Chapter 1242: Finally Seeing
ywhere else.What comforted him was that throughout his travels, the wanderer had hardly stopped. He always seemed to have a plan, and whenever he encountered seemingly impassable paths, he would alway...In Beichen Prefecture, Buddhism was not flourishing. There were only a few small, insignificant sects, mostly located in the desert.
However, the ancient battlefield of Gu Xian has unearthed many Buddhist relics. The Thousand Bodies and Ten Thousand Shadows Talisman from Shangyuan Qingjing Palace and the Stone Bridge Chan that Dongyang Bo took out before are all obtained this way.
Thousands of phantoms were shattered, and Gong Liangyu finally realized that this old fox had long since figured out his every move, calculating every step.
Suddenly, Gong Liangyu felt a strange sense of honor, absurd as it was. To be outmaneuvered by such a powerful ancestor like Yuan Ying...
Thousands of doppelgangers are his most powerful escape method.
The talisman was useless. Gong Liangyu knew in his heart that he was doomed today.
As expected, he was unwilling to die and tried other means, but before he could even make a move, Dongyang Bo had already prepared countermeasures.
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'Click!'
A defensive magic treasure was easily swatted away by Lord Dongyang, at which point Gong Liangyu had exhausted his tricks and was utterly desperate. He watched helplessly as the Diamond Pestle descended from above his head.
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Gong Liangyu only felt a powerful force binding him, his bones creaking and exploding with excruciating pain. His flesh and even the golden elixir within him were firmly imprisoned, unable to even self-destruct.
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"Whew!"
The Vajra Jewel blazed with brilliant white light, generating countless flames of radiance. It completely enveloped Gong Liangyu, instantly shattering his protective spiritual energy. There wasn't even a scream before he was reduced to ashes.
Dongyang Bo had been plotting for many years, harboring murderous intentions. He wouldn't hesitate or waste time. Once he made his move, it would be a devastating strike, leaving Gong Liangyu no chance to breathe.
As for the manipulation method of the Yuan Ying Fu Kui, he had already obtained it and there was no need to keep Gong Liang Yu alive.
Besides, when he took the boiling blood evil flower just now, he found that this place was a treacherous place with hidden dangers. It's best not to make too much noise.
Gong Liangyu died unjustly in a blood lake, and no one dared to investigate the slightest clue.
After taking the Yuan Ying Fu puppet, Shangyuan Qijing Palace will inevitably rely more on Shaohua Mountain. This is a kill two birds with one stone move.
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To sum it up, from Dong Yang Bo's appearance to the use of the restraining talisman puppet and the killing of Gong Liangyu, everything happened in a swift and seamless manner. Gong Liangyu's life ended in the blink of an eye.
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Gong Liangyu died, and the Yuan Ying Fu Kui lost its master. No one could control it, instinctively feeling that the opportunity for freedom had come. It went crazy and attacked the formation and jade bottle.
But it also lacked order, appearing fierce but mostly futile.
Dong Yang Bo's heart moved, he was just about to take back the Guang Yan and urge the Jin Gang Zhu to free the Yuan Ying Fu Kui puppet, when he suddenly had a bad premonition.
'Whoosh!'
A sword glow pierced through the blood mist, swift as lightning. Along the way, every blood shadow was cut to pieces by the sword glow, the momentum was astonishing, and it went straight for Dongyang Bo's heart.
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As the sword strike came, Dong Yang Bo immediately felt a sharp pain, his face contorted in shock. There was actually a third person here!
Moreover, the Lingjian's aura is extraordinary. This person is a Yuan Ying!
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He didn't have time to think, his body suddenly lunged forward. In a hurry, he summoned the Vajra Jewel back, and with a crisp sound, the Vajra Jewel shook violently, shooting out a jewel shadow with power equal to its own essence. It flashed and blocked the flying sword.
Once, Zui Yuan used a blood-red mulberry array to plot against others.
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Dong Yangbo had suffered losses from the Blood Ritual Divine Light before, learning a valuable lesson. From then on, whenever he used his natal magic treasure, he would leave some room for maneuver, no longer acting as recklessly and openly as before.
'Ding!'
A metallic clang resounded.
The reflection blocked the flying sword, and the treasure light contracted inward, trying to repeat its old trick, encircling the flying sword and taking it directly.
At the outset of the war, he used his Vajra Pestle to forcefully seize several magic treasures from the hands of the Sin Abyss cultivators, succeeding time and time again.
