Please call me Huanxian

Chapter 335: Dissension and Difference

"Chase, split up and chase! Group in groups of three or two, don't let the tiger go back to the mountains."

King Divination Shadow gnashed his teeth and shouted, "Mr. Mu was severely injured by our attack and the explosion of his treasure. He is no longer able to fight. The human boy surnamed Xu is deliberately playing tricks and using some low-level illusions. He can delay us for a while, but he is not as fast as us and cannot escape."

"Look, his real body appears in the southwest, and he suddenly exchanges places with the shadow."

"No, the figure in the southeast cast several phantoms and fled to the southeast."

"It's just abominable. Which one is the real one?"

The group of Black Spirit masters were stunned and at a loss as to what to do. The Taoist priest was too good at playing.

They were not worried about the cunning and slippery human Taoist priest. If they really let go and chased him separately, they would definitely catch up with the real Taoist priest in less than a quarter of an hour. After all, they were numerous and powerful, and could use the method of elimination to hold on to him.

But it allowed the injured Mr. Mu to delay for a quarter of an hour, temporarily stabilizing his injuries and recovering.

The two companions who really chased after them were in a very dangerous situation and even fell into a trap. The other black spirits were powerless to put out the fire and by the time they arrived, it might be too late.

Seeing the figures escaping in the southwest and southeast, and releasing more phantoms at the same time, seeing that they had escaped a hundred miles away, the Shadow King made a quick decision and said, "Search in two directions, go!"

In such a hurry, it couldn't calculate the exact whereabouts of the human Taoist priest.

There seemed to be a hazy obstruction, interfering with its spell.

Its murderous intent towards the Taoist priest grew uncontrollably and madly. The second battle after the Dark Realm Gate was lost at the hands of a master who was good at creating illusions and confusing the soul. The Taoist priest in front of it had already learned the true skills of the illusion master back then.

It hates illusionists, especially those who can obscure the secrets of heaven.

The seven Black Spirit masters divided into two teams and chased quickly in two directions. They attacked at will, defeating the bean soldiers running around and causing interference, making sure not to miss the target. They chased for three hundred miles and were about to catch up with the guy who was escaping in all kinds of ways. They were careful to prevent Mr. Mu from jumping out and fighting desperately.

The fleeing figure twenty or thirty miles ahead suddenly drilled into the underground ice, as if trying to fight to the last.

King Shiying shouted in great joy: "Attack, he can't escape."

The air mass, magic weapon and the black light in the range "boomed" and covered that area, causing a shocking explosion. The ice layer disappeared instantly, and huge pits appeared on the ground.

The situation was almost the same on the other side, with a distance of five or six hundred miles between the two sides.

Xu Yuanchang concealed his body and turned back from the west. He had escaped hundreds of miles without stopping. He noticed that the two incarnations he released had disappeared, so he quickly cut off contact and hid in a glacier cave. There were countless ice caves of all sizes within dozens of miles nearby.

The small tripod he held in his left sleeve emitted an invisible glow, blocking any attempt to detect the secrets.

The whole person merged into the ice and snow, and stood motionless like a piece of ice stone.

The "illusion of life and death" that he spent four years comprehending after entering the Tongxuan state of mind gave him the ability to survive in the lower world.

A wisp of spiritual consciousness was paying attention to the movements outside, and a wisp of spiritual consciousness probed into the space of the Fantasy Immortal Ring, and saw that the mist ball transformed by Zeng Wanglou was surging and absorbing all kinds of crushed treasures and elixirs, quickly repairing his injuries.

The tattered Dharma image slowly took shape and expanded in the mist, and its momentum gradually increased.

"You escaped from the pursuit of so many Black Spirit masters?"

Zeng Wanglou's calm and unchanging voice came from the fog.

He had confidence in his companion's ability to escape and did not seem surprised.

Xu Yuanchang chuckled and said, "It's too early to say I've escaped. I'll leave them behind for the time being, six or seven hundred miles away. With the shrewdness of the Shadow King, he will soon figure out that I'm escaping from the west. The real test is still to come."

Zeng Wanglou's voice was neither happy nor sad, and he said, "It's okay, give me a little more time, and I will take you away."

He has already passed the most difficult stage, and now he is recovering more cultivation and gaining more combat power.

Once he escaped from the siege, those guys would never be able to catch him again.

"The Soul Locking Chain of the Nine Illusions Palace exploded, leaving only the incomplete Nine Illusions Core. It is no longer useful except as a space treasure. I will compensate you with a treasure of equal value in the future."

"At this critical moment of escaping, exploding treasures is nothing, Mr. Zeng, don't mind it."

"You still have to pay for it. I was careless the time we were in danger."

Zeng Wanglou conducted self-reflection. He had just mastered the secret method of Dharma not long ago and thought that nothing in the lower world could threaten him. However, he immediately suffered a great loss that almost cost him his life.

Fortunately, I have enough treasures on hand, and Xu Xiaoyou is my helper.

