Chapter 2371

Only seeing a flash of the figure, the old man actually spanned dozens of zhang in a single leap, arriving before the Blood Soul.

The Blood Soul was startled, and hastily retreated.

The two fused puppets beside them immediately moved; one drew a bow, and with a sharp "hiss-hiss" sound, countless golden rays shot out.

The other puppet shook its long spear, a cold light flashed, and the spear tip instantly transformed into a giant blue flower about a zhang in diameter, which descended upon the old man.

Though the spear flower appeared crystalline, when Fang Yi pressed down, a wave of strange cold surged downward first, causing the void near the old man to congeal, as if it were about to freeze solid.

At this moment, those golden rays came shooting from all directions.

The coordination of the two puppets was nearly seamless.

The tall old man let out a cold snort; merely a flash of red electric arc on his body tore apart the nearby cold air, and those seemingly formidable golden rays, upon approaching, were similarly bounced aside easily by the electric arc.

The old man simultaneously reached out with one hand to grasp the giant flower in the void.

With a "bang," the blue giant flower vanished instantly, and a blue spear tip was easily caught in the old man's hook-like five fingers.

The spear-wielding puppet's arms trembled violently, attempting to withdraw the spear from the other's grasp, but the weapon seemed rooted and immovable.

Meanwhile, the archer puppet's eyes flashed with crystalline light; a startling aura burst from its body, and after the bow in its hand blazed with light, a golden long shock rainbow shot out with a sharp cry, straight toward the old man.

The tall old man laughed heartily, simply blowing toward the incoming golden rainbow; a mass of red thunderfire spewed out, swelling in the wind, and instantly formed into a size like a water jar.

With a "boom," upon contact, the two exploded apart.

The red electric light suddenly surged, swallowing the golden rays within, and then a rolling backlash struck precisely, hitting the archer puppet and reducing it to ashes.

As for the spear-wielding fused puppet, it was also struck mid-air by a suddenly appearing red giant hand and shattered on the spot into a pile of wreckage.

After another flicker of his figure, the tall old man swiftly appeared near the Blood Soul and extended a large hand rudely toward her:

"Little girl, now hand over the key and treasure; I'll still give you a quick end, otherwise, hehe..."

While speaking, the old man's face showed a ferocious expression.

"Senior, if you could enter this place, you must surely have a key to the Yao Ding Palace on your person; why must you insist on coveting the junior's belongings?" Blood Soul's face turned deathly pale as she slowly retreated, speaking thus.

"Hmph, you think I don't know that some special places in the Yao Ding Palace require relevant keys to enter? The ancestor only has one imitation key on him, so naturally I need to gather more other keys as backups. Since you refuse to hand them over willingly, don't blame the ancestor for being ruthless." Seeing Blood Soul still unwilling to yield, the tall old man immediately snorted coldly, flipped his palm, spread his five fingers, and directly lunged to grab her.

This seemingly ordinary grasp made Blood Soul feel as if she were completely enveloped by the other's five fingers from all sides, giving her an eerie sense of inescapability, and her heart leapt in alarm.

Just as the old man's fingers slightly shifted, about to seize Blood Soul's shoulder, a wave of disturbance arose above her, and a crystalline light appeared out of thin air, flashing like lightning straight down toward the old man.

This attack came without any warning; even if the old man was a seasoned Mahayana old monster, he was startled and unable to dodge in time.

With a muffled "puff," the old man's extended arm was wrapped by the crystalline light and instantly exploded into seven or eight segments in midair, though the old man himself blurred and reappeared dozens of zhang away in the void, his eyes blazing as he fixed his gaze on Blood Soul above and let out a harsh cry:

"Which fellow Daoist is here, actually using such underhanded means to scheme against me?"

While speaking, blood mist suddenly spurted from the old man's severed arm; countless blood threads intertwined and writhed, and a pristine white new arm began to regenerate.

Such limb regeneration is naturally effortless for cultivators of the Yao Ding Continent who practice blood-based techniques.

But after the old man's shout, the surrounding void remained utterly silent, with no one appearing; only Blood Soul's expression regained some composure, though her steps continued to retreat slowly backward.

Seeing this, the tall old man's face immediately darkened with malice; after casting a venomous glance at Blood Soul, he raised his intact arm and pointed swiftly at her.

A muffled sound.

A point of red light shot from his fingertip, flashed once, and vanished into the void.

The next moment, at a distance of about a zhang before Blood Soul, a boom rang out; the red light appeared out of nowhere and instantly transformed into a red short shuttle about a chi long, which pierced straight toward Blood Soul's chest.

The speed was such that it happened almost in the blink of an eye.

Even if Blood Soul wished to unleash a defensive treasure or dodge, given her cultivation, it was already too late.

Though she had always been calm, her face suddenly lost all color.

At this moment, a golden light flashed before her; a golden figure about a chi tall appeared, and with a slight wave of its arm, it shattered the red short shuttle into flight.

This was precisely the Gold-Eating Insect King, Jin Tong.

Upon seeing this, the tall old man's pupils contracted sharply, and a hint of suspicion appeared on his face.

