Chapter 249

"How is this possible? Li Youyi crossed a realm and was able to trade blows with the Luan-Born Qilin-Young? If the Luan-Born Qilin-Young is a young Son of Heaven, then what is he?"

"Li Youyi in the insect-taming state is simply invincible. If he were allowed to reach the Seventh Sea, he might be able to rewrite the entire battle situation alone."

"Isn't that what's happening now?"

Li Youyi, his whole body steaming with blood mist, held his two swords and stepped forward on the street filled with corpses and blood, the seven Phoenix-Winged Moth Emperors radiating the brilliance of Immortal Soil flying around him. He said: "You seem not so strong!"

After being repelled, the Luan-Born Qilin-Young instead entered a state of emptiness, his eyes devoid of any emotion: "I have always known that there is a heaven beyond heaven, and people beyond people. I have thought that in the same realm, I might encounter an opponent stronger than me, serving as a whetstone on my martial path."

"I have thought of every possibility, but I never imagined that someone could cross a realm to fight me to such a state."

"Your Dao-body is not yet complete, and your fifth-tier Qi has not been tempered; you still have great room for improvement in the Sixth Sea."

"You must be the legendary mysterious physique that tempers all trace-pulses to gold, the one without any weaknesses, right?"

The experts at the level of inheritors present who heard these words were all shaken to their core.

Only top geniuses like them, who had come into contact with gold-pulse tempering, knew how difficult it was to temper gold-pulses.

If it is said that the number of trace-pulses a Wu Xiu can cultivate is entirely determined by the quality of their physique and the strength of their breathing technique, then the number of gold-pulses that can be tempered is actually the same.

Once you reach the limit of your physique, no matter how many resources you are given, you cannot cultivate another one.

"No wonder this kid's combat power is so strange; with a mortal body, he reverses the slaughter of pure immortal bodies as easily as eating and drinking. Perhaps the Young Venerable guessed right—he is a Full-Gold Physique," Hidden Ash exclaimed.

Heartless Golden Ape snorted: "The Full-Gold Physique only dominates in the realm of martial arts and has a greater advantage in physical tempering. When reaching the Dao-Seed Realm, the importance of the Dao is above martial arts."

Li Youyi stopped and asked: "Are we still fighting or not?"

The Luan-Born Qilin-Young said: "On the first day of the first lunar month, I once said, among the hidden dragons of the current age, only you and I. At that time, I admired your courage and your wisdom in dealing with desperate situations. In this current contest, in my view, a wise approach is still needed. Because I have already tried just now, and trying to suppress it with force does not work!"

"With the help of the seven exotic insects, you indeed already possess the strength to contend with me."

"But this is precisely your fatal weakness, because those seven exotic insects of yours cannot leave the battlefield. Otherwise, the insect army will also be led away from the battlefield and lose its value."

Li Youyi said: "Do you think you can leave the battlefield? If you leave, I will kill all the experts in the Far West Ash Region at the fastest speed."

The Luan-Born Qilin-Young said: "I have a team of twenty-eight Disaster-Fire Realm Great Thought-Masters currently suppressing Ge Xiantong. If they make a move, your insect swarm will surely disperse. All things have their nemesis; no one can be invincible."

Li Youyi and the Luan-Born Qilin-Young looked at each other, both knowing where the other's psychological weakness lay.

The Luan-Born Qilin-Young turned and left, rushing toward the Ash Region that was suppressing Ge Xiantong by the sea.

Li Youyi chased rapidly, the seven Phoenix-Winged Moth Emperors traveling with him, indeed leading the swarm away from the battlefield. His heart sank: "The Luan-Born Qilin-Young is truly a terrifying opponent; not only is his cultivation terrifying, but his wisdom is also terrifying. He is forcing me to fight him alone!"

Once the Luan-Born Qilin-Young arrived at the Ash Region by the sea, Ge Xiantong would likely not last long before dying in the siege.

If Ge Xiantong died, not only would the twenty-eight Disaster-Fire Realm Great Thought-Masters come over, but Ming Niansheng, Tantai Jing, and the experts from the Realm of the Dead would all join the battlefield.

