12.7

The Thunder Spirit Root was very different from the Five Elements Spirit Roots, there were almost no spells that could restrain it, and it was the most powerful type of Spirit Root. Learning that Fang Xinghai was nothing more than the most useless Mist Spiritual Root, Song Yufei’s scorn for him instantly faded by half.

Mist Spirit Root cultivators were good at concealment, if they transformed into an invisible and untraceable mist, there was really no way for the onlookers to cause damage to him, but he could emerge unknowingly to sneak attack, this was about Fang Xinghai’s greatest advantage.

Mo language, Zou Yiming successively hit the dark plan, to Song Yufei here, but can completely not eat his set.

“Fang Xinghai, I haven’t seen you for a long time, but you still like to hide your head like before. You have a despicable and timid character, and this Mist Spirit Root is really the most suitable spirit root for you.” He raised his hands and pinched a thunderous spell.

Purple lightning exploded in the air, instantly covering the entire thick fog through the conduction of tiny water droplets. For ordinary cultivators, launching a group attack spell was an extremely spirit energy consuming act, but for Thunder Spirit Root Cultivators, every one of their attacks could cause great destruction with only a small amount of spirit energy consumed.

This was especially true in places where water vapor was all over the place. Song Yufei discovered long ago that water conducts electricity.

“Thunder Spirit Root cultivators are really good!” The disciples under the stage couldn’t help but let out exclamations when they saw the thick fog wrapped in a mass of lightning.

Hidden in the mist, Zhou Yunsheng could naturally feel the paralyzing sensation brought about by the lightning as it penetrated his body, however, he had even managed to carry through the Nine Nine Heavy Heavens, so lightning of this power could not harm him at all. However, the lightning evaporated the water droplets, causing his mist to thin out.

His atomized body loomed in the air, and he had to lift his fingertips to extract spiritual energy to create more mist. What he called extracting spiritual energy was not extracting his own spiritual energy or the spiritual energy in the air, but Song Yufei’s spiritual energy.

This was the most terrifying and defensible aspect of the mist that he had refined – the ability to penetrate into the cultivator’s body along with the aura, and then run out again with more aura after a week and a day of circulation. Spreading, invading, absorbing, and dissipating, these were the characteristics of the mist, and Zhou Yunsheng incorporated these characteristics into his gong methods to maximize their power.

Seeing that the mist became thin in the lightning strike, Song Yufei smiled faintly and pinched a few more spells one after another. Purple electric light saved everywhere, emitting a numbing buzzing sound, if Fang Xinghai was hiding in the mist, it must be very unpleasant at this moment. Song Yufei only needed to wait for him to show his form to smash his Jindan with a punch.

Hadn’t the Supreme Elder said that life and death would not matter when it came to the competition stage? Since Fang Xinghai was able to treat others that way, he was naturally able to return the favor in the same way. If the Supreme Elder had to trouble him, the big deal would be to leave the Wuji Immortal Sect.

He didn’t have much deep feelings for the clan originally either.

But soon, he noticed that the situation was different. The spiritual qi within his dantian began to flow uncontrollably towards his meridians, then escaped into the air along his pores, turning into a white mist. The mist that had been vaporized by the lightning had become dense again, and if he continued to attack, he would only consume more of his spiritual energy.

How could this happen? Song Yufei was shocked, and hurriedly used his divine sense to look inside his dantian, and discovered that the surface of his jindan was covered with a layer of white mist at some point, and that they were transporting spiritual qi into the jindan, only to bring more spiritual qi to drill outside his body, as if there was something outside that was tugging on them.

Fang Xinghai! In the end, I have underestimated you! Song Yufei gritted his teeth and immediately ran his gong method to dispel the white mist on the surface of the Jindan. However, this layer disappeared, and with the inhalation of spiritual qi from the outside, it would soon be re-covered with another layer that was simply unending.

