Chapter 250

Wei Yuan, Zhang Sheng, and True Person Chuhe flew toward the Wucheng swaggeringly, and were naturally discovered by the Shaman tribe, so three Great Shamans rose into the air to meet them.

Wei Yuan stopped when he was still dozens of miles away from the Wucheng, watching the three Great Shamans slowly approach.

Wei Yuan sneered: "Why, afraid? Was the last time you were beaten too painful?"

A Great Shaman said angrily: "Are you here to seek death?"

Wei Yuan said disdainfully: "You things that look like humans, are you worthy of speaking in front of me? Where is that guy who only has a head left? Call him out to see me!"

Several Great Shamans were furious, but miraculously did not break out. Their gazes passed over Wei Yuan and stayed on True Person Chuhe for a breath, giving him some face, and then all the Great Shamans were staring at Zhang Sheng.

Zhang Sheng was still wearing a scholar's robe, one hand behind his back, the other holding a history book, just like a scholar going to take an exam. However, when the Great Shamans saw him, they felt a stinging pain in their eyes, and their bodies were instinctively trembling.

The three Great Shamans were all suspicious. This person was clearly not in the Dharma Form realm, so why did he give people much more pressure than the old Daoist next to him?

Wei Yuan naturally noticed the expressions of the three Great Shamans, and immediately praised in his heart, Teacher's acting is truly getting better and better.

At this time, Wei Yuan felt that the atmosphere was almost set, so he said: "Fighting here, I am afraid that you will turn around and run back to your nest. How about we go southwest for two hundred miles and then do it?"

How could the three Great Shamans be afraid of fighting? They naturally agreed, and both sides flew toward the southwest. That place was equally far from the realm and the Wucheng, and it would take some effort for anyone who wanted to escape.

Wei Yuan flew unhurriedly, and suddenly the voice of True Person Chuhe rang in his heart: "Kid, don't forget, the old Daoist's immortal sword can't be used much."

Wei Yuan replied with his spiritual sense: "It's okay, my teacher's immortal sword can't be used much either."

True Person Chuhe was stunned, and the more he pondered, the more he felt something was wrong.

Just as they were about to fly to the battle location, a black dot suddenly broke through the sky and flew toward the Wucheng!

A horn immediately sounded in the Wucheng, but that thing was too fast. The horn sound had just sounded, and it had already arrived above the Wucheng!

The strange thing was that the city-protecting array of the Wucheng didn't react. The Shaman warriors and warriors on duty naturally couldn't let that thing smash down, so several magic tools flew up to intercept it.

But at this time, a high tower faintly appeared in the air, and all the magic tools were a beat slow, brushing past that object.

A Shaman noble on the city wall roared, revealing his true body that was a zhang high and pitch black all over, and jumped up like lightning, actually hugging that object!

He roared, his arms tightened with force, and then he saw a sun bloom in his arms, followed by darkness before his eyes, and he knew nothing.

Above the Wucheng, a small sun appeared out of thin air, and a terrifying storm swept everything on the city wall. The flying steel pieces cut several unlucky Shaman warriors into two sections, and the Shaman tribe within a hundred zhang felt as if their brains had been hit by a heavy hammer, and suddenly they couldn't hear anything in their ears.

Several ordinary Shaman warriors within a hundred zhang climbed up from the ground, still dizzy, not understanding what had happened, when suddenly a piece of black thing fell from the sky and smashed in front of their feet.

They looked closely, and it was actually a black arm, with fingers still twitching.

Several Shaman warriors were scared out of their wits and fled to the surroundings. At this time, another object broke through the sky and fell into the Wucheng. This time, the Shaman warriors and warriors hadn't recovered from the explosion just now, and could only watch helplessly as that thing smashed into the city!

With a bang, a huge fireball slowly rose, and the storm pushed all the houses within dozens of zhang flat! And the flying steel pieces were life-taking sharp weapons. Whether it was a Shaman warrior or a warrior noble, if they were hit, their lives would return to the Yellow Springs.

Inside the realm, Wang Yu beat the rhythm one by one, using Dao power to guide and correct the actions of the cultivators. Dozens of Body Forging completion cultivators shouted slogans, lifted steel pipes called cannon barrels to the front of the array, and put the shells in.

Xu Yi and several Dao Foundation cultivators were responsible for activating the array, pushing the shells into the track, and pushing them forward.

The shells slid in the array track, and were pushed by pairs of Dao Foundation cultivators along the way, and the speed would increase a little every time they passed a node. After a thousand zhang, at the end of the track, it was already as fast as lightning, and then it suddenly raised its head, flew into the sky, and whistled toward the Wucheng.

Under Wang Yu's command, the previous shell hadn't completely left the track, and the next shell had already been installed in the array. According to the current Azure Void's saying, this is called ensuring firepower.

At this time, balls of fierce fire rose in the Wucheng, huge black clouds surged up, and countless Shaman warriors were blown away in the firelight. At first, there was resistance in the Wucheng, but the huge Nine-Layer Tower appeared in the air, making all the magic tools lose their effect.

As for the city-protecting array, because it couldn't be opened in time, it was severely damaged when the first shell fell, and it was completely destroyed when the subsequent shells fell. The entire city-protecting array in the Wucheng that could deal with the Demon-Suppressing Nine-Layer Tower failed, and the Shaman warriors and nobles were constantly suffering heavy casualties in the bombing, and could no longer organize effective resistance.

Until now, they didn't know what these things flying over were. They only knew that this thing was extremely terrifying in power, but there was almost no fluctuation of magic power. If you didn't look with the naked eye, you couldn't capture its trajectory with your spiritual sense.

