The Primordial Law

Chapter 538 The Strongest State

"What a Yao Qian! He's definitely not to be underestimated."

Knowing it was too late, Li Weiyi didn't rush over immediately. While controlling the dragon soul with his mind to rush into the seabed, the Heavenly Sword Talisman flew out from between his eyebrows.

The hidden ruler who clashed with Yang Yin was closer, more experienced, and accustomed to controlling the overall situation. He swung the governor's seal in his hand.

Yao Qian's movements were incredibly skillful. He dodged the governor's seal and then unleashed his Frosty Palm to dim the light of the incoming Heavenly Sword Talisman, freezing it into ice crystals, and sending it crashing into the sea.

There is only one Heavenly Sword Talisman, and its power is only comparable to a single strike from a martial artist in the Longevity Realm.

Li Weiyi never imagined that it could kill a martial artist in the Longevity Realm.

Being able to hold off Yao Qian for even a moment is already a great achievement.

As Yao Qian swung his sword at the dragon soul, he felt an immense danger coming from above, as countless bolts of lightning struck down.

Clearly, he wanted to slay the dragon soul, while Li Weiyi wanted to destroy his "Netherworld White Bone" Taoist technique.

Each has its own tactics and strategies.

Forced into a corner, Yao Qian had no choice but to switch from offense to defense, turning around and thrusting his sword towards the sky.

"Wow!"

Forty thousand longevity scriptures, following the sword energy and sword intent, clashed with the lightning released by the Purple Heaven Thunder Seal in the sky, like a reverse torrential rain.

"Boom!"

The Purple Heaven Thunder Seal, the size of a house, suddenly fell, causing a depression in the water's surface.

The dense, countless bolts of lightning covered an area of ​​several miles, resembling a purple sea, a truly magnificent sight.

The power of the swastika-shaped artifact was extremely domineering. Although Yao Qian avoided the artifact's imprint itself, his protective aura was still broken by the lightning, and his magical robe was charred black, causing him to stagger backward.

Li Weiyi stood on the green mist, hovering in the air above the purple sea of ​​electricity, and joined forces with the dragon soul that broke through the water from the sea: "Yao Qian, show me your true skills! Only the seventh-grade thousand-character armor that you took from the Nether Dragon Prince can withstand the Purple Heaven Thunder Seal."

On Yao Qian's chest, his charred magic robe shattered into tiny black fragments the size of fingernails, revealing the skin beneath, scarred by lightning.

He never imagined things would turn out this way with Li Weiyi, and he found it hard to accept.

Yao Qian stared at the figure in mid-air: "You only managed to injure me because of the advantage of your weapon. Without the governor's robe and the Purple Thunder Seal, how many of my swords could you withstand?"

“You don’t think this is all the strength I have?” Li Weiyi said.

Yao Qian was not one to act rashly and did not want to take any more risks. Continuing the fight would only result in a Pyrrhic victory, even if they won. So he said, "Please, Palace Master An, take action personally to suppress Li Weiyi. Capturing him would be a great achievement."

Yin Jun snorted coldly: "With the leader of Jiuli personally taking action, An Pusa is already on the verge of death and can hardly protect herself. No one will come to save you two. Today, we will settle our grudges with one sword."

Both Yao Qian and Yang Yin turned pale.

I thought that An Xianjing only intercepted Yang Shenjing and didn't take action because she didn't want to be used by him.

Unexpectedly, Li Weiyi actually invited the leader of the Jiuli tribe to come over.

Both were extremely shrewd and decisive, and used their escape techniques to flee in two different directions.

"Still want to leave?"

"Array up!"

The Hidden Lord's body erupted with spiritual light, like a blazing sun.

Instantly, array patterns and numerous array runes appeared in the void above the sea.

As the fog gradually dissipated, twenty-four otherworldly coffins appeared, floating on the sea within a radius of ten miles, arranged in a circular pattern.

Each otherworldly coffin is a platform that intercepts the two people who are using escape techniques.

As for the underwater area, it has a different layout.

Li Weiyi released seven Phoenix-Winged Moth Kings, forming a combined attack formation, and rode away on a dragon. He raised the Staff of All Things, its array plate and star trail patterns enveloping the more than one hundred-meter-long dragon soul.

This time, we contacted Yang Yin first.

Under the combined attack formation, Yang Yin fought against nine opponents alone, but his protective aura was quickly shattered by the Purple Heaven Thunder Seal, and he was forced to retreat injured.

