Unparalleled Evildoer

Chapter 283: Skynet Star Cover
Longquan stood on the speeding carriage and looked back. He saw Zhao Nanshuang approaching quickly with a flower umbrella. He was shocked. Just based on the ability to control the wind, it was enough to show that this Dharma King was at the level of an immortal. How could he, a casual immortal who could only run on land, resist? He hurriedly shouted to the disciples behind him: "Quick, stop her!"

Although the disciple heard Longquan's order, he still ran desperately, thinking: "If you are scared away, how can we stop you!"

"Hoo..." A fragrant breeze passed over the heads of several people, and the graceful figure was less than ten feet away from the carriage. She giggled and said, "I wonder where you can escape to!"

Longquan secretly groaned, if he had known this would happen, he would not have escorted the carriage away. He gritted his teeth and said to Chang Buyu, "Go quickly!" He flew up, swung his sword, and used a "Long Rainbow Piercing the Sun" move, stabbing at Zhao Nanshuang who was flying towards him.

Zhao Nanshuang did not even blink when facing the seven-colored sword light, "You think you can stop me!" During the flight, her body turned lightly, and her beautiful legs swept out like lightning. "Dang..." "Changhong" made a sound and was kicked away. Longquan's arm shook, and the sword almost slipped out of his hand. His body sank rapidly and fell heavily to the ground.

Zhao Nanshuang put away the flower umbrella and flew out casually. "Swish..." like a sharp sword, it drew a graceful curve in the air, bypassed the carriage, and with a "bang", it cut off the shaft in front of the carriage.

The four horses immediately broke free and ran away. The carriage tilted forward, slid forward with a "creaking" sound, and kicked up a long dragon of earth and rocks, which slid for a hundred feet before stopping. Chang Buyu screamed and he was also thrown out and rolled to the ground.

The flower umbrella turned around and returned to Zhao Nanshuang's hand again. Zhao Nanshuang opened the flower umbrella and floated to the ground.

Zhao Nanshuang looked at the intact carriage with a hint of doubt. With such a huge impact, the car did not break, and the heavy objects inside did not slide out. There must be a mystery. Zhao Nanshuang curled the corners of her mouth slightly, and walked towards the carriage gracefully.

Longquan's whole body was filled with internal energy. He stepped up, swung his sword, and stabbed at Zhao Nanshuang's back as fast as a flying arrow.

Zhao Nanshuang didn't even turn her head, but just stopped. When the sword light was only half a foot away from her, she turned her body and raised the flower umbrella in her hand to meet the sword.

This is not an ordinary embroidered umbrella, but a divine artifact from heaven. The umbrella cloth is woven with fairy silk, and the pattern is dyed with colorful spiritual stones. It is extremely flexible and full of spiritual power. The white umbrella cap, pole, and handle are made of meteorite iron, and it is also a sharp thorn.

"Ding" the sword light pierced the umbrella cloth, "Changhong" bent into a semicircle, and could not pierce the umbrella cloth, "Hu...", the flower umbrella closed, and the umbrella cap flashed with light, piercing towards Longquan who was retreating.

Frightened, Long Quan swung his sword to block, but with a bang, his body shook like a stone ejected by a catapult, and flew more than ten feet away with blood hanging from his body, unable to get up for a long time.

Zhao Nanshuang snorted coldly and ignored the fallen Longquan. He opened his umbrella, turned around and continued walking towards the carriage. No one else dared to stop him.

Zhao Nanshuang walked to the front of the carriage and stopped, staring at the carriage, sneering: "Are you hiding inside to attack me?"

'Bang...' The carriage exploded on all sides, and wooden boards flew towards Zhao Nanshuang. Zhao Nanshuang leisurely held the flower umbrella and stretched it forward. There was another bang, and the wooden boards were shattered, with wood chips flying everywhere.

With a thud, a heavy object fell to the ground, and a white-haired old man appeared, sitting on a bronze coffin. He was wearing a black Taoist robe and holding a purple-gold compass. He had a piercing gaze, a cold face, and looked very majestic.

The white-haired old man said coldly: "You are just a dancer who escaped to the lower world, yet you dare to show your face in public? Are you tired of living? Aren't you afraid that the people from the Heavenly Palace will scatter your soul?"

