Lord of Time: From a Five Elements Cultivator to a Master of All Daos

Chapter 165 Mutation
After all, the golden flame is a virtual entity created by magic. It can only block Xun Yangzi's fourth-level magic weapon for a moment and is not enough to repel it.

Before Wei Zhong could escape in front of Xun Yangzi, two silkworm-wing flying blades from behind had already reached Wei Zhong's back.

'How annoying!'

It was the first time that Wei Zhong was chased by someone else's magic sword and was in such an embarrassing situation.

This flying blade is not only extremely fast, but also extremely sharp. Wei Zhong dare not be careless at all.

He turned over, and the energy in his hand spread out, like fine black needles colliding with it continuously.

The sonorous sound is endless.

Fortunately, this kind of parry finally reduced the speed of the two flying blades greatly, and even if they fell in front of Wei Zhong, they were unable to break through the spiritual clothing protection.

While he was relieved, Wei Zhong discovered through his spiritual sense that Xun Yangzi wanted to recall the first flying blade, so he quickly controlled the Xuanming Sword to tangle with him.

Seeing that Xun Yangzi showed no signs of driving the fourth flying blade, Wei Zhong also understood that the other party's control over this fourth-level magical weapon was still limited.

'There is still a chance.'

The Gengjin technique in Wei Zhong's hands was blessed, and it seemed as if a layer of golden light covered his arms. He raised his hands and clapped them together, knocking away the flying blade that had lost its impact momentum, then turned around and continued to run towards Xun Yangzi.

He took out a small black ball in his hand at the same time, and the throwing technique was activated instantly. The small ball tore through the air in front of him, leaving a black afterimage, and arrived in front of Xun Yangzi in the blink of an eye.

The latter's face was slightly condensed, and after half of the finger gestures were completed, a hazy yellow light appeared in the air, and an ochre-colored shield instantly condensed in front of him.

"Earth-based defensive magic?"

Wei Zhong was surprised, and while he was stunned, the black ball had already broken through the shield defense.

During this brief delay, Xun Yangzi had already escaped the attack of the throwing technique and fell to the ground.

Seeing the black light in Wei Zhong's hands light up again, he made hand gestures and cast a spell without thinking.

The spiritual light from his fingertips spread along his body towards his feet, finally touching the stone slabs on the ground.

As soon as the two touched, a yellow spiritual light suddenly emanated, and a hazy yellow armor instantly covered Xun Yangzi's Taoist robe.

Wei Zhong was surprised when he saw this, but his hands did not stop moving at all. The black ball was shot out by the throwing technique and headed straight for the opponent.

However, this time it did not show any overwhelming power. When the small ball touched the opponent's armor, it only made a huge shaking sound, which penetrated the formation and spread to the outside world.

Several bystanders' faces changed drastically:
"It's connected to the earth veins!"

Wei Zhong's expression also became solemn. His throwing technique with the black ball was undoubtedly extremely powerful.

However, this attack did nothing other than causing a violent tremor and forcing the opponent back several steps.

After taking back the two black balls, Wei Zhong bowed and asked:
"I haven't asked Fellow Daoist Xun Yangzi yet, so I wonder what your spiritual roots are?"

A muffled voice came from the armor below:
"To be honest, I am an earth-type spiritual root."

Xun Yangzi only explained the type of spiritual roots, but did not reveal the meaning of the grade of the spiritual roots.

When people from the outside world heard this, they all suddenly understood.

"No wonder! This magic of the opponent connects himself with the earth veins below, which is why he has such a strong defensive ability. It turns out that it is the help of the earth spiritual root."

Anyone with a little knowledge can already see the mystery of this move.

However, Shan Qin, who was sitting in the upper stands, did not relax at all.

'This person is probably not just an ordinary earth-type spiritual root. Although the corresponding spiritual root has the effect of blessing the same-type magic, it can never reach this level.

At least it must be a low-grade earth spirit root, or it must be blessed by some extremely rare earth spirit body. Otherwise, it would be impossible to connect to such a huge earth vein power.'

Wei Zhong in the formation also understood this a little more clearly. Wei Zhong also had some understanding of the blessing of spiritual roots on magic.

But this is the first time I have seen something as exaggerated as Xun Yangzi's.

Previously, based on his name and the way he controlled magic tools, Wei Zhong had guessed that he had fire or metal spiritual roots, but he didn't expect that he had earth spiritual roots.

"A sharp metal attack weapon and a powerful earth-based defensive spell? This is a perfect combination."

The corner of Wei Zhong's mouth twitched slightly.

While he was thinking, the two dispirited flying blades in the distance were already under his control again.

Wei Zhong's spiritual sense caught sight of the shadow of the flying blade, and the internal energy in his hands burst out. He used the same trick again and repelled it again.

Looking back at Xun Yangzi who was wrapped in khaki armor below, he couldn't help but wonder if his own methods could help break the impasse.

The throwing technique using an unknown black ball is Wei Zhong's most powerful attack at present.

