Please call me Huanxian

Chapter 312 Take this punch from me!
An endless stream of bean soldiers rushed out from the illusionary realm that was flashing with silver light, their momentum connected into pieces and continuously exploded in the night sky.

The furious gray-shadow black spirit suddenly reacted, and a black crystal light flashed and howled violently, bypassing the silver area blocking the front. "Snap", the black light turned into a forest of afterimages, and fiercely hit the inconspicuous black fog surging in the valley.

Zeng Wanglou, who was in the small world of black fog, suddenly felt the pressure doubled.

Apart from the confiscated black umbrella, he had no other treasures on him that could match his cultivation level.

He was proud of his status and was too arrogant to shamelessly ask Xu for resources. Besides, the fifth-level Yingcai crystal produced in Fucai Ridge was not of much use to him. He accepted a bag and would have to fight for the rest of the materials and treasures with his own hands.

Working together with Xu Xiaozi, they successfully trapped a black spirit.

It was also the first time for him to fight against the black spirit. The experience he had learned through conversations and reading books for more than two months was just theory after all. It was easy to entangle the black spirit, but he found that it would cost a lot to kill the trapped black spirit in a short period of time.

Because he didn't have a powerful treasure that could kill a sixth-level black spirit with one strike.

The arrow is on the string and has to be shot. Otherwise, if it is delayed for too long, the small world created by the Black Umbrella will be broken under the attack from both inside and outside, and they will all face unpredictable dangers.

"Yuanchang, block the tea time for me!"

Zeng Wanglou decided to destroy the trapped black spirit in one fell swoop at all costs.

He needed to seize the necessary resources from the sixth-level black spirit in order to improve his own predicament.

Kill one with the force of thunder first. The remaining gray spirit is nothing to be afraid of. It will definitely not dare to stay and fight to the death. Because it is outnumbered, it will worry about accidentally falling into the predicament of the illusion and seeking death.

Xu Yuanchang scattered two handfuls of ghost beans in succession. The number of third-level bean soldiers he could now control had reached one hundred and twenty.

The shrinking silver area moved and spread rapidly, covering most of the valley and enduring the rain-like attack of black light.

The two teams of bean soldiers circled in defense, and were quickly consumed with a "crackling" sound.

The little tree spirit who was hiding felt the violent attack like a tidal wave at close range and she was terrified.

She is still too weak. Any aftermath of a sixth-level attack is enough to break her apart and destroy her.

There was a bulge in the ground, rapidly approaching the rapidly flashing silver phantom area.

"Snap", a black light flashed, like a sharp blade slashing, rocks splashed, leaving a huge crack, a root as thick as an arm shattered into pieces, and green juice flowed all over the ground.

"Hurry, Grandma Jiao Teng is coming from the opposite direction."

Liu Xianfeng shouted via voice transmission.

She had been getting along with Grandma Jiao Teng for a long time, and immediately understood her intention of making a feint to the east and attacking in the west.

Xu Yuanchang hurriedly opened a gap, and the dragon vine grabbed Xu Shengtian and rushed out from the ground. The black light in the sky cut down violently, but was blocked by a team of remaining bean soldiers. There was a sound of exploding beans, and the powder was blown away by the strong wind.

The timing was just right, and the opening closed with a flash of silver light.

The crutch in Jiao Teng's hand was broken short, her white hair was disheveled, and she looked in a miserable state. If she had not seen the opportunity quickly, she and Xu Shengtian would have been seriously injured in the cave and would definitely not have been able to withstand the second attack.

The sixth-order black spirit they encountered this time was far more powerful than any previous one.

Jiao Teng had already sensed the critical situation, and she couldn't just sit back and watch. So after a brief discussion with Xu Shengtian, she ventured in to help, saying, "I'll go down and help Fellow Daoist Zeng to entangle the trapped black spirit for a while, so that he can concentrate on attacking. It won't be good for anyone if it drags on for too long."

"Mr. Zeng, what do you think?"

Xu Yuanchang did not make a decision on his own and asked loudly.

He urged the Magic Glass Mirror to maneuver desperately to resolve the all-pervasive attacks.

The Creation Altar in the middle of the ring space was filled with various low-level resources. The light was rippling, refining the materials and providing a constant supply of energy to Xu Yuanchang, who was rapidly consuming energy.

There is still a bit of a shortage of supply and the pressure is too great.

He controlled the Magic Mirror to expand the protection range too wide, and was attacked from all sides, and the mana and energy consumed doubled.

Zeng Wanglou chanted a spell to split himself into two, and he decided to consume one of his Shinto secret clones.

As shouts were heard from above, the thick black fog turned blurry and translucent.

"Come down, fellow Daoist Jiao Teng, please help me entangle the black spirit that can transform and escape for a while, and I will crush it with the 'Divine Hammer'."

Zeng Wanglou knew that the Jiao vine had a move called "Jiao entanglement", which could barely be used to deal with the sixth-level black spirit trapped in the small world. The price would be the loss of the vine crutch that was always with him, and he would be seriously injured by the backlash and need one or two years to recuperate.