At that point, everything would be lost.

In an instant, countless thoughts flashed through Li Youyi's mind.

Suddenly.

In mid-air, Zuoqiu Hongting stepped on flower rain, her speed like a meteor, projecting straight toward the sea to intercept the Luan-Born Qilin-Young.

"It's her; how did she get rid of Long Dian?"

Li Youyi looked back.

"Boom!"

Thirty-six lightning pillars transformed into a Thunder Strike Formation, descending from the sky and trapping Long Dian within.

The electric light was brilliant, and the thunder shook the heavens and the earth.

Lu Cangsheng walked through the air, landed on the shoulder of the Thunder Department Deity battle-method thought-form, stood in the air of the thirty-six Thunder Strike Formations, and roared: "Li Youyi, the heroes of the world are not just you. Please take back the title of 'Two Insects of the Eastern Border.' Leave Long Dian to me; you and Zuoqiu Hong can handle the Luan-Born Qilin-Young. Don't make me regret today's decision."

It was Li Youyi's reversal of the situation, his bloody courage and fearlessness, and his two swords repelling the Luan-Born Qilin-Young that had shaken Lu Cangsheng's mind, leading him to decide to join the battle early.

Li Youyi looked at the Thunder Roar Sect Wu Xiu rushing into the battlefield and laughed heroically: "Tonight, no matter what, I will hold you, Lu Cangsheng, in high regard!"

"And us!"

"Let's fight one last time; even with injuries, we can still battle."

Cang Li, Jiang Ning, Zhu Yibai, Yin Jiu, and other figures, dragging their heavily injured and exhausted bodies, rushed toward the battlefield near the Soldier Ancestor Marsh.

"Help me take good care of the seven little ones."

Li Youyi dropped these words, picked up Yin Eleven, and rushed toward the sea.

Zuoqiu Hongting was heavily injured; facing the Luan-Born Qilin-Young alone, she would not last long.

Yin Eleven was terrified, thinking Li Youyi was going to drag him into the battle: "I am just an ordinary inheritor-level Wu Xiu..."

"I am heavily injured!"

"My ability to survive from the Luan-Born Qilin-Young earlier was purely due to the sacrifice of the entire Hidden Gate of the Zuoqiu Family, which bought my life. Divine Hidden One, you cannot overestimate my strength!"

Li Youyi asked: "You are only heavily injured, but the magic power in your body is very abundant, unlike them."

"Bang!"

Arriving at the seaside, Li Youyi threw him to the ground.

He also threw the Ghost Flag to him.

Yin Eleven had long heard of the Ghost Flag's fame; he instantly turned from sorrow to joy, holding it in his arms, incredibly excited.

Li Youyi said: "You don't need to deal with the Luan-Born Qilin-Young; go and rescue Ge Xiantong."

"Okay, leave this matter to me. By the way, what about those seven exotic insects? If you leave, who can command and control them to lead the swarm in battle?" Yin Eleven was worried.

In Li Youyi's mind, a beautiful, fairy-like figure appeared. He sighed helplessly and headed toward the Luan-Born Qilin-Young and Zuoqiu Hongting, who were in the midst of a fierce battle.

"Next, it will be up to me, Yin Eleven, to save the number one expert of the younger generation and rewrite the entire battlefield."

Yin Eleven held the battle flag, his spirit soaring, his dragon tail moving as he advanced.

But, seeing the lineup besieging Ge Xiantong, Yin Eleven stopped abruptly, wanting only to turn and flee.

Before him were dense figures of the Departed Spirits, with dozens of Disaster-Fire Realm Great Thought-Masters, and even top experts like Tantai Jing and Ming Niansheng.

In the formation, there were five other ghost shadows.

Each ghost shadow was a powerhouse.

Yin Eleven simply couldn't imagine how Ge Xiantong had lasted until now without dying? Is the life of the number one expert that tough?

The seven Phoenix-Winged Moth Emperors had wisdom, but like children, after Li Youyi left, they actually took the initiative to rush toward Jiang Ning, gathering by her side.

