
The Taoist with double pupils was sent flying backward by the powerful lightning force, crashing into the wall with a muffled thud and kicking up a cloud of dust.
The Taoist priest struggled to his feet, and finally, shock appeared in his eyes:
Your...your strength...
His gray robe was tattered, and his hair hung down in disarray; he was a far cry from his arrogant demeanor just moments before.
Wei Changxuan flicked the lightning dancing on his sword, the metallic clanging sound crisp and pleasant:
What? Surprised?
He leaned against the Thunder Tribulation Wooden Sword, his posture languid, yet he resembled a ferocious beast poised to pounce, his aura terrifyingly powerful.
Chapter 336 Cooperation!
At this moment, the Double-Pupiled Taoist's face was ferocious, and as he gritted his teeth, both of his pupils simultaneously emitted a dazzling light.
His left eye was as black as ink, and the black light transformed into chains that gleamed with a cold metallic luster, hurtling towards Wei Changxuan with a shrill whistling sound that tore through the air.
His right eye shimmered with silver light, which condensed into countless sharp blades of light that intertwined in the air to form a web of death.
Wei Changxuan chuckled, and the Thunder Tribulation Wooden Sword hummed as it plunged into the ground.
In an instant, the ground trembled violently, and a bolt of purple lightning, like a dragon breaking free of its cocoon, shot straight into the sky.
Wherever the lightning passed, space seemed to be distorted.
Break! With a low shout, purple lightning roared as it charged toward the black chains and silver blades.
The black light chains shattered inch by inch under the impact of the thunder dragon, letting out a resentful roar;
The silver blade was swallowed whole by the Thunder Dragon, bursting forth with dazzling light.
The Taoist with double pupils let out a muffled groan and flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily to the ground.
He struggled to get up, but spat out a mouthful of blood, staining his gray robe red.
"You...you're stronger than me?!" The Taoist looked at Wei Changxuan with disbelief in his eyes.
He never imagined that this seemingly nonchalant young man would possess such terrifying strength.
Wei Changxuan slowly drew the Thunder Tribulation Wood Sword, and the lightning on the sword gradually subsided.
He yawned lazily:
Now, can you give us a clue?
His voice carried an undeniable sense of pressure.
The Taoist remained silent for a long time before finally taking out a fragment of bronze from his robes with a wry smile.
The fragment is engraved with half of the Xuanwu totem, and there are dark red marks on the edges, it is unclear whether they are rust or bloodstains.
He tossed it casually, and the bronze fragment arced through the air, landing at Wei Changxuan's feet: "You're ruthless..."
Wei Changxuan's fingertips had just touched the cold surface of the bronze fragment when...
A series of clicking sounds, like gears meshing, suddenly came from outside Zhenwu Temple. The sound was deep and rhythmic, as if a giant beast was slowly awakening in the darkness.
Mu Nanzhi's earrings swayed slightly, and her slender fingers unconsciously pressed against the medicine pouch at her waist: Someone is coming.
Her voice was soft, yet it instantly tightened the previously relaxed atmosphere in the hall.
Following the sound, everyone looked and saw Zhuge Yun leading Yan Feifei and Tang Xuejian slowly stepping into the dilapidated gate.
Moonlight streamed through the collapsed eaves, casting long shadows on the three people.
Zhuge Yun, dressed in a black mechanical mechanic's outfit, held a bronze compass in his hand, its surface engraved with star trails and trigrams.
The hands are spinning wildly, making a teeth-grinding scraping sound.
With a crisp click, the pointer finally pointed steadily at the fragment in Wei Changxuan's hand.
The bas-relief of the Black Tortoise at the center of the compass emitted a faint blue light.
37 Brother Wei, it seems we're thinking the same thing.
Zhuge Yun pushed up his mechanical glasses, which were embedded with miniature lenses, on the bridge of his nose. The lenses reflected fragments of cold light.
The secret of Zhenwu Temple was indeed hidden in the most dangerous place. His smile was gentle and warm, yet it sent chills down one's spine.
Yan Feifei flicked the silver ribbon in her hair, the tassels brushing against the ground with a rustling sound.