If they hadn't seen it flying from the sky with their own eyes, they would have thought it was some human Dharma Form hiding in the sky and throwing Dao techniques wildly. The only ones who could still intercept under the Demon-Suppressing Nine-Layer Tower were the three Great Shamans, but they were all over a hundred miles away now.

The three Great Shamans saw the explosions in the Wucheng and the firelight soaring into the sky, so how could they not know that they had been tricked by the plan of luring the tiger away from the mountain?

Their eyes were burning with fire, and just as they were about to return to save the city, they suddenly saw Wei Yuan pointing his long spear at the sky, a dim yellow light lit up on the spear light, and then he said in a cadence: "Immortal Path Yellow..."

Was this the spear that almost killed Yan Xin?

The three Great Shamans were facing a formidable enemy, fully prepared, and no one dared to take this spear with their back. They were not as naturally strong in bloodline and vast in vitality as Yan Xin, who was slashed of three thousand years of lifespan and still didn't die. Whether these three Great Shamans combined could have three thousand years of lifespan was hard to say.

Who knew that Wei Yuan couldn't say the last word, and then the dim yellow light on the spear tip flickered, and it actually went out!

The three Great Shamans were stunned, and just as they were about to go back, they saw Wei Yuan smile sheepishly and say again: "Immortal Path... Yellow..."

A dim yellow light lit up on the spear tip again. This time, there was a little pale red in the light, revealing an immortal aura that was refreshing.

Several Great Shamans looked at each other, and could only be on guard. They didn't know whether to leave or stay for a while. They wanted to swarm up, but there was still a Zhang Sheng watching coldly on the side, obviously not able to take any advantage.

As for that old Daoist, several Great Shamans felt it was a matter of a casual slap. This was outside the Azure Void, the home field of the Shaman tribe, and the old Daoist couldn't make any waves.

Sure enough, the dim yellow light on Wei Yuan's spear tip disappeared again.

At this point, no matter how stupid the several Great Shamans were, they knew they had been deceived by Wei Yuan. That spear that could slash away lifespan must have heavy restrictions, and perhaps it was a magic tool with a usage limit. Now Wei Yuan clearly couldn't use it. Several Great Shamans were gnashing their teeth with hatred, but they were helpless against Wei Yuan, so they had to go back to save the city first.

Behind him, Wei Yuan shouted again: "Immortal..."

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Before the several Great Shamans could curse, a brilliant golden stream appeared in the sky and slammed into the Great Shaman who was the slowest and had the strongest body!

That Great Shaman was furious and was about to fight back when he suddenly discovered that his protective magic power collapsed at the touch of that golden stream! Then the supreme-rank battle armor on his body only lasted for a few breaths before being shot through by the stream!

His proud flesh was even more unbearable, and in the blink of an eye, his skin was all eroded, and it began to erode his flesh and blood.

A Great Shaman was quick-eyed and fast-handed, pulling this Great Shaman to the side, and another Great Shaman condensed a blade light of several zhang and slashed fiercely at the stream. The blade light and the Jin Guang Water Blade Art held each other for a breath, the blade light shattered, while the Jin Guang Water Blade Art continued to fly, not dissipating until hundreds of zhang away.

That Great Shaman's face was strange. Just now, he discovered that his magic power was not as good as Wei Yuan's, and it was not just quality, but quantity was also not as good!

He was shocked and angry, and for a while, he was just thinking: what kind of monster is this guy?

The Great Shaman who was sneak-attacked by Wei Yuan now had a wound the size of a washbasin on his waist, and he could already see the bones. He was careless for a moment and had a desire to win, so he was seriously injured.

The three Great Shamans were shocked and angry, not daring to stay, and flew back to the Wucheng at high speed.

Wei Yuan sighed that it was a pity. If there were another elder from the sect present, perhaps he could have left a Great Shaman behind. It was a pity that his master's immortal sword was banned, and once he left the realm, he was just a showpiece.

He himself had also consumed half of his Dao power with that Jin Guang Water Blade Art just now, and could use it at most one more time. Once he left the Azure Void, Wei Yuan was also almost a showpiece.

Wei Yuan didn't chase. He had been counting the number of flying shells, and by the time the three Great Shamans rushed back, the shelling had already ended.

When the three Great Shamans returned, half of the Wucheng had turned into ruins, with countless casualties. Looking at the corpses all over the ground, the three Great Shamans felt dark before their eyes.

The explosion attack range was extremely large. Although the power was not concentrated enough, ordinary Shaman warriors couldn't escape death as long as they were within the explosion range.

The Wucheng was built in a hurry, and all the hard work was on the city walls and the city-protecting array. Most of the buildings in the city were wooden houses that could be built quickly, and only the altar was made of stone. As long as the shells fell into the wooden house group, they could destroy everything within dozens of zhang.

The central altar was also hit by two shells, and a corner was blown down. The priceless altar array was destroyed, and it needed to be rebuilt.

Looking at the messy Wucheng, several Great Shamans almost couldn't believe their eyes. What kind of attack was so fierce, but there was almost no fluctuation of Dao power at the scene?

In a short period of time, the Wucheng built by the power of the entire tribe was destroyed. If they wanted to rebuild it, it would cost at least half of the original money.

The three Great Shamans naturally didn't know that Wei Yuan had fired all the thirty-odd shells made in the past few days in one breath. The gunpowder power was not enough, so he made up for it with quantity, and each shell was filled with three thousand catties of gunpowder.

That is to say, Wei Yuan had smashed one hundred thousand catties of gunpowder on the Wucheng.

(End of chapter)