Chapter 896: Scars

Divine abilities operated, his figure instantly turned into rolling black evil, changing and dancing between evil Qi and evil light, welcoming the various rays of light flying down.

Five kinds of Li Fire mixed with the 'Sui Qi' fire sprayed by the 【Bai Yin Fan】, fluttering down, colliding with the rolling evil Qi, rising into red and black two-color light. The two fires separated, and the white jade mountain descending from the sky manifested.

"Ding!"

The tail of the long-handled oar-blade was lifted lightly to his chest, bracing against this mountain of white jade. Then, another hand darted out from the baleful energy, seizing the pitch-black long halberd that had coldly stabbed out from the fire.

"Bang!"

Then a piece of sparks exploded, the five fingers stretched wide, locking tightly on the halberd branch. The contact point rose with rolling black smoke with the exploding sparks, making a tooth-aching creaking sound.

This 【Jia Zi Po Lian Halberd Soldier Technique】 of Li Zhouwei was indeed powerful, but the weapon held in his hand was only a magic weapon or ancient magic weapon, which was not handy in the hands of Zifu, and could not be compared to other people's spirit weapons. Five kinds of Li Fire mixed with Sui Qi could at least burn the opponent's Dharma body, but the 【Yu Yan Mountain】 of the Yu family that dominated the lake in those years was only enough for people's spirit weapons to block lightly. If it weren't for divine ability blessing, he couldn't even hit a shadow.

Only this rolling black flame-turned long halberd broke into the evil Qi, making Helian Wujiang have to reach out to grab it, burning his palms with black smoke, which could be considered the only spell that could cause substantial damage.

The 'Heavenly Gate' in the sky had arrived!

Helian Wujiang had been paying attention early, turning into smoke to eat so many attacks from the opponent, just to be able to free his hands at this moment. At this time, one hand and two fingers merged, standing upright before his chest, and the eighteen glazed beads at his waist disappeared instantly.

"Hum!"

These glazed beads echoed each other, releasing ten thousand rays of Tai Yin light, turning into a white jade round plate in the air, steadily receiving the 'Heavenly Gate' divine ability in the sky. Tai Yin and Bright Yang collided, releasing bursts of radiance as if boiling.

These eighteen glazed beads were called 【West Secondary General Glazed Star】, which was Helian Wujiang's treasure at the bottom of the box. He had been reluctant to cast it, just for this moment!

It was not to say how much he feared this divine ability, but the place was truly wrong. If it were placed on the sea or the North, he would definitely have to try the power of this divine ability. Now, although he saw hunting and joy, he had not reached the point of losing his mind. Deep in the enemy's belly, how could he easily be suppressed by divine abilities?

But he had just released the treasure, and the situation before his eyes changed suddenly. The four arms generated behind the opponent originally played a role of restraint. The golden-eyed young man in the sky had already withdrawn his hand, holding the Great Sheng in his hand, golden light bursting from his double eyes, and the other hand pierced into the evil Qi, actually grabbing Helian Wujiang's neck with his bare hands from the illusory evil Qi!

'Huh?'

Helian Wujiang practiced the 'Evil Qi' body divine ability, gathering and scattering at will. Unless the opponent had life divine ability blessing, it was extremely difficult to find his true body from the evil Qi. Logically, he should use spells to force it out. How could he grab it out hard from the evil Qi?

But at this moment, his neck was locked by his bare hands. Too late to be surprised, all the magic power of his whole body surged into his eyes, the light of the eighteen glazed beads in the sky dimmed, and his double eyes suddenly turned blood-red, rising with surging demon Qi, wanting to turn into surging demon light to force the opponent back.

The golden pupils of the young man before his eyes burned, and the Heavenly Gate in the sky also disappeared, and light rose from the center of his eyebrows.

"Boom!"

The blood-red demon light and Shang Yao Fu Guang confronted in the air, turning into substantial light pillars. At the moment of this collision, the blood color instantly occupied the entire sky. A ray of red light spread from Helian Wujiang's body. Although the size of the radiance was similar, the opponent's spell was more miraculous, and the input magic power was even more regardless of consequences. The power was actually a point stronger!

