Chapter 559: From the Transformed Spirit Chicken: Beast Taming Cultivation Chapter 558 Sect Under Attack

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Protagonist:

Yu Zhangsheng

Just as Wei Lao was pondering this matter, the sect-protecting grand array in the distance suddenly trembled.

Wei Lao abruptly looked up, his complexion changing drastically in shock.

Someone was actually attacking the sect-protecting grand array! And they launched the attack immediately after Yu Zhangsheng and the others left!

This shows the other side came prepared and had long since set the timing!

"Not good!"

Wei Lao hurriedly contacted the Purple Mansion experts left behind, and that Elder also spoke with a grave expression:

"Wei Lao, what's going on?"

Wei Lao urgently said: "It seems someone is taking advantage of the moment when our Wanxiang Sect's experts are out to launch an attack!"

"You must quickly contact Yu Zhangsheng and the others to return and defend; before Yu Zhangsheng and the others return, you must hold out!"

That Elder also hurriedly nodded: "You contact Yu Zhangsheng, I will summon the disciples to urgently reinforce the sect-protecting grand array! We absolutely cannot let the sect-protecting grand array shatter, otherwise all previous efforts will be wasted."

"Good!"

The two split up to act, not daring to delay by a hair.

At the same time.

Yu Zhangsheng, who was bringing sect experts to the mining area sea region, also received this news.

After clearly seeing the information sent from the sect, Yu Zhangsheng's complexion suddenly changed greatly.

"Not good! The sect is in danger! Let's return quickly!"

The other few Purple Mansion experts did not yet know what had happened, but seeing Yu Zhangsheng's ugly complexion, they also knew something major was wrong.

None of the several people dared to delay; just as they were about to arrive at Yinwu Dao, they suddenly received this news, and needed to return immediately.

But before they had even traveled half the journey, golden light suddenly erupted around them, and a huge formation appeared on the ground, trapping everyone.

"Who are you people?"

Yu Zhangsheng's voice was calm, but those who understood him knew that Yu Zhangsheng at such a time was at his most angry.

A white-robed cultivator appeared outside the formation, his face covered and unseeable, his voice sharp and thin.

The white-robed cultivator gave a lewd laugh: "Yu Zhangsheng, today stay here with me to drink and make merry, how about resting for a while?"

"You and I have no need to clash blades."

Yu Zhangsheng pointed at that white-robed scholar and coldly said: "Today I have no time to waste words with you, scram!"

The white-robed cultivator clutched his belly laughing: "You are not qualified to negotiate terms with me now; trapped in my formation, you still don't realize it?"

Then Yu Zhangsheng within the formation suddenly struck out, directly executing the Five Extremes Subduing Demon Fist.

The formation merely resisted for a moment, then shattered as it lost its magical power support.

The white-robed scholar almost dropped his jaw in shock, screamed and retreated, but was directly entangled by Yu Zhangsheng, and the second fist of the Five Extremes Subduing Demon Fist was executed again.

One punch struck that white-robed scholar's belly.

That white-robed cultivator's face twisted, he spat fresh blood, and his five features were all squeezed together.

Before he could make any move, Yu Zhangsheng's subsequent attacks arrived, slapping him onto the ground like a ball.

Unfortunately, at this time the surrounding people also reacted and rushed toward Yu Zhangsheng to kill him.

In a moment, over a dozen Purple Mansion True Monarchs struck out simultaneously, various techniques coming at him, and Yu Zhangsheng did not dare to take them head-on, so he could only retreat.

At this time, Yu Zhangsheng's men also began battling the opponents.

Yin Tianba roared: "Changsheng, leave this place to us, you hurry back to the sect!"

"That's right, Changsheng, the sect absolutely cannot suffer any loss!"

"We'll solve the big trouble here and immediately go support you!"

Yu Zhangsheng gritted his teeth, but also knew it was not the time to hesitate, turned his head and left.

Lu Sandao saw the situation and followed him; as for that bald man, seeing this great opportunity, he didn't care about anything else and directly ran away with all his might.

At this time no one could afford to pay attention to him, and they actually just let him run far away.

