Chapter 106: Soul-Fixing Needle

"These few Shidi are..." Wang Yu asked seemingly casually.

"Outer sect disciple, Meng Yu."

"Outer sect disciple, Tian Jia."

"Outer sect disciple, Wang Jiao."

"Outer sect disciple, Sun Shi."

These four outer sect disciples bowed slightly in the air and reported their names one by one.

Wang Yu nodded and cupped his hands, saying nothing more, but a crystal light flashed in his eyes.

At the same time, Feng Xue was secretly looking at Wang Yu, and whispering something to Feng Rui beside her.

The other two outer sect disciples who came from the Four Symbols Gate together were both burly men in their thirties; one was wearing half-body black armor and carrying a short spear, and the other was dressed like a scholar, carrying a heavy package.

These two also didn't speak, just silently urged their levitation technique to follow the yellow-haired woman.

In the blink of an eye, the group landed at the bottom of the high slope.

Looking at the bare top of the high slope, Feng Xue and the others showed a look of doubt on their faces.

Then they saw the yellow-haired woman just press the disc in her hand a few times with her fingers, and then wave it toward the high slope.

"Puff" sound.

A white beam of light sprayed out from the round basin. Wherever it passed, the void fluctuated, and the high slope instantly disappeared without a trace, turning into rolling white mist, but it was split in two by the beam of light, revealing a narrow passage.

"Let's go. The restrictions here haven't been destroyed. We just need to check if the formation-setting tools inside are damaged." Ximen Mei fiddled with the disc in her hand again, said confidently, and then took the lead and walked over.

Wang Yu and the others naturally followed closely.

The passage was not long, about two or three hundred meters. After the white mist in front disappeared, a stone platform half a zhang high suddenly appeared.

Silver spirit patterns were inscribed around the stone platform, and a cyan banner one meter high was inserted in the center, shining brightly.

Seeing this, the yellow-haired woman smiled and led Wang Yu and the others toward the stone platform. But after walking only seven or eight steps, she suddenly threw the disc in her hand backward, throwing it exactly between Min Long and Zhang Li, who were behind her.

"Bang"

The disc burst open, and dense silver needles shot out from it, instantly turning the two who were caught off guard into beehives.

But strangely, the two stood still on the spot, their bodies didn't fall at all, and even their facial expressions didn't change in the slightest.

Not only them, but the other four outer sect disciples of Sky Blue Lake also stood still on the spot, but the six people's eyes were fixed on Ximen Mei at the same time, without blinking.

Seeing this situation, the Feng sisters were dumbfounded.

Wang Yu's expression also changed slightly, and a small iron essence shield appeared in his hand, blocking in front of him.

"Soul-Fixing Needle, when did you discover us?" The six people spoke in unison like puppets, regardless of voice or expression, all exactly the same, as if they were one person.

"Do you think I would answer you and let you delay time? Two Shixiong, it's up to you now." Ximen Mei, contrary to her previous dullness, said with a light smile.

As soon as the words fell, the two outer sect disciples standing behind the yellow-haired woman just flickered, and rushed toward Min Long and Zhang Li respectively. The black armor and short spear on one person instantly burned fiercely, and the package in the other person's hand suddenly tore apart, and a crimson short axe flew out.

The mana fluctuations on the two people didn't change, but their bodies suddenly grew a circle larger on the way, turning into two small giants. The dense spear heads and crimson blade light swept over Min Long and the other's bodies in just a breath of time.

"Puff", "Puff"

Min Long and the other's bodies suddenly turned into balls of black mist, while their faces were crystal clear and bright, turning into two white masks carved from white jade.

Not only them, but the other four Sky Blue Lake disciples who were fixed also did the same, black mist rolling on their bodies instantly, their faces crystal clear like jade, terrifying like a nightmare.

Seeing this, Feng Xue and the other woman turned pale. Each of them patted the leather bag at their waist. One had a yellow long sword in her hand, and the other had a green umbrella. After just spinning around, a layer of green light screen appeared, protecting the two women inside.

