coobybook Chapter 200: Battle of Fusion
Chapter 200: Battle of Fusion
Fortunately, Chi Yuan and his men were obviously more financially powerful, and in the end, Chi Yuan bought the dragon bone for 30 million high-quality spirit stones.
Although he took it, Chi Yuan's expression in the private room was more solemn than ever.
"This bastard!" Chi Yuan slapped the seat next to him, his face so gloomy that water could drip out of it.
"Your Highness, have you noticed who it is?"
"Who else could it be except the self-proclaimed noble Lingfeng clan? Don't they just want to surrender to Ji Wantang with this piece of dragon bone?"
Although the purpose of their trip was similar, they also wanted to use this piece of dragon bone as a birthday gift for Ji Wantang’s eighteenth birthday.
But just because the other party had so many more spirit stones, even though Chi Yuan was rich and powerful, he was so angry that his heart ached.
"But from what I see, the other party may not be willing to give up." Yi Qingyang said: "Old Mian has been watching secretly, and the Lingfeng tribe seems to have sent a powerful person in the Fusion Stage to follow. The impression that person gives Old Mian is not much inferior to Old Mian."
Upon hearing this, Chi Yuan's fearlessness completely disappeared, and his expression gradually became cautious: "We really need to take this piece of dragon bone back with us."
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Lin Zhao took over the remaining spirit stones from the things he bought from the person sent by Nie Shenghai. After checking that there was nothing wrong, he hugged the little fox, attached a seventh-level invisibility talisman drawn by Grandma Honghu to himself, and followed Chi Yuan.
At the same time, Grandma Honghu's powerful spiritual sense enveloped Lin Zhao, completely isolating others from detecting Lin Zhao. Unless there was a powerful person in the Tribulation Crossing Stage present, even someone in the Fusion Stage would not be able to detect Lin Zhao's existence.
Chi Yuan and the others obviously knew that they were being targeted. It was not until nightfall that Lin Zhao heard any movement coming from their private room.
After instructing the little fox not to make any sound, Lin Zhao placed it on his shoulder, silently released Tian Huang Yi and followed Chi Yuan and the others.
Not knowing how far they had followed, Lin Zhao could only judge from the ups and downs of the unfamiliar scenery that they had arrived at an uninhabited desert.
The moonlight gradually faded, the sky became pitch black, and in the pitch-black night, Lin Zhao could only hear the crisp sound of weapons clashing.
"Quick, get down on the ground, don't move!"
Under the instructions of Grandma Honghu, Lin Zhao lay on the ground without hesitation, and did not forget to hold the little fox in her arms.
"I have placed a spiritual seal on your eyes. Look up and watch their fight. This is a rare battle between fusion-stage masters."
Lin Zhao slowly raised her head. With the help of the spiritual seal, the scene in the distance became clearer and more magnified in her eyes, as if it was happening right in front of her.
It was obvious that Grandma Honghu was using her own spiritual consciousness to strengthen Lin Zhao's spiritual observation. Such strengthening was only temporary.
Of course, this amount of time is enough.
Above the desert, a black shadow stood in the air, with long silver and black hair dancing in the wind. A slightly ancient and weird phoenix mask covered his entire face. Silver mist surrounded him, condensing into long swords with sinister aura.
The person confronting him was an old man with a kind face. This old man had an extremely high forehead, and the middle of his head was completely bald without a single hair, but he had very lush white sideburns and a beard that grew to his waist. He was dressed in white, and his sleeves fluttered in the wind while he was confronting people, giving him a somewhat immortal-like look. However, his eyes were always closed as if he was asleep.
"My apologies, Mr. Royal Mian." A strange, low and hoarse voice came out of the man in black with long silver hair. It was hard to tell whether it was a man or a woman. It was obviously intentional.
The old man stroked his beard, still with a kind look on his face, and his eyes were not open.
"You've already got it right before the old man's mouth, and you're still talking about offending me. You Lingfeng people are not as magnanimous as the Tianfeng people. No wonder you gave birth to a scoundrel like Yunding."
When Lin Zhao heard the familiar name, before she had time to think about whether the two Yundings were the same person, the man in black had already drawn his sword.
