Seeing the old Daoist's palm clasping towards Zhang Ming's head, a trace of unwillingness flashed in Wusitu's eyes. Although the benefits obtained today would be distributed afterwards, the situation would of course be different depending on whose hands the enemy was in.
Seeing this, the man in the black cloak suddenly gritted his teeth. The purple fire chain turned into a strange lizard covered in purple scales. With a flick of its long tail, its mouth dripping with foul-smelling purple mucus, it bit towards Zhao Min's neck with its two rows of sharp, thick yellow teeth. At the same time, one after another, black, red-eyed crows flew out from under his cloak. Although there were only about a hundred of them, they also pounced towards those Gu-insects.
At this time, the deep blue color around Zhao Min's body was already tinged with a patch of dark red. She had begun to frantically burn her essence blood.
Zhao Min's face was pale. She actually disregarded the attack of the purple-scaled strange lizard, letting it bite into the side of her right neck with a "crack." The ink-black demon flower branches and leaves on her snow-white neck shook violently. Zhao Min paid no heed. Carrying the purple-scaled strange lizard, she instantly arrived in front of the man in the black cloak.
"This person is truly crazy!"
The man in the black cloak's eyes were filled with horror. He knew that under this kind of desperate struggle, the other party definitely wouldn't be able to last for long.
On the other side, the old Daoist's palm was also grabbing down. It was about to touch the head of Li Yan, who had become like a dried corpse. Tears glittered in Zhao Min's beautiful eyes, and the sharp cry from her mouth became even more soul-shaking. But the man in the black cloak did not fight her head-on, fighting while retreating, mainly to entangle her.
The falling Li Yan suddenly opened his eyes. In his eyes, there was no longer any of the previous confusion. He suddenly flipped his drooping, withered palm and met the wrist of the old Daoist above. In the horrified gaze of the old Daoist, a colorful mist suddenly emerged from Li Yan's palm and directly enveloped his arms. At the same time, drops of red liquid seeped out from between Li Yan's fingers. Upon contact with the other party, it entered the old Daoist's wrist without any obstruction.
Then, Li Yan immediately let go of his hands and didn't even look at the old Daoist again. With a sway of his body, he had already pounced towards Wusitu, who was rapidly approaching. Just as Li Yan's body pounced out, a scream that didn't sound human came from the old Daoist's mouth. His originally thin body actually swelled up as if it were being inflated.
He tried to suppress it with his magical power in terror, but the magical power in his body was being rapidly devoured by a white mist. The magical power he could muster simply couldn't keep up with the speed of being devoured.
All of this happened extremely quickly. One moment, the old Daoist was still shocked by Li Yan's sudden awakening, and the next moment, he had fallen into the Asura hell. The pain coming from the depths of his soul made him let out a mournful and piercing roar to the sky. That kind of pain came from his soul, his physical body, his blood, and even the depths of his bone marrow. There was pain, extreme sourness, and the feeling of his flesh and blood being peeled from his bones. All kinds of pain were intertwined, and an indescribable extreme pain swept through his entire Sea of Consciousness.
At this time, the old Daoist's magical power was clearly not completely gone, but he could no longer form seals or chant incantations. His hands and feet had lost their feeling and no longer listened to his command. In just a blink of an eye, he had turned into a giant "turtle," his body as large as a ball, his four limbs and head short and thin.
In that instant just now, Li Yan had injected more than ten different types of poison into the other party's body. The old Daoist's methods were too strange. He had to make a Pseudo-Nascent Soul cultivator unable to fight back and die quickly in one blow.
If it weren't for the fact that under the erosion of Wusitu's corpse poison, the Fragmented Poison Body had rapidly circulated throughout his body, making Li Yan look like a dried corpse, and the old Daoist thinking that he had been hit and had relaxed his technique a bit. While the corpse poison was devouring Li Yan's life force, it had also triggered the counterattack of the Fragmented Poison Body, causing Li Yan to begin to awaken. At the moment of life and death, Li Yan finally mobilized all his Divine Sense to protect his Sea of Consciousness. But he did not immediately counterattack. Even when Zhao Min on the other side began to use a mutually destructive fighting style, he was still looking for a good opportunity.
