Please call me Huanxian

Chapter 313: Enemies don’t get together

Holding the wooden thorn treasure, Zeng Wanglou was about to make the final blow to kill the deflated black spirit. He had used the black umbrella to completely imprison the black spirit, which had no power to fight back. He wanted to finish it as soon as possible and then deal with the arrogant gray spirit outside, fearing that Xu Xiaozi could not hold on.

Feel the powerful Shinto aura that suddenly descended from the outside world.

He was startled, and then realized that it was the powerful helper his side had invited.

Jiao Teng, who was equally shocked, witnessed with his own eyes that the golden god, with just one punch, defeated the gray spirit that had been attacking arrogantly for about half a quarter of an hour, leaving only a soul core floating in the air, and the rest of the trophies were directly destroyed.

He was dazzled by the sight, it was so powerful!

That punch contained the mystery of being in harmony with the pull of heaven and earth, allowing him to glimpse the broader scenery from above.

However, the feeling of being able to see but not touch or grasp made him feel uneasy.

It turned out to be his friend Shengtian, with whom he had a very pleasant conversation these days. He didn't know what Shinto secret method he used to invite the incarnation of the God in heaven. Very good. He turned around and had a deep exchange with his friend Shengtian.

Zeng Wanglou thought so and changed his mind before taking action to deal with the severely injured turtle in the jar.

After a dazzling butchering-like cutting of the flesh with his clone, he spent some time extracting the soul and obtained a nearly complete soul core bead and a group of black spirit remnant.

Xu Shengtian used magic to collect the cracked gray soul bead. Before the Taiyuan Stone, Solid Foundation Stone, Soul-enhancing Jade and other natural treasures that his third uncle had just given him could even get warm, he crushed them all into pieces and poured them into his body.

Uncle San was really foresighted. He used it so quickly.

Compared to elixirs and the like, he prefers to use resources and treasures directly, which is more efficient.

Zeng Wanglou put away his black umbrella and landed on the remaining part of the mountain that looked like a huge stone pillar. The rest of the mountain was completely destroyed by the gray spirit's violent attack. The area within several miles was in ruins and almost no tree survived.

He threw the materials and treasures collected from the black spirit to Xu Yuanchang. He left behind a sixth-level soul bead, several useful sixth-level materials, a half-moon-shaped transparent blade and a ball of black mucus. He would wipe off the mark on the half-moon blade and refine it properly before using it.

I have an offensive level 6 treasure on hand, so I am not worried.

He did not return the three wooden thorns to Xu Yuanchang, but inserted them into the black umbrella as the umbrella frame in front of him. The meaning was very clear: Brother, I'm giving you face and I'm glad you accepted it.

Although the wooden spikes are of extremely high quality, they have not been refined and can only be used as semi-finished weapons.

He planned to spend a considerable amount of time, using Shinto methods to slowly refine it into the Black Umbrella, as a secret weapon like a killer, and cooperate with the Black Umbrella to perform unexpected attacks at close range.

Liu Xianfeng supported the hunched-backed Grandma Jiao Teng and asked in a low voice with concern.

Xu Yuanchang put away the materials, treasures and other spoils, looked at the black spirit in the bottle, and saw that it was a rare good thing. He casually took out a Life Wood Stone, a Taiyuan Stone, and a Soul-enhancing Jade, and handed them to the Jiao Teng Grandma who had made great contributions and suffered serious injuries.

A look of satisfaction appeared in Jiao Teng's eyes, and he and Liu Xianfeng flew to the valley to heal their wounds.

The serious injury that would have required two years of recovery was now fully recovered in just a few days. Unfortunately, only the tip of the vine crutch that she had refined using her original vine and countless materials was left. It would take a lot of time and materials to refine it and restore it.

"Yuan Chang is truly a treasure boy, he can give away treasures from heaven and earth at will."

Zeng Wanglou had reaped a great harvest and joked.

Xu Yuanchang laughed and said, "No more. All the materials in the bottom of the box are used up."

Zeng Wanglou didn't believe this kid's trick of lying with his eyes open, so he changed the subject and asked, "I don't understand the Black Spirit language. How are you going to deal with the remaining Black Spirit? Are you going to send a message to the old Sword Saint and the others?"

Xu Shengtian rushed to say: "I understand the language of the black spirits. I learned some from my junior sister, and later learned a little more from other friends. I can understand it by now. Otherwise... let's interrogate the remaining black spirits ourselves?"

He made many friends, and Zhu Zongshan became a close friend many years ago.

His little thoughts were clearly visible and he did not restrain them.

Xu Yuanchang saw it clearly and said with a smile: "Okay, I'll make some arrangements. Please ask Mr. Zeng to 'pry open' the shell of the sixth-level residual soul. I have a way to show the residual soul's past memories. It is more intuitive than soul searching. We can all watch it."

Even if a sixth-level residual soul is captured alive, it will instinctively defend and resist.

With his level of cultivation, if he tried to pry it open by force, he would accidentally shatter the remaining soul and gain nothing.