His sword was too fast, or even if Lin Zhao's spiritual sense was strengthened now, he would not be able to see clearly the sword moves of a sword cultivator in the fusion stage.
Lin Zhao only had time to catch the sword intent of the blooming cold lotus at the tail of the opponent's sword, and determined that this was the Thousand Spirits Sword Technique, the famous sword technique of Yunding Immortal.
It seems that this Genting is really what I imagined.
It's true that enemies always meet.
Lin Zhao silently made a wish that these two forces would be defeated as soon as possible.
Mian Lao chuckled and said, "Young man, it's a good thing to be passionate. If you are too passionate, you will hurt others and yourself."
As soon as he finished speaking, a jade-white cane slowly emerged in his hand.
It didn't seem like Master Mian was exerting any strength. He just tapped the crutch in his hand lightly, and circles of milky white ripples spread out from the void in all directions, with Master Mian's feet as the center.
The sword shadow of the man in black slowed down visibly after coming into contact with these ripples, and finally completely dissipated into a piece of light and shadow when it first touched the last circle of ripples.
"This kind of spiritual skill of using softness to overcome hardness is truly rare." Grandma Honghu sighed.
It was also the first time that Lin Zhao saw someone perform spiritual skills so easily and effortlessly, just like casually tapping the ground while walking at home.
“How terrifying is this ability to control spiritual energy and his comprehension of spiritual skills.” Lin Zhao sighed in his heart.
Sure enough, the old monsters that can reach the stage of fusion are not easy to deal with.
The man in black seemed to have expected this. He pointed the silver sword in his hand, and the next moment he was in front of Master Mian.
As he approached, Mr. Mian's originally calm expression finally became solemn. He raised his cane and blocked the silver sword's direct attack.
The man in black held a sword in one hand and formed a spiritual seal with the other to attack Mian Lao. In the darkness, Lin Zhao only had time to catch their attack and defense, and finally noticed that the other party also had a silver pupil exactly the same as Qu Shu's, but the other eye was as dark and deep as ink.
He has heterochromatic eyes and long silver-black hair. Suddenly, it seems that the mask he wears is a bit redundant.
Who wouldn't recognize such obvious features if they were familiar with it?
"Pay attention and don't be distracted." Grandma Honghu's serious voice rang in Lin Zhao's mind.
Lin Zhao quickly gathered all his thoughts and focused his attention on the confrontation between the two.
The black-clothed man's spiritual seals gathered down in an overwhelming manner, but Old Mian seemed to see nothing. He just kept waving his cane to block the opponent's sword moves.
When the formation formed by the spiritual seal was about to fall on Old Mian, he raised his hand, which had not moved, and his eyes, which had been closed, slowly opened.
There was nothing special about the eyes that opened; they were not even as deep and powerful as the eyes of some ordinary old people. But as the eyes opened, Old Mian's hand seemed to point casually at a place in the void, directly fixing the coverage of the formation.
"How is this possible?!" Lin Zhao looked at the scene in disbelief.
If the spiritual formation of a talisman master is so easy to break, who in this world would be willing to be a talisman master?
"It's not revealed all at once, watch carefully." Grandma Honghu's tone was a little surprised: "This is a battle between two spiritual talisman masters. You, little girl, are very lucky."
Lin Zhao stared at Master Mian's old hand intently, feeling her eyes a little dry. Then she realized that when Master Mian pointed out, there seemed to be countless tiny white lines spreading out from his fingertips?
No, these tiny lines spreading out seem to be the arc drawn by the head of the crutch when Master Mian was resisting the attack before?
He used the end of the cane as a weapon and the head of the cane as a talisman pen to write the formation silently?
So this pointing out is to set up the center of the formation? !
As a talisman master, Lin Zhao couldn’t tell what this formation was, but he could feel that it was a passive defense formation. The stronger the attack, the stronger the defense.
So Mr. Mian was waiting for the opponent's attack formation to arrive.
To do this in the middle of a battle that could be fatal at any moment, what level of attainment as a talisman master and what kind of calm state of mind does one need?
"I knew you, an old turtle, would do this." The man in black still spoke calmly, even with a hint of sarcasm, in the face of Mr. Mian's move.
"Old turtle, take a good look at my tricks. Can you handle them?"