Chapter 870

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Protagonist:

Xu Zhangqing

Seeing this, Xu Qiansui raised the Golden Spear in his hand, spirit patterns across his body activated, white radiance at the spear tip surged wildly, and he thrust full force at the ghost claw.

"Clang!"

The Golden Spear collided with the ghost claw; white radiance and cold black qi erupted instantly, a violent shockwave swept the surroundings, the entire cabin was shattered into pieces, and wood chips flew everywhere.

Although Xu Qiansui had erupted with full force and gained strength close to an Inferior Nascent Soul,

the opponent was not an Inferior Nascent Soul, so the next second he felt a tremendous force rebound along the spear shaft, the Golden Spear almost slipped from his hand, his figure involuntarily retreated, and his feet heavily shattered the floorboards inch by inch.

However, this scene shocked Wuchang even more.

After all, he himself was a Superior Nascent Soul, yet a full-force strike was actually taken head-on by a cultivator who had not even reached the Nascent Soul Stage.

Even though the other party was injured, it was still somewhat unbelievable.

On the other side, Xu Jiuyou's situation was completely different.

He originally possessed genuine Nascent Soul strength; facing the yin-pattern silk threads Mo Yan wrapped around him, the nine centipedes behind him danced nimbly.

The centipedes wrapped around the yin-pattern silk threads, the barbs flashed with cold light, and they tore all the fine threads to shreds.

Green poison sprayed onto the remaining threads, and the rest were corroded completely, dissipating into wisp after wisp of black smoke.

Before Mo Yan could react, a centipede rushed to his front and bit his shoulder, deadly poison instantly injected into his body, so fast there was no way to dodge.

"Ah!"

Mo Yan let out a shrill scream, the magic power within his body became chaotic, his own aura rapidly declined, his body was corroded by the toxin, and his consciousness became blurred.

He wanted to resist, but was suppressed by the deadly poison, causing the magic power within his body to be unable to circulate; he could only clutch his bleeding shoulder and retreat continuously, and at this moment he no longer had any thought of counterattacking.

However, Xu Jiuyou did not pursue him; his gaze quickly locked onto Wuchang on the other side.

Wuchang also sensed Xu Jiuyou's threat, immediately gave up pursuing Xu Qiansui, once again activated his magic power, both ghost claws swelled at the same time, the yin qi on the claws grew increasingly dense, even carrying a trace of glaring blood color, and then he lunged straight at Xu Jiuyou.

But Xu Jiuyou was not afraid at all; the nine centipedes danced together and charged at the ghost claws.

Two Nascent Soul Stage existences collided instantly, erupting with fierce attacks.

Every impact of the ghost claws and centipedes was accompanied by violent turmoil; the damaged cabin was torn further apart and began to leak wind everywhere.

Wuchang's ghost claws were fierce and ruthless, every move deadly.

Xu Jiuyou's centipedes were agile and cunning, and their poison was even more terrifying.

Both sides exchanged blows, and for a time it was hard to determine the victor.

Just as they were deadlocked, Xu Qiansui on the side had already stabilized his figure.

As a Spirit Plant Puppet, he originally possessed self-healing abilities far beyond ordinary cultivators; the various injuries caused just now had quickly healed within a few breaths, and the spirit patterns across his body lit up again.

Though not as blazing as before, he had recovered most of his combat strength.

He gripped the Golden Spear, white radiance rose at the spear tip again, his figure flashed and turned into an afterimage, charging straight at Wuchang.

Since his own combat strength was not as good as the opponent's, he would cooperate with Xu Jiuyou to take this person down.

Wuchang fought with Xu Jiuyou's nine centipedes; his ghost claws were tightly entangled, poison continuously corroded his ghost qi, and the aura around his body had already become chaotic.

Just at this time, Wuchang suddenly sensed killing intent approaching; his heart tightened, and in haste he separated a wisp of ghost qi to condense into a shield, blocking it behind him.

"Clang!"

The Golden Spear struck the shield fiercely; white radiance tore through most of the ghost qi instantly. Although it did not injure Wuchang, it made his figure stagger.

