Chapter 251

The Shaman city was close at hand, and after the city's great defensive array was broken, the entire city was no longer defended, and as long as one hid nearby, spiritual sense could enter unscrupulously.

The three Great Shamans originally took turns using spiritual sense to protect the entire city, constantly scanning the surroundings to prevent Wei Yuan's spies from peeping. But this time it was Wei Yuan himself who sneaked over to investigate.

Wei Yuan's primordial spirit was powerful, he restrained his aura, and approached to within three miles of the Shaman city before he faintly aroused the vigilance of the Great Shamans.

The Great Shamans couldn't keep spiritual sense coverage all the time, it would be almost the same if it were a You Wu.

Wei Yuan observed for a while and found that the Great Shaman on duty now used spiritual sense to scan the surroundings about every ten minutes. So Wei Yuan calculated the time, lit incense in a small mountain cave, and then put a piece of Dharma Form level spiritual material in the cave.

This was imitating Sun Yu's feat of sweeping away the treasure-snatching heroes that year.

Wei Yuan quietly dived to the side of the city, climbed onto the city wall, and looked into the city.

At this moment, the Shaman city was still rolling with thick smoke, and almost all Shaman soldiers were looking for clansmen who hadn't died in the ruins. The square in the city was already covered with corpses, and more corpses were being transported over.

Several other open spaces were concentrated with the wounded, and some Shaman warriors were casting Shaman Arts, or pouring medicinal soup into the wounded. Several large pots had been set up beside the square, boiling medicinal soup with unknown materials.

The places where the wounded were placed were distinct, with a few hundred Shaman warriors placed in one of the largest squares, almost all the healing Shaman warriors were there, and the large pots for boiling medicine were also beside them. The Shaman warriors on this square were all gorgeously dressed, obviously with status and position.

More than ten thousand people had already been placed in several other open spaces, crowded, and new wounded were constantly being carried over. Those lying there looked like civilians, and only a few Shaman warriors patrolled back and forth, and most of the time they didn't take action to treat them. The lightly wounded waited for themselves to get better, the seriously wounded waited to die, and only those whose injuries were not light or heavy, and could be cured at will, would the Shaman warriors reluctantly bend their waists.

The Shaman warriors piled up in the last square were all unclothed, all with dull faces, their bodies similar to ordinary humans, rarely with divine beast characteristics. In the Shaman tribe, this is a characteristic of inferior bloodline and incomplete evolution. There were no Shaman warriors here at all, and all the injured Shaman warriors were left to fend for themselves, only relying on the life-giving Shaman Arts cast by the Great Shaman covering the whole city to hang on to their lives, waiting for a miracle to appear.

The Shaman warriors responsible for healing were only a minority, and more Shaman warriors were busy on the altar, replacing the array bricks made of jade material with the parts that had been blown up, and then there were specialized Shaman warriors lying on them and starting to chisel Shaman arrays.

Wei Yuan counted, there were about sixty Shaman warriors on the altar. The clothing colors of these Shaman warriors were different, all dark silver robes, equivalent to array masters among humans, with high status, specifically responsible for arranging the altar.

At this moment, the altar had not been repaired, and a Great Shaman was sitting in the center, with blood energy constantly surging out. The blood color permeated the entire Shaman city, supplementing a little vitality for every Shaman warrior.

The other two Great Shamans did not show up; one was obviously healing, and the blow from Wei Yuan just now was not easy to bear. The other should be in a secret room, using spiritual sense to guard the surroundings.

Taking advantage of the chaos in the city, Wei Yuan jumped off the city wall, grabbed a dirty outer robe and put it on, and walked toward the altar.

At this moment, there were groans, shouts, and cries everywhere in the Shaman city, and no one had time to pay attention to a guy dressed like a slave, until he walked to a place fifty zhang away from the altar, before Wei Yuan was stopped by the Shaman guards. The altar is sacred, and only nobles, Shaman warriors, and offerings can touch it, and ordinary Shaman warriors can't even get close.