It was only at this moment that Song Yufei realized that Fang Xinghai had actually attached the refined mist to the aura, and as long as he still needed to absorb the aura, he would be able to continuously extract the aura from his dantian. This kind of gong method is really bizarre, calling for one’s defense to be inadvertent and unavoidable!

Only then did Song Yufei put down his previous arrogance and took out the yin and yang two qi bottle that was treasured in the jade ring. This is a top-level magic weapon, although with the innate treasure can not be compared, but also only a line, can absorb all things to dispel the evil Chong, but also will be able to cultivation higher than their own two realms of cultivators inhaled into the bottle refining into aura.

Song Yufei had precisely relied on the Yin-Yang Dual Qi Bottle to escape countless killings, and had also refined many cultivators without God’s knowledge. They had now long since been transformed into aura stored in his dantian, and if Fang Xinghai’s technique hadn’t been so treacherous and unpredictable, he would never have risked exposure by taking it out.

Fortunately, the dense fog on the stage was so thick that it could still cover up one or two things, and it was only necessary to hide the magic weapon when the fog was completely sucked clean. Song Yufei opened the bottle stopper, will be the precious light flashing bottle mouth aimed at the surrounding fog, if Fang Xinghai hidden in it, will not be able to escape this disaster.

Only a gust of wind was heard, and the thick fog was sucked into the mouth of the bottle as much as possible, revealing the blackened disciples under the stage.

Song Yufei took advantage of the mist before it dissipated to quickly put the precious bottle into the jade ring, looked around, and shouted in a feigned manner, “Fang Xinghai, stop hiding, come out!” As he shouted, he sacrificed several splitting thunderbolts.

The disciples under the stage followed suit, looking left and right for Fang Xinghai’s figure.

Song Yufei had long since made up his mind to pretend that he couldn’t find Fang Xinghai. Inside and outside the jade ring, the fairy has placed countless prohibitions, in the words of the fairy – unless the immortal emperor immortal father descends, or else it is impossible for people in this world to find out that there is another world inside the jade ring. When the fight was over, he first refined Fang Xinghai’s Jindan, then destroyed his mind to make him a fool, and then found an extremely dangerous place to release him.

When the Supreme Elder found Fang Xinghai, he had already turned into a pile of white bones. Without evidence, the Supreme Elder couldn’t do anything to himself, and if he had to ask for punishment, the mysterious cave that he had found would also be able to escape the Supreme Elder’s search. There is a very abundant spiritual qi, compared to the Wuji Immortal Sect is not bad at all, such as the strength of the enhancement, later naturally have the opportunity to return to the clan.

Song Yufei heart envisioned very well, also pregnant with the determination to break the boat. If he wants to tolerate a villain like Fang Xinghai, he can’t do it. Even if he willingly lost to Fang Xinghai in this competition, can Fang Xinghai really let him go in the future? The other party is how the heart of revenge no one than Song Yufei better understand.

However, he did not know that Zong Yi had already broken through the woman’s restraints, and used his Yuan Shen to severely injure the woman. For the sake of her own Xuan Xian face, the woman said nothing about this matter. If he really put Fang Xinghai into the yin and yang two qi bottle refining, Zong Yi can see through it at a glance, and will also beat him out of his soul.

When the stunning woman within the jade ring saw him acting like this, she also realized what he was playing at, and was about to open her mouth to warn him, but she found that a sudden change had occurred.

Just see attached to the Song Yufei robe on the tiny droplets of water instantly turned into a thick fog will again surround him, which has a wisp of light gray mist drilled into the body along his nostrils, and the bubbling spiritual qi convergence into the dantian deposited down.

In the blink of an eye, the stage was shrouded in fog again, leaving the disciples below the stage in a state of confusion.

“Was it fun?” Zhou Yunsheng attached himself to Song Yufei’s left ear like a ghost.

Song Yufei’s fist was covered in lightning light and blasted towards him, but only hit a mist.

“You have quite a few treasures.” Zhou Yunsheng attached himself to his right ear and playfully laughed this time.