It would be a lie to say that Xu Yuanchang didn't feel bad about the treasure. He didn't refuse Lao Zeng's insistence. After cultivating to such a high level, it was impossible for him to owe such a big favor. He changed the subject and asked, "How could Hei Ling have the Falling God Flower?"

"There are two possibilities. One is that it was seized thousands of years ago and there was no place for it to be used later, so the Falling God Flower was left to the younger generation."

Zeng Wanglou analyzed, "The second reason is that there is a traitor in Dingzhou. Someone can't bear to see a cultivator of unknown origin like me stand out. The battle in the dark world has come to this point, and it doesn't matter whether I am there or not, so they want to kill someone with a borrowed knife and eliminate the alien."

He didn't believe that there was no secret inheritance of the Falling God Flower in Qianfang Realm.

Shinto has ways to deal with and neutralize the poison of the Fallen God Flower, but it is very troublesome and consumes a lot of energy.

He will not be separated from Xu Xiaoyou in the lower world in the future, because Xu Xiaoyou has the God of Creation that can help him detoxify quickly. It doesn't matter if he suffers a little pain, his life is guaranteed, and it will be of great benefit.

Xu Yuanchang was silent. He had naturally thought of these two points and asked about this matter deliberately to remind Mr. Zeng that people's hearts are treacherous and must be guarded against.

He also didn't want there to be a traitor in Dingzhou, but there were many suspicious points and he had to investigate them thoroughly.

"The Black Spirit Master is here."

After Xu Yuanchang finished speaking, he retracted his spiritual consciousness into the cave.

The evil wind blew, and all kinds of strange "humming" noises came from the ice caves of all sizes.

King Divining Shadow held the imprisoned incarnation fragments, and circled low in the sky with King Sharp Gallbladder and the injured King Alien Dragon. After searching for a moment, they continued to fly south. The ice field was vast and it was like looking for a needle in a haystack.

About an hour later, it was completely dark.

Zeng Wanglou combed his hair meticulously and walked out of the ice cave with Xu Yuanchang. The two flew straight to the southeast.

The Shadow King of Divination, who was two thousand miles away, suddenly turned his head. A mist appeared in front of his eyes, shaking and turning into a hazy mirror. The image inside looked around and fixed on the two figures disappearing on the horizon.

King Divination Shadow calculated silently, pointed to the east, and said, "Mr. Mu appeared and went to the direction of Moyu City."

It dropped small tracking objects at some key locations along the way.

He had been circling and searching within a radius of 5,000 miles, guessing that Mr. Mu and the Taoist priest could not escape from this range, and were hiding to heal their wounds. Finally, he was discovered by it again, but he could not feel happy in his heart.

They were too scattered, and Mr. Mu's injuries had already recovered a lot. Without traps to trap the enemy, it would be difficult for them to stop Mr. Mu.

There is a great possibility that he will encounter masters from Dingzhou who come to help... King Shiying fell into deep thought for a moment.

King Sharp Gallbladder immediately sent a message to the other black spirits. Seeing that King Divination Shadow was in a daze, he urged him, "Let's go, let's go around to intercept them. King Gray Scorpion and his men will attack from behind. We can't let these two hateful humans get away."

King Shiying was not so optimistic and quickly fled to the northeast.

Zeng Wanglou flew out for a moment and suddenly said, "The Shadow Kings are chasing us. I can sense it."

He sensed that something was spying on him. He didn't have time to search carefully at this moment, but he could guess that it was a tracking trick set up by the Shadow King and his men.

Xu Yuanchang asked: "Where are we going?"

He and Lao Zeng had a brief exchange and they agreed that their whereabouts were revealed by Zhenbei City. Otherwise, how could King Shiying have set a trap at the location of the mine and ambushed outside?

So the two of them avoided Zhenbei City and went around other border towns.

Zeng Wanglou continued to fly southeast and soon felt that he was being spied on again.

He glanced at the top of the iceberg on the left, and a faint white light shot out, and an inconspicuous ice particle exploded. He said, "Don't be afraid of them. Judging by the time, the old swordsman and his men should be here soon. Contact them again."

Based on King Shiying's experience, he estimated that many places within a radius of several thousand miles had been scattered with small gadgets that could serve as ears and eyes.

Hiding on the spot will fall into the opponent's calculations again, so the best strategy is to use the opponent's strength.

Xu Yuanchang had been hiding and dodging before, shutting down his own Qi to prevent any message from coming and exposing him at the critical moment. He took out the message, muttered a few words silently, raised his hand into the air, and watched the talisman light flash and escape to the southeast.

In less than an incense stick of time, I received a reply from the old sword master.

"Six thousand miles away, the old swordsman has already waited for many masters. He couldn't find us before, so he didn't dare to look for us randomly."

Xu Yuanchang felt relieved and flew at full speed with Zeng Wanglou. In just half a minute, they met up with the old sword master and his five companions.

Without much greeting, everyone could see that Brother Zeng was not in good condition and his injuries had not yet healed.

The old swordsman looked around and laughed, "They really are chasing us. There are seven of them... and one of them is seriously injured. It's seven against seven. Yuanzhang, you have the ability to escape from them. It's okay to hold them for a while, right?"