Seeing this, Xu Jiuyou immediately seized the opening; the nine centipedes exerted force together, two wrapped around Wuchang's ghost claws, three followed the ghost claws upward, and the remaining four went straight for vital points.

"Courting death!"

Wuchang roared angrily, the yin qi around his body surged violently, wanting to break free from the restraints.

But Xu Qiansui was like a persistent ailment; every move pointed at openings, the white radiance at the spear tip continuously consumed his ghost qi, and for a time he could not attend to both ends.

Two puppets, one attacking and one restraining, cooperated with great tacit understanding.

The battle situation, originally hard to determine, instantly turned one-sided.

Wuchang growled lowly: "Surname Mo, why don't you make a move!"

On the other side, Mo Yan collapsed onto the floor, his face green-black like iron, the toxin within his body had already spread throughout, his magic power was completely exhausted, and he did not even have the strength to raise his hand.

He watched helplessly as Wuchang was attacked from both sides and even fell into a desperate situation, yet he could not muster the slightest thought of helping.

At this moment, his heart was filled with fear and despair.

He felt he was like fish on a chopping block, with nothing left but to await death.

Not to mention activating magic power to support, even opening his mouth to call for help was now extremely difficult; he could only emit weak breaths, lingering on in place.

"Damn it!"

"Two lowly bastards!"

"This seat will definitely make you pay the price!"

Seeing this, Wuchang burned with rage; the accumulated baleful qi almost burst through his chest, and he couldn't help but shout fiercely: "Resentful Corpse Yin Infant, appear!"

As the words fell, magic power in his Qi Sea surged violently.

Immediately, a Nascent Soul Dharma Form rose up; this Dharma Form was withered and emaciated, like a corpse rotted for many days, covered all over with corpse spots, dripping with sticky black blood, emitting a nauseating stench of decay and yin qi.

Its head was huge, eye sockets empty without pupils, only two clusters of dark green ghost fire leaping within, burning the surrounding air.

The corner of its mouth split into an exaggerated arc, revealing two rows of forest-white tusks; corpse oil dripped continuously from the tusks, corroding pit after pit on the floor.

The Dharma Form's four limbs were slender; its fingertips were three-inch-long black claws, the claw tips gleaming with cold light. Countless wailing resentful spirit shadows entwined around its body; the resentful spirits had ferocious faces, constantly struggling and roaring, but were tightly bound by the yin qi around the Dharma Form's body, becoming part of its power.

Xu Zhangqing watched from afar; this Nascent Soul Dharma Form was like an evil ghost crawling out of the Avici Hell, gloomy and terrifying, with an intimidating presence, even dyeing the surrounding environment dark.

Wuchang controlled the resentful corpse ghost infant, shouting fiercely: "Die!"

The Dharma Aspect suddenly raised its withered claw, carrying a terrifying aura, and struck fiercely at Xu Jiuyou and Xu Qiansui; for a moment, yin winds rose greatly, and the wailing of resentful spirits grew even louder.

Xu Jiuyou remained expressionless; the Nine Centipedes all swelled to extremes, the barbs all over their bodies stood erect, green poison dripped but had not yet fallen, and they went forth to meet the Dharma Aspect.

Xu Qiansui activated the spirit patterns all over his body; the white radiance at the spear tip swelled to the extreme, his figure flashed, transforming into a streak of white light that circled behind the Dharma Aspect, its target aimed directly at Wuchang's main body.

Although the Nascent Soul Dharma Form was strong, it was closely connected to the main body.

If the main body was damaged, the Dharma Aspect would naturally break without being attacked.

"Clang!"

The centipede collided with the withered claw; green poison sprayed out, emitting a "hissing" corrosive sound, and in an instant corroded dense small holes.

The dark green ghost fire in the eyes of the resentful corpse ghost infant flickered unsteadily, and even the resentful spirit phantoms dissipated by quite a bit.

And the more they fought, the more shocked Wuchang felt in his heart.

These two people before his eyes were simply not human.

Not only did they not fear death, but their desire to attack was extremely strong.

Especially their recovery ability was even more heaven-defying; he had never seen such fast recovery!