Song Yufei’s face was gloomy, knowing that the other party was afraid that he had his eyes on his treasures. Such things as killing and seizing treasures were already the norm in the cultivation world, and once Fang Xinghai had his mind on him, he would only have one way to die, who let him have a master with high magical power.

In this case, today, he had to kill Fang Xinghai. Regardless of life and death on the competition stage, this is the clan’s rule, the Supreme Elder will not explicitly deal with himself, and he still has time to plan a way back.

Song Yufei’s eyes scratched a flash of fierce killing intent, and he suddenly emptied all the aura in his dantian and used the most powerful move, Thunder Rushing Cloud Lumpy. The blue sky outside the fog was suddenly filled with flipping and rolling clouds, and there were even rumbling thunder sounds from far and near, resounding through the sky.

At first glance one would think that some cultivator was about to cross the threshold.

The disciples under the stage immediately withdrew from the area covered by the dark clouds to avoid being affected, and at the same time, they also sighed that Thunder Spirit Root Cultivators were indeed the most powerful anomalies in terms of mana.

Zhou Yunsheng was hidden in the mist with a loose smile. He wasn’t even afraid of the Nine-Nine Heavy Tribulation, so how would he put this kind of small lightning strike in his eyes.

Song Yufei continuously pinched his magic, laying down layers of restrictions on the stage, one to prevent Fang Xinghai from escaping, and the other to enhance the power of the thunder. In less than a breath, he had already laid nine layers of prohibitions, and at the same time, the thick lightning bolt also roared down from the sky, ruthlessly smashing on the competition stage.

The fog beads crackled and exploded, forming purple smoke, the power of which seemed to be able to destroy the sky and the earth. Song Yufei stood at the center of the spell formation, constantly changing his hand techniques, making this place completely turn into a realm of thunder, vowing to split Fang Xinghai to the point where not even crumbs remained.

“Is that all you’re capable of?” Zhou Yunsheng condensed his atomized body into a solid body and laughed coldly.

Song Yufei lifted his fingertips slightly, inviting a few lightning bolts to strike towards him.

“I also know how to set up a Thunder Formation, so you can try it as well.” Zhou Yunsheng’s body suddenly transformed into a mist and then into a solid body, traveling through several columns of lightning with ease while releasing the nine nine heavenly thunders that had previously been absorbed by the black hole.

Creepy roars exploded in the air, and the falling thunder, which was even more brilliant and terrifying than Song Yufei’s lightning, spread out in the thick white mist and attacked Song Yufei.

Fang Xinghai was clearly a Mist Spiritual Root, how could he control thunder? Song Yufei’s pace was disorganized in shock, and he was hit by the falling thunder. It was reasonable to say that he was a Thunder Spirit Root cultivator and would not be afraid of thunder and lightning, however, the thunder in the Nine Nine Heavy Heavens Heist was not an extraordinary object.

Not to mention that he is only in the late Jindan stage of cultivation, even the Ninth Happening Immortal will only be able to endure this kind of falling thunder.

Body surface charred black, meridians are broken, jindan repeated vibration under the silk cracks, and so on, I am afraid that will fall here. Song Yufei wanted to break free, but was tightly entangled by the swimming dragon like lightning can not move, the only remaining heart full of despair.

“Fairy, save me!” He finally gave up his dignity and asked for help from the stunning woman inside the jade ring.

The woman also hoped that he ascended to take himself back to the immortal world, since he could not stand by and watch him die, running the magic power to isolate the falling thunder, throwing him toward the stage.

“I admit defeat!” Before landing on the ground, Song Yufei shouted as hard as he could.

Surrounding the crowd only saw the mist strewn with lightning, and a more powerful than a powerful, the last few even cloth the defense array of the clan boundaries are shaking, rumbling cracks many cracks, they thought it was the thunder root of the Song Yufei in the casting of spells, the heart can not help but respect and fear.