It can help him a little at the critical moment and get him a favorable opportunity to attack.

The clone's two fists quickly expanded and turned into huge hammers.

There is a gleam of light lingering and flashing.

Jiao Teng flew into the small world of the opened black umbrella and stared at the several black shadows that were rushing left and right in the small world with extraordinary bravery. No wonder Fellow Zeng couldn't get rid of the trapped black spirit. The black spirit in front of him was good at breaking up into small pieces and dispersing secret methods, which delayed the time.

After hearing Daoyou Zeng's arrangements, she quickly weighed the pros and cons.

Xu Yuanzhang saw the problem at a glance and shouted, "Wait."

The Shinto clone is completely different from the incarnation puppet he refined. When his incarnation exploded, it did not damage his own cultivation. The Shinto clone is considered a part of the Shinto cultivator himself. If it is lost, his cultivation will drop accordingly.

He didn't expect that Lao Zeng was so poor that he had almost no magic weapon to use except an umbrella. He was usually cool, but at the critical moment he had to use his clone to fight shirtless without saying a word to him.

Pick out three wooden thorns from the ring space and throw them into the small world.

The soul core used to deal with black spirits in the past was quite useful, like using chopsticks to poke tofu, ignoring the black spirit's defense.

"Mr. Zeng, this is a wooden thorn from the remains of the seventh-level Thousand Soul Flower. It is only three feet long. Can you see if it is suitable for use?"

"Haha, that's enough. You have good stuff but you hide it. That's not nice of you."

Zeng Wanglou took the wooden spike and immediately felt something different. The remains of the seventh-level god's body were a magical weapon to him, a sixth-level cultivator. Even if it was not refined, it was still extremely lethal when used as a short weapon.

He dabbled in Taoism, battle formation, calculation, physical training and other arts, and once used his fists and feet to teach Zeng Shanlang a lesson.

Holding the wooden spike in a small area, you can exert extremely strong killing power.

He was in a very good mood and even made a joke. He secretly admired Xu's luck that he could even get the wooden thorns of the seventh-level god's body. Ordinary fourth-level monks could not even gnaw on the seventh-level god's body.

However, the divine body that had returned to heaven and earth and was decaying had lost its value for use.

"Fellow Daoist Jiao Teng, get ready."

Zeng Wanglou flicked his fingers, and the pressure in the small world suddenly increased, forcing several black shadows that were running around into the corner of the small world.

The black spirits seemed to sense that the situation was not good and instantly merged into one.

It knew that its companions outside were trying their best to rescue it, and it just had to be smart and hold on for a while.

It’s hard to say who will win in the end.

"Do it!"

Zeng Wanglou shouted, and he controlled the black umbrella to exert its power of confinement, briefly restraining the slippery black spirit. A dark green light timely covered the black spirit that was struggling to break free and trying to transform and disperse. Countless light and shadow vines circled tightly, emitting a rich green mist of vitality, and trapped the sixth-level black spirit.

The black spirit let out a sharp cry and suddenly expanded outwards.

The larger its body becomes, the more it can hide its soul core and vital parts, so that it will not be seriously injured by a single blow from an opponent who is eyeing it covetously.

The entangled vines made a sharp cracking sound, but new vines of light and shadow kept growing, twisting and circling like the shadow of a dragon, fighting with the sixth-level black spirit that wanted to escape.

Jiao Teng used his own body and the magic weapon Tengguai as means, showing his determination to fight to the death.

The pain was so severe that it seemed to break her body, and she couldn't help but urge: "Hurry up!"

She couldn't hold on for long. The counterattack of the sixth-level black spirit made her feel terrified, but she couldn't give up halfway.

She had no choice but to trust Zeng Daoyou, with whom she had no friendship. In fact, she believed in Xu Xiaoyou, and they would stick together to fight against the powerful enemy, and that he would not harm her, an outlier.

She would definitely not take such a risk next time.

You can never put your life and death in the hands of others, even if you are beaten to death. One painful experience of touching death is enough.

Zeng Wanglou and his clone attacked at the same time, as fast as a breeze, stabbing at the ball that had expanded to eight feet in size from both sides. The wooden thorns pierced into the gaps between the vines, and with two "puff" sounds, unparalleled force burst out.

"You retreat!"

Zeng Wanglou shouted at the same time, he planned before acting, and aimed at the vital position of the black spirit.

Even though the wooden spike was too short to reach the soul core, the force of the attack from both sides caused severe damage to the black spirit, preventing it from escaping in a short period of time.

The densely entangled vines of light and shadow suddenly exploded, and the old lady Jiao Teng, holding the only remaining dragon head of the crutch in her hand, fell more than ten feet away. Her face was pale, and she fled away with nimble hands and feet.

After walking on the brink of life and death, she ran to the edge of the black fog.

Hearing the desperate and shrill scream of the black spirit, I suddenly felt less pain in my body.

Her efforts this time were not in vain.