Zhao Nanshuang narrowed his eyes slightly, wondering, "How do you know that I am from heaven?"

"Haha, look at the women in the lower world. Is there any woman dressed like you? Is there any woman holding a 'flying umbrella' that only dancers in heaven have?"

Zhao Nanshuang's face darkened, and he stared at the white-haired old man and asked in a deep voice: "Who are you?"

The white-haired old man said, "You don't need to know who I am. You just need to know that you can't defeat me with your immortal fetus and immortal energy. If you know what's good for you, just go away and be your Dharma King in peace."

Zhao Nanshuang snorted coldly: "You old Taoist priest, you think you can scare me away just by saying this? That's ridiculous. I want to see how much Taoist skills you have!" The flower umbrella was retracted, turning into a stream of light, and appeared in front of the white-haired old man in the blink of an eye.

The white-haired old man did not move, still sitting upright on the bronze coffin, raising the purple gold compass in his hand, and with a "clang" sound, his true energy spread out, destroying the surrounding trees. Long Quan and the others all bent over with their true energy to protect their bodies, and barely managed to steady themselves from being blown away by the strong wind. Several disciples with weaker cultivation were directly blown away, and fell more than ten feet away.

Zhao Nanshuang's figure was still suspended in mid-air, with the umbrella cap and the compass touching each other, the two lights were dazzling, and he said fiercely: "You old Taoist, your eyes are blurry. Look carefully, this is the 'Heavenly Umbrella'. If you don't tell me who you are, I will let you die under this umbrella!"

The white-haired old man's expression changed slightly, and he said sternly: "That is not a great artifact, it can barely compete with my purple gold compass!"

"Let's see whose magic weapon is more powerful!" Zhao Nanshuang's phantom turned in the air and shouted, "A thousand threads pierce the heart!" The Tianluo umbrella opened with a 'whoosh' sound, sending out thousands of tiny silk threads, covering the white-haired old man like flowing clouds.

The white-haired old man shone the purple gold compass at the thousands of silk threads, and the golden light was released. A light curtain full of nebulae immediately formed in front of him, which slowly rotated, making a series of "thumps", blocking all the incoming silk threads. Zhao Nanshuang closed the Tianluo umbrella, quickly retracted the silk threads, and suddenly leaped forward, stabbing at the nebula map, "bang..." The light curtain shattered, and the sharp light pointed directly at the white-haired old man's eyebrows.

The white-haired old man still held up the purple gold compass, and with a clang, they collided again, and the true energy spread out and the dust flew.

Zhao Nanshuang's figure flashed and suddenly appeared behind the white-haired old man, holding a sharp spear in his hand and stabbing the old man's back. The sharp spear was pulled out from the umbrella handle, and the Tianluo umbrella was still against the compass, and the umbrella cloth was covering the old man.

Just as he was about to stab, the white-haired old man suddenly disappeared and appeared behind Zhao Nanshuang. He raised the purple gold compass in his hand, and several streams of light flew out of the compass and hit Zhao Nanshuang's back.

When the old man disappeared, Zhao Nanshuang had already sensed that the old man had retreated behind her. What she stabbed was just a phantom. She chuckled, leaped forward, flipped over the Tianluo umbrella, held it in her hand, and pushed it backwards.

"Bang bang..." The stream of light hit the umbrella cloth, the true energy spread out layer by layer, and Zhao Nanshuang's body continued to retreat.

At this time, Wuzhan had arrived here on horseback with two disciples, and happened to see the whole process of the fight between the two. This level of fight is rare in the world. Zhulang frowned, he didn't want to miss any details, and sighed in his heart, the cultivation of immortals alone is so strong, then what would the strength of Golden Immortals, Daluo Golden Immortals, and Hunyuan Daluo Golden Immortals be like?
What Wuzhan paid more attention to was the bronze coffin under the feet of the white-haired old man, on which were carved four ferocious beasts: one that looked like a dragon with wings, one that looked like both a roc and a phoenix, one that looked like a turtle with a dragon head, and one that looked like both an ape and a leopard, with extremely ferocious faces.

