Chapter 121: The Might of the Eight-Pattern Dharma Treasure

Golden water droplets suddenly appeared in the heavens and earth; before Li Hai and the others could react, they split into dozens, then hundreds! In the span of a single breath, tiny golden water droplets filled the space sealed off by the earth-fire pillar.

These golden droplets completely enveloped Li Hai and the others, then suddenly vanished without a trace.

"Not good! This is probably a poison! Old Three, be careful!" As the eldest brother, Li Hai was experienced; although he didn't know the effect of those golden droplets outside, he still judged from his years of experience that it was likely a poison.

"What's there to fear, big brother? We've already set up a Divine Sense Barrier here; even if it's poison, it can't get in. We still have one breath of time! Si Ma Wu Ming, hold on for me!"

Si Ma Wu Ming exerted himself to uphold a five-zhang-sized Spiritual Light Shield within the ten-zhang space, doing his best to block the scorching heat of the earth-fire.

But soon he felt something was wrong, and shouted in alarm: "Not good, the heat is poisonous!"

"Done!"

Li Hai's voice suddenly came; Si Ma Wu Ming's panicked heart instantly calmed, he turned his head and saw the silver-white Converging Flow Ball suddenly stop its high-speed rotation.

Immediately thereafter, a terrifying divine-sense force that almost pressed him to the ground burst forth from that silver-white Converging Flow Ball, forming a silver light pillar that slammed fiercely toward the heavens.

Boom!

The third-level great formation suddenly trembled; when Li Hai and the others looked up, a black starry sky suddenly appeared above the four of them!

"Broken!"

"Go! Hurry!"

Li Hai shouted loudly; without Li Hai saying, Si Ma Wu Ming had already been the first to rush upward, for below was too terrifying—those streams of heat contained astonishing toxicity; even though he used his spiritual-power shield to block most of the heat, allowing only a little to seep through, he already felt a hint of stagnation in his internal spiritual power.

Si Ma Wu Ming led the way, with Li Hai and the others closely following, all anxious as they fled toward that gap.

Far away, Wang Ping merely watched, with no intention to intercept at all!

As Li Hai rose, he didn't forget to glance back at Wang Ping; the killing intent in his eyes was utterly undisguised.

But when he saw his enemy standing there with arms crossed, leisurely, even waving at them, a sudden uneasy feeling rose in his heart; he hastily turned his head to look at the gap blasted open by the divine-sense force.

Si Ma Wu Ming had already flown to the gap's position and was about to emerge.

But just then, a black dao-iron staff suddenly appeared in the gap wide enough for one person to pass!

The unfortunate Si Ma Wu Ming never expected that someone would appear outside the formation.

Thud!

The black staff came down with a heavy, powerful blow, directly shattering Si Ma Wu Ming's Spiritual Light Shield; the tremendous impact sent him flying downward at greater speed.

"Charge out!"

Li Hai shouted loudly, his body suddenly accelerating; at the same time he condensed eighty percent of his internal spiritual power into a fiery-red long sword, thrusting it upward fiercely! The Converging Flow Ball lasts only two breaths; they cannot afford delay!

The other three did likewise, almost condensing eighty percent of their total spiritual power into a fist, a palm, and a blade in their haste, and they rushed toward the gap at extreme speed!

"Hehe! Want to come out!"

From outside came a wild voice; a black staff flashing with seven treasure patterns appeared again!

"Let you see how formidable this Eight-pattern Dharma Treasure is! Staff Dance Shakes Mountains and Rivers!"

From the gap a figure suddenly leapt in, wielding a black iron staff, sweeping out a sky-full of staff shadows that then all dissipated, revealing the Eight-pattern Dharma Treasure Black Flame Heaven-Shaking Staff.

Down below, Wang Ping showed no worry at all, holding the Eight-pattern Dharma Treasure; if he couldn't even block a mid Foundation Establishment cultivator for ten breaths, that Eight-pattern Dharma Treasure would be too weak.

As Wang Ping had expected, with the Eight-pattern Dharma Treasure's aid, Wang Ye wielding the Black Flame Heaven-Shaking Staff, his aura like a rainbow, the sky-full staff shadows dissipated; the black staff came down from above and clashed fiercely with that sword, blade, fist, and palm.

Boom!

Above the hundred-zhang height, a violent roar burst forth; Wang Ye was directly knocked out of the formation, while Li Hai and the three others, struck by such a heavy blow, saw their upward momentum stall, their internal spiritual power emptied, their faces turned pale, and they nearly fell like Si Ma Wu Ming.

"Quick! Quick! Quick!"

Li Hai shouted anxiously, the exit was only ten zhang away; they needed only a light step to get out!

"Hahaha! Your grandfather's back again!"

Wang Ye reappeared at the gap with a wild laugh, his clothes torn, revealing sturdy muscles, blood at the corner of his mouth, his face equally pale, but his eyes brimmed with unprecedented savagery.

"Ha!"

The Black Flame Heaven-Shaking Staff in the returned Wang Ye's hand once again turned into a sky-full of staff shadows!

"Staff Dance Shakes Mountains and Rivers!"

As Wang Ye's voice finished, he swung down a thick, black iron staff straight!

Li Hai glared, eyes nearly bursting: "Damn it! You, a mere second-stage Body Refining early cultivator, dare block our way? Go die!"

At the critical moment, Li Hai, furious to the extreme, stuffed a medicinal pill into his mouth, constantly forming seals with both hands before his chest, chanting; suddenly his eyes opened, two silver rays shot from his eyes, condensing three feet before him into a palm-sized silver dagger.

"Big brother!"

"Big brother!"

"Big brother! No!"

Three mournful cries rang out; Li Hai's heart trembled, yet he resolutely continued to condense the silver blade before him!

"Die!"

With a thought, Li Hai turned the silver blade into a silver light ray that shot toward Wang Ye.

The Black Flame Heaven-Shaking Staff swept out sideways, yet it didn't touch the silver blade at all; Wang Ye's eyes flared with anger, and as the silver blade approached, he suddenly felt his thoughts seem to stall.

He could no longer control his own body!

Ah! Ah! Ah!

"Move, damn it!" Wang Ye's heart let out a silent roar.

No matter how hard he tried, it was to no avail; he could only watch as the silver blade shot toward his brow.

Below, Li Hai, caught by his own brothers, didn't have time to look at Wang Ye's situation, but quickly said: "Hurry! Get out right away!"

Li Shan nodded firmly, embracing the elder brother as he prepared to charge forward upward!

But as soon as he lifted his head, he saw Wang Ye still standing fine at the formation's gap; before him, Lan Ming, the killer of his second brother, wielded a large silver light hammer, happily pounding the Soul-devouring Blade condensed from the elder brother's Divine Sense.

"How is that possible?"

No sooner had the words left his mouth than Lan Ming's silver little hammer struck the silver blade with a 'duang', splitting it in two!

"Ah!"

Li Hai suddenly let out a miserable scream, his hands clutching his head as he shook it wildly!

Li Hai's miserable shout woke Wang Ye from his previous state, and then an uncontrollable surge of anger rose in his chest.

Despite his fatigue, he unleashed another staff strike that moved mountains and rivers!

Li Hai and his two companions were just having their souls shaken by Wang Ping shattering the Soul-devouring Blade; in their hurried response they could exert less than fifty percent of their strength, and were swept down from the high heavens by a blow of the Black Flame Heaven-Shaking Staff.

This delay caused the just-blasted opening in the formation to slowly close again!

Just then, Tie Lanshan's voice echoed in all directions:

"Heavenly thunder hooks earthly fire! Yin and yang unite! Thunder and fire fill the sky!"