Chapter 465: Ouch.

“Click!”

The sound of bones being crushed came from Ilb’s neck, and it was the same moment that Ilb broke his own fingers, letting the severed fingers mixed with blood turn into scarlet and twisted runes.

A scarlet and twisted talisman covered Wei Yuan and penetrated through the surface of his body.

It’s not a physical attack that a martial artist’s brass and iron bones can’t defend against, it’s a sorcerer’s spell-killing technique.

There are two forms of spellkilling, the first being the acquisition of the target’s blood, hair, and even personal clothing and objects, which can be used as a medium to unleash a spell.

At the third rank realm, one was able to kill with a spell across the air without any medium, but the effect was greatly reduced.

In another form, a spell is initiated against a target at the cost of their own flesh and blood.

The prerequisite for this form is that the enemy has dealt damage to you.

The blood-colored talisman corroded Wei Yuan’s Yuan Shen and wore down his qi and blood, causing him to stagnate for a short period of time, but in the next second, all the negative statuses were destroyed by Wu Fu’s powerful qi.

But that one second was enough for Irb.

He crushed a compass artifact and his figure suddenly disappeared, surfacing in the air hundreds of feet away, summoning a bird-like silhouette with sharp claws around his shoulders as he quickly fled in the direction of Jing Mountain.

Irb, who was badly injured, chose to summon the spirit of a bird-like demonic beast to carry himself away.

A burst of blood light rose up on Ilbu’s body, repairing injuries that could be considered fatal to a low-grade cultivator.

The ability of a ninth-grade blood spirit to stimulate qi and blood would take a qualitative leap at high grade, not much worse than a martial artist’s amputated limb rebirth, with the difference being that the former consumed a higher amount of spiritual energy.

It doesn’t take much for Wulf to regenerate his limbs, because that’s the “gift” of the immortal Wulf.

A third-ranked expert wasn’t that easy to kill, no matter which system, the third-ranked had transcended mortals.

By the coast, as well as on the warships, the Witch God Cult and Da Bong armies that saw this scene had their jaws dropped.

Zhang Kaitai and other golden gongs were in tears, except for a very small number of beloved ones, the vast majority of people did not know how powerful Wei Yuan was back then, and several secret battles to ambush the demon barbarians, the compulsion clan as well as the peak masters of the Witch God Sect were all done by him with scheming and leading the Buddha Sect’s masters.

On a head-to-head battlefield, he strategizes and barely puts up a fight.

After the end of the battle of Shanhaiguan, Wei Yuan somehow abolished his own cultivation, like a tiger that cut off its own claws and teeth, and willingly resigned to the court, based on the identity of the mortals in the court.

No one remembers the scenery of this peak martial artist.

Twenty-one years later, he finally showed his invincible sharpness once again.

The soldiers who did not know the truth only felt that their past understanding was overturned, first in disbelief, and then immediately filled their chests with ecstasy like the tidal wave under their feet.

This is the Dae Bong Military God.

That’s our Dae Bong’s military god.

Since they had struck the Witch God Sect’s main altar, it could not be a child’s play of thunder and rain.

Compared to the cheering and fervor of the Da Feng soldiers, in the camp of the Witch God Sect, whether it was the wizards or the jianghu dispersers, one by one, their scalps were numb.

It was not only that Elder Irb, the Spirit Wisdom Wizard was repelled by a single move, it was also because they had a premonition that this battle was far worse and more terrifying than they had imagined.

The overall strength of the general altar of the Witch God Cult was definitely not worse than that of the Dafeng Capital, and although Wei Yuan had accumulated great fame in the Battle of Shanhaiguan, no one believed that he could really pose a threat to the city of Jingshan.

At best, it bites a chunk of flesh off and hurts, but not so much that it’s unbearable.

The Da Feng army was coming on strong, with not a single peak expert in sight, how could they threaten the Witch God Sect’s main altar?