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Unexpectedly, he miscalculated this time. The Taohua Shadow only managed to barely enclose a section of the sword tip before it was unable to hold on any longer. The Taohua Shadow buzzed loudly, and cracks began to appear, showing signs of shattering.
Dongyang Bo was secretly startled. The Vajra Jewel had been meticulously refined by him for many years, and the magic treasure of the Netherworld Demon Lord might not be much stronger. The opponent's flying sword seemed to surpass the Vajra Jewel in terms of power, it was a top-grade magical treasure.
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‘Snoring…’
A blood mist howled, a figure closely following the sword light, rushing over. Under the mask, his eyes gleamed coldly, staring at the slightly embarrassed Dongyang Marquis. It was Qin Sang.
His face was ashen.
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Fearing that Dongyang Bo would discover him, he deliberately kept his distance.
He thought that Gong Liangyu, as the leader of a faction, would certainly not lack escape methods. Besides, with the Yuanying talisman puppet by his side, he could at least hold on for a few rounds under Dongyang Bo's hands, which would be enough time for him to arrive.
Who would have thought that Gong Liangyu, not being a match for Dongyang Bo in the first instance, would become a ghost of the underworld in the blink of an eye.
Qin Sang also didn't expect that Dongyang Bo's true purpose wasn't the treasure in Xihe, it was actually aiming for Gong Liangyu and Yuan Ying Fu Kui.
As a mighty Yuan Ying mid-stage cultivator, he was scheming against a mere Qi Condensation Stage junior. Qin Sang didn't even have a chance to intervene.
The speed of the Demon Banner Formation was too slow. Yilei Shu required chanting a spell, so Qin Sang decided on the spot, disregarding his identity being exposed, and used the fastest weapon he had, the Ebony Sword, to stab towards Dongyang Bo.
Even if he couldn't save Gong Liangyu, he couldn't just stand by and watch Dong Yang Bo take away Fu Kui.
Qin Sang hid his identity, not out of fear of Dongyang Bo, but to wait until he was strong enough and fully prepared. He wanted to strike unexpectedly and achieve a decisive victory.
It's time to come clean.
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Qin Sang didn't understand the dangers of the talisman puppet, he only knew that it absolutely couldn't fall into the hands of Dong Yang Bo. Otherwise, even with help, he wouldn't stand a chance against him.
He was always decisive and killed with his sword.
Dongyang Bo, having been on the battlefield for a long time, reacted quickly. He not only blocked the sneak attack of the flying sword but also unknowingly avoided repeating past mistakes.
"It's you!"
“Is it you”
Upon seeing Qin Sang, Dong Yangbo's expression shifted rapidly, but he uttered two identical exclamations of surprise.
The first sound was one of surprise as they saw the Phoenix wings behind Qin Sang, amazed that their visitor was the recently famous Moonlit Demon King.
After Qin Sang married Ying, she always wore a mask when she went out, and the phoenix wings were the most obvious sign.
Dongyang Bo had heard too many rumors about the Moonlit Demon King. He slew a nascent infant soul, ventured into the Abyssal Ruins and fought against Old Devil Ye, yet managed to retreat unharmed. Even this time's Blood Lake expedition was due to information he brought back.
Both domains are delighted to have such a powerful ally on their side.
But some have also expressed concern that the emergence of this rising star among the demon race could be a sign of their resurgence, and that in the future they might even surpass humanity.
However, the matter of the Abyss was urgent, and the demon race's foundation was insufficient. It wasn't something that could be decided by one or two individuals, so there was no further mention of it.
The second sound, however, revealed the ebony sword.
He had also pondered over the 《Yuan Shen Yang Jian Zhang》, but later felt that the cultivation method was incomplete. Even if he could barely cultivate it to completion, there wouldn't be much future for him, so he didn't pay too much attention to it, but the impression of this cultivation method was very deep.
Over the years, only two people have achieved mastery in this skill.
One was a former disciple who refined the Golden Spirit Sword. He was very stubborn and refused to change his cultivation method, going his own way. He had decided that he would never reach the Nascent Soul stage.
The other was a pawn who had once escaped his calculations, and it was they who had forged the Wooden Walking Sword. They had cultivated to the Golden Core stage many years ago and were now appearing before him again.
Though the ebony sword is no longer what it once was, it is still enough to prove the visitor's identity! Half a year passed in the blink of an eye, but there was no progress at all.It was on the verge of going insane, howling at the moon and stars every night, as if questioning the heavens. Qin Sang was...