"What manner of being are you, and what is your relation to this little girl?" After rolling his eyes twice, the old man suddenly asked.

The golden figure's icy gaze fixed on the old man, its expression wooden, showing no intention to answer, but with a void grasp of its small hand, a sharp "hiss-hiss" sounded nearby, and countless pale golden crystal threads appeared out of thin air, like a vast net enveloping the surrounding void.

Seeing this, the old man's heart burned with rage:

"Since you, fellow Daoist, insist on battle, I shall learn the extent of your divine powers."

As his words fell, the old man pinched a seal with one hand; countless red arcs erupted from his body, then he opened his mouth, and a sheet of silver light swept out; after the light condensed, it transformed into an ancient mirror.

Upon the mirror's appearance, its surface flashed with a hazy light; countless silver symbols surged out from within, and with a boom, transformed into clusters of silver thunderlight.

"Go"

The old man let out a low shout, shook his sleeve toward the opposite side, and immediately the red and silver thunderlights intertwined suddenly, forming a massive thundercloud about a li in diameter, surging forward with mighty force to press upon the opponent.

Facing this, the golden figure showed no expression, raised its small hand, and pointed once toward the opposite side.

A tremendous sound of breaking space arose, and the golden crystal threads instantly transformed into a violent rain, shooting toward the thundercloud.

Only the sound of "crack-crack" echoed from within the thundercloud, as countless crystal lights flickered indistinctly within; in a moment, it was pierced through with thousands of holes, and as spiritual power dissipated, it rapidly shrank.

The old man could hardly believe his eyes; even if that strike was not his trump card, it was absolutely one of his relied-upon great divine powers.

That silver ancient mirror was a remnant treasure of the Xuan Yao, and combined with his own cultivation of red thunder, its power was so great that who knows how many opponents had heard of it and lost courage—but now it was so easily dispelled by the opponent.

What exactly are the crystal threads transformed by the opponent, that they are so sharp and utterly fearless of his thunder divine powers?

But just as the old man was startled, the golden figure raised its ten fingers, and a "hiss-hiss" sound arose.

The old man felt the surrounding void turn cold; countless invisible sword qi appeared out of thin air and shot toward him.

The old man's face changed drastically; without hesitation, he shook his sleeve, and a green wooden bowl flew out, circled once to reach above his head, then spun and transformed into a layer of green light curtain shielding him within.

At the same time, the old man's other hand pinched a formula; after the rear light flashed, a phantom of a red giant flood dragon suddenly appeared behind him.

Upon the flood dragon's appearance, it immediately bared its fangs and claws, opened its huge mouth, and a sheet of red thunderarc burst out violently, transforming into rolling thunder curtains that slashed wildly in all directions.

With a loud "puff-puff" sound.

These thunderarcs, upon contacting the surrounding invisible sword qi, were as rotten wood, one by one being severed and shattered.

It's just that this layer of cyan light curtain somehow possesses some profound mystery within it, and with a flash of spiritual light it actually managed to block the incoming invisible sword qi.

But even so, the tall old man was startled, his face turning pale as he hastily made a grabbing motion with one hand, causing a strangely curved blood-red demonic sword to fly out from his storage bracelet.

The old man seized this sword in his hand, opened his mouth, and spat out several mouthfuls of essence blood toward it.

Upon contact, the essence blood was instantly sucked clean.

The demonic sword, after becoming blurred, suddenly twisted and came to life, transforming into an unknown blood-misty demonic snake.

After letting out a yin laugh, the tall old man flung the demonic snake from his hand.

Only a "swish" was heard as the demonic snake rolled once and then vanished into the void without a trace.

And in the very next moment, near the golden-hued small one, a blood mist suddenly appeared out of thin air.

The small one's eyes flashed with cold light, and immediately two crystalline beams shot out from within, directly piercing through the blood mist, leaving the interior empty and hollow, as if truly nothing existed there.

Just as the golden-hued small one was slightly startled, the blood mist before his eyes suddenly rolled and condensed, unexpectedly transforming into that blood-red demonic snake.

After the snake's body became blurred, its head somehow fiercely bit down on the small one's shoulder.

Seeing this scene from afar, the old man immediately threw his head back and burst into wild laughter:

"Junior, you are doomed. This snake is one of the Ten Great Poisonous Insects of Blood Yao, the Blood Mang Snake. Even if you have an indestructible vajra body, you will turn into a pool of filthy blood in a moment."

"Ten Great Poisonous Insects? Are they tasty?" The golden-hued small one glanced at the demonic snake on his shoulder, then suddenly revealed a hint of strange color in his eyes as he spoke for the first time.

His voice was unusually sharp and piercing, causing those who heard it to feel a strange, chilling sensation throughout their bodies.

Upon hearing these words, the tall old man was momentarily stunned, but immediately afterward, a scene that shocked him greatly appeared.

Facing him, the golden-hued small one suddenly moved his arm, grabbed the Blood Mang Snake at its seventh inch, forcibly tore it from his shoulder, opened his mouth, and actually bit off the snake's head in one gulp.