The Primordial Law

Chapter 307 Slaying the Two Kings

Wang Shu's movement speed was extremely fast, like a nimble ape or a flying bird. He could leap dozens of feet on the steep cliff face, and Li Weiyi could not catch up with him.

However, the six phoenix-winged moth queens could fly and swoop down to pursue him, their speed no less than his.

Especially Wu Feng, whose innate Taoist magic seems to be speed, so fast that she is only a shadow. She is the first to catch up with Wang Shu, spread her membranous wings, and slash at his neck.

"court death!"

Wang Shu turned around in mid-air and swung his sword.

The Hundred-Character Weapon Blade struck Wu Feng, sending him crashing into the stone wall with a low cry, indicating he had suffered a wound.

Just this brief delay.

The other five Phoenix Winged Moth Queens caught up with Wang Shu and surrounded him in the center.

The five little ones let out high-pitched cries, vowing to avenge the five phoenixes, sometimes spitting out golden crow flames, sometimes unleashing lightning, sometimes striking out with sharp claws, and sometimes launching stealthy attacks...

Even with his profound martial arts skills, Wang was overwhelmed and unable to defend himself effectively.

Li Weiyi, from afar, condensed an Annihilation Finger Technique.

"Wow!"

The finger strikes out from a distance.

A golden-red beam of light streaked across a distance of several dozen feet and landed on Wang Shu.

Wang Shu was trapped in the attack of five Phoenix-Winged Moth Queens when Li Wei shattered his Dao Heart's external form and protective magic energy with a single finger. The beam of light struck his chest, and his body was thrown out, crashing into rocks and rolling on the hillside.

Li Weiyi was about to press his advantage when suddenly, a warning signal struck him. The hairs on his body stood on end, and almost instinctively, he swung his sword to the right, unleashing a bright sword beam.

Wang Zhi burst out from a crevice in the cliff face, conjuring two white bone claw prints that tore through the sword light and lunged at Li Weiyi.

He did not flee, but hid here in an ambush.

After all, if Wang Shu were to meet with misfortune, he too would be annihilated.

The two were bound together by life and death.

"Bang bang!"

Telekinetic flame whip, swordsmanship, movement techniques, leg techniques...

Li Wei used every means at his disposal to desperately defend himself, clashing repeatedly with Wang Zhi on the cliff face. Each move was deadly and swift.

Li Weiyi was hit by Wang Zhi's three claws, but with the blood-stained handprint demonic armor protecting her, she was able to withstand it and her body was intact, but her skin was bleeding and her internal organs were in unbearable pain.

Wang Zhi was struck by his sword.

The sword sliced ​​through Wang Zhi's chest, and blood flowed continuously.

Unable to stop the bleeding.

What terrified Wang Zhi even more was that the soul of the departed spirit within him was wounded by the Yellow Dragon Sword, and its soul power was constantly dissipating from the wound, making him weaker and weaker.

I have never encountered such a strange sword before.

Holding the ghost flag, Yang Qingxi stood on the shoulder of the Yin Ghost Commander and joined the battle.

"boom!"

The Yin Ghost Commander let out a long howl, swung his battle halberd, and knocked Wang Zhi, who was fighting with Li Weiyi, into the cliff wall, with rocks rolling down continuously.

"Zheng!"

Li Wei seized the opportunity and thrust out with his sword.

The sword, like a streak of yellow light, pierced through Wang Zhi's chest, pinning his body firmly to the recessed cliff face.

"You...who are you?"

Wang Zhi let out a sharp scream, feeling as if the Yellow Dragon Sword was a red-hot iron rod piercing through his body. The pain was excruciating, burning his soul to ashes.

"Wow!"

A cold wind blew from behind Li Weiyi.

Yang Qingchan, her hair disheveled, appeared beside Li Weiyi, extending a slender, pale hand. Her five fingers pierced Wang Zhi's skull as she chanted an incantation, performing some kind of necromancy.

next moment.

She extracted the spirit from Wang Zhi's body and inhaled its soul power bit by bit, looking extremely pleased with herself.

The spirits in the Netherworld, especially the ghostly spirits, almost all of them have cultivated the art of "devouring spirits".

"How could this be? The consciousness of the departed spirit within Wang Zhi has been largely obliterated, leaving its soul power extremely weak. How did he do that? Was it that sword?"

As Yang Qingchan refined the soul power within her body with a look of surprise, she glanced at Li Weiyi's retreating figure as he drew his sword and left.