This naturally drew countless surprised eyes!

Qi Xiao and Shi Shishi's eyeballs were about to fall to the ground; one must know that on the night of the twelfth day of the first lunar month, they had worried about Li Youyi all night, fearing he would die at Jiang Ning's sword.

Yang Qingxi, standing behind Jiang Ning, stared at the back in front of her, feeling as if she were getting to know her all over again.

Jiang Ning could not think about the subsequent impact at this moment. For now, she could only bite the bullet and command the seven Phoenix-Winged Moth Emperors, dividing them into seven paths, killing the Wu Xiu of the Far West Ash Region faction until they were in chaos, their shrill screams echoing throughout the city.

Long Ting stepped on a wisp of cloud, flew to the top of the Bright Moon Seven Stars Pavilion, took out a two-foot-long bone flute, and played a low-pitched melody.

Under the blessing of magic power, the flute sound spread throughout the entire South City.

The sound waves entered some of the low-intelligence Soldier-grade fierce insects in the insect army, which immediately became manic, ignoring the orders of the seven Phoenix-Winged Moth Emperors and attacking all Wu Xiu indiscriminately.

"Use high-grade magic weapons to suppress the seven exotic insect larvae; the swarm will collapse without an attack."

Heartless Golden Ape wore armor, his body protected by magic power, unafraid of the insect swarm's attack, and rushed rapidly toward Bai Shu at the center of the swarm.

It saw that Bai Shu was controlling many General-grade fierce insects, maintaining the order of the swarm.

"Heartless Golden Ape, the people of my Earth Wolf King Army are not someone you can touch just because you want to." Shi Shishi rushed over, intercepting Heartless Golden Ape.

"Just by you?"

Heartless Golden Ape didn't put Shi Shishi in its eyes at all; a mortal, and one who had just entered the Seventh Sea, such strength... it could only be said that the Earth Wolf King Army was lacking in talent, and anyone could be a Dharma King.

"That's right, just by me. Anyway, this is just the last battle; my desperate trump card should be used!"

As Shi Shishi ran, ancient scriptures appeared on his skin, his body becoming larger and larger, bursting his clothes and growing proportionally.

Soon, his body became even taller than Heartless Golden Ape.

Still growing...

"You are... the bloodline of the Ancient Immortal Giant..."

"I have never been full, but today, I am thirty percent full; hitting you should be enough."

Shi Shishi's giant fist blasted out, causing Heartless Golden Ape to retreat continuously.

Not relying on cultivation, but purely on the giant's physical strength, it was already extremely tyrannical. In the past, he had relied on the scriptures on his body to hide his true bloodline form, suppressing the giant body to the size of a normal person.

Long Ting, standing on top of the Bright Moon Seven Stars Pavilion, suddenly felt a strong wind behind him, hurriedly stopped playing, and turned to look.

He saw.

A dragonfly more than six meters long flying toward him, the sound of its wings flapping extremely deafening.

Long Ting recognized it; it was the exotic insect raised by Zuoqiu Ting, named "Zuoqiu Qingting."

"Bang, bang!"

After trading several blows with it, Long Ting did not gain much advantage, secretly shocked in his heart.

He didn't expect an insect to have such remarkable combat power.

The dragonfly's abdomen erupted with bright light, and it spat out countless beams of light from its mouth, forcing Long Ting to immediately jump off the Bright Moon Seven Stars Pavilion, his figure flashing and shifting as he headed toward the battlefield below.

The next instant.

Three figures moving at high speed—one holding a staff, one holding a ruler, and one holding two swords—were fighting or pausing on the eaves and corners of each floor of the Bright Moon Seven Stars Pavilion, rotating and wandering, fighting all the way to the top of the tower.

The Bright Moon Seven Stars Pavilion was a magic weapon with ten thousand scriptures, equipped with seven thousand formation scripts.

At this moment, these scriptures and formation scripts all appeared in circles, gorgeous and beautiful, even brighter than the full moon in the sky.

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