After the ascent failed

Chapter 308 The Strong Attacks

At this time, Xiaoshan was holding a knife handle in his hand. Judging from the lines on it, it was clearly the spiritual knife "Xue Ming" that he was proud of.

However, this spiritual knife now only has a handle left, but the blade has disappeared.

Moreover, Xiaoshan's body was covered with bloodstains, extending from his neck to his waist, each of which was several inches long, on the front and back of his body, almost becoming a bloody man.

What is shocking is that there is a strange blue light on his bloodstains, which is clearly left by the shocking sword of the old man surnamed Yao.

"Good! Good! Good!"

The word "good" three times in a row, seemed to be squeezed out from between the teeth, full of gloomy anger.

"Your Majesty's Taoism is strong, and Xiao's skills are not as good as others, so he is willing to bow down, but you kill my subordinates and destroy my ship, and I will avenge this revenge sooner or later! In the future, I will definitely visit the door in person, and I will be ashamed!" Xiaoshan said with gloomy eyes.

"Hahaha!"

"A defeated general, how can he speak bravely?"

"However, since you are not convinced and come to the old man at any time, you should accompany me to the end."

This time, the old man surnamed Yao laughed wildly, and said contemptuously in his words.

Xiao Shan's face was livid, but he didn't dare to say anything more.

Although the two sides are in the same realm, the old man surnamed Yao's skills and spells are obviously superior to his. In a real fight, Xiaoshan thinks that even if he can escape, his vitality will be severely injured.

Although Xiaoshan's heart is full of murderous intentions, he is not without brains. When he goes back, he will study hard and practice hard, and it will not be too late to take revenge again!

"Your Excellency, don't be too happy. Even if you defeat me, Xiaoshan, it's not certain whether you can reach Lingshan Island smoothly."

Xiao Shan sneered, looking at the merchant ship as if pointing.

After finishing speaking, Xiaoshan laughed wildly, sacrificed a magic weapon, and left with the treasure.

The old man surnamed Yao frowned, turned his head slightly and glanced at Zhang Zhiyuan, who was bewildered and looked confused.

Looking at the back of Xiaoshan fleeing, the old man surnamed Yao looked a little gloomy, but he didn't stop him.

At this moment, there was a loud bang in front of him.

Xiao Shan's body suddenly stopped.

Then, he seemed to see something, and his smile froze suddenly, revealing an expression of incomparable horror.

"Boom!"

Suddenly there was a thunder, and the old man surnamed Yao raised his head in surprise, only to see a black shadow flashing out of the white mist in front of him, the speed was extremely fast.

After seeing it clearly, it was actually a big hand that suddenly covered Xiaoshan's body.

Xiao Shan's face changed drastically, and he frantically activated the body shield, but the big hand had such strong spiritual power that when it slapped him, the shield shattered on the spot.

Then with a flip of the giant hand, Xiaoshan's body was easily strangled like a ball of mud, suspended in mid-air and unable to move at all.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Zhiyuan and other mortals suddenly felt a chill rush to their foreheads.

The old man surnamed Yao also had his eyebrows twitching violently under this sudden drastic change.

As a master of cultivating immortals, he could tell at a glance that the giant hand was the method of a certain high-strength cultivator.

Who is it that is so terrifying that he can suppress this vicious Xiaoshan with just a single lift of his hand?
The old man surnamed Yao suddenly looked alert, and he clenched his crutches tightly to urge his spiritual power.

Also at this time, a sea ship slowly appeared in the white mist ahead, and stopped among the shattered wreckage of Xiaoshan and his party. The ship was shrouded in aura, and a middle-aged man stood with his hands behind his back on the deck, looking at them indifferently. .

"You... who are you?"

Xiao Shan looked at the middle-aged man in horror.

The other party has a refined temperament and a gentle face. He looks like a teacher in a private school, but his eyes are so cold that it makes one's heart palpitate.

"A trash is not qualified to know his name."

The middle-aged man didn't even look at Xiaoshan, and raised his hand indifferently.

"boom!"

A wave of majestic air came out, and the big hands that bound Xiaoshan were suddenly clenched.

"what!"

A shrill scream came out, and Xiaoshan's eyes showed unprecedented horror, but the big hand didn't intend to stop. With a light grip, Xiaoshan was crushed into a ball of flesh, leaving no bones left on the spot.

This vicious and frightening pirate who roamed the sea without burial was directly crushed to death by raising his hand like an ant.

The old man surnamed Yao felt cold in his heart.

He thought that his cultivation was not inferior to Xiaoshan, but it was impossible to kill him so easily.

"Spirit Transformation Realm cultivator!"

The old man surnamed Yao looked at the middle-aged man, his pupils constricted violently.

Judging from the power of the opponent's attack, it is obvious that the realm has reached the spiritual transformation state, and he possesses magical powers.

"This is just a caravan of mortals. How could it attract monks from the Spirit Transformation Realm? Is there really something on this boat that attracted them?"

The old man surnamed Yao thought of Xiaoshan's words before, and his heart was dark.

I was so unlucky to meet such a difficult caravan.

"No matter what is on this merchant ship, if an expert from the Spirit Transformation Realm appears, I will definitely not be my opponent. There is more than one way to get to Lingshan Island. Right now, I'd better sneak away and find a way later."

The eyes of the old man surnamed Yao flashed wildly, then he slapped his crutches and turned into a blue rainbow and flew away.