Wanxiang Sect.

Wei Lao's eyes were red, nearly mad, as he charged at one person to kill.

Another Elder was also doing his utmost, fighting to the death to protect the sect disciples behind him.

But the experts brought by Wang Sheng were simply too many.

They completely crushed the Wanxiang Sect disciples; under such a huge gap, the entire sect had no hope of resistance whatsoever.

Wang Sheng casually killed a Wanxiang Sect disciple, then saw Wei Lao who was fighting fiercely.

Wang Sheng recognized this person at a glance: he was Yu Zhangsheng's Master.

"It's you!"

Wang Sheng's mouth corner split into a grin, and in an instant he charged toward Wei Lao at extreme speed.

With just one palm he directly slapped Wei Lao flying dozens of meters away.

"Wei Lao!"

Many disciples cried out in grief and quickly surrounded toward Wei Lao's direction.

Wei Lao had blood from his nose and mouth, and with difficulty stood up.

That Wang Sheng's sudden strike left him no time to react at all before he was struck in a vital point.

Several disciples wept bitterly, glaring hatefully at Wang Sheng.

"Wang Sheng, you're so despicable!"

Wei Lao wiped the corner of his mouth, wiped away the bloodstains, and blocked all the other disciples behind him.

That Wang Sheng flew over slowly, coldly laughed once, "Despicable?"

"Slaughtering you ants, I want to kill however I want to kill, however fun it is, however I come."

"Whether it's a sneak attack or wanton slaughter, you all only have the fate of waiting to die."

Wei Lao coldly hummed: "Wang Sheng, don't think that just because I'm old, I'm useless. Today, as long as I'm here, don't even think about hurting a single hair of my Wanxiang Sect disciples."

"Hahahaha."

Wang Sheng laughed wantonly, extremely disdainful.

"Just with you?"

Wang Sheng suddenly struck out with a finger, a golden long spear suddenly appeared in his hand, directly shooting toward Wei Lao.

Wei Lao had the other disciples scatter, leaped out like a fish, his long sword flipped in his hand, a wandering dragon sword intent swirled, crashing toward that golden long spear.

Thunder rumbled, vast true qi surged, surrounding disciples were all shaken flat onto the ground.

Wang Sheng stepped through the void, took the spear, directly piercing Wei Lao's chest.

Pfft.

Fresh blood spattered, surrounding disciples all turned red-eyed, all simultaneously rushed up.

"Wei Lao, I'll help you!"

"Wei Lao, leave quickly, we'll hold out here!"

"Wei Lao, Eldest Brother Changsheng will definitely avenge us, leave quickly!"

Several Golden Core disciples tragically and furiously came again, launching attacks toward Wang Sheng from different directions, using all kinds of methods, also wanting to block Wang Sheng.

"Ants dare to block an elephant? Truly overestimating themselves."

Wang Sheng's golden long spear swept, directly cutting a disciple in front of him in half at the waist.

And that spear intent still did not stop, following Wang Sheng's magic power control, actually constantly changing positions in midair.

A disciple saw the attack approaching, various defensive measures emerged one after another, doing his best to block that golden hidden spear attack.

But the gap in cultivation bases between the two sides was truly too great.

One was a Sub-Talisman Peak cultivation base, one was Golden Core strength, even if Golden Core resisted desperately, it was nothing more than a mantis trying to stop a chariot.

Pfft! That disciple couldn't even speak a word, directly had his head smashed.

All disciples seeing such a scene, nearly went mad, fellow disciples who had cultivated together for decades, now being so cruelly slaughtered by someone, had long forgotten the gap between the two sides, all rushed up in a swarm.

Even if they could strike that Wang Sheng with one sword, it would be worth it.

"Overestimating themselves."

Wang Sheng waved the long spear in his hand, pacing in place, every time one of those disciples rushed up, Wang Sheng would extend a finger. That disciple would immediately explode on the spot, turning into a cloud of blood mist.

The entire mountain instantly became bloody red, Wei Lao struggled to stand up, barely taking pills to recover some injuries, the wound pierced through his chest also too late to attend to.