“Senior Brother Song deserves to be the best of this class of disciples!”

“What kind of spell is this? What a powerful might! I’m afraid it can even cut down experts at the YuanYing stage!”

“Thunder Spirit Root cultivators really are heaven-defying existences! Senior uncle is afraid that this time, he will be in grave danger!”

There was a lot of talking and talking.

On the high platform, the Peak Master of Thunder Origin Peak stared at the last few falling thunderbolts revealing a contemplative expression. This level of technique, not to mention Song Yufei, even his own self, who was already in the late stage of the Transitional Succession, was afraid that he wouldn’t be able to perform it.

The remaining Peak Masters and Elders surveyed Zong Yi’s expression from time to time, fearing that he would become furious as a result.

The Red Sky Realist looked at the fighting stage with an expressionless face as a wave of pleasure surged in his heart. If Song Yufei could kill Fang Xinghai, he wouldn’t mind going against the Supreme Elder thus saving his life.

Life and death on the competition stage is regardless of life and death, this is the rule of the clan, no one can say anything.

But in the next instant, his quick eyes turned into astonishment, only to see the charred and blackened Song Yufei fly out of the fog and fall heavily on the stage, shouting under his breath I admit defeat.

A few disciples were quick to catch him and were shocked when they saw his wretched appearance. What is this situation? Wasn’t Senior Brother Song a Thunder Spirit Root? How could he be struck by the thunder he had invited into this miserable state?

Zhou Yunsheng inhaled the Falling Thunder and Dense Mist into his dantian, walked to the edge of the competition stage and looked down at Song Yufei, making a gesture of gouging and digging into the Golden Dan.

Song Yufei spat out a few mouthfuls of blood and crawled over to Taiping Zhengxin’s side with a heart full of resentment.

In the end, he was his own disciple, how could he stand by and watch him being humiliated. Taiping Zhenren stuffed a Yuan Returning Pill into his mouth and arched his hand at Zong Yi, “Elder Taishang, my disciple has already admitted defeat, so let’s put an end to this fight, shall we?”

Zong Yi stood up and walked towards the apprentice, speaking carelessly, “Yes.”

The two of them flew towards Burning Silence Peak on the black sword light, leaving behind the crowd of disciples who looked at each other with inexplicable expressions.

It’s over? You don’t even want the rewards from the Grand Competition? Fang Xinghai had indeed come for revenge. He had fought for three matches, yet he hadn’t even let the onlookers catch a glimpse of a single move, his strength was truly unfathomable!

“Go back.” Taiping Zhenren picked up Song Yufei, and the lightning flashed under his feet, disappearing in place.

The Red Sky Realist waved his hand to dismiss the crowd and looked at Burning Silence Peak with a gloomy gaze for a long time before he slowly left.

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Mo Yan was lying on the bed, due to the root bones being taken away, no part of his body could move except for his eyes, and an unbearable sharp pain was coming from his abdomen.

“Did you find out clearly? Did Senior Brother Song kill Fang Xinghai?” Seeing the daoist boy who pushed the door in, she asked sinisterly.

“Senior Brother Song is defeated.” The daoist boy knelt beside the bed and spoke in a small voice.

Mo Yan’s eyes blemished and hissed madly.

“What are you shouting for! If not for your stupidity, how would you have ended up in this situation today? You say you have a good single spirit root, why did you go and rob someone else’s Heaven Mending Grass?” Red Sky Realist walked over to the bedside and spoke coldly.

Mo Yan regretted it so much that she couldn’t wait to turn back time, she would never listen to Song Yufei’s encouragement to help him find the Heaven Mending Grass again.

“Father, you must have a way to help me restore my spiritual roots to remake my Jindan, right? Father, you are the Patriarch of the Wuji Immortal Sect.” She asked hopefully.