Wei Yuan retreated obediently, calculated the time, and waited patiently. The Great Shaman's spiritual sense was as vast as a great river, and it swept over the city again. But this time, the spiritual sense obviously paused, and then concentrated on that small mountain cave, obviously seeing the spiritual material Wei Yuan left behind.

The Great Shaman's spiritual sense scanned repeatedly, and suddenly a painful roar sounded from somewhere underground in the Shaman city, and then the ground exploded, and a Great Shaman rushed out holding his head, rolling painfully in the air.

After using it last time, all the cultivators of the Taichu Palace praised the E-Shen Incense, and Sun Yu was encouraged by this, and studied it for three more days after the war.

Now he had enough Underworld Soil in his hands, so he successfully improved the formula of the E-Shen Incense again, the toxicity greatly increased, and it could also erode the Dharma Form, so he renamed it the E-Shen Demon Incense.

Judging from the Great Shaman rolling in the air, the power of the E-Shen Demon Incense was even greater than what Sun Yu said. This Junior Uncle Sun was good at everything, but he loved to be humble and always underestimated the medicinal properties of the things he refined.

The change happened suddenly, the Great Shaman on the altar hadn't figured out what was going on, when suddenly he felt a familiar and extremely intense Dao power fluctuation, and then he saw the bricks and stones cracking before his eyes, a brilliant golden water column broke through the altar ground and blasted fiercely onto him!

The altar was hollow, with a blood pool built inside to store sacrificial power and essence blood. So Wei Yuan's Jin Guang Water Blade Art hit the altar directly from bottom to top, and happened to blast on the Great Shaman's life gate!

The Great Shaman was maintaining the Shaman Art covering the entire Shaman city, and interrupting the Shaman Art also required a little time. But he was like sitting on a high-speed digging drill at this moment, so how could he sit still for a while?

The Great Shaman roared wildly, rushed into the sky, spraying blood all over his body, and his lower body dragged out a long trail of blood.

Wei Yuan secretly called it a pity, the disadvantage of the Jin Guang Water Blade Art was that it was not flexible enough, and once cast, he could only stand in place without moving. He took advantage of the little magic power left, the water flow swayed left and right, destroying the altar seven or eight times, and incidentally brushed against a dozen silver-robed Shaman warriors, sending them back to heaven and earth.

Then Wei Yuan's Dao power was exhausted, and he turned and fled. After fleeing out of the city, he didn't forget to pick up the spiritual material, and incidentally extinguished the E-Shen Demon Incense that had been lit halfway, and put it into his pocket.

The Shaman warriors in the Shaman city reacted very quickly, dozens of nobles and Shaman warriors followed and chased out, but after only a few miles out of the city, a giant python suddenly rushed out of the mud and swallowed several nobles in one bite!

The giant python succeeded in one blow and disappeared into the ground again.

The Shaman crowd chased again, a colorful fierce tiger suddenly rushed out of the forest, patted several Shaman warriors with a few claws until their muscles were broken and bones were broken, and then returned to the forest and disappeared.

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Encountering attacks repeatedly, the Shaman warriors and nobles still chased relentlessly. The kid who fled in front destroyed the altar, from the human perspective, it was equivalent to someone spitting on the ancestor tablet of their own ancestral hall in public, so they must chase and kill for ten thousand miles.

The Shaman warriors and nobles who could chase up were all outstanding in strength and extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye, they were dozens of miles away from the Shaman city. At this time, countless Dao Foundations suddenly appeared around, Cui Yu was expressionless, raised his hand and pointed at this group of Shaman warriors, and the cultivators immediately killed them.

There were many Cui family members among the cultivators, but at this moment, with ten against one, everyone was brave and fierce.

Outside the Shaman city, an old Daoist was sneaking around, looking around, but as soon as he came under the city, his eyelids jumped wildly uncontrollably. The old Daoist then knew that there were still powerful means left in the city, so he had to give up the idea of eating the Heavenly Merit alone.

Only then did he know why Wei Yuan turned and fled after a successful blow, and didn't take action even when there was a chance to kill the Great Shaman. The old Daoist could only curse Wei Yuan for being cunning; since coming to Qingming, he hadn't eaten a single meal alone.

(End of chapter)