"Oh, we'll have to wait and see."

Zeng Wanglou had already guessed that it was related to that magical phantom weapon treasure.

Seeing Xu Yuanchang landing on the other side of the valley to make arrangements, he nudged Xu Shengtian beside him with his shoulder and said jokingly, "You uncle and nephew are of the same character. You keep your powerful abilities secret and treat me as an outsider. Tell me, what is the origin of the clone of the Shinto senior you invited? If you can't tell me, forget it."

He was aware of the taboos, so he explained it in advance. If he could say it, he would say it, but if he couldn't say it, he wouldn't dare to listen.

Otherwise, if you anger such a powerful master, you will be in big trouble.

Xu Shengtian lowered his voice and said, "It's Senior Wu Luo, the ancient mountain god. He's easy to talk to."

Zeng Wanglou almost gasped. As a veteran who lived hundreds of years ago, he certainly knew who Senior Wu Luo was. This kid must have caught Senior Wu Luo's eye, otherwise how could he have asked Senior Wu Luo's clone to come down to earth?

Even if he could be invited, the price paid by a mere fourth-level cultivator would probably mean he could not stand up anymore?

He even tried to show off by saying he was "easy to talk to". Senior Wu Luo was famous for his violent temper... Forget it, he knew nothing. He turned to discuss the magic of that punch with the little guy who was still pale but excited.

Wait until Xu Yuanchang's call comes from the valley below.

The two were still not satisfied and ended their exchange of punches and shadows.

Zeng Wanglou casually threw out a black umbrella, which turned into a sinking mist, covering and protecting the surrounding ten miles. He could use the black umbrella to detect any movement within thirty or forty miles.

Walking into the silver area in the valley, Zeng Wanglou curiously looked at the countless layers of mirrors surrounding the air, and felt that the phantom weapon treasure refined by Xu Yuanchang was more and more extraordinary.

An idea came to his mind, maybe it was more than the sixth rank?
I don’t know how Xu boy was able to subdue the treasure for the sacrifice?

Back then, he felt that this boy was definitely not an ordinary person, and he almost missed the opportunity because of his eagerness for quick success.

Xu Yuanchang released the imprisoned soul in the bottle into the air and stretched out his hand, saying, "Mr. Zeng, please let the soul open up. I will handle the rest."

Zeng Wanglou nodded. With his sixth-level divine soul, it wouldn't be too difficult to pry open the captured residual soul of the same level as long as he was careful.

He pinched his hands and performed complex magic spells. Rays of white light shot out and penetrated into the seemingly weak and unconscious soul. After about a cup of tea, the soul slowly spread out and turned into a thin black mist.

Xu Yuanchang unceremoniously pressed the black soul mist into the silver liquid below. He controlled the magic mirror to "analyze" the open residual soul. Countless mirrors in the air showed coherent image fragments, flowing like water waves.

The previous scene shows the scene of the black spirit falling into the trap and struggling to resist. This part can be skipped. Xu Yuanchang continued to retrieve it. This was his first time using it. It was very intuitive, simpler and clearer than the laborious soul search. He could view it at will like watching a movie. After he became familiar with it, he became more and more proficient.

The magic mirror is very useful, but there are still many unknowns waiting for him to slowly explore and comprehend.

Zeng Wanglou looked at the countless images flashing in the sky at the same time. With his level of cultivation, there was no situation where he couldn't see them all.

I secretly sighed in admiration. It was the first time I saw such a magical treasure. It was an eye-opener.

Xu Shengtian was a little overwhelmed, so he picked out the important conversation and told them that the black spirits who were killed were called "Shadowless King" and "Extreme Flash King", and they belonged to Buli Domain and Gucao Domain respectively. The purpose of their coming was to kill the lone Sixth Floor Master in Dingzhou, and go deep into the wasteland area, trying to find a corridor that can allow the large army to pass safely, in preparation for a surprise attack in the future.

"Wait, the image on this mirror, move back a little."

Xu Shengtian suddenly shouted.

"Oh, did you find anything?"

Xu Yuanchang stopped all the images, leaving the shadow on the upper left moving backwards. As his nephew called for stop again, the image froze on a bare hilltop.

"King Wuying said that last time, the warriors of their tribe dug up a treasure called 'Youmo' here. From their brief description, it should be the same thing as the 'Tongxuan Stone' we are looking for."

Xu Shengtian carefully observed the traces of excavation at the foot of the mountain and explained.

Xu Yuanchang and Zeng Wanglou were immediately cheered up and watched this memory image over and over again. Through the perspective of Hei Lingfei flying at a low altitude, they pieced together the topography of the nearby area within hundreds of miles and drew a blueprint.

Compared with the empty hand-drawn map given to them by the old sword master, no specific clues can be found at the moment.

After watching for another half an hour, he discovered many secrets of the Black Spirit Realm. After all, the identities of the Shadowless King and the Extreme Flash King were extraordinary. No one expected that a sixth-level Black Spirit would end up with his remaining soul captured?