The opponent's special technique transferred most of the power of the flying technique to the ground veins below, while the opponent himself received only a small amount of damage.

When Wei Zhong attacks the opponent, it is equivalent to attacking the ground veins below him.

But the mountain under their feet was not an ordinary mountain. It was full of spiritual energy and was where the veins of the earth's fire were located. How could a Jindan cultivator like Wei Zhong shake it?
"The only way is to exhaust its spiritual power?"

Wei Zhong didn't believe that this powerful technique had no limits. The stronger the defense, the more mysterious the technique, but it was also inevitable that it consumed a lot of spiritual energy.

In a competition of consumption, Wei Zhong has never been afraid of anyone since he started practicing "Spring and Autumn Water Refining Art".

What's more, there is still strong energy in the body, which can deal with the opponent's flying blade.

Having made up his mind, Wei Zhong kept moving his hands, unleashing flying spells one after another, creating waves of tremors that made the hearts of those outside the formation jump.

"What kind of magic is this? It obviously doesn't carry much spiritual power, so why is it so powerful?"

Feeling the trembling under their feet, the onlookers were all shocked.

This force, which is guided underground, has such power. What would it look like if it hit a cultivator's body?
Looking up at the black armored figure in the air, many people realized the huge gap between themselves and the cultivators of the same level.

Even Yu Ziming, who had just been defeated by Xun Yangzi, couldn't help but shake his head:
"I am far inferior to these two fellow Taoists."

The disciples in the same hall came forward and asked curiously:
"Brother Yu, can you tell what kind of magic these two people are using?"

Yu Ziming hesitated for a moment and answered:

"Fellow Daoist Xun Yangzi should be using the Xuan Yuan Miao Kai technique inherited from the Puyang family, which connects the body to the ground veins where the body is standing, providing unparalleled defense. It is a wonderful technique that starts at the third level.

"Xun Yangzi's ability to perform has its limits. If the ancestor of the Puyang family were here, it would not be a problem to connect the entire Juyuan Mountain Range. Even a Nascent Soul of the same level would find it difficult to break through.

“However, I cannot make out the origin of this Daoist friend Wei’s magic. He did not bring up much spiritual energy when he cast the spell. It seems that the grade of the spell is not high, but the power is good. Even among the third-grade spells, few can compare with it.

It is very likely that he created it based on many Taoist techniques."

"Self-created magic?"

There are not many cultivators who create their own magic, mainly because such things are troublesome and not rewarding, and it is far less time-saving and labor-saving than practicing a few magic techniques passed down by their predecessors.

"Fellow Daoist Wei is a guest of the Chamber of Commerce. I wonder what kind of skills he has practiced?"

Yu Ziming pointed at the black Xuanming Sword entangled with the Silkworm Wing Flying Blade in the distance:
"It's probably the way of refining weapons. He might be a fellow practitioner of mine in the Weapon Palace."

Thinking of this, Yu Ziming also had an inexplicable liking for Wei Zhong.

The monks watching the excitement below were leisurely, but the monks refining weapons in the fire veins were not so.

The waves of shaking disrupted the rhythm of many people's weapon refining, and the drawing of spiritual patterns in their hands was also affected. They collapsed and failed before they could draw halfway.

There were also cultivators in the Puppet Hall not far away who noticed this unusual phenomenon.

In addition, the monks here were arguing over the production of a fourth-level puppet, and this interruption from the outside world made everyone furious. Huang Yunqi frowned and sent his disciples to check. After a while, he learned that there were monks fighting in the weapon hall.

"What kind of fight could cause such a big commotion?"

"It is said that the guest from Puyang family had a fight with the guest of our Chamber of Commerce, and Miss Shan was watching the fight outside the venue."

Xuan Zhao also came over after hearing this:

"It's hard to handle a fight where Miss Shan is watching."

"Why is it so difficult? The production of the fourth-level puppet is an order from the leader of the guild, and no one is allowed to interfere.

Brother Xuanzhao, come with me and stop it."

After saying this, he was the first to leave the hall, and Xuan Zhao followed with a wry smile.

The two of them followed the mountain path, flew half a foot into the air, and quickly fled towards the fighting arena.

On the other side, Xun Yangzi seemed to realize that it was not a solution to keep wasting time like this. His spiritual power was limited, and if he dragged on, he would be defeated sooner or later.

So he just made a hand gesture and flew up.

'Flying?'

The opponent had stayed on the ground for so long that Wei Zhong thought he would not be able to leave the ground by using this method. Unexpectedly, he flew into the air at this moment.

Using the soul-searching technique, he immediately discovered some clues.

Rich earth-attributed spiritual energy rose from the underground sacred mountain and filled the soles of the two people's feet.

"This method does not require contact with the ground, but rather a connection with the earth's spiritual energy? This is more in line with the concept of magic."

“It actually flew?”

The monks watching were also shocked. Looking inside the formation, Xun Yangzi once again took out his magic iron fan and attacked Wei Zhong at close range.

