The tenth level of the shrine.
After Taoist Sansha and Zhang Yao successfully reunited, the situation took a huge turn, and the balance of power was reversed.
At this moment, in the vast white mist, Ancestor Wanchuan, Fairy Xiaguang and Fairy Feiying were gathering together to discuss the next action strategy.
"I really didn't expect that we were all tricked by the Sansha Taoist..."
"Had I known it, I should have killed him earlier, and I wouldn't be in the passive situation now."
Ancestor Wanchuan looked very ugly and said in a low tone:
"The area in the tenth level will be closed as time goes by, until only one foot of land is left."
"Based on the current situation, let's estimate..."
After he pondered for a moment, his expression became much more solemn:
"We must kill Man Tiansheng within half an hour, and then have a decisive battle with Qingxu and Sansha."
"Otherwise, once the time is delayed for too long, the three of them may merge into one place, and then we will completely lose hope of a comeback!"
"Wan Chuan, I understand what you mean."
Fairy Xiaguang looked hesitant and said:
"But the problem is... that Man Tiansheng is a body-refining cultivator. He has rough skin and thick flesh. It will be difficult to kill him within half an hour."
"Besides, I'm not belittling myself. Ancestor Qingxu has amazing magical powers, and Taoist Sansha holds a spiritual treasure that can dispel the fog. With these two people joining forces, I'm afraid our chances of winning are not high!"
"I know."
Patriarch Wanchuan nodded slightly and then said:
"So, we have to be prepared."
"First, we must try to divide the relationship between the two people as much as possible, at least so that Qingxu and Sansha cannot cooperate tacitly when they join forces."
"Second, we must be mentally prepared for failure in our attempts. At least we must make a decisive decision at the critical moment and give up everything to escape."
Fairy Xiaguang and Fairy Feiying heard this and nodded silently.
…………
In the white mist.
Man Tiansheng was holding a long golden metal stick, his expression full of alertness, and he was exploring carefully.
"Several Jindan cultivators have died. I'm afraid they will find me soon..."
His expression was gloomy, his mana fluctuated with his breathing, and his muscles were like taut bowstrings, and he was like a lurking tiger that could spring into action at any time.
He wandered around in this fog for a long time without meeting anyone, which made him increasingly vigilant.
In silence:
A blue, a red, and a light golden brilliance suddenly shot out from the white mist.
"What?"
Man Tiansheng's expression changed drastically, but it was too late to react!
The vast mist obscured all his senses, and by the time he noticed the traces of supernatural power, the three rays of light were less than three feet away from his head!
"Buzz!"
At the last moment, Man Tiansheng only had time to instinctively use his mysterious skills to protect his vitals, before he was hit head-on by three rays of light.
For a moment, his head was buzzing, his body was shaking, and he almost fell to the ground.
He used his indestructible body to resist the divine channel technique of the divine soul type, but the negative effects caused by it still made him feel dizzy.
After all, his soul was still too weak. Without the protection of his body, he would probably have died by now.
"Boom!" "Boom!"...
Ancestor Wanchuan and others, hiding in the mist, seized this opportunity and frantically activated magic weapons and harnessed magical powers to besiege.
In just one breath:
Man Tiansheng had received more than a dozen blows, and even though his body was strong enough to shake the magic weapon, small wounds appeared one after another.
Ancestor Wanchuan and others were bombarding him with their divine passage techniques and magic weapons in turn, all heading towards Man Tiansheng's vitals, almost blinding one of his eyes.
"Damn!!"
Man Tiansheng shook his head violently and finally got rid of the dizziness. He roared angrily and knocked away Fairy Feiying's magic weapon with a backhand punch.
"Uh-huh!"
Ancestor Wanchuan and others were extremely alert and immediately retreated and hid in the white mist again, not giving Man Tiansheng any chance to counterattack.
"Beast! If you have the guts, come out and fight me!!"
Man Tiansheng was furious in his heart, and while cursing continuously, his eyes quickly glanced at the surrounding fog.
He did not expect that there were three opponents, but he asked himself that if it were a head-on battle, he would not be afraid of one against three. This was the confidence of a high-level body-refining monk.
But in this mist:
He became deaf and blind, and could only be beaten passively. No matter how strong his body was, there would be a time when he could no longer bear it, which made him feel uneasy.
For example, the surprise attack just now, if his senses were not blinded and he had enough countermeasures, he would not have ended up in such an embarrassing situation.
"These damn demon cultivators... they took advantage of the loopholes in the shrine's formation and gained too much advantage!"
"I can't sit still and wait for death!"
Man Tiansheng suddenly gritted his teeth, waved the long golden stick in his hand, and rushed out.
"boom……"
He waved the long metal stick in his hand like a windmill, cutting through the phantoms, stirring up the surrounding fog, but still unable to dissolve the thick fog.
Man Tian was born to follow the stick, integrating offense and defense. He protected himself tightly and was extremely calm in his heart:
"The ancestor Qingxu is far more powerful than me, so he must still be alive. Taoist Sansha is holding a spiritual treasure, and I haven't heard his death scream before, so he is most likely still alive."