And now, this Great Bong’s Military God was also a strong person of incredibly high grade.

………….

The large, illusory bird grabbed Ilb and swept across the ocean, skimmed the mountains, and landed on the cliff face beside the great sorcerer, Saren Agu.

It was also at this time that the State Master of the Kang Kingdom, Udar Pagoda, finally arrived, riding a dark light that swept towards the mountain top with a clear goal in mind.

Aside from the Master of the Kingdom of Jing, who was in the northern realm, unable to return from his intense struggle with Candle Nine, the peak sorcerers of the Witch God Sect were gathered.

This was a relief to the wizards and defenders who had withdrawn from the range of the artillery bombardment, and it also put the hearts of the junglers in the northeast at ease.

On the flagship, Wei Yuan commanded, “Kill into Jing Shan City and slaughter it!”

Or a massacre.

War is to shake the qi, slaughter is to weaken it.

“Massacre!”

“Massacre!”

“Slaughter ……..”

The roars of the Da Bong generals echoed out over the sea with a great deal of vigor.

Since the establishment of the Witch God Cult, Jing Shan City had never had a large army kill here, let alone massacre the city, in the thousand years since its inception.

They, to start history!

Raise the prestige of the Great Bong Kingdom in the Central Plains.

The warship slowly docked, its heavy treads slamming into the sand, and the infantry, armed with sabers, military crossbows, or cannons, were the first to rush down from the decks to police the surrounding area.

And then came the cavalry leading the horses and galloping off the ship.

Only lastly did the artillery push the guns and bedsteads along the pediment to land.

Shoo Shoo Shoo ………

As soon as the Da Bong army landed, the archers ambushed among the mountains and forests immediately attacked.

In the sound of “ding ding”, most of the arrows were blocked by the shield forged from fine iron, while a few arrows shot by experts pierced through the shield and took away the lives of one soldier after another.

With a flick of his thumb, the golden gong Zhang Kaitai’s saber clanged out of its sheath, wielding a brilliant sword light that cut through the torrential rain of arrows.

He whirled around and disappeared into thin air, followed by screams from the woods near the beach.

This Fourth Grade expert who had once beaten Chu Yuanzhuan without any temper was like a wolf entering a flock of sheep, going on a killing spree.

The experts of the Da Bong military had killed their way into the dense forest to buy time for the army to land.

The battle started on the coast and burned all the way up to Jing Shan, spreading towards the general altar Jing Shan City not far away.

…………

Saren Agu looked ahead at the green coat that was floating in the air, and smiled as he stroked the lamb in his arms:

“Twenty years ago, I asserted that in twenty years, Da Feng would produce a prim and unrivaled martial artist. I thought that you were short of heroism, but I didn’t realize that you’ve been hiding your light, so let me see if you’re a second-rate, or a first-rate.

“Ilb, Udabota, you two try him.”

Without fear or hesitation, the two third-ranked sorcerers of the Witch God Cult each summoned a Ying Soul, and Ilb was still the same Wufu Ying Soul from before as he seized the power of the Ying Soul and transformed into a giant.

At the head of the Udta Pagoda, on the other hand, was a fierce-looking monk with a big, muscular, lanky, bald head, a Buddhist vajra.

Each sorcerer would kill as many masters of the major systems as possible, thereby establishing karma and thus summoning the other’s soul.

This can enrich their means against the enemy, facing different enemies, summoning different systems of souls to restrain each other.

But if the opposite side is a wookiee, the wizards will decisively, without hesitation, summon the wookiee spirit.

Only a wookiee can defeat a wookiee.

And only a wookiee can take a wookiee beating.

The Udar Pagoda summoned a Third Grade Vajra, who was essentially a martial artist as well, with a fleshly defense that had never been better.

After completing the summoning, the two State Masters raised their hands and aimed their palms at Wei Yuan, “Die!”

Spacing Spells!

Wei Yuan’s figure appeared to stagnate briefly, as if he had received some sort of power erosion within his body.