He could not let the old Daoist have any chance to use that strange technique again. Otherwise, he and Zhao Min would still be in a life-and-death situation. Seeing Wusitu's rod coming, Li Yan could only use the opportunity of falling and swaying his body to dissipate part of the force. But even so, he was hit so hard that he was on the verge of fainting. Fortunately, at this time, his powerful physical body played a decisive role.
Finally, the old Daoist completely gave up using techniques and approached to capture him, finally giving Li Yan a chance.
In this sudden turn of events, Li Yan had already arrived in front of the shocked Wusitu with a sway of his body. The distance was so short, and Wusitu had been following closely behind the old Daoist. Even if Li Yan didn't use any movement skill, the two would have met in an instant.
Wusitu was greatly shocked. His face changed in fear, and he wanted to retreat in a hurry. At this time, he had completely realized that this Zhang Ming's strength was so formidable that he simply couldn't cope, and his techniques were extremely strange. But it was too late to retreat now. Li Yan's hands had already clasped his shoulders. Wusitu's instinctive corpse poison erupted again, and streaks of black qi wrapped around Li Yan's palms. At the same time, the large rod in his hand instantly turned into a steel needle and stabbed towards Li Yan's throat like a bolt of lightning.
He was, after all, a powerful Late-stage Golden Core cultivator, and his fighting experience was equally rich. Although there was fear in his heart, he still made the fastest counterattack. Just as he stabbed out with his needle, a muffled "puff" sound came from below. The old Daoist's mournful scream came to an abrupt end. His body, in just a turn of Li Yan's body, had already exploded into countless fragments.
But what was hair-raising was that there was no rain of blood in the sky, nor was there the earth-shattering spiritual power explosion of a Golden Core cultivator on the verge of death. It was like a bubble suddenly popping. Only a small cloud of colorful smoke rose in the air, and then the old Daoist's entire person disappeared. Besides the few storage and spirit-storing pouches that fell, even his Golden Core did not make a sound, disappearing cleanly from this world.
From the moment the old Daoist's wrist was grabbed by Li Yan, to his complete disappearance, it was only the blink of an eye. His mournful scream had just risen, and it was as if someone had grabbed his neck, coming to an abrupt end. Everything vanished into thin air.
The steel needle in Wusitu's hand rapidly enlarged in Li Yan's pupils. At the same time, clouds of foul-smelling smoke rose from between Li Yan's fingers on Wusitu's shoulders, emitting a series of "hissing" sounds, but it did not harm Li Yan's palms in the slightest.
The two sides' movements were as fast as lightning. The fierce glint in Wusitu's eyes became even crazier. He wanted to pierce through the other party's eyes in one blow. He didn't believe that even a body cultivator could cultivate that place to the point of being immune to all techniques. Although his reaction was lightning fast, facing a peak body cultivator of the same realm, Li Yan's movements were even faster.
Li Yan's hands, which were grabbing Wusitu's shoulders, with a low roar from him, he suddenly pulled to the sides. Wusitu's arm, which had already rushed to Li Yan's face, felt a heart-wrenching pain, and then he lost control. The tough physical body of a Late-stage Golden Core cultivator, a cultivator who had also been tempered in the "Wood Essence Pool," his two arms were instantly torn from his body.
Somewhat dark red blood, like two huge water columns, suddenly sprayed out to the sides. The blood constantly washed over the torn and broken green veins at the broken arm, which were like writhing green earthworms. One after another, the veins danced and fluttered in the blood columns…
At the position on the shoulders where Li Yan had just been pinching, a large amount of black juice had also seeped in at the same time.
"Ah… no…!" Wusitu looked in disbelief at the person in front of him, who was holding one of his arms in each hand. The blood from before was still on his forehead.