He could no longer watch the sect disciples go to their deaths, wanting to stop them.

"Leave quickly!"

Wang Sheng glanced over, also feeling bored of playing, lightly waved the long spear in his hand, those disciples all turned into blood mist, silently gone.

Wei Lao roared, spurted blood from his mouth, holding his long sword, charged toward Wang Sheng.

His whole body's magic power operated, even though this would aggravate his injuries, he no longer cared about that much, just wanted to trade his life for Wang Sheng's.

Under the support of huge magic power, that treasure sword turned into a giant sword tens of meters long, pressing down toward Wang Sheng.

Wang Sheng's stature flashed, the long spear rebounded, that giant sword instantly flew backward.

He extended another finger, casually pointed, Wei Lao's two legs simultaneously exploded into blood mist, kneeling on the ground unable to rise.

Wang Sheng coldly laughed repeatedly, "Just with you ants, you don't even have the qualifications to injure me, and dare to bark wildly in front of me."

The long spear extended, pointing at Wei Lao's head.

"Hmph, you, Yu Zhangsheng's Master, are nothing more than this. Instead, I don't want to kill you in a hurry. I want to kill you in front of Yu Zhangsheng."

"Only then can I vent the hatred in my heart."

Wei Lao gritted his teeth: "Wang Sheng, if you want to kill, then kill, what nonsense, could it be that you don't kill me because you're afraid Yu Zhangsheng will avenge me?"

Wang Sheng's face twitched, the long spear in his hand was about to exert force.

Suddenly a fist force came from beside him, Wang Sheng hurriedly dodged.

That figure directly dragged Wei Lao away, flashing to the side.

"Who are you?"

Wang Sheng furrowed his brows, looking at the other party not daring to be careless, because the aura on the other party was not simple, at least at the level of Sub-Talisman Late Stage.

That person wore a mask, seemingly with a forbidden restriction set on it, even with Fa Eye, his face could not be seen clearly.

His voice was also muffled, making it quite unclear.

"Wang Sheng, you've gone too far this time."

"I've gone too far? What are you, can you control me?"

Wang Sheng pointed the long spear at that person, threatening: "I am the Seventh Holy Son of Hai Shou Tian Dao, know your place, just put down that person and leave, I'll act as if nothing happened."

That person coldly hummed: "With your status, you still can't threaten me."

Then he looked around, the entire Wanxiang Sect had completely fallen, many disciples dead, also a small number unable to resist surrendered, losses were heavy.

"Wei Lao, the situation here, I've been too concerned, I can only save you first."

Wei Lao's aura was weak, he just slightly nodded, then fainted.

"Courting death!"

Wang Sheng let out a low shout and was about to charge at that person, his long spear pointing straight at Wei Lao, intending to forcibly strike Wei Lao dead in that person's hands.

That person was also unwilling to clash head-on, directly retreating swiftly.

Wang Sheng was anxious with anger; a spear thrust missed, and he immediately pursued to kill.

The two exchanged moves back and forth, constantly maneuvering within Wanxiang Sect, and quite a few buildings suffered collateral damage and were destroyed.

That Wang Sheng still refused to let up, determined to kill Wei Lao.

That person ahead also grew somewhat annoyed, scattering a handful of copper coins from his hand; countless copper coins transformed into Dao Dao palm-sized discs shooting toward Wang Sheng.

Just as they were about to collide they suddenly exploded, obstructing Wang Sheng's steps.

Watching that person run farther and farther away, Wang Sheng directly shouted for the others uniquely.

This time the subordinates Wang Sheng brought, the number of Purple Mansion True Lords was also fully ten-odd people; under the net's summons they all began the encirclement and suppression.

That person facing Wang Sheng alone still had strength to spare, but simultaneously facing the Dimension of ten-odd Purple Mansion True Lords, he also began to struggle.

Wang Sheng at this moment also caught up; seeing Wei Lao and that person fallen into a predicament, he couldn't help but laugh wildly and arrogantly.

"In a moment I'll definitely let you know the outcome of being so presumptuous before me! Give me kill him!"