According to common sense, even if a sixth-level black spirit was surrounded and killed, it would be impossible for its soul to be captured.

The fifth-level black spirits have been captured alive more than once or twice, but how can the important secrets known by the fifth-level black spirits be compared with those known by the sixth-level black spirits?

Xu Yuanchang stopped talking and discussed, "I can erase the Shadowless King's memory about the Mysterious Stone. I suggest that this residual soul be handed over to the old Sword Saint for processing. He will be more useful to him than us."

Zeng Wanglou smiled and said, "You decide. I have no objection."

He deeply agreed with Xu's approach of considering the overall situation and gaining more benefits in return.

He began to understand where Xu Yuanchang's good luck came from. He balanced public and private interests, performed great deeds many times, and was recognized and cared for by Dingzhou.

He has learned a lot and his perspective on things is different from others.

Xu Yuanchang took out the message and muttered a few words to himself, then sent it into the night sky, collected the remaining soul, and sealed it again.

The three of them meditated for about half an hour, and Zeng Wanglou stood up and said, "They are here."

The black umbrella was put away, and several people circling dozens of miles away turned and flew over. The old swordsman looked around and saw that the rocks were broken. This place had experienced a hard battle. He gave a thumbs up and said, "Friend Zeng, you have great skills and methods. It's amazing!"

He thought that the credit for killing two sixth-level black spirits in Xu Yuanchang's message was done by Zeng Wanglou alone, and the others only provided auxiliary support. He secretly thought that every master invited by Xu Yuanchang had his own unique qualities.

Zeng Wanglou bowed and said a few words humbly. In response to Xu Xiaozi's telepathic request, he took on this empty title.

The old sword master looked at the two soul cores and returned the beads. As long as he was sure that this was true, he would not take the spoils. He took the bottle containing the residual souls, checked it, talked for a while, and flew away in a hurry with the three fifth-level monks.

This matter is of great importance and cannot be neglected.

He wanted to gather a few other people overnight to interrogate the remaining soul of the black spirit.

Xu Yuanchang and his party stayed there for three days, waiting for Fellow Daoist Jiao Teng's injuries and Xu Shengtian's losses to recover. Then they continued their journey to explore the depths of the wilderness. The old swordsman and others also stayed for three days, and several teams advanced and retreated together.

When going out on an adventure, you cannot act rashly; you need to plan and proceed step by step.

This time, they were able to kill two sixth-level black spirits, which was a heavy blow to the Buli Domain and the Gucao Domain.

After a few days, Xu Yuanchang and his party had arrived at Banliuwan in the wilderness. They dug several mines along the way, but only explored them briefly. They continued to move westward and did not encounter any black spirits again.

They camped in a valley that night. There was a tree formation arranged by Jiao Teng and Liu Xianfeng. Unless you saw it with your own eyes, you would hardly notice it until you got closer.

It follows the natural shape and with the protection of Zengwang Tower, everyone can rest in peace.

In the middle of the night, Zeng Wanglou suddenly woke everyone up, looked at Xu Yuanchang, and said with a smile: "It's no wonder that enemies often meet again. An old acquaintance of ours has come."

After a brief analysis, Xu Yuanchang suddenly remembered an old monster and said, "Xuan Jieqing from the Xiyuezhou Xuangui Clan?"

The only enemy he could think of who could be a grudge against both of them was the old turtle.

"It's him. He has advanced to the sixth level, and there is a sixth-level fox girl beside him. My aura and appearance are completely different from before. Xuan Jieqing can't recognize me. Do you want to ambush them?"

Zeng Wanglou asked with a smile, glancing at Xu Shengtian.

Xuan Jieqing almost exterminated the entire clan by drawing blood from the middle-aged male descendants of his tribe. If he found an opportunity, he wouldn't mind exterminating them.

Xu Shengtian hurriedly shook his hands and shouted, "Uncle Zeng, please don't hurt me. It's not easy to summon the gods. I haven't fully recovered my soul power until today. My head often hurts. If I keep bothering the gods in a short period of time, I will be in big trouble if I anger them. If they take away 50% of my soul power, I might as well die."

"Haha, you are afraid sometimes."

Zeng Wanglou made a joke and said, "They have discovered something strange here. Yuanzhang, you should get ready first."

These days, he has been refining the half-moon blade, and his killing power has greatly increased.

Xu Yuanchang nodded. Dingzhou and Xiyuezhou had no alliance in the dark world. There had been wars occasionally in the past. The human race and the demon race had always fought and talked, and it had been like this for thousands of years.

Whoever is in a weak position will inevitably be beaten passively.

"Friends of the human race, our current enemy is the Black Spirit. Please show yourself to avoid any misunderstanding."

A woman's sweet voice came from a distance, with a hint of natural charm.

Liu Xianfeng turned into a green mist and flew into the young master's sleeve. She had an inherent fear of high-level demon cultivators. Perhaps the situation would change once her cultivation level improved.

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(End of this chapter)