“Do you think I’m a Supreme Elder? In order to restore your spiritual roots and remodel your Jindan, the only thing in the world that can do it is the Heaven Taking Creation Pill. However, the herbs used to make the Heaven Taking Creation Pill are so precious that I’ve never even heard of them, let alone finding them for you. Even if I could find all of them, where would I find a Chaos level master to refine them for you? Don’t imagine that my father is too powerful. At the moment, my father can only let you regrow your mortal bones, and I’m afraid that you won’t be able to cultivate immortality anymore.” The Red Sky Realist spoke in a calm tone, but his eyes were slightly reddened.

This was, after all, the only heir that Dao Couple had used up her cultivation and life to give birth to for him. How could he not be heartbroken?

“No! I don’t want to become mortal! Father can you bear to watch me grow old and sick and turn into a shovelful of earth?” Mo Yu cried out in despair, “Father, go beg the Supreme Elder and ask him to give me a Heaven Taking Creation Pill! I am willing to apologize to Fang Xinghai, even if I kowtow to him! I’ll go around him when I see him in the future and never mess with him again!”

The scene of that person drawing out her root bones, smashing her dantian, and crushing her jindan kept flashing in her mind like a nightmare, she was really scared, had she known that Fang Xinghai’s methods were so cruel and poisonous, she wouldn’t have messed with him even if she had died.

“You think the Heaven Taking Creation Pill is that easy to refine? Say give you just give you?” Red Sky Real Person whisked his sleeve away, pondered for a few hours, finally put down his stance and headed to Burning Silence Peak to make amends, but when he arrived at the foot of the mountain, he heard the puppet dao boy say that the Supreme Elder and Fang Xinghai had gone into seclusion, and was afraid that they wouldn’t be coming out for a few decades.

The Red Sky Realist was unable to do so, and could only give his daughter the Bone Born Pill first, so that she could grow mortal bones, and then spent a lot of money to purchase a Life Extension Pill and a Face Nourishing Pill, which would guarantee her two hundred years of longevity and youthful appearance, and then had her sent off to the mortal world. She had offended too many people in the Wuji Immortal Sect, and now that she had no ability to defend herself, she might be assassinated one day.

Mo Yan cried and screamed, also intended to break into the burning silence peak to plead for mercy. But Zong Yi earlier said that she is not allowed to step into the peak again, so not waiting for the Taoist children to block the defense array will throw her out.

Repentant, Mo Yu crouched at the foot of the mountain and cried for a long time.

On the other end, Zou Yiming, whose Jindan was pinched and exploded, lost his position as the Sovereign’s First Disciple and was relocated to the compartment where ordinary disciples lived. His abdominal injuries had healed, and when he was about to draw qi into his body again he found that his dantian was filled with a gray mist. The mist absorbed the spiritual qi he introduced, and then flew down the meridians and out of his body, not being able to retain a single bit of it.

He repeated his attempts many times without success, and only then did his calm expression begin to erupt, revealing a maniacal demeanor.

“Fang Xinghai, you’re too deceitful!” He kicked open the door of his room and ran towards Burning Silence Peak. Right now he was just a mortal, he couldn’t even do anything to draw qi into his body, so how could he talk about flying with a sword. If the mist in his abdomen did not dissipate, he would be forever insulated from the immortal path, and that would be worse than killing him.

Undoubtedly, he was also stopped by the daoist boy, and when he learned that Fang Xinghai was going to be in seclusion for decades, he went berserk and chopped the trees beside him.

Song Yufei while recuperating from his injuries, while also paying attention to Mo Yu and Zou Yiming’s movements, learned that the two have become mortals, one was sent to the mortal world, one can’t even lead the qi into the body, and here by a group of danmasters as a medicinal man to do all sorts of experiments, can’t help but be secretly shocked.

“What a venomous tactic! If it wasn’t for the fairy throwing me out of the ring in time, I’m afraid I’d end up like the two of them right now.”

“Don’t mess with that master and disciple two in the future. Their techniques are not simple, it’s the first time I’ve seen a cultivator with a Mist Spirit Root able to control thunder with that much power, the Nine Nine Heavy Tribulation is nothing more than that.” The stunning woman’s expression was grave.