The two high-grade sorcerers took advantage of this opportunity and attacked on the left and right, and at this moment, they were equivalent to two undead martial artists.

“Bang! Bang!”

In two loud bell-like thuds, Ilbu and Udar Pagoda flew out upside down, and the shadows above their heads collapsed.

Wei Yuan didn’t try to chase after them, in front of a First Grade Grand Sorcerer, he didn’t think that he could quickly frame two Third Grade.

“Every realm of a martial artist is taken one step at a time, what you have borrowed is just strength and defense in vain. In front of a martial artist of a higher grade, it’s unbeatable.”

Wei Yuan shook his head.

Saren Agu waved his hand and sent the two sorcerers to the distance, looking at Wei Yuan with no lack of appreciation:

“Touching the threshold of Harmonization, it’s just that this qi and blood is a bit weaker, peak third grade qi and blood, the realm of Harmonization. Well, if I’m not mistaken, you should have turned your original qi and blood into a blood elixir and preserved it. Over the past twenty years, your realm has risen, and your flesh and qi are still stuck at the third rank.

“Give you two or three more years of bonding time, and you’ll be able to step into the second rank as a matter of course. How did you hide it from Yuan Jing?”

Wei Yuan replied calmly, “The first ten years were peaceful, and the second ten years were a bit boring, so I planned to re-cultivate my martial arts. So I looked for the Supervisor and shielded the Heavenly Chance for me. However, it was still detected by Yuan Jing later.”

“Broken and good.”

Saren Agu nodded, “Supervisor Zheng must be very angry, if you didn’t waste your own cultivation in the first place, today, you won’t die here.”

Wei Yuan looked in the direction of the valley, towards the towering altar, and announced in a calm tone, “I’m going to seal the Sorcerer God.”

He took one step and it was a hundred feet.

The second step across will reach the altar in the valley.

Wei Yuan took the second step and returned to Saren Agu, and it was as if time had been reset.

The great sorcerer smiled, “I have assimilated with this heaven and earth, you can’t walk up to the altar even if you walk up for the rest of your life.”

This great sorcerer raised his hand and pressed it gently.

In an instant, the power of the entire world seemed to be exerted on Wei Yuan, pressing down on the bones of his entire body as they crackled and popped, and pressing down on the stagnation of the divine light on the surface of his body.

Grand Wizard!

Turning the power of heaven and earth into his own, controlling the power of nature, as if he were the master of the world, unrivaled.

That’s a first-rate product.

Against the terrifying oppressive force, Wei Yuan threw dozens of punches in an instant, all of which landed in the air, but Saren Agu didn’t dodge at all, it was Wei Yuan’s own punches that avoided his opponent.

“Kind of funny!”

The corner of Wei Yuan’s mouth curled up slightly, no longer throwing punches, his palms merged and he jabbed forward.

And then, with a forceful tear, as if tearing away an invisible curtain, heaven and earth returned to heaven and earth.

Saren Agu frowned slightly.

“I forgot to tell you that the meaning I comprehended at the fourth rank is called breaking formation.” Wei Yuan smiled gently:

“After I have merged with the Tao, there is no way in the world to trap me.”

Before Wei Yuan could reap the fruits of cracking the Grand Sorcerer Mage, a not real enough shadow descended and condensed on top of Arun Agu’s head, and then, this First Grade Grand Sorcerer, with one punch, sent Wei Yuan flying.

Boom!

Wei Yuan smashed into the ocean, raising a hundred-foot-high wave in a spectacular manner.

Saren Agu stood at the top of the mountain, overlooking Wei Yuan, who had broken the sea, and stood with his arms folded, nonchalantly saying:

“More than a thousand years ago, a Prince of Great Zhou, a Second Grade Martial Artist, traveled hundreds of miles across the country, as you did, and fought his way to the capital of the Yan Kingdom. At that time, the Witch God had already been sealed by the Confucian Sage and was unable to strike. The person who truly wore him down was me. And can you, Wei Yuan, be stronger than the Prince of the Great Zhou back then?”

