Qinglian Song was the most iconic high-level spell of the Qinglian Sect of the former Wei Kingdom.
Qinglian Sect specializes in wood attribute skills, but its magic school is extremely rare and specializes in the art of music, which left a deep impression on Zhang Yao.
But it has been sixty or seventy years since the Qinglian Sect was destroyed.
Zhang Yao really didn't expect that after so many years, he would encounter the remnants of the Qinglian Sect in the deserted area heading to Dali.
"what on earth is it?"
Thoughts flashed rapidly in his mind.
Judging by her age, Chen Qingju was only a teenager at most, or maybe even a few years old, when the Qinglian Sect was destroyed.
If she is really a remnant of the Qinglian Sect, living a wandering life in hiding, it would be a bit unbelievable that she could cultivate all the way to the perfection of Qi refining.
Not only that--
How could these leaders of the robbery cultivators who were far away on the border of Dali target the remnants of a foundation-building sect tens of thousands of miles away?
"...There must be some secret behind this."
"Moreover, Chen Qingju's information seems to be correct. There are indeed people behind these robbery cultivators who are doing some dirty work for others."
Thinking of this, Zhang Yao slightly accelerated his speed through the underground, rushing towards the sound of Qinglian's singing.
No matter what the secret was, there was no way that a foundation-building monk would show up here anyway, so he was still very confident about fishing in troubled waters.
Hundreds of miles away:
The three black-clad leaders of the robbery cultivators surrounded Chen Qingju and used magical weapons and spells to attack him continuously. Flames filled the sky and rolled down.
Looking closely, it was obvious that the magical weapons and spells of the three people came from the same lineage. The golden-red flames swept dozens of feet and evolved into hundreds or thousands of fire crows, converging into a flame tornado.
And in the very center of the flame tornado:
A layer of fine cyan air net protected Chen Qingju, and she withstood the siege of the leaders of the three great tribulation cultivators.
"...Four plucked purple lotus hearts, the emperor's son is seated in the golden palace, all dharma is purified, and Wuji returns to Taixu..."
Chen Qingju sang loudly and melodiously. There was a white jade flute and a burnt-tail guqin beside her, which matched her tunes and played a clear and beautiful sound.
Under the flow of mana, the power of Qinglian Song is fully activated, and the invisible sound waves are breathtaking, making the air faintly distorted.
Under the influence of Qingliange:
The leaders of the three great calamity cultivators were also shaky, and occasionally looked confused on their faces. It often took them two or three breaths to react, and the strength of the siege was greatly reduced as a result.
If he were alone, he would have died in Chen Qingju's hands long ago. It was the three of them who joined forces and cooperated exquisitely to make it difficult for Chen Qingju to escape.
On the surface, the two sides are evenly matched and in a temporary stalemate;
But in fact, with one against three, Chen Qingju was firmly at a disadvantage and had no ability to counterattack. If he stayed for a long time, he would lose.
Coupled with the passage of time, the robbery cultivators under the three men may also come to join together, and by then the matter will be over.
"damn it!"
Chen Qingju obviously understood the truth. She gritted her teeth and a ruthless look appeared in her eyes:
"You asked for this!"
She shook her sleeves and created a stream of light. The stream of light instantly expanded and exploded in mid-air, turning into an overwhelming forest-white brilliance.
The leaders of the three major tribulation cultivators were half a beat slower under the influence of Qingliange. They failed to avoid it in time and were suddenly froze when their upper bodies were illuminated by a forest-white light.
"Kaka..."
The bones and joints all over their bodies seemed to be locked up with rust, and the rotation of their magic power was extremely difficult, so that there were gaps that should not have appeared in the circle surrounded by the flame tornado.
Obviously, this forest white flowing light is another rare one-time secret treasure.
"Walk!"
Chen Qingju was overjoyed, and immediately seized the opportunity, harnessed the escaping light and fled crazily, breaking through the flame tornado in an instant.
This place is less than two hundred miles away from the territory of Dali. As long as she can be delayed a little and let her rush into the territory of Dali, these robbery cultivators will not dare to pursue her with great fanfare.