Li Weiyi pressed his advantage, pulling the opponent into the Sun, Moon and Stars Formation, slashing and thrusting with his sword and spear.

With the dragon soul reaching out with its claws and the seven phoenixes attacking, Yang Yin's injuries quickly increased to thirteen. He had never been so disheveled and miserable in his previous battles with the Hidden Lord.

Li Weiyi and Yin Jun's fighting styles are completely opposite, with fierce attacks and overwhelming momentum.

An Xianjing stood sixty miles away, able to observe the battle in the center of the formation, and was greatly shocked.

Since she began cultivating, she had heard of the legends of the Dao Seed Realm defeating the Longevity Realm, but today, it was all happening right before her eyes.

Thinking back to several years ago, when I saw him outside the city of Lizhou, he was just a disheveled young man who could barely stand.

How did he reach such heights several years later?

Although they borrowed the power of treasures and strange insects, which of those ancient sects' true disciples didn't have their own methods?

"He wasn't bragging! Was his ancestral land actually destroyed? If not, why is the Feng family cultivating Dao? Sigh..."

An Xianjing couldn't help but sigh, giving rise to unrealistic and delusional thoughts.

Even she herself didn't realize how much she longed to see Li Weiyi enter the realm of immortality.

Whether the ancestral land is abandoned or the Feng family breaks free from its constraints, as long as she sees Li Weiyi take that step, she believes she will feel a unique sense of emotion and relief.

At that time, he will surely be able to conquer two realms at once, compete with the true disciples of the ancient sect, and travel to a larger world.

An's tranquil thoughts drifted far away.

"Nine Illuminations of Mysterious Light".

Yang Yin's hair and beard flew wildly as he unleashed his strongest Taoist sword technique.

A flash of mysterious light appeared on his body, and he unleashed a waterfall of sword energy with his sword, slashing straight at Li Weiyi at the center of the formation.

Li Weiyi neither dodged nor evaded, but met the attack head-on with "Taiyi Opening the Sea" and clashed with it.

The light flashed again, and the second sword strike was even stronger, instantly shattering the formation of the Sun, Moon and Stars array.

Yang Yin roared like thunder.

His expression seemed to be telling Li Weiyi that he was now ready to fight to the death, and that if he pushed too far, they would perish together.

All seven phoenix-winged moth queens were swept away by this sword.

Li Weiyi's ancestral field was adorned with more than a dozen magical artifacts.

There are weapons with a thousand characters, such as Xie Chucai's "Blood Pool Silver Sea" battle sword and the Three-Eyed Dragon's "Wind and Thunder Banner," etc. There are also weapons with a hundred characters, such as Kongxu's three swords.

None of them were ordinary items; each was at least a ninth-grade, hundred-character weapon. It had just blocked the second sword strike.

Yang Yin's body flashed for the third time, his entire body, hair, and skin becoming incomparably bright.

The third sword strike was vast and inexplicable, cleaving straight down like a silver river falling from the sky.

Li Weiyi used the Purple Heaven Thunder Seal to block the sword, but his body was shaken back. His blood and qi churned, his protective magic energy was broken, and sword marks appeared on his skin.

All the ritual implements were thrown into the four directions.

"Could he really possess the Nine Illuminations of Mysterious Light? Each sword strike is stronger than the last; there's no way I can withstand all nine of his sword strikes."

Li Weiyi knew that the final counterattack of a martial artist in the Longevity Realm was extremely terrifying, often capable of taking down an opponent stronger than himself. Unsure of Yang Yin's true strength, he secretly considered whether to temporarily avoid his attack.

But then, after the fourth flash, the fourth sword strike was not aimed at him.

Instead, it slashed at the formation set up by the Hidden Lord.

"I was almost fooled by him! If he had cultivated the Nine Illuminations, this fourth sword would definitely have been aimed at me, not at breaking the formation."

Li Weiyi concluded that Yang Yin had only mastered four sword techniques, so he used his magical energy to activate more than a dozen magical artifacts and launched a massive counterattack.

"Wow!"

Yang Yin's fourth sword strike was extremely powerful, tearing through the array of light and shattering an otherworldly coffin.

Suddenly, a gap appeared in the trapping formation.

"Swish! Swish..."

A look of joy appeared in Yang Yin's eyes. He manipulated more than 60,000 longevity scriptures and collided with more than a dozen magical artifacts flying from behind, causing his body to be blown backward.

Li Wei slashed horizontally with his sword, tearing through the longevity scripture and landing on Yang Yin.