A sorcerer’s means of summoning a spirit is a core ability during a fifth-rank consecration, but a fifth-rank consecration can only summon the spirit of an ancestor.

At a high grade, this ability will metamorphose, and in addition to ancestors, one can summon the heroic souls of those who are karmically entangled with him or her, including, but not limited to, friends, enemies, and defeated men who have been decapitated.

Theoretically, Saren Agu could even summon the spirit of the Primordial Superintendent because it was his disciple.

But it never worked, and contemporary supervisors are erasing that possibility.

Wei Yuan flew up, straight into the clouds, made a violent turn, and pounced down from the heights again.

Saren Agu’s right hand poked out of his hemp-colored robe and met him with a punch in the air.

Buzz!

Soldiers on both sides of the battle in the distance saw a scene that could be called a spectacle, as the top of Jing Mountain suddenly blossomed into a huge ripple that seemed to sweep across heaven and earth.

The ripples swept across the mountains, turning the woods into pieces; they swept across the oceans, causing wild waves to lift hundreds of meters high;

The cliff beneath Salen Agu’s feet “clattered” and cracked, and in a few seconds the entire cliff collapsed, sending falling rocks tumbling into the sea.

The ground beneath his feet rapidly collapsed, and Saren Agu remained motionless, his left hand slowly clenching his fist.

With this punch, Wei Yuan only felt that the entire heaven and earth were against him, and the magnificent and unrivaled power of heaven and earth, which could not be controlled, was integrated into one punch.

When!

The fist smashed into Wei Yuan’s chest, and the divine splendor on the surface of his body was like shattered glass, scattering into fine shards of light.

Wei Yuan’s sternum was shattered by this punch, and he inevitably spat out blood.

Saren Agu beckoned, ingested a stream of blood, smeared it on his palm, aimed it at Wei Yuan, and unleashed the spell-killing technique, “Die!”

Next to them, Ilbu and Udabota made the same maneuver, ingesting a small strand of Wei Yuan’s blood and unleashing the spell-killing technique, “Die!”

A Grand Sorcerer and two Spirit Wisdom Masters simultaneously unleashed a spell killing spell on Wei Yuan.

Boom Boom Boom …….. The sound of disintegration kept coming from Wei Yuan’s body, and a stream of blood mist gushed out from his pores.

At this moment, he seemed to be suffering from unimaginable pain, so much so that this Great Bong Military God, who had reigned supreme in the sands back then and had never changed his face in the face of a thousand armies, let out an agonizing, inhuman hiss.

Saren Agu appeared above Wei Yuan’s head and slowly clenched his fist, the heroic spirit of that Great Zhou Prince, clenching his fist in synchronization with him.

There was a dull popping sound between his fingers, as if he had clawed the air.

Saren Agu pulled back his right arm and slightly built up his strength before punching Wei Yuan in the head.

At the critical moment, a martial artist’s instinct for danger allowed Wei Yuan to gain a moment of clarity, and he made a rather crucial life-saving move – leaning back!

The fist punched through his chest and stabbed through his posterior, taking with it flesh and blood and the small half of his spine.

“In these nearly two thousand years, you are one of the most talented I’ve ever seen, the High Ancestor of that year, and the later Wu Zong, are all inferior to you. It would be a pity to kill you.”

Saren Agu’s arm thickened a few times, his muscles swelled, and he was about to shatter Wei Yuan’s body, when in the next second, his Qi suddenly leaked out like a tidal wave.

The shadow of the Great Zhou Prince flickered several times and collapsed into nothing.

Saren Agu, the great sorcerer of the Witch God Cult, one of the few First Grade experts in Kyushu, looked down incredulously, looking at his chest, where an ancient carving knife was stuck.

“It hurts!” Wei Yuan smiled warmly.