"I must meet up with one of these two people, so that I can have a way to survive..."
He had a good plan in mind, but it was a pity that Patriarch Wanchuan and others would obviously not give him this opportunity.
The two sides chased and escaped, and a cruel hunting race against time took place in this vast mist.
…………
Within the thick fog.
A ten-foot-long piece of pure land shifts with the movement of the flames, causing the surrounding fog to constantly change.
Taoist Sansha held up the Delusion-breaking Heart Lamp and walked side by side with Zhang Yao. While remaining vigilant, he tried his best to explore the space of the tenth level.
"It's been more than half an hour..."
Zhang Yao frowned slightly and said:
"Fellow Taoist Sansha, Man Tiansheng is probably in a very bad situation right now and may follow in the footsteps of other fellow Taoists at any time."
"Yes, we took too long."
Taoist Sansha sighed and said:
"Unfortunately, he didn't know that I had the Delusion-breaking Lamp in my hand. He must have been wandering around before, trying to find us."
"If he had stayed where he was, we would have met long ago; but he is also moving around, which is not conducive to our meeting..."
Zhang Yao nodded slightly, glanced around, and said:
"The area in the tenth level has shrunk and it's becoming more and more obvious."
"Judging from our exploration along the way, there are more and more repeated areas. The movable area of the entire tenth level is probably less than a thousand feet."
The thousand-foot area, if it were in the normal outside world, would only be a snap of the fingers for a Golden Core cultivator.
But in the special environment of this tenth level, if Patriarch Wanchuan and others wanted to avoid them, it would be difficult to catch them.
"No!!"
Suddenly, a roar full of anger and unwillingness came from not far away.
"not good!"
Zhang Yao and Taoist Sansha next to him changed their expressions at the same time.
They all heard that this was Man Tiansheng's voice, which meant that he had encountered the vicious hands of Ancestor Wanchuan and others!
"Walk!"
The two looked at each other and rushed towards the source of the sound without saying a word.
The white mist will distort the source of the sound at close range, but this scream is obviously deliberately released by Patriarch Wanchuan and others, which is equivalent to a signal to start a war!
Just a few breaths later:
"Boom!" "Boom!"
Zhang Yao and Taoist Sansha lowered their escaping lights and saw a messy battlefield.
The ground is full of potholes, and it seems that it has been slowly repaired after a fierce battle.
Man Tiansheng's body fell in the corner of the battlefield, his head was cut off, his eyes were round and full of unwillingness, his body was torn into pieces, but there was not much blood.
"It's really cruel..."
Zhang Yao glanced at him, his expression a little gloomy.
Man Tiansheng's body was covered with countless wounds, large and small, which were clearly worn away bit by bit by endless raids.
The body of a high-level body-refining cultivator has long been completely different from that of ordinary cultivators. It does not even contain much flesh and blood tissue, so it is not difficult to understand how he died.
"His weapons and storage bag should be picked up at this place."
Taoist Sansha observed the battlefield and made a certain judgment:
"They must not have gone far, they may even... be hiding nearby."
As he spoke, he held the Delusion-breaking Heart Lamp in his hand and quietly took a few steps closer to Zhang Yao.
"Come out."
Zhang Yao stood with his hands behind his hands, his cold eyes swept across the surrounding fog, and said calmly:
"The area in the tenth level will continue to shrink, and this battle is inevitable."
"Come out now and you'll suffer less."
As soon as he finished speaking:
"Hahaha……"
The laughter of Patriarch Wanchuan came from all directions:
"The tenth level of Beppu is called 'Leaping Dragon Gate'. Just like thousands of golden scales fighting to cross, only one person can become a true dragon in the end."
"There are currently five monks, but in the end only one can survive to the end and become the final winner and obtain the treasure of this place."
Fairy Xiaguang's voice emerged, revealing a hint of softness:
"Fellow Taoist Sansha, do you really want to seek skin from a tiger?"
"After we have been dealt with, you will be next. You are absolutely no match for Ancestor Qingxu..."
"No need to sow discord."
Taoist Sansha didn't even raise his eyebrows, and said in a calm tone:
"I don't believe it. If only one person can survive this tenth level, can you still cooperate with integrity until now? I'm afraid there will be internal strife already!"
"If I listen to your one-sided words and turn against my allies, then I will have wasted five hundred years of my life."
"hey-hey……"
The laughter of Patriarch Wanchuan came:
"We can't break the rules, but we can leave directly through the back door."
"It doesn't matter if you don't believe it. You will soon know whether my words are true or false..."
The words just fell:
"Buzz!"
A strange wave swept through the entire tenth level in an instant, causing the white mist to roll.
The monitoring formation inside the palace seemed to be reactivated, and a mysterious message poured into the hearts of Zhang Yao and Sansha Taoist at the right time:
Jump over the Dragon Gate and fight to the last person to get a treasure reward.
Current number of survivors: two
"..."
Zhang Yao and Taoist Sansha couldn't help but look at each other.
The venue became extremely quiet.
(End of chapter)
