Walking alongside her was a girl in a green dress of Flower Age, her hair styled in clouds and mist, her slender waist cinched, exquisitely beautiful. Her bright autumn water eyes darted back and forth, when suddenly her expression tightened, pointing in one direction, she said, "Senior Sister, look over there!"
Cao Minrou also sensed sothing unusual, turning to look back, she saw a banner coming from the sky, swiftly flying close, stopping a hundred feet away from them, the banner unfurled with the wind, and shortly after, a Yellow Robed Daoist with a full, heavenly court and distinctly contoured features erged from within.
Cao Minrou only took one glance and her face turned pale, she exclaid, "Feng Haiyang?"
She had seen Feng Haiyang take action before, and apart from his strange and mysterious Daoist Skill and the "Ten Thousand Spirits Yin Void Tribulation Water," just his Nascent Soul Second Realm cultivation was enough to overshadow a swordfight disciple, making it impossible for her and her sister to compete.
Fighting this person, if allied with disciples from other sects, there might be a chance, otherwise, defeat would be certain. Now suddenly encountering this person, the only feasible path was to find a way to escape from his grasp.
Her thoughts settled, she urgently said, "Sister Xiang, let’s split up and escape. If anyone ets a fellow cultivator, then find a way to co back and assist."
Sister Xiang also understood the urgency of the situation, and without another word of hesitation, the two of them imdiately transford into light, splitting up and escaping.
Feng Haiyang had already anticipated this situation, so he was not in a hurry, shaking his body, a hundred Devils flew out, going to pursue Cao Minrou, while he turned his body, employing the Netherworld Escape Technique, transforming into a wisp of turbid yellow smoke, chasing in the direction Sister Xiang had fled.
His Escape Skill was exceedingly superior, only slightly weaker than the Sword Escape Technique, just within a few breaths, he had caught up.
Sister Xiang, seeing she couldn’t escape, bit her lip, simply stood firm, the Gang Cloud above her head trembled, releasing a Treasure Light, encircling and protecting her body.
anwhile, as she waved her water sleeves, she summoned a multicolored agate-colored stone, suspended above her head, emitting plenty of colorful smoke, it clearly being a Protective Treasure as well.
She knew that in terms of mana and Daoist Skill, she was far inferior to Feng Haiyang, not hoping to escape, only wishing to hold out until her sister could soon encounter fellow cultivators and rush to her rescue.
Feng Haiyang smiled lightly. If ti was ample, he wouldn’t mind trapping this lady first, luring Cao Minrou to bring others to rescue, then capturing them all together.
But he didn’t know when Huo Xuan, Zhou Huang, Zhang Yan and others would arrive within this Star Stone, so he did not wish for further entanglent, only seeking a quick and decisive battle.
Shaking his shoulders, releasing three thousand Devils at once to encircle the lady, then ignoring the outco, he called out loudly, "Junior Lu."
Lu Muqiu had been closely watching the battle, hearing his call, he imdiately understood, again operating the Dharma technique.
Feng Haiyang saw the banner moving without wind, flying before him, promptly flicked his sleeve and entered within, after a dozen breaths, when he erged again, he had shifted to another location.
Looking ahead, he saw Cao Minrou was flying at the front, only a few miles away, he shouted, leapt into the air, transford into rolling yellow smoke, seemingly rising to cover the sky, chasing after her, within monts, caught up and casually grasping several threads of Yin Thunder, throwing them down below.
Cao Minrou saw him chasing after her, her heart sank unconsciously, just now she saw Feng Haiyang chasing her sister, and at present coming here, it was clear that her sister had suffered under his hand, a sense of sorrow rose in her heart.
Yet this was not the ti for grief, she forced herself to gather her spirits, first stabilizing her body, then raised her hand and pressed the Gang Cloud above, as if activating a spiritual chanism, imdiately strands of Ice Silk flowed out, resembling tassel, light pouring down, stirring brilliance, and the Yin Thunder falling silently, vanished without a trace.
From this single move, Feng Haiyang could tell this lady’s foundation was exceptionally firm, not comparable to the one before, hence he did not underestimate her, stomped his foot, a resounding burst, and suddenly a stream dark as ink, with turbulent waves surged forth, rushing forward.
This water rely needs to crash into the Treasure Light to dissolve the spiritual chanism, even a Dharma Treasure would be defiled by it.
Cao Minrou saw the surging tide, yet did not panic, with slender fingers making a cut, like cutting paper, carving down scattered fragnts of Spirit Light, and like playing the zither, her jade fingers tensely striking, lines shooting out, one by one hitting the incoming Tribulation Water, blocking it without a single omission before the outer circle, keeping it from infiltrating.
But after a while, the Tribulation Water grew ever more fierce, seemingly endless, the rear waves pushing the front waves, rushing wildly, but not straight up, rather like a dragon coiling, circle upon circle rising around, in the blink of an eye, trapping her within the inner circle.
Cao Minrou witnessed herself surrounded on all sides by the Tribulation Water, her face paled, if this water were to all surge, would she have any life left? At present she disregarded mana depletion, shouted, and summoned the Nascent Soul from her top gate, performing a Lishan Sect secret "All Flowers Fall" technique.
With this technique, imdiately clusters of Jin Cloud floated at her body, rainbow-like, dazzling, occasionally droplet-like Tribulation Water entering, yet silently dissipating.
This divine skill was remarkable, as long as a cultivator’s mana is continuous, it can resist various incoming Daoist Skills, if mana is deeply rooted by highly cultivated individuals, it could be said no technique could affect them.
With Cao Minrou’s Daoist cultivation, using this thod was extrely onerous, even without external pressures, it could only be maintained for four or fifty breaths at most, beyond that, she might not even have the power to escape, rely waiting to be slaughtered.
Yet now she was forced into a corner, holding out mont by mont, hoping the disciples from the three sects who entered this realm could quickly find her whereabouts.
Feng Haiyang, keenly perceptive, with a glance, could roughly deduce her weak point, smiled, just about to unleash the Tribulation Water, when suddenly a sensation arose within, Lu Muqiu’s voice echoing in his ear, "Brother Feng, the Nie Brothers from Nanhua Sect are heading towards your location, already within a hundred miles."
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