Seeing such a strange scene, Wang Yu's pupils also shrank, and the palm holding the iron shield couldn't help but exert a little more force.

The crimson spear shadows and axe blades repeatedly washed over the two balls of black mist like a rainstorm. Every attack could cause the surface of the black mist to crack open, but it immediately merged again in the rolling mist, but the volume of the black mist was also gradually shrinking.

Just at this moment, the two white masks began to make "cackle" strange laughter, making people feel upset and confused.

"Noisy."

Ximen Mei snorted, flicked her sleeve, and another disc appeared in her hand. After fiddling with it a few times, she waved it toward the direction of the black mist turned into by Min Long.

A crimson beam of light sprayed out from the round basin, hitting Min Long's mask on the black mist.

"Crack" sound.

A scream came from the black mist, and a crack appeared on the brow of Min Long's mask, and at the same time, a black spirit pattern symbol appeared.

"Wang Shidi, come here."

Seeing this, the yellow-haired woman waved at Wang Yu, looking like she would not be refused.

A look of surprise flashed across Wang Yu's face, and he walked over.

"What are Shijie's orders?"

"Wang Shidi, do you recognize the spirit pattern on the mask?" Ximen Mei asked.

"I recognize it."

After Wang Yu identified it slightly, he replied frankly.

"Very good, Wang Yu Shidi, Master Sun personally guaranteed to me that you are an artifact refining genius who can inscribe spirit patterns in a short time. I hope you won't let me down." Ximen Mei said to Wang Yu indifferently, then took out a silver-white round bead and a crimson inscription needle from her sleeve and handed them over.

"Later, I will make the spirit patterns on the six masks appear completely. You must inscribe them all on them, and you must not make any mistakes. If you can do it, there will naturally be great benefits for you when you go back." Ximen Mei said solemnly.

"Was it Master Sun who recommended me?"

Wang Yu was very surprised when he heard this, but after looking at the strange masks on the six balls of black mist, and then looking at the woman in front of him, he suddenly realized something. He didn't talk nonsense anymore, took the round ball and the inscription needle, sat cross-legged on the spot, and began to inscribe.

Although there was no furnace or earth fire here, it was clear that this Ximen Mei was not asking him to really refine any magical artifact.

The Feng sisters on the side witnessed all this, still full of confusion.

The two women suddenly felt that among all the people here, it seemed that only the two of them were really just two ordinary outer sect disciples.

At this time, Ximen Mei fiddled with the disc in her hand a few more times, and waved it toward the black mist turned into by Zhang Li. Another red beam of light sprayed out, also hitting the white mask on it.

After a scream, this mask also cracked, revealing another completely different black spirit pattern.

The disciples holding spears and axes who were besieging the two turned around at the same time and rushed toward the other two balls of black mist, hacking and slashing at them wildly...

A quarter of an hour later.

Wang Yu wiped the sweat from his forehead and handed the round bead inscribed with six crimson spirit patterns to the yellow-haired woman.

"Not bad, not bad. Being able to inscribe six spirit patterns in such a short time without any mistakes, just based on this hand, saying you are the number one among artifact refining apprentices is really not bragging." Ximen Mei's eyes lit up as she took the round bead and said with a smile.

"This is nothing. Although these six inscriptions have some connections, they are still much simpler compared to six-inscription magical artifacts." Wang Yu replied calmly, and glanced at the black mist not far away.

I saw that the two balls of black mist turned into by Min Long and Zhang Li, which had been attacked and shrunk a lot, had actually recovered to their original size. The cracks on the white masks had also healed as before, and the black spirit patterns had disappeared without a trace.

The two holding spears and axes were now rushing back here again, still attacking the black mist crazily.

But just at this moment, a earth-shattering loud noise came from afar, causing the ground to shake, and the white mist turned into by the nearby restrictions faded away quickly.

"That side is also over. The timing is just right." The yellow-haired woman said with a full face of smiles, then pressed the silver round bead into the disc, and suddenly thunderous sounds erupted, and silver electric arcs appeared one after another. ===== CHAPTER 107 =====