But just when she thought she had escaped:
"Buzz!"
A familiar black light surged forward, dragging her figure backwards.
That familiar and terrifying adsorption force caused her complexion to change drastically, and she turned her head to look back in despair.
A similar black disc was shining brightly in mid-air.
"Do you think you are the only one who has the secret treasure?"
After the three robbery cultivator leaders got rid of the suppression of the forest's white brilliance, they immediately launched a new round of siege on Chen Qingju.
This time, Chen Qingju had exhausted all her trump cards. Even with frequent tactics, it was still difficult to resist the siege of the three men. The fine cyan air net quickly dissipated under the continuous bombardment of the flame tornado.
Just half a quarter of an hour later:
"Ahem..."
Chen Qingju collapsed on the ground, her clothes were torn, she kept coughing up blood, and her face was as pale as paper.
"Phew...it's finally solved."
The three leaders of the Tribulation Cultivators all let out a sigh of relief and looked much more relaxed.
They gathered around her, and after cautiously testing her for a while, they blocked her magic power and removed her limbs and joints.
"Let's go, take him back first and then interrogate him properly."
The three of them were about to leave with Chen Qingju. They would first rendezvous with the large army and then return to their secret lair on the border of Dali.
And at the moment when the three of them set up the escape light:
"boom!"
There was a blue-purple brilliance rushing towards here, mixed with a thunderstorm-like roar.
Driven by Zhang Yao's powerful magic power, almost as soon as the sound reached the three people's ears, the thunder cone was already about to kill one of them.
"not good!"
The hair on the hair of the leader of the robbery cultivator who was attacked and killed stood on end for a moment, and his pupils suddenly shrank.
But between the lightning and flint, he had no time to avoid it, so he could only forcefully mobilize his magic power and try to intercept it with a top-level magic weapon.
"As long as we stop it for a moment, we can launch a counterattack!"
That was the last thought in his mind.
The next moment:
"Boom!"
The flying sword, the top-level magical weapon, was blasted away, whining and rolling seven or eight times in mid-air. However, the thunder cone remained unabated and blasted straight through the chest of the leader of the robbery cultivator.
A hole the size of a bowl was opened in his chest, the edges were scorched black, the breath was instantly cut off, and the corpse fell downwards.
"Senior Brother Chu!"
"Junior brother!"
The other two people's eyes were splitting. They never expected that in this situation, there would be someone lurking and sneaking up on them secretly.
What made them even more unimaginable was that 'Senior Brother Chu', who had perfected his Qi refining, could not even hold on for an instant and died as soon as they met him.
"die!"
Zhang Yao was unyielding when he gained the upper hand. With a thought and a flow of magic power, he turned around and killed again while the thunder cone roared.
Not only that, his magic power and flying sword merged into one, turning into a stream of cyan light and killing the remaining two people.
The thunder cone was the fastest, the blue-purple lightning roared, and the roar followed them like a shadow, putting tremendous pressure on the two of them.
"Block!"
The slightly younger leader of the robbery cultivator roared angrily, and together with his companions activated their magic weapons to resist.
They had just seen clearly that the power of this thunder awl was extremely powerful, far beyond the ordinary top-level magic weapon. If they were to fight it alone, they would definitely not be able to escape its poisonous hands.
"Boom!"
The thunder cone collided head-on with a jade Ruyi and a golden writing brush, causing a thunderous explosion.
But after the air wave that spread to tens of feet dissipated, the three top-level magic weapons flew back each other, and they fought evenly.
"What?"
This result shocked the remaining two leaders of the robbery cultivators.
This is not just a hasty resistance under the sudden attack. In a frontal confrontation with power, one can defeat two. How powerful is this mana?
But they don't know——
Zhang Yao's magic power is more than three times that of theirs. If it weren't for the slight lack of pure level, this blow would be enough to kill them!
Today I went to visit a friend who had surgery, so the update was later than Qingyun expected, but there is still news!
(End of chapter)