Liu Xianfeng, who was hiding in the young master's sleeve, witnessed the tense and exciting scene below, and her heart was relieved. At the critical moment, Grandma Jiao Teng was very courageous and dared to fight. She was still too timid, and she would learn from Grandma Jiao Teng next time.

Xu Yuanchang controlled the Magic Mirror and passively took the beating, gritting his teeth and trying his best to delay.

He had never felt that time passed so slowly before, slower than a snail. The bean soldiers he threw out were less and less able to buy him a chance to breathe. The black light in the sky was like a whip lashing at the constantly changing and fluctuating silver area.

The energy provided by the Creation Altar for refining materials can no longer supply the loss.

His magic power was rapidly depleting, and the wave after wave of vibrations made him exhausted. He saw Lao Zeng below waving the wooden spikes, piercing the shrinking black spirit again and again. He knew that the violent attack of the gray spirit outside was its last madness, and was about to stop and escape.

The situation has reversed, and he who knows the times is a hero.

"Uncle San, please open a hole for a moment. I have completed the 'Spell to Summon the Gods' and need to 'reach the heavens'."

Xu Shengtian held his hands as if holding incense and made a strange magic gesture with a solemn face. He was very angry that the gray spirit outside bullied his uncle so much. He wanted to make the arrogant sixth-level gray spirit pay the price.

He doesn't have much ability, but he can ask for help from the Divine Court.

Xu Yuanchang glanced at his nephew's serious expression, quickly released the overhead protection, and opened a hole about a foot wide.

He had already figured out the Gray Spirit's attack pattern. The opponent would attack over a large area and would not be precise and persistent on a certain point. Because the illusion domain was always flowing and there was almost no pattern to be found, if one wanted to break the illusion domain, one had to attack with force, there was no shortcut.

Xu Shengtian released the magic spell into the air, instantly felt the response, and bowed down.

The dark world can also communicate with the upper world, which is great.

He learned the exquisite application of the spell to summon gods from his junior sister, and placed all of the price he was willing to pay for summoning gods and the cultivation requirements for inviting the gods' incarnations to descend to the mortal world into the spell in advance. If the gods agreed, everyone would be happy.

If he doesn’t agree, just forget it and treat it as if he never asked you. Raise the conditions a little bit and try again next time.

Xu Yuanchang sealed the hole before the gray spirit's attack arrived.

A ray of golden light suddenly cut through the sky, passed through the thick night and the murderous wind, and landed a hundred feet away, transforming into a mighty god about three feet tall with a human face and leopard patterns, his whole body shining with golden light.

The attack seven or eight miles away suddenly stopped, the gray shadow panicked and disappeared, quickly fleeing into the distance.

It was secretly regretting its decision. When its companions screamed, it should have stopped and walked away, not hoping for luck.

This caused big trouble that was difficult to get out of.

There is only one sixth-level monk in this team of human monks, but he is unreasonably evil in every way.

It should have thought of it earlier, that human should hold it back, and other humans should take the time to invite help.

"Take this punch from me!"

The golden god threw an ordinary punch, but in the eyes of Xu Shengtian in the illusion realm, it was as complex and mysterious as a raging storm, with endless changes, which made him fascinated.

The fist shadow is like a mountain, which is wonderful beyond words.

The gray spirit screamed in despair, revealed its figure and turned around to chop with black crystal light, trying to block the fist shadow attack.

"Bang", the gray spirit exploded along with the black crystal light, and the fist shadow passed through and disappeared into the vast night.

Xu Yuanchang was almost stunned. Was it so easy to deal with that powerful opponent?
When did my nephew acquire such a powerful ability?
He knew the truth that "it's easier to invite a god than to send him away", so he quickly asked in a voice transmission: "Shengtian, what price do you need to pay to invite the senior god? I still have Taiyuan Stone, Solid Foundation Stone, Soul-enhancing Jade and other natural treasures."

He took out some rare materials and handed them to his nephew.

Xu Shengtian did not refuse. He took the materials and walked out of the illusionary realm, bowing to the golden light god who was looking over: "Junior greets the God, thank you for helping me out."

He had asked his junior sister about the ancient mountain god Wu Luo, and had some understanding of this god who would grant any request.

"Alright, don't be so polite. I can't stay in the dark world any longer. Let's go."

The golden god waved his hand and offered three rituals for the summoner to choose from. He casually drew 30% of the summoner's cultivation and soul power. A ray of colorful light floated into his hand, and the whole person turned into a golden light and broke through the air.

How could he appreciate the natural treasures of the upper and lower worlds?
It's not easy to come down to the human world. If he hadn't had a connection with the little god cultivator, would he have paid attention to the spell to summon gods?
He had no interest in even taking a second glance at the other sixth-level cultivator.

If people told others about the small amount of gift he received, the old guys would definitely laugh their heads off. They thought that this great god was too cheap.

Xu Shengtian's body seemed to be drained of energy and the blood on his face instantly disappeared.

"Farewell, Lord God!"

It was too difficult to invite gods. He had only invited the sixth-level clone of the god, and it almost cost him his life.

But it was worth it to be able to witness the God King use his magic to control the mountain.

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(End of this chapter)