Song Yufei hesitated, “It’s not a matter of whether or not I provoke him now. On the competition stage, he saw me take out the yin and yang two air bottles with his own eyes, and now I’m afraid he’s already thinking about it.”

“Then leave the clan to travel outside. Once you have accumulated enough strength you won’t have to be afraid of other people’s thoughts.”

“What the fairy said is true, that’s exactly what I’m thinking.”

The two of them left the clan soon after the discussion, and only halfway there did Song Yufei realize that something was wrong with his Jindan. Its light is getting dimmer and dimmer every day, gradually turning from a brilliant golden color to a grayish-black color, just like becoming a waste dan.

“Fairy, how did this happen?” Song Yufei’s voice trembled.

Jade woman also confused, with the divine sense into the jindan, found that the internal has been hollowed out, wrapped in a gray-black fog, the fog wafted a very light smell of medicine, is actually one of the most insidious pills in the cultivation world – Soul Melting Pill. This kind of medicine can dissolve jindan, yuan ying, yuan god, and then let the cultivator’s body death, as early as ten thousand years ago by the major clans to destroy the formula, completely eliminated in the cultivation world.

Just who was it that could not only refine this kind of elixir, but also introduce it silently into Song Yufei’s dantian right under her nose? When the stunning woman thought about it, she could only think of Fang Xinghai.

What a devious mind, what a devious tactic, she couldn’t help but applaud the other party.

When Song Yufei heard the woman’s analysis, he immediately wanted to run back to the sect to kill Fang Xinghai regardless. However, he knew that even in his heyday, he was no match for Fang Xinghai, let alone now.

The Supreme Elder deserved to be a Supreme Elder, even a waste like Fang Xinghai could be tuned – taught by him to become a cultivation wizard. Song Yufei’s cynical eyes were red, barely calming down, asking the woman if there was a way to save him.

The woman wasn’t sure, and said the names of a few spiritual herbs that could cure a hundred poisons, leaving him to find them on his own. The two of them hid and stumbled as they traveled west.

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Forty years later, Zhou Yunsheng woke up from his meditation, and Zong Yi woke up with him. The two of them pressed their foreheads against each other, their divine senses intersecting in the void, colliding with dazzling sparks. Zhou Yunsheng could not hold back and slightly inclined his head, containing Zong Yi’s thin lips.

Zong Yi hugged him to his lap and carefully savored the sweet taste between his lips. In terms of cultivation, the current Zhou Yunsheng could already impact the YuanYing stage, but the Hundred Herb Mystic Realm would be opening soon, and he still needed to retrieve Fang Wenguang’s bones for burial, so he didn’t have time to cross the threshold. A Body Refining Technique and a Soul Refining Technique made him stronger and stronger, and he had a premonition that when he cultivated to the Mahayana Stage he would be able to break free from the shackles of the Lord God and have a brand new body.

After a kiss, Zhou Yunsheng stroked Zong Yi’s hardened scruff and laughed, “I’m going to the Hundred Herb Mystic Realm, will you go with me?”

“The spirit medicine needed for the seventh turn is still one short of being found, I’m going to make a trip to the Demon Realm.” Zong Yi sighed rather regretfully.

The two of them were mushy for a while before opening the Heaven Breaking Palace’s forbidden system. When the Red Sky Realist heard the news, he immediately came to pay his respects, pleading with the Elder to grant him a Heaven Taking Creation Pill, which was unceremoniously rejected by Zong Yi.

Refining an elixir was only a trivial matter to him, but Mo Yan was his disciple’s enemy, and it was already a mercy that he didn’t kill her with his own hands, so how could he help her to return to the path of immortality?

It would be best for her to die in the mortal world.

The Red Sky Realist was unable to do so and could only bid farewell and leave, secretly hating the two masters and disciples in his heart.