560: C560 wind wheel

C560 wind wheel

Yang Junshan suddenly made a sneak attack. Lan Ying couldn't dodge in time. Not only did his stone spike break her protective magical ability, but it also pierced through her left arm.

Lanying thought that if she continued to fight, she wouldn't be able to gain any advantage, so she immediately decided to retreat.

Yang Junshan didn't expect that the other party would be so determined to retreat. Daoist Master Qingfeng had just shouted that he had been poisoned. Moreover, the barbarian cultivator Old Poison had started to come to Yang Junshan's aid.

Lan Ying retreated to a distance of over a hundred zhang. Yang Junshan couldn't catch up to her in time, but he heard Daoist Master Qingfeng's shout from the other side, "You want to escape? How can it be that easy?"

Yang Junshan immediately stopped trying to chase the female Magus. He turned around and flew towards the location where Daoist Master Qingfeng was battling with the Old Poison.

"Old Du, hurry up and go. That person is also heading towards your direction!"

Lan Ying heard Yang Junshan's warning, and at the same time, she kept some distance between her and Yang Junshan. She also ran towards the location of the battle to assist him.

When Yang Junshan arrived, he saw Daoist Master Qingfeng's face. It was clear that he was poisoned, but for some reason, he did not affect his fighting strength. Instead, he was like a mad tiger, desperately trying to stop Old Poison.

The old poison cultivator of the barbarian race was far from being comparable to Daoist Master Qing Feng in terms of actual combat prowess. She could only rely on her unavoidable poison attacks.

Before Yang Junshan arrived, Old Poison had already heard Lan Ying's warning, but the same was true for Daoist Master Qingfeng. He had been poisoned by the Old Poison, so after suffering such a huge loss, he was naturally unwilling to let it go.

The moment Yang Junshan appeared, "Snake Bind" flew out of his hand and wrapped itself around Old Poison's body.

After witnessing with his own eyes how Demon Cultivator Jia He died in Yang Junshan's imprisonment, Old Poison naturally cared deeply about Yang Junshan's rope. He hurriedly raised a long whip made from the cartilage of an unknown dire beast, and the two magic treasures immediately twisted into a ball in the air.

Yang Junshan's attack didn't hit him, but he had managed to restrain Old Poison's magic treasure. Daoist Master Qingfeng seized the opportunity to attack, and the magic treasure in his hand, Wind Wheel, rotated in the air, creating a sharp whistling sound as it circled around Old Poison's body.

The protective qi created by Old Poison simply could not stop the wind wheel's rapid slicing speed. Usually, he would have to use other abilities in order to push it back.

Seeing Yang Junshan make his move, Witch Lanying also rushed forward to help Old Poison. She was very clear in his heart that Old Poison could no longer break through on his own, and the Witch Clan had always been on good terms with the barbarians. Although this operation had failed, the fact that Lanying had been able to form a group of five cultivators of different races was inseparable from the strong support of Old Poison.

Yang Junshan flicked his finger through the air, causing a "Zheng" sound. Lan Ying's magic hook was deflected by Yang Junshan's Crushing Stone Technique, and lost its aim.

After being wounded by Yang Junshan, Lan Ying could only use 80% of her power, but she was smart. After witnessing Yang Junshan's power, she knew that if she rushed up to him, she would not be able to take advantage of him, so she decided to stay on the periphery. When Yang Junshan helped Daoist Master Qingfeng, she also interfered, but when Yang Junshan turned around to confront her, she relied on her distance to run away immediately.

Fortunately, Daoist Master Qingfeng now had the upper hand. Although Yang Junshan was not able to participate in the siege, he would occasionally have one or two supernatural powers to assist him, so Old Poison was still in a precarious situation.

Yang Junshan could see that Daoist Master Qingfeng's magic treasure, the Wind Wheel, was obviously specially made for the inheritance of the sacred art he was cultivating. Although Daoist Master Qingfeng was a rogue cultivator, he was able to create an inheritance compatible with the cultivation techniques and sacred arts he was practicing, and his own strength was extremely strong. It was clear that he was either lying to Yang Junshan, or he was actually a disciple of a large sect.

On the other side, Daoist Master Qingfeng continued to use his strength. One of his wind wheels broke through several of the Old Poison's abilities, and Old Poison's Barbarian Artifact was occasionally entangled by Yang Junshan's "Snake Bind". In the end, when he was careless, Daoist Master Qingfeng caught on to the flaw, causing the wind wheel to howl and cut off the Old Poison's left leg from his knee.

Old Poison screamed in pain. The blood that spurted out from the wound on his left leg immediately turned into a dark red blood mist. He bared his fangs and brandished his claws towards Yang Junshan.

That old man's vicious gaze suddenly pointed towards his severed leg. The Berserker Mark on his leg immediately started glowing faintly, and those ornaments began to rapidly spin as if they were alive.