Wuzhan only recognized the first few words of the ancient characters engraved on the front of the bronze coffin: "Divine Emperor Taiyi..."

Legend has it that the God Emperor Taiyi was a figure at the beginning of the world, who existed tens of thousands of years earlier than Jimie, Haotian and the Three Religions Immortals. He possessed cosmic powers, died in the ancient war, and was revered as the supreme god by the Chu people, as evidenced by Qu Yuan's "Nine Songs".

Wuzhan narrowed his eyes slightly, "The two forces are fighting each other, could it be that Taiyi's corpse is in here?" If so, this corpse must be extraordinary.

When Longquan saw Wuzhan Master and Disciple appear, his heart trembled. Their intentions in following them here were obvious, and they would definitely not be here to watch the show. However, he did not have the right to drive them away at this time, nor did he have the ability to do so.

After Zhao Nanshuang blocked the flowing light, she lightly stepped on the ground and her figure disappeared immediately. In a flash, she appeared above the white-haired old man. Zhao Nanshuang shouted, "See how I capture you, Skynet!" The flower umbrella shone with spiritual light and suddenly expanded to form a cage of colorful silk threads, covering the white-haired old man below.

The white-haired old man did not dare to be careless. He exerted force with his feet and kicked the bronze coffin out. He then took the opportunity to escape from the shadow under the umbrella. "Thump..." The colorful silk cage fell into the air and landed heavily on the ground.

The white-haired old man shouted, "I was just thinking of taking you in and handing you over to the Heaven, Star Cover!" The purple gold compass in his hand spun, and countless starlight poured out from it and spread out, forming a huge hemispherical light curtain, like a sky full of stars, covering Zhao Nanshuang inside.

Seeing this, Zhao Nanshuang's face darkened and he snorted coldly: "You are not that capable yet!"

"Whether you have the ability or not, wait until you break through this star cover!" After the white-haired old man said this, his face suddenly changed. Colorful light shot out from the ground around him, and colorful threads rose up, quickly interweaving into a huge cage in mid-air. It was too late to escape.

Zhao Nanshuang asked, "Do you still think you can escape from my Skynet?"

The white-haired old man knew that he was careless. He didn't expect that while he was talking, Zhao Nanshuang quietly extended the colored silk into the ground and trapped him in it. He concentrated and said, "Good trick, but it depends on how long you can hold on under the starlight!" He sat cross-legged on the ground, pointed at the star plate with his hand, and moved his lips. He saw stars falling from the light curtain where Zhao Nanshuang was.

Zhao Nanshuang held up the Tianluo Umbrella and covered himself. "Boom boom..." Starlight hit the umbrella cloth like a waterfall. Zhao Nanshuang's face turned pale and sweat dripped down. His proud figure bent down to withstand the powerful bombardment. The ground under his feet cracked layer by layer.

However, Zhao Nanshuang was not to be outdone. She bit her thin lips and said, "Don't be idle either!" She stretched out her slender fingers and scratched the colorful silk that extended into the ground under the Tianluo umbrella, making pleasant sounds of "thump, thump..." The cage made "buzz, hum..." and emitted rays of light that swept towards the white-haired old man like a cutting knife.

The white-haired old man's face looked even uglier. If he was hit, his head and body would surely be separated. His body kept flipping in the air to avoid the sweeping silk thread.

The white-haired old man just dodged, and the starlight stopped falling. Zhao Nanshuang straightened up, "It would be nice to use you, an old Taoist priest, as a dancer. Hehe, let's see how long you can dance!" Her slender fingers quickly moved on the colored silk around, and rays of light crisscrossed from all directions to sweep towards the white-haired old man in the middle. For a moment, the white-haired old man was like a mouse jumping up and down, quite embarrassed.

While the white-haired old man was dodging, he manipulated the compass in his hand, and starlight like dense rain fell again, bombarding Zhao Nanshuang. He couldn't just dodge and let Zhao Nanshuang attack him. Only by attacking could he alleviate the attacks he was receiving.

The two men trapped each other, attacking each other while defending against each other's attacks, struggling to hold on, and fell into a stalemate, unable to back down.

However, the bronze coffin was not covered in it, and at this moment, a person was walking towards it.

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(End of this chapter)