That person gritted his teeth; at this moment it wasn't about being conflicted over how to escape, but rather hesitating whether to reveal his identity and make Wang Sheng retreat.

That person touched the face mask on his face, then looked at the heavily injured, nearly unconscious Wei Lao, finding it somewhat hard to make up his mind.

Attacks from all around also arrived; that person could only maneuver and dodge in all directions, hoping to find an opportunity to escape.

But Wang Sheng would no longer give him a chance to flee, gripping his long spear he charged straight over.

"Receive death!"

That person stepped on the spear tip, dodging by the narrowest margin, but the surrounding attacks arrived again, and that person was also carelessly struck in the back, vomiting fresh blood.

"Wang Sheng! I definitely won't let you off!"

Wang Sheng coldly hummed, "You don't have this opportunity anymore."

Right hand raising the long spear, the golden long spear grew larger and larger, until the sky's edge, a golden long spear several hundred meters long, like a towering giant tree, piercing through heaven and earth.

"Die!"

The giant long spear fell down, unparalleled pressure descending, the ground trembled, the air exploded with sound, all living beings in the surroundings were crushed by the heavy pressure.

That person pointed a finger at the sky, trod on the earth, a white light flashed past, transforming into a blazing light sphere that erupted.

Thunder.

The golden spear hit the ground, the earth shattered, the entire Wanxiang Sect turned into a complete mess.

The ground split open a huge sore, bottomless.

In the darkness, a white light flickered, yet gradually weakened.

Wei Lao and that person lay in the deep pit, both still sunk in unconsciousness.

Wang Sheng smiled sinisterly, once again controlling the long spear, about to finish off the two.

Just at this time, from the sky's edge a crimson flame dragon lineage jetted over, blocking that long spear, shooting it off to one side.

Immediately after, countless vines rose from the ground, covering the deep pit layer by layer, and Wei Lao and the other person below were also protected within.

The earth trembled, a giant turtle tumbled up from the sea surface, sweeping up sky-covering huge waves, pouncing toward Wang Sheng and the others.

A low roar, a giant shadow flew pouncing over, landing not far from Wang Sheng.

A human figure flipped down, facing Wang Sheng with four eyes meeting.

"Wang Sheng, you deserve death!"

Seeing the surroundings where Wanxiang Sect was originally still thriving prosperously, now already destroyed in an instant, quite a few disciples' corpses just thrown outside like this, too miserable to behold.

Countless disciples body dies Dao vanishes, even Wei Lao and that other sealed person are already heavily injured and unconscious.

All of this is thanks to Wang Sheng's gift.

"Yu Zhangsheng!"

Yu Zhangsheng's face, deeply engraved in Wang Sheng's mind sea, every time he thinks of this face, Wang Sheng wants to flay his own skin and flesh to be able to suppress the hatred in his heart.

Now once again seeing it with his own eyes, Wang Sheng can no longer suppress the hatred in his heart.

"Today, my eighteen Purple Mansion True Lord subordinates, swear to level your Wanxiang Sect, not leaving a single living mouth."

"As for you, hehe, I will capture you alive, refine you into a cultivation cauldron furnace, letting you suffer endless suffering from now on, only then can it resolve the hatred in my heart!"

"Yu Zhangsheng, I and the others practice our hands, can you block it?"

Eighteen Purple Mansion True Lords, plus Wang Sheng surrounding Yu Zhangsheng on all sides, encircling him in a circle, every person's face revealing contempt.

The gaze looking at Yu Zhangsheng, like looking at a dead person.

Yu Zhangsheng laughed loudly, his voice especially piercing to Wang Sheng's ears, his face continuously twitching.

"Relying on just you lot, I alone am enough."

Quite a few disciples in the surroundings, having already seen Yu Zhangsheng and Wang Sheng and the others confronting each other, one by one their eyes revealed hope.

"Quick look, it's Eldest Brother Changsheng!"

"That Yu Zhangsheng came! He came to save us!"

"Didn't expect at this kind of time, he actually still dares to come back!"

"However, relying on just him alone, how could he possibly be Wang Sheng's opponent." (Chapter End)