Yang Junshan instinctively sensed the danger and saw the strange dark red blood fog rushing towards him. He shouted, "Not good, retreat!"

This time, without Yang Junshan saying anything, Daoist Master Qingfeng, who had already suffered a loss, immediately retreated along with Yang Junshan. This time, without Yang Junshan saying anything, the Daoist Master Qingfeng, who had already suffered a loss, immediately retreated along with Yang Junshan.

Yang Junshan and Daoist Master Qingfeng had already retreated dozens of feet away, avoiding the powerful corrosive rain of blood. By the time they returned, Lanying and Old Poison were long gone.

Yang Junshan looked at Daoist Master Qingfeng's face, which was tainted by the poison, and asked, "Is the poison in your body all right?"

Adept Qingfeng reached out a hand, and a ray of water light appeared in front of him. It formed a water mirror, reflecting his figure within the water.

"F * ck!" When Adept Clearwind saw himself in the water mirror, he immediately cursed, "With this, I'm afraid it'll take three to five months to expel the poison."

Obviously, Daoist Master Qingfeng had a special way to deal with the poison. Yang Junshan didn't want to ask too much, so he said, "Alright, since Fellow has a way to expel the poison, then I will take my leave."

"No need, I would like to ask you for a small favor."

"Why?" Yang Junshan turned his head around in confusion.0

"Fellow Daoist, please come with me?" As Adept Clearwind spoke, he walked towards a place not too far away from the treetop.

At this moment, the giant peach tree at the peak of the Red Mist Peak had already withered away, leaving only a withered tree. The originally lush and verdant crown of the tree now looked as if it had suddenly turned into winter.

Yang Junshan pondered for a moment before following after Daoist Master Qingfeng. After turning around a messy branch, a branch as thick as a person's waist appeared in front of them.

This branch looked very special, because compared to the other branches that were already withered, this branch was charred black, as if it had been exposed to heavenly fire. However, what was truly strange was that this branch which had been scorched by the heavenly fire had a strange feeling about it, even staring at this piece of charred wood for a long time, and there was actually a kind of intense pain in the eyes. Yang Junshan did not even need to sense it with his spiritual consciousness to know that this piece of charred wood contained a huge amount of energy.

Yang Junshan wanted to move forward, but Daoist Master Qingfeng, who was beside him, had already stopped his steps. The two of them looked at this piece of burnt wood from a distance of seventy to eighty feet.

"Thousand Year Thunderbolt Peach Wood?"

Yang Junshan's exclamation seemed to satisfy Daoist Master Qingfeng.

"You fought with that Old Poison because you discovered this thing?"

Daoist Master Qingfeng nodded. "That's right. If I hadn't been so happy to find this piece of wood, I wouldn't have fallen for the path of that barbarian cultivator."

"Then why did you call me over …"

Now that the two alien cultivators, Lanying and Old Poison, had been pushed back, it was reasonable to say that as long as Daoist Master Qingfeng didn't say anything, he would definitely belong to him.

I won't hide it from you, but the surrounding area is filled with traps set by that barbarian cultivator. I've just taken a step forward and stepped into one of the traps, and this is how it is now. I've called fellow cultivator here because I want to use you to break this poison trap.

From the looks of it, such a thick, thousand year old Thunderwood was undoubtedly a high-grade treasure material. If it fell into the hands of a true Master Refiner, it would at least produce two precious artifacts.

Yang Junshan was naturally moved. He knew that in the early stages of the great change of the heaven and earth, although demons wreaked havoc, in the later stages, races such as the demons and the Shura Blood Tribe were even more calamitous.

Although Yang Junshan didn't have a lightning attribute sacred art inheritance, if he had a suitable lightning affinity magic treasure, it would still be a great deterrent to demonic and blood elementalists.

That's right, there were also some barbarian cultivators who practiced poison like old poisons, and their lightning techniques were extremely powerful and effective, so they had the greatest restraints on this kind of poison. The main reason for that was because the old poison was that he could not get close to this piece of wood, and had wanted to borrow the power of the woman, but unexpectedly, the two of them lost in the end, and it ended up in the hands of Yang Junshan and Daoist Master Qingfeng.

Although Yang Junshan had a strong ability to repel poisons, he didn't want to risk his life. He directly released "Snake Twist" to try and break Lei Mu from the peach wood.

When Daoist Master Qingfeng saw this, he was about to warn Yang Junshan, but he had already discovered that something was amiss. Just as the snake entanglement was within fifteen meters of Lei Mu, several strands of poisonous smoke came over. What was more frightening was that the poisonous smoke was actually corroding a wisp of Yang Junshan's spiritual consciousness left behind in the spirit treasure snake's entanglement.

Yang Junshan endured the stabbing pain in his head, and said angrily, "There's no other way. Burn it, and all the branches and leaves around Lei Mu will be burnt."

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