Chapter 741: Jedi Chase
The altar in the air before him shrank rapidly, and Wang Zijia held it in his palm, floating slightly.
Countless golden threads flowed on it, and the other end pierced into the void, leading to an unknown place.
Silver energy permeated Wang Zijia's body. Following the guidance of the threads, he took a step forward, and Lei Ting disappeared like a follower.
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Wang Zijia disappeared suddenly, leaving the crowd in the sky at a loss and confused.
It has only been a moment since Zhu Xinghe appeared. Whether it is the low-level cultivators underground or the immortals in the sky, they are all confused at this moment.
They haven't figured out what happened yet.
They only know that two powerful immortals suddenly came to find trouble.
However, the fight just started, and the most powerful old man suddenly had a seizure and began to flee in the sky.
It was clear that Chiyang Immortal Venerable just smiled and waved his hand, and did nothing else.
The powerful old man seemed to have encountered a great terror, and kept flashing in the sky.
Then, after a desperate cry, a ball of blood came out of his body, and he died suddenly, and he had been dead for many years!
After the ball of blood escaped, the remaining old man in black robe also escaped.
The Immortal Venerable seemed not to let go of the target, and he started a ritual and chased after him.
Everything seemed clear, but it was inexplicably confusing.
It would be fine if he was a low-level disciple, but the Immortal Venerable was so powerful that he could enlighten more than ten immortals. Wouldn't it be easy to drive away two immortals? However, the immortals were a little stunned.
"Uh... are the two who just came here really immortals?"
"They should be, and they are at the peak of immortals. Didn't you see that they didn't even look at the dozen of us?"
"What's the leader doing?"
"It seems that the leader just casually performed some small magic just now?"
"Could it be that the leader invited them to perform for us?"
"..."
"It seems that the one who came is the Xinghe Patriarch from Xinghe Valley!"
"I checked it out recently, and it seems that he is a top immortal with the Xuanxian fruit position!"
"What happened just now?"
"Tao fruit? Could it be a battle on the Tao side?"
"Tao fruit... Our leader was not really a saint back then!"
"..."
After Wang Zijia disappeared, a group of immortals spoke in confusion.
And below, after a brief silence, there was also an uproar. The disciples discussed excitedly, and the voices were boiling.
The immortals looked at each other, and Ding Haiping looked at Bingshuang and said, "What should we do now?"
"Wait and see if the master needs support."
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In a barren mountain somewhere in the north of Zhenlingyu, the space fluctuated slightly, and a blood-colored light ball flew out of it.
The blood-colored light ball paused for a moment, and then activated some space treasure, a corpse emerged, and the blood-colored light ball drilled in without hesitation.
The corpse squirmed quickly, and vitality continued to emerge, but it became a living person in a few breaths.
And it was completely like the corpse was resurrected, no longer Zhu Xinghe, and there was no blood ball breath, and the corpse was completely alive.
Or as long as there is a corpse, he Xuechan can be anyone.
Therefore, at this moment, the other party only has the cultivation of earth immortals, and is in the middle stage of earth immortals, not even the late stage of earth immortals, let alone heavenly immortals.
Obviously, the other party has a very magical parasitic characteristic, but it also loses the possibility of having a strong fighting power in the main body.
"Damn it, how could this happen? What did that old guy Li Shenghong do?"
After the corpse was resurrected, it looked ugly and quickly checked itself.
His eyes flashed blood red, and the special Taoist power was forcibly called up, but still no problem was found.
He was very sure that there was something wrong with him, but he just couldn't find it.
Just when he was about to use some means to check again, he suddenly paused, frowned, and scanned the surroundings with his bloodshot eyes.
"Old Nangong, come out, it's not interesting."
Xue Chan's blood-red eyes finally stopped at a certain place, and he spoke indifferently.
As he spoke, a little black smoke fluctuated, and an old Taoist in a black robe: Nangong Shaolian, emerged from the void.
It was no one else, but the old Taoist invited by Zhu Xinghe to help.
Neither of them acted rashly. After looking at each other for a moment, Nangong Shaolian suddenly said: "You are not the old monster Xinghe, who are you?"
"Who I am has nothing to do with you? Are we clear now?" Xue Chan said so.
"Yes, we are even." While speaking, the black-robed Nangong Shaolian was still looking at Xuechan, his eyes becoming more and more unscrupulous, "You don't seem to be in good condition?"
Xuechan smiled calmly and said calmly: "You can try."
Nangong Shaolian looked at Xuechan, his breath paused, and still did not make a move, saying:
"During the previous battle, you said that guy had Tao fruit? And you were hit by his Tao method, but now it seems that you have escaped? Can you tell me what method you used? Let me, the old Taoist, learn something."
"Heh! Just with you..." Xuechan showed sarcasm on his face and was about to say something.