"Well done!"

Seeing Xun Yangzi coming with the iron fan, Wei Zhong used all his strength to circulate the internal Qi, forming a three-foot thick Qi field around him.

This powerful mobilization even caused the seals on the real elixir to react, lighting up one after another.

When Wei Zhong was surprised, he found that the seal in his body had been reflected on his body surface, forming a mysterious black spiritual pattern on his body.

"this?"

Wei Zhong was extremely surprised, but Xun Yangzi was already close to him, and the sharp fourth-order iron fan cut through layer after layer of the Qi, gradually approaching Wei Zhong's body.

Looking at the sharp light in front of him, Wei Zhong seemed to have an epiphany.

He raised his right hand slightly, and more than a hundred Gangyin spiritual patterns continued to pile up on it, gradually dyeing half of Wei Zhong's arm and the palm black.

Wei Zhong slapped the approaching magic iron fan with his palm.

"boom!"

A violent roar resounded throughout the formation, and the spiritual patterns on it continued to tremble, seeming to be in danger of collapse.

"Not good, everyone, help me stabilize the magic circle!"

The white-browed old man who was watching from the side flew up and landed in a corner of the formation, continuously injecting the elixir-forming spiritual power in his hand into the formation.

Hearing this person's call, several other people did the same, each standing at a node in the formation, inputting their own spiritual power to stabilize the formation.

"what is this?"

There was a hint of horror in Shan Qin's eyes. The black aura had just obscured everything, so the onlookers could not see the details.

I only saw Xun Yangzi holding an iron fan and rushing into the strong energy. The two came into contact for only a few breaths, but it caused such a terrifying power.

Looking closely, the spiritual energy in the formation was extremely chaotic and it was impossible to see the figures of the two people at all.

In the formation, Wei Zhong stared blankly at his right hand and the shattered robe on it. The aftermath of the collision had actually torn the right sleeve of the third-level robe into pieces.

What a powerful force this is?
Wei Zhong couldn't understand it at all.

Outsiders may not be able to see the situation in the battle, but Wei Zhong sees it clearly.

In the distance, Xun Yangzi had been knocked to the ground by his own palm, and the dark yellow armor on his body was shattered beyond recognition.

The blood on it also showed that he was seriously injured.

This palm strike actually destroyed the armor that even throwing techniques could not penetrate, and directly injured the opponent's body.

What shocked Wei Zhong even more was that an iron fan fell not far from his body, which was the Nascent Soul magic weapon he was holding just now.

At this moment, the iron fan no longer has its previous exquisite appearance.

The fan bones were broken and the edges were full of potholes, and it looked severely damaged at first glance.

"I almost destroyed a Nascent Soul magical weapon with one palm?"

Wei Zhong felt it was more and more absurd. He wanted to mobilize the internal energy and seal to recreate the scene just now, but he found that the energy could be mobilized as usual, but the seal did not react at all.

Looking inward, he saw that the seal on the real pill was dim, as if the previous attack had exhausted all its power and it was in the process of recuperation and recovery.

Wei Zhong turned his consciousness to the outside world and saw a light shining above the formation. He knew that the people outside had already reacted and were about to see the scene inside the formation.

He quickly flew down and took back the magic weapon Xuanming Sword. He also took back the iron fan and several flying blades for Xun Yangzi.

After approaching him and checking, we found that he was breathing in more than out and had fallen into a coma.

The palm strike just now not only violently broke his protective magic, but also damaged his life-saving folding fan, causing the opponent to fall into a state of serious injury in an instant.

"I won't beat you to death with one blow, will I?"

Wei Zhong smiled bitterly, took out the Dixuan Pill in his hand, pinched the other person's chin open, and stuffed it into his mouth.

The Dixuan Pill is a fourth-grade healing elixir, and one of the most mild in terms of medicinal properties, making it perfect for use here.

The elixir melted in his mouth, and the medicinal power flowed into his limbs and bones, stabilizing the injuries in his body and continuously repairing them.

Just at this moment, the formation was opened from the outside, and Shan Qin was the first to step inside.

Seeing the scene, Wei Zhong's robe was only damaged, and he looked fine from the outside.

He breathed a sigh of relief, turned to look at Xun Yangzi beside him, his face horrified, and hurried forward to check.

This visitor from Puyang must not have any accident here.

When I stepped forward to investigate, I suddenly heard Wei Zhongyan say:
"He has been given the Dixuan Pill. His injuries have stabilized, but he is still in a coma."

Shan Qin then relaxed a little, and looked at Wei Zhong helplessly:

"What method did Fellow Daoist Wei use to injure him so badly?"

Wei Zhong smiled bitterly and said nothing.

Recalling the description in "The Method of Tempering Gang Qi", the ten thousand Gang Qi can be compared to the spiritual practice of Nascent Soul.

And the number of seals corresponding to these ten thousand strands of Gang Qi is exactly one hundred.

(End of this chapter)