But a trace of faint golden light surged from the 【Shang Yao Fu Guang】 at Li Zhouwei's eyebrows, which was the Bright Yang power provided by 【Fu Lue Gold】!

This trace of pure Bright Yang power flowed backward, as if pulling something away, making this blood-red demon light like a pavilion in the air, suddenly decaying.

At the same time, the golden-eyed young man approached, that face rapidly magnified in his pupils, and with a bang, a punch had already hit Helian Wujiang's head, exploding a cloud of black smoke.

"Ugh..."

Two lines of blood tears instantly flowed down Helian Wujiang's cheeks, the evil Qi in the sky exploded together, and his figure also disappeared from the original place with red light, together with the red scene in mid-air, leaving no trace. His figure actually moved dozens of feet horizontally, stopping with rolling black smoke.

Li Zhouwei shook his hand lightly, the demon blood on his hand was constantly turning into rolling evil Qi like a storm, drifting upward—Helian Wujiang's golden cicada shedding shell method was clearly requiring a price.

This man's face was tightly closed, full of pain. The rolling blood tears were constantly flowing from the corners of his eyes. This man had already raised his hand early, pointed two fingers at the bottom of his double eyes, and poked hard at the bottom of his two eyes.

Two round holes appeared on Helian Wujiang's cheeks, turning lightly, and two blood-red eyes temporarily grew under the tightly closed eyes, and that dazzling red light surged again, fixing the white light that was breaking through!

【Shang Yao Fu Guang】 could have such power, most of it relied on the Bright Yang power released by 【Fu Lue Gold】, but this Bright Yang power was not endless. At this moment, it had already attacked the opponent's eyes, and the white light decayed instantly, being defeated by the red light, letting this aggressive demon light fall on the golden-eyed young man's forehead.

"Boom!"

Helian Wumeng showed no sign of relief, his expression extremely calm. At the same time, he flicked the long-handled oar-blade upward, blocking the cold, snake-like long halberd that had pierced through the air with a clang.

"Clang!"

In a hurry, he actually did not show weakness. Unfortunately, the opponent did not resist the demon light at all, but turned the long halberd fiercely, and the small branch with colorful light scratched past his face lightly,

Helian Wumeng's expression remained extremely calm.

"Thousand-Hundred Bodies!"

The colors of the body-divine ability grew brighter. The wound that occupied most of his face had just appeared when it suddenly shrank, actually recovering to its original state. He did not go to resolve the Bright Yang power and black flames that were still stagnating on the wound and causing destruction; instead, he very skillfully and rapidly restrained them, condensing them into a thin, golden-white line.

Yet he still could not resolve the sunlight in his eyes in time. He dodged lightly and immediately transformed back into baleful energy, condensing into form on the other side, looking somewhat disheveled.

There was no other reason than to dodge the 'Visiting Tianmen' that had reappeared in the sky and locked onto him.

On the other side, Li Zhouwei also choked slightly. The demonic light on his forehead exploded instantly. In an instant, a bit of eerie white bone flashing with colorful light could be seen, but the golden-white blood that sprayed out immediately neutralized all the demonic energy, causing the wound's flesh to regenerate and instantly restore to smooth skin.

This demonic light undoubtedly gave Helian Wumeng another chance to catch his breath. The 【West Secondary General Glazed Star】 suddenly brightened, and taking advantage of this moment, he suppressed the youth opposite him.

How could Li Zhouwei not see the power of this treasure? The Great Void vibrated, Bright Yang rose, and 'Visiting Tianmen' abandoned the opponent, standing up from bottom to top to resist the glazed beads in the sky, causing rolling white smoke to rise.

"Sss..."

The two were far apart and finally stopped at the same time.

"Hum..."

Li Zhouwei turned his arm to hold the halberd horizontally. The Great Sheng hummed incessantly, emitting mournful cries. Even though it was covered in surging black flames to prevent direct contact with the magic treasure, the artifact still seemed somewhat overwhelmed.

Helian Wumeng's blood-tears still did not stop. He coughed, and two golden lights erupted from his closed eyes. He