A cruel and fierce glint flashed in Li Yan's eyes. He retreated slightly, and with a flying kick, he kicked Wusitu in the chest. Although Wusitu had lost his arms, his cultivation still existed. But just as he was about to forcibly dodge, a wave of dizziness suddenly came from his mind. He didn't know that at this moment, his face had greatly changed. In the eyes of an outsider, his whole person was unusually ferocious. More than ten black lines had already climbed up his cheeks from his neck, giving off a very gloomy and strange feeling.
"Boom!"
Wusitu flew horizontally towards the black mountain on the side of the river. The next moment, there was another loud bang. Wusitu slid down the mountain wall and landed at the foot of the mountain. For a moment, it was unknown whether he was dead or alive.
And Li Yan, taking advantage of the momentum, threw the two severed arms in his hands. Before they fell into the river, he had already flown towards the battle group not far away.
At this time, Zhao Min had already closed the distance with him to less than twenty zhang. The change on Li Yan's side was too sudden. By the time the three people on the other side had reacted, two Golden Core cultivators were already one dead and one seriously injured. Everything had happened in a flash. The three people's expressions were different, some shocked, some happy.
Seeing the situation on Li Yan's side clearly, a trace of blood rushed to Zhao Min's paper-pale face, and she finally stopped burning her essence blood. And the faces of the two people opposite her instantly changed color. They never would have dreamed that someone as strong as the old Daoist would only have time to let out a mournful scream before he strangely disappeared completely from this world.
The cultivation method that the old Daoist practiced was called "Word-Severing Soul-Entering Art." It was very similar to the Confucian's "words become law." It was a terrifying cultivation method that made people feel fear and controlled their minds. The old Daoist was a peak master of the top-tier sect on the Verdant Continent, "Heart-Inquiry Temple." He had roamed this world for several hundred years with this technique among his peers, rarely meeting an opponent. It was almost certain death for those who were hit. Unexpectedly, today he himself had died so quickly, so fast that everyone had not even reacted.
"You actually killed a disciple of 'Heart-Inquiry Temple'…" An Die couldn't help but scream in shock. She and the five-colored, spotted, thousand-legged centipede demonic beast were blocked in place by the Crossbow Worms. She had only said half of her words when the man in the black cloak flashed and had already flown six or seven li away. Seeing that he was about to disappear in those floating clouds of mist with another flicker, An Die's face was filled with astonishment. The man in the black cloak had turned around and run, without even saying goodbye to her. He hadn't even taken back the black crows he had released, only beckoning to take the purple fire chain into his hand.
The man in the black cloak had originally been fighting a guerrilla war with Zhao Min. With this escape, even Zhao Min had not reacted. An Die's heart was in a panic. She was surrounded by the sky-full of Crossbow Worms. It would not be a matter of a moment to escape. After the man in the black cloak had suddenly fled, let alone dealing with the Crossbow Worms in front of her, just this berserk female cultivator, An Die knew that she wouldn't be able to last a few moves against her.
At this time, after Zhao Min stopped burning her essence blood, her whole person's momentum also declined sharply, her aura becoming somewhat weak. After the man in the black cloak had fled, those black, red-eyed crows immediately flew in all directions. But many of the black, red-eyed crows were already covered with Gu-insects.
"You just control the Crossbow Worms to surround this person. I'll be right back!"
Li Yan's voice came from Zhao Min's ear. Then, another figure sped away into the distance. And at the same time as Li Yan's voice fell, a purple-robed youth abruptly appeared in front of Zhao Min. Li Yan's icy cold voice also came over.
"Kill her!"
The next moment, Zi Kun flashed and was already in front of the terrified An Die, his eyes filled with a soul-devouring light.
At this time, Zhao Min also had the Crossbow Worms stop their attacks, just staring at the sky from the ground with a tiger-like gaze.
"You… you all… Fellow Daoist, I was just tricked by them…" An Die's head was spinning with the centipede-like demonic beast, which had already lost its ferocity, and she began to beg for mercy with a mournful face.