He deliberately spoke in a light-hearted manner, counting Xu Yuanchang from the fifth floor as a fighting force.

"You think highly of me, old lady. I don't have any special skills except running away."

Xu Yuanchang declined jokingly. His Yin-Yang Phantom Fire Spirit was weakened when it collided and exploded with his innate magical powers. He fell on the altar in the spiritual space and couldn't get up. It would be difficult for him to recover without three years of good food and drink. He only had one incarnation left and his injuries had not recovered. He didn't want to show off.

Several people laughed.

Being able to escape from the siege of so many Black Spirit masters without being too seriously injured is already an incredible skill.

The old swordsman looked at them with disdain and said proudly, "I will deal with two of them, any two will do. When the critical moment comes, you, Master, release the boys. We must keep one or two of them today to avenge brother Han Zhixing."

Later on, he switched to telepathy.

The two groups of black spirits met together and stopped about a hundred miles away.

The old man transformed by the Shadow King shook his sleeves, smiled and bowed, and said in human language: "Greetings, fellow Taoists, today is a good time to talk about love and romance, not to fight and bleed."

The old sword master was too lazy to chat with the other party, as Fu Xianzhi was always the one who caused the arguments.

Fu Xianzhi returned the greeting with a cupped hand: "King Shiying, this place is not far from the human border town, why don't we go over and have a drink? We can sit down and talk about everything, which will be a good story."

After a long fight, he became familiar with several Black Spirit masters on the opposite side and could call out their names.

King Shiying laughed and said, "Next time, I'll invite you all to visit Lonely Grass City." He bowed again and said, "Thank you, Brother Fu, for giving me the Falling God Flower. I'm sorry for hurting Mr. Mu's spiritual foundation. Farewell!"

The black spirits of the crowd let out all kinds of strange laughs and fled into the distance.

Fu Xianzhi was stunned for a moment before he realized that Fellow Daoist Zeng had been poisoned by the Falling God Flower. He didn't know how he had resolved it. He even escaped from the siege. He hurriedly explained to Fellow Daoist Zeng, "King Shiying can't deal with the two of you. It's really ridiculous to resort to such a low-level strategy of sowing discord."

Zeng Wanglou forced a smile on his face and said, "The clear ones are clear and the turbid ones are turbid. It is a fact that Zeng has been poisoned by the Falling God Flower. I hope the old sword saint will be able to see clearly. I will take my leave first!"

He slowly retreated eastward, putting some distance between himself and Dingzhou and the others.

King Shiying chased after him and used a childish plan to sow discord in person. Even if he believed that Fu Xianzhi was innocent, it did not prevent him from retreating to advance. With the precious space treasure in his possession, he was bound to be coveted by others.

Once he fully recovers, repairs the black umbrella, and makes some preparations to defend against the Falling God Flower, he won't have to worry about his own safety.

Fu Xianzhi's face suddenly turned ugly.

The old swordsman hurriedly said, "Fellow Daoist Zeng, please stay."

Zeng Wanglou bowed and said, "We will see what happens after Zeng recovers from his injury. Please investigate the leak carefully."

Turn around and walk away.

Xu Yuanchang quickly recounted the circumstances of the attack on the two of them. He understood Zeng Lao's concerns and he did not dare to believe the masters in front of him. There was a natural barrier and hatred between Shinto and immortal cultivators. Furthermore, Zeng Wanglou's own origins were questionable, so he was inevitably suspicious.

After listening to this, Meng Shanhe said, "Master Yuan, you should explain this to fellow Taoist Zeng. Don't believe the words of the Shadow King. How could Palace Master Fu collude with the Black Spirit? This is simply nonsense."

Fu Xianzhi exchanged glances with the old swordsman and said, "Fellow Daoist Zeng is worried that we won't investigate, so he's trying to provoke us. I'll call Commander Yu and ask her to lead a group of Fifth Floor masters to Zhenbei City to find the person who leaked the information."

The old swordsman nodded and said, "The Shadow King is good at controlling the souls of the gods. It is very likely that the Shadow King has taken control of the cultivators in Zhenbei City and did this."

Xu Yuanchang clasped his hands and took his leave, then flew eastward to catch up with Mr. Zeng in front of him.

But after a moment, Xu Yuanchang hurried back.

Everyone was still discussing what was going on. Seeing this, they were all very surprised. The old swordsman asked, "Does Brother Zeng have any requests?"

Xu Yuanchang couldn't tell Zeng Lao that he still cared about the Yaojin Mine, so he transmitted his voice: "Zeng Lao lent me the space treasure, saying that the sixth-level Yaojin Mine must not be given to Hei Ling. If the meat is going to rot, it should be rotten in our own pot."

The old swordsman laughed loudly: "Fellow Daoist Zeng is very righteous. Let's go to Zhenbei City immediately, pack up 3,000 elite monks, and take back the Yaojin Mine."

None of them had expected that Fellow Daoist Zeng, who was so suspicious, would be willing to lend the precious space treasure to Xu Yuanchang.

It is certainly a good thing for them.

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(End of this chapter)