Now he has no interest in finding out what is on board this boat. Facing the cultivators at the Spirit Transformation Realm, it is impossible for him to resist with his cultivation, so why would he stay and seek death?
But when he just flew up, his face suddenly changed.

The middle-aged man on the sea boat turned his mouth slightly, looked at him indifferently, and raised his hand to grab it from the air.

"An ant-like existence dares to escape in front of me, it's simply beyond my control."

The faint words fell, and the old man surnamed Yao only heard the wind roaring in the air, and a big hand appeared without warning, pressing down on his head.

This big hand is exactly the same as the one that pinched Xiaoshan to death before. When the old man surnamed Yao saw this scene, his soul almost died, and his six souls ascended to heaven.

His eyes froze, he slammed his chest hard, and sprayed a bloody arrow into the crutch.

"噗噗" sounded several times, the green flower in the crutch was released, and a series of blue runes rose into the air, turning into a barrier to cover his figure.

The old man surnamed Yao controlled the blue barrier, his speed soared, and he escaped dozens of feet away, escaped from the suppression of the big hand.

"It turned out to be a mid-level innate spirit treasure, no wonder it was able to defeat Xiaoshan."

Surprise flashed in the elegant middle-aged eyes, but he was not too surprised. After a chuckle, he grabbed it with the back of his hand.

I saw thunder and lightning intertwined, and thousands of huge waves on the sea. The old man surnamed Yao had just cast a spell to escape, and the big hand with spiritual power came behind him in a blink of an eye.

He immediately cast another spell in a hurry, but it was useless. His big hand slapped the screen on his body, and the blue light was instantly annihilated, and he was easily absorbed from it.

"Pfft!"

The elegant middle-aged man flicked his fingers lightly, and the sky was full of brilliance. The old man surnamed Yao let out a scream, and his body was ejected back uncontrollably, hitting the deck of the merchant ship.

It was really being pressed to the ground and rubbed.

"Senior, spare your life!"

The old man surnamed Yao turned pale and knelt down to beg for mercy.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Zhiyuan and a group of attendants froze there.

Just a moment ago, the old man surnamed Yao defeated Xiaoshan with one blow and killed hundreds of pirates with majesty.

Who would have thought that in the blink of an eye, the old man surnamed Yao knelt down and begged for mercy, the contrast between the front and the back was unbelievable.

"It's too naive for a mere Daoist monk to try to escape in front of me." The elegant middle-aged man didn't look at the old man surnamed Yao, as if the other party was just an insignificant ant in his eyes and could be crushed to death at any time.

"Uncle, how to deal with these people?"

A young man who looked like a disciple cupped his hands and asked.

"Uncle? Aren't they pirates?"

Zhang Zhiyuan was suspicious when he heard his disciples address the elegant middle-aged man, but he didn't dare to speak.

"It's just a few mortals. After taking the things on the boat, just kill them." The elegant middle-aged man waved his hand lightly.

"what?"

Just as he was talking, the elegant man seemed to have discovered something, his eyes flashed coldly, he looked at a certain place on the boat and said coldly: "There are actually two little bugs inside, come out for me!"

Before he finished speaking, the refined man suddenly raised his hand and struck down with his palm.

There was a loud bang, and the cabin was torn apart, revealing two figures inside.

A young man in black clothes and a chunky middle-aged man in a yellow robe.

It was Ye Chunyang and Yu Guzi.

But under the bombardment of the elegant middle-aged man's giant palm, not only were the two of them safe and sound, but the attack of the elegant middle-aged man was quietly resolved.

The refined middle-aged man's expression changed, and he stared at the two in surprise.

"It's surprising that there are so many monks guarding this mere mortal caravan."

Finding that the realm of the two of them is only perfect at the Daoji realm, the elegant middle-aged man quickly recovered his usual color, and said contemptuously: "You two have some strength to resist my magic power, but it's a pity that you two are out of luck and caught up with this road." Ship, only die here today."

Ye Chunyang looked up at the elegant middle-aged man, and said lightly: "You talk too much nonsense, within three breaths, get out immediately, otherwise none of you will live today."

As soon as these words came out, the boat suddenly fell into a dead silence.

Zhang Zhiyuan opened his mouth wide, his face full of disbelief, everyone has seen the supernatural powers of this elegant middle-aged man, even the old man surnamed Yao was suppressed by him, how dare he talk to the other party like this, is he tired of working?
The old man surnamed Yao was also stunned, and he woke up after a long while, then looked at Ye Chunyang with a sarcasm, and said with a sneer: "The boy dares to say such wild words in front of the masters of the spirit transformation, he really doesn't know what to do!"

On the other side of the boat, including the elegant middle-aged, everyone was stunned, and then there was a burst of laughter.

"Boy, do you know what you are talking about?"

"Based on your perfect cultivation base, you dare to talk to me like this. I'm really curious, how do you get the confidence?"

The elegant middle-aged man smiled lightly, but his eyes became colder and sharper, making people shudder.

While speaking, the fingers raised a little space.

The spiritual light pierced the sky, more powerful than the previous two big hands, and suddenly flashed in front of Ye Chunyang. Along the way, there were waves and surging waves, almost like the end of the world.

"Senior Ye, be careful!"

Seeing this, Yu Guzi was startled, and quickly slapped Ziming Gourd, blocking Ye Chunyang.

However, the power of the elegant middle-aged mantra is so powerful, how can he, a monk with a perfect dao foundation, be able to resist it?Even though the Purple Dark Gourd was a rare treasure left by the Nether Evil Clan, it was exploded on the spot and retreated tremblingly.

(End of this chapter)