537: C537 He Would Never Give up Until He Reached the Yellow River

C537 He Would Never Give up Until He Reached the Yellow River

Daoist Wuwei's casting speed was extremely fast, summoning out a giant spirit of mountains and rivers almost instantly.

This spirit of the mountains and rivers looked like an exotic beast, like a tiger but not a tiger. It had the body of a sheep and the face of a human. It was extremely similar to the legendary Taotie! It was several thousand feet tall and opened its mouth wide, as if wanting to devour this world.

"This spell... is it a variant of the ancient witchcraft? You dare to take out a formation to protect the mausoleum to fight an enemy, do you dare to look down on me?"

Shen Qingfeng's figure was like a ghost as he dodged the attack of the spirit of the mountains and rivers in the nick of time. He had also studied the art of breaking formations. With a glance, he could tell that the Cleaving Dragon Formation originated from the spell of Ancient Era.

"Thief, take my sword!"

After Taoist Lingxiao got help from his companions, the pressure on him was greatly reduced. He used the sword technique again and added the insights he had gained from the fight into it. He entered a profound state and his strength increased by three points out of thin air.

After he used his sword technique with all his strength, it triggered countless phenomena. Combined with the spirit of the mountains and rivers, it suppressed Shen Qingfeng for a moment, and the range of his movements kept shrinking.

"Don't the two of you feel that it's a little too much? If this battle continues, either you die or I die."

"I see that the two of you don't have much lifespan left, so you should be people who cherish their lives. Once you make a mistake, your thousand year cultivation will be destroyed in an instant!"

Shen Qingfeng had been careless and had been slapped on his back by the force of the mountains and rivers. It was as if he had been smashed by a huge mountain. He let out a muffled groan and his shirt turned into powder under the terrifying pressure, revealing his horned dragon like muscles.

The relationship between him and the Jade Void Profound Realm had yet to reach the point of life and death. It was said that the master of this place had the secret of the passageway to the Heaven Realm. If they really killed him, how could he enter the Heaven Realm?

However, there was always a limit to everything. If these two old dogs were stubborn, there was nothing he could do.

"Humph! The body of a demonic beast is indeed powerful. Even if this old man were to receive a blow from the Spirit of Mountains and Rivers, it would still be very troublesome."

"If you can't withstand it, you can use your true form to fight with us. Although the Demon God Palace is powerful, can it be that my Jade Void Profound Realm is weaker than all of you?"

Taoist Lingxiao discovered that Shen Qingfeng was perfectly unharmed after being struck by the spirit of mountains and rivers. He was even more certain of the identity of the spy. How could there be a human cultivator who could obtain such a powerful physique?

Of course, he didn't know that there was someone in the mortal world who had mastered the War God Spell, a heaven defying ancient skill. The strength of his physical body was extremely powerful, and he could even fight against creatures like the True Dragon and True Phoenix!

"Daoist Brother Ling Xiao, I'm afraid that this guy still has some tricks up his sleeve. You and I should focus on fighting the enemy. We must not be careless!"

Daoist Wuwei sat cross-legged in the void and mumbled something. Under the enhancement of his magical power, the power of the formation gradually increased.

After a thousand years, they had gained initial control of the Dragon Artery in the Jade Void Profound Realm. Now, he was trying to draw the power of the Dragon Artery to support the formation!

"Hehe, interesting. It seems like all of you will not give up until you reach the Yellow River..."

Shen Qingfeng was so angry that he laughed. These two old men were pedantic. They were obviously scum under his command, but they insisted on his identity. Now, they even wanted to kill him!

"Kill!"

As soon as these words came out, the Qi on his body changed. A terrifying evil aura broke through the tribulation clouds, and even Daoist Wuwei's spell was almost interrupted!

"What!?"

Taoist Lingxiao's heart was beating violently, and he felt a chill run down his spine.

He discovered that the young man opposite him held a sword in one hand, and the sword energy turned into a sea, blocking the spirit of the mountains and rivers. His hand formed a fist, and following the roar of a dragon, he felt like a true dragon had appeared in front of him. It bared its fangs and brandished its claws as it pounced towards his face...

At this critical moment, he raised the sword in his hand and clashed with the dragon fist.

"Rumble..."

The sky seemed to have turned into a mirror. Next time, countless cracks appeared on the surface of the mirror. Shen Qingfeng's punch had the effect of sealing the space. Taoist Lingxiao was sent flying for dozens of miles before he finally stopped.

"Kacha......"

There was only a crisp sound. He quickly looked down and found that a tiny crack had appeared on the sword in his hand. The spiritual light was greatly reduced, and he could not help but feel pain in his heart.0

This Autumn Water Sword had followed him for a thousand years, and it had accompanied him for a much longer period of time than his previous Dao Companion. It had long been regarded as an object of life and cultivation by him. Now that it had been damaged, even his face had a look of defeat.

"The Dragon Clan's Art of Slaughter... Who... who are you?"

Daoist Wuwei's eyes trembled intensely. The golden dragon scales were really enough to make one's imagination run wild. He had lived for a thousand years, and even his eyelashes were empty. If the other party's true body was a True Dragon, then the result of this decisive battle would be somewhat suspenseful.

A True Dragon was a Divine Beast, and there was almost no one in the same level that could match it. Up until now, his opponent had only used the power of the Dragon Clan once, and the subsequent techniques would surely be even more terrifying!

"Little thief, I'm going to use you as a sword sacrifice!"

Taoist Lingxiao swallowed a red pill, and his eyes were filled with blood. This was a pill that he had exchanged for from the Nanhua Daoist with a treasure. After using it, it would last for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn. After increasing his magic power by 30%, he would enter a weakened state after the time it takes for an incense stick to burn. His power would be reduced by more than 50%!

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