He was suddenly startled, his eyes flashed with blood-red light, and he looked up suddenly.
I saw that not far above my head, dense silk threads stretched out from the void and entangled with him directly.
His figure flickered again, but these silk threads were more terrifying than the previous golden light spots. In addition to his cultivation problem, he was entangled by the silk threads after only a few flickers.
The next moment, the thread entered the body, and the terrifying erosion came again.
"Damn it, what means did Li Shenghong use to track me like this!"
The blood cicada roared, struggled in vain, and gritted his teeth again.
A blood-colored light ball emerged, and the living man turned into a corpse and fell again. The light ball split again, leaving a blood bead, and the big ball disappeared into the void.
Nangong Shaolian could only look at the blood cicada in surprise because he couldn't see the thread.
He guessed that it might be Wang Zijia who was chasing him, but he was afraid that the blood cicada was acting and tricking him to run away, so he was a little hesitant.
With just such a hesitation, the quick-moving blood cicada had once again abandoned the corpse and the vegetative body, and disappeared into the void.
Then he saw Wang Zijia and Lei Ting suddenly emerged from the original place.
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As soon as Wang Zijia came out, he saw the blood bead that had been planted with demons because of his curse.
Obviously, it was another split.
He reached out to grab the blood bead, but did not do anything immediately. Instead, he tilted his head and looked to the side.
At this moment, Nangong Shaolian was looking at Wang Zijia in doubt.
"Why, fellow Daoist, are you going to stand up for Zhu Xinghe? Fight with me?" Wang Zijia asked without any intention of fighting him.
Nangong, who was tense all over, immediately shook his head when he heard this, and bowed to Wang Zijia, saying, "I am sorry for what happened today. I was also deceived by him!"
Wang Zijia looked at the other party without saying a word.
Nangong, the young man, did not say anything more, and disappeared decisively.
Wang Zijia did not do anything because of this.
He and this person did not have any hatred strictly, at least not to the extent of fighting with the immortal. Emotional and interest things were not reached.
Killing a immortal is not easy without special circumstances!
Lei Ting is a good example. He prepared so much at the beginning, but in the end, it was because of Wang Zijia's advance operation that the sneak attack was successful.
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After the other party disappeared, Wang Zijia looked at the second blood bead in his hand again.
"Hehe, I want to see how many times you can split!"
You know, this is not like Wang Zijia throwing the paper man, just leaving a substitute.
It is the special nature of the other party's body, cutting off a part of the origin and breaking the connection, so that it can be transformed into another complete existence.
It is an operation of sacrificing pawns to save the chariot, and the cost must be not small.
While Wang Zijia was speaking, he raised his hand and the second blood bead flew into the mini altar in his hand.
In an instant, the mini altar held by Wang Zijia in his hand flashed, and more silk threads burst out, rushing into the void like a giant net.
Wang Zijia's whole body was filled with space-time energy, flashing and disappearing again, followed by thunder.
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In the southern part of Zhenlingyu, in a wilderness, a blood-colored light ball broke through the air again.
The space treasure fluctuated again, and he took out another coffin, which also contained a terrestrial immortal, but the corpse was not perfect, with a big hole in the chest.
No, this time it was not a corpse, but a dying sleeping person.
It was probably the ancestor of Xinghe Valley, who had reached the peak of terrestrial immortal cultivation.
The blood-colored light ball's evil cicada aura fluctuated, first removing the outer seal of the coffin, but before he could get in and parasitize it, his whole body froze.
He decisively put the things away, his figure flashed, and disappeared from the spot.
When he broke through the air again, he was already thousands of miles away, and fell out of the void in an extremely embarrassed manner.
Behind him, dense golden silk threads, as if they had life, chased him tightly.
No matter what means he used to escape, the silk threads could catch up with him according to the guidance in the dark, and kept pulling him closer.
After a moment, the blood-colored light ball was entangled by the silk threads again.
This time the erosion was even more exaggerated, twice as fast as the last time, and he couldn't move in a blink of an eye.
He used various means to resist, but he couldn't get rid of it, and could only rely on the power of Taoism to delay it slightly.
The blood cicada had no choice but to split another blood bead and transform into another him, and his body flashed and disappeared again.
The silk thread instantly planted the new him with the devil. At the moment when the blood mass disappeared, Wang Zijia had already planted the devil in the new blood bead and quickly shuttled over.
The two of them left almost one after another and crossed each other.
"Heh, you can run!"
Wang Zijia didn't have any emotional changes. He raised his hand and threw the blood bead into the blood-colored altar in his palm. As the medium became more and more, the causal silk threads that burst out became more and more exaggerated.
They rushed towards the void in an overwhelming manner, and then Wang Zijia disappeared again.
In the wilderness in the east of Zhenling Domain, the towns in the south, the uninhabited areas in the north, and the mountains in the west, they kept appearing and disappearing...