"puff!"

Yang Yin was thrown dozens of feet away, blood spurting from his mouth and nose.

After unleashing the four desperate sword strikes of the Nine Illuminations of Profound Light, he was in a weakened state and could not withstand Li Weiyi's series of attacks.

With a gap appearing in the trapping formation, Li Weiyi dared not give Yang Yin a chance to catch his breath. If he were to use his escape technique, today's efforts would be in vain.

"Wow!"

Li Wei was like a fleeting shadow, graceful as a swimming dragon, landing on the shadow of the cauldron.

Yang Yin desperately swung his sword upwards, but he clearly sensed a dragon's claw emerging from the seawater beneath him.

The dragon's claw was surrounded by clouds and mist, with flowing lightning.

One cannot focus on one thing while neglecting another.

"Oh!"

"Pfft!"

Yang Yin was struck by the dragon's claw, his body was thrown back into the formation, bleeding profusely and in excruciating pain.

As I flew backward, my vision went black for a brief moment.

When he regained his vision, what he saw was not Li Weiyi chasing after him, but Yao Qian flying out of the gap in the formation from above his head on a sword.

Yao Qian's body was encased in black armor, with scriptures flashing densely on it. He glanced down at Yang Yin, who had fallen back into the formation, sighed, and fled into the distance without looking back.

There's no way to save him.

Once they miss this chance to escape and fall into the siege of Li Weiyi and Li Songgu, neither of them will be able to get away.

"Old Li, Yang Yin is in your hands now!"

Li Weiyi gathered all the magical artifacts and seven strange insects, used spatial teleportation to appear in the void several miles away, and intercepted Yao Qian in front of him.

Seeing that he had no dragon soul to help him and could not form a combined attack formation in a short time, Yao Qian judged that this was his only chance to kill Li Weiyi.

Because, given Li Weiyi's cultivation speed, even if his martial arts are hindered, his mental power will quickly reach the level of a Holy Spirit Mental Master.

With the leader of the Nine Li tribe and the Grand Palace Master protecting them, their rising momentum is unstoppable.

"Since you're determined to die, I'll grant your wish."

A dragon's roar resounded within Yao Qian's body, indicating that he had refined the five dragon tendons of the Nether Dragon Prince, greatly increasing his physical strength.

His seventh-grade thousand-character armor will greatly enhance his defense and explosive power.

"Chichi!"

Li Weiyi supported the light and shadow of the Fusang Divine Tree, and the Fengfu Dharma Qi surged forth in a mighty torrent. Martial arts and mental power merged together, condensing into a huge fiery millstone, which collided with Yao Qian's attack.

"You are very strong, even stronger than the true disciples of the ancient sect, but no matter how strong you are, you are still only at the Dao Seed Realm."

Yao Qian swept through the enemy lines with unstoppable momentum, destroying the Fenye Millstone.

Spread out the five fingers of your right hand.

The five fingers, encased in black armor, transformed into incredibly sharp dragon claws, striking towards Li Weiyi's head.

Li Weiyi's eyes were calm. He stepped back quickly, released magical energy with both hands, and emitted spiritual light from between his brows. His will exploded completely, and he controlled the flames, entering an extremely focused battle state of "I am the only one in the world who can defeat me".

The Burning Karma Millstone, torn in two by Yao Qian, condensed into a seven-clawed flaming dragon and a three-legged golden crow in the left and right directions, respectively.

The seven-clawed flaming dragon snaked its way up towards Yao Qian.

Seven dragon claws, seven fighting styles.

Enveloped by the dragon's shadow, Yao Qian sensed the power of Li Weiyi's martial arts combined with his secret technique. The Seven-Clawed Flaming Heavenly Dragon was terrifyingly hot and incredibly powerful. Even his Netherworld White Bone technique probably couldn't withstand it.

"Oh!"

Using the power of the armor, Yao Qian captured the dragon, shattering the seven-clawed flaming dragon into scattered fire clouds.

but……

The golden crow cried out and swooped down from above, grabbing his head with one claw and his legs with the other two, intending to tear him to pieces.

After using the immobilization talisman to freeze Yang Yin to death, Yin Jun rushed over without stopping.

Seeing this scene, I was horrified.

The entire sky was ablaze with flames, like a true golden crow emerging with overwhelming power, its wings dazzling and its cry deafening. If Yao Qian hadn't possessed that precious armor, he would surely have been torn to shreds.

(End of this chapter)