Chapter 260: Secret Technique and Vanshen

Wang Yu thought for a while, took out a pitch-black iron box from his storage bag, and carefully put this strange stone into it. Just in case, he even pasted two talismans on the box.

He planned to find someone to identify it after returning outside, to see if he could know the origin of this strange stone.

After dealing with it like this, Wang Yu focused on his journey again.

Several hours later, he flew more than a hundred miles away, and only after seeing the boundless forests on the outskirts of the secret realm did he truly relax.

Wang Yu urged the flying boat to land on a certain mountain wall, used the cyan-red long blade to cut out a cave that could accommodate one person lying down, then sealed the cave entrance with mountain stones before hurriedly falling asleep in exhaustion.

This trip accompanying that senior sister Ximen was full of twists and turns.

Even he felt exhausted, unable to rely on meditation to recover all his energy, and had to truly sleep for a while.

……

The next morning.

Led by the old monk, Kang Wuhen came to the highest level of the high tower.

Yuantong, not knowing what restriction had been placed on him, was still carried in the old monk's hand in a coma.

Walking out to the giant copper door at the entrance, the short-haired man who was half-naked was still sitting cross-legged there with his eyes closed. Only, on the bluestone ground in front of him, there was an extra bloody, blurred corpse.

Although this corpse had all four limbs, it was clearly much flatter than a normal person, as if it had been crushed back and forth countless times by a heavy object. Its face was facing down, making it impossible to see, but the back of its head was sunken, as if the skull had been completely shattered.

"Luo Hao."

Kang Wuhen stood at the entrance, distinguishing the tattered clothing on the corpse for a good while, and only recognized the owner of the corpse from the two purple long swords pressed under the corpse, blurting out in shock.

"This person is indeed the one who broke into the temple with Shangren that day. However, his luck was not very good. I don't know how he appeared here, and as a result, he was directly killed by that Vanshen Sheli." The old monk said lightly.

"So the corpse has been placed here all along, and you didn't deal with it?" Kang Wuhen withdrew his gaze, suppressed the shock in his heart, and asked back.

"The Vanshen Sheli is here, how would this old monk dare to approach easily? In fact, even if I didn't pay attention to it, after a long time, the Vanshen would automatically throw the corpse to the entrance side.

After all, it can be considered to have awakened its spirituality, but it was just that Shangren placed numerous restrictions on it back then, so it couldn't leave this level." The old monk explained.

"I really didn't expect it. This person is the chief true disciple of the Qianzhu Sect, known as peerless in magic tool control. Whether it is talent or strength, he is considered the most top-notch figure among the Qi Refinement disciples of Great Ming Prefecture. Even I used to admire him, but I didn't expect him to die so easily here." Kang Wuhen nodded first, then showed a trace of emotion and said.

"A mere Qi Refinement junior, not even having passed the Foundation Establishment pass, what is the use of talent? How can it compare to Shangren's future prospects?

As long as Shangren inherits the treasures in the treasure vault, there will be opportunities not only to form a Golden Core but even to condense a Nascent Soul in the future. By then, not to mention Great Ming Prefecture, even the entire Wu Kingdom's sects will submit to Shangren." The old monk said with a smile.

"What you said is not wrong. Having retrieved part of the memories from the previous life, I am no longer an ordinary inner sect disciple of the Four Symbols Sect. My goal should be to become a Golden Core ancestor or even a Nascent Soul true cultivator. Now the most important thing is to first subdue this Vanshen Sheli and take back the treasures." Kang Wuhen looked at the giant copper door, his eyes burning with heat as he muttered.

"What Shangren said is extremely correct. The specific methods to subdue the Vanshen in the memories you retrieved are all there. This old monk won't talk too much, and will wait here for Shangren's good news." The old monk also said solemnly.

"Just wait there."

Kang Wuhen didn't say anything more. After looking at the short-haired Vanshen in the form of a youth in front of the giant copper door, he clenched his fists, took a deep breath, and prepared to walk over.

Just at this moment, suddenly a loud "boom" sound came from some extremely distant place outside the tower.

Then the high tower trembled slightly, as if some strong impact had swept across the high tower.

This scene made Kang Wuhen's expression change slightly.

The old monk frowned, but immediately flipped one hand, and a blood-red formation disk appeared in his hand. After fiddling with the disk with his fingers for a few times, his expression returned to normal, and he said to Kang Wuhen:

"It seems those demonic people from outside have used third-rank power.

But Shangren, rest assured, the formation has not been broken. Although the Seven Stars Arching the Moon Great Formation is not as powerful as it was back then, even if a Golden Core cultivator makes a move, it is absolutely impossible to break the current restriction in a short time. But this child formation can only be maintained for three days." The old monk said with certainty.

"Good, then I am at ease." Kang Wuhen's expression eased, and he began to walk toward the Vanshen in the form of a short-haired youth.

……

On the edge of the temple ruins, outside the blood-red curtain that was still trembling violently.

High in the sky, a giant semi-transparent vortex, an acre in size, was shrinking slowly.

In the center of the vortex, a blurred giant bone banner phantom could be faintly seen, slowly dissipating.

Directly below the vortex.

Dozens of demonic flying boats were floating in mid-air, and various spells and magic tools were flying out from the boats, smashing desperately at the blood-red curtain in front.

In this area of the blood-red curtain, there was an extra area where countless blood-red runes were constantly shattering and condensing.

On these flying boats, in the rolling black mist.

The giant four-armed skeleton's third eyeball on its forehead was closing slowly, but the gaze looking toward the blood-red curtain in front clearly revealed a trace of disappointment.

Beside the black mist, at the feet of a fat youth, lay a giant wolf-like puppet, more than two zhang long, shining with green light.

This giant puppet was covered in various cracks of different sizes, from which wisps of cyan-white light threads emerged from time to time. At the same time, the lower halves of its four limbs were completely exploded and shattered, now relying entirely on a ball of white Qi to be able to float in the air.

The fat youth looked at the wolf-like puppet beside him with a look of heartache, muttering something in his mouth incessantly:

"Lost big, lost big this time. Going back to repair it, I'm afraid I'll have to empty out most of the family fortune..."

……

The highest level of the high tower.

One step, two steps, three steps...

As Kang Wuhen approached slowly, the short-haired Vanshen, who had originally closed its eyes tightly, suddenly opened them, and two clusters of cyan light flames flickered in its eye sockets.

Kang Wuhen's body stiffened, and he couldn't help but stop in place, but immediately reacted, chanting incantations, and his two hands pinched incantations incessantly.

"Pu" sound.

A ball of black light rolled out from his body, following which it turned into gray-white runes of different sizes, some as large as chicken eggs, some only as small as beans, covering Kang Wuhen's body.

The next moment, an aura completely different from before radiated from Kang Wuhen, and it grew higher and higher, becoming more and more unfamiliar.

The short-haired youth, who was originally sitting on the ground, couldn't help but stand up, his eyes staring dead at Kang Wuhen.

Not far away, the old monk held his breath, also looking at the scene in front of him without blinking.

Seeing that the secret technique was really effective, Kang Wuhen felt his heart relax. He continued to chant the spell, but his two hands began to flick ten fingers continuously.

One after another, gray-white incantations stained with his current aura shot out from his fingertips, plunging into the body of the Vanshen in the form of a short-haired youth in front in a dense swarm. ===== CHAPTER 261 =====