After being caught up by Li Weiyi, Yang Qingxi, Yang Qingchan, and the Yin Ghost Commander, Wang Shu knew he wouldn't be able to escape today. He fought and retreated, saying in a deep voice, "Li Weiyi, you're too foolish. Haven't you seen the situation clearly yet?"

“I am the divine son of the religion, yet those great disciples and elders stand idly by and watch me die. Don’t you think about why this is?”

"They are waiting for you to kill me, commit a heinous crime, and then devour you alive and take your treasures. When the snipe and the clam fight, the fisherman benefits."

Wang Shu approached the patrol guards of the Heavenly Court and pleaded for help, but the guards quickly retreated, showing no intention of protecting him.

The martial arts instructors who used to patrol the guards were quite close to him.

At this moment, Wang Shu finally saw his master's true colors. If it weren't for his instructions, how could the patrol guards have acted this way?

For the sake of benefit, even disciples can be sacrificed.

Li Weiyi had long been aware of all this, but his resolve remained unwavering. The conflict had already escalated to this point, forging a deep-seated enmity between the two sides. To let Wang Shu go would truly be to release a tiger back into the mountains.

Once Wang Shu has fully condensed the Dao Lotus, even if Li Weiyi hides back in Nanqing Palace, he will definitely go to the ground and take revenge on everyone close to Li Weiyi.

Wang Shu said, "You don't actually think that Venerable Nan will protect you, do you? These old guys from the Divine Cult are all selfish, greedy, and ruthless. Their so-called master is just someone who sees you as useful; he has no humanity whatsoever."

"Li Weiyi, spare my life, and I swear I will never retaliate."

Li Weiyi would never believe him, so she shouted sternly, "Wang Shu, don't think that your master's refusal to save you is selfish and greedy. The Vice Hall Master is so wise; he must have discovered your wicked deeds, your slaughter of fellow disciples, and your embezzlement of the Divine Sect's wealth long ago, just like us..."

"If you want to find fault, you can always find a reason. Since you've lost your mind, there's nothing more to say. If you want to kill me, you'll have to pay a terrible price."

Six Bodhi seeds flew out of Wang Shu's ancestral field in succession.

Each Bodhi seed is engraved with hundreds of scriptures and has been refined into a ritual implement.

The six scriptures and the six Bodhi seeds are all of the same origin, forming a set of ritual implements, containing a total of over eight hundred scriptures. If one can perfectly understand these scriptures and control the power of the six Bodhi seeds to the fullest extent, theoretically, it is enough to unleash the power of an eighth-grade hundred-character implement.

However, it is far more difficult to control than an eighth-grade Hundred Character Artifact.

With Wang Shu's current cultivation level, he can only unleash a very small portion of its power.

Yang Qingxi said, "This set of magical artifacts is extremely precious, worth more than a million Yongquan coins. It's impossible for Wang Shu to possess it; it must have been obtained from a secret treasure vault. Should we capture him alive first?"

"Don't even dream about it! Do you really think the patrol guards of the Heavenly Court are just for show? That they'd give you a chance to capture them alive?"

"Either don't do it at all, or do it thoroughly."

Li Weiyi, the six Phoenix-Winged Moth Queens, Yang Qingxi, Yang Qingchan, and the Yin Ghost Commander—ten figures in total—surrounded Wang Shu, and even the six Bodhi seeds could not stop them.

Li Weiyi was resolute, not thinking about the trouble that might follow, nor like Yang Qingxi, who wanted to force Wang Shu to reveal the location of the secret treasure vault.

Just one thought.

Kill Wang Shu to prevent future troubles.

"Pfft!"

He darted forward and slashed off Wang Shu's right arm from behind with a single sword strike.

The magical weapon, a battle blade, fell to the ground.

Blood gushed from Wang Shu's shoulder, and he screamed in agony. He could no longer effectively control the six Bodhi seeds and stumbled as he fled.

"puff!"

Yang Qingxi controlled the Yin Ghost Commander, swung his battle halberd, and cut Wang Shu in two at the waist.

With a whoosh, she landed beside Wang Shu's corpse, pointed her finger, and examined his ancestral field.

The real treasures are hidden in the ancestral fields.

The ancestral field of a Dao Seed Realm martial cultivator has a vast inner world, but from the outside, it appears to be only the size of an acupoint, requiring careful exploration to find.

The endogenous world is like a bubble blown out of the real world.

"The ancestral field was completely empty, but the boundary bag... contained so many cultivation resources: blood crystals, millennium-old elixirs, magic artifacts, and spring coins..."

Yang Qingxi took away Wang Shu's boundary bag and gave Yang Qingchan a look, signaling her to quickly collect Wang Shu's magical weapon, the battle sword, and the six Bodhi seeds.

At this moment, Li Weiyi had no intention of competing with her for resources. He held his sword and looked at the patrol guards who were approaching.

"Boom!"

All three hundred patrol guards were martial artists at the Fifth Sea Realm.

They wore white armor, rode spirit beasts, and carried standard magical spears.

The departed spirit beast mount galloped wildly, causing the earth to shake and mountains to tremble, surrounding Li Weiyi, Yang Qingxi, and Yang Qingchan.

With average talent and decades of honing their skills, most martial artists can open the Seven Springs. As long as there are enough Five Seas Pills, a large number of Five Seas Realm martial artists can be cultivated.

Qianwei Zongqi, riding a seven-meter-long giant chicken-headed tiger-bodied soul beast, slowly walked out of the patrol guard. Looking at the two pieces of Wang Shu's corpse on the ground, his face was as cold as ice. He had never felt so heartbroken and distressed as he did today.

He desperately wanted to save Wang Shu, but ultimately dared not disobey his master's orders.

"Wow!"

One Day Snow is a great true disciple. The outward manifestation of his Dao heart is released, transforming into a thick cloud of Dharma energy that suppresses Li Weiyi and the other two, rendering them unable to move.

This is the power of a true master!
In any state of Lingxiao Realm, he is one of the strongest.

"Lock him up and take him back to the Heavenly Court," Yi Zhouxue ordered.

"Ha ha!"

The laughter of Sikong Jingyuan and Sikong Yanlun grew louder as they approached.

In an instant, the two appeared from the top of Lingji Mountain to the foot of the mountain, their figures resembling two round wheels, riding the wind and mist, far surpassing Wang Shu's skill.

“Lord Qianwei, the murder of the Divine Child is a major case, and it should be handled by our Kurong Palace,” said Sikong Jingyuan.

Yizhou Xue sensed the Dao Lotus's aura fluctuations on Sikong Jingyuan and Sikong Yanlun.

Clearly, these two Fifth Divine Sons, having trained in the Netherworld of the Dead, have made rapid progress in their cultivation and entered the fourth level of the Dao Seed Realm.

How could Yizhuxue not know their intentions? He clasped his hands in a salute and said, "Two divine sons, the deceased was my junior brother. The Heavenly Principles Hall and the Patrol Guards will never let the murderer go. Please give us some face."

Sikong Yanlun said rudely, "Since he's your junior brother, why did you hide and not save him earlier?"

Sikong Jingyuan smiled and said, "I heard from Li Weiyi that Wang Shu massacred many of his fellow disciples before his death. There must be a bigger case behind this, and the Kurong Hall will definitely investigate it thoroughly. So I'm really sorry, I can't give you that face!"

"Rewards and punishments are the duty of the Hall of Decline and Glory."

Sikong Jingyuan and Sikong Yanlun moved among the patrol guards, walked into the open space in the center, and looked down at the three people who were suppressed by the external manifestation of the One Day Snow Dao Heart.

The difference was that Sikong Jingyuan, with a slight smile, stared intently at the six strange insects and the ghost flag.

Meanwhile, Sikong Yanlun's gaze lingered intently on Yang Qingxi and Yang Qingchan.

Yi Zhouxue's tone turned somber: "If we cannot capture the murderer, I, the Thousand Guard, will probably be unable to return and report."

"That's your business!"

Sikong Yanlun spread his arms wide, and between his hands, a demonic wheel condensed. After being thrown out, it spun rapidly, the wind force as sharp as a knife, crushing Yi Zhouxue's Dao heart external appearance inch by inch, intending to snatch her directly.

"Boom!"

Yizhu Xue let out a deep snort, thrusting out his spear and shattering the demon wheel, turning it into a cloud of cold mist.

Three hundred patrol guards simultaneously raised their spears and activated their armor. A battle formation immediately materialized above their heads, with countless scriptures flying within it.

In an instant, tensions rose between the two sides, and the atmosphere became tense and deadly.

"stop!"

A young voice shouted from mid-air.

The people on the ground were all stunned by the power contained in the sound, feeling dizzy and unsteady, as if divine thunder had exploded in their minds.

"call!"

The massive body of the two-headed golden-winged eagle, carrying two figures, descended from mid-air, its wings whipping up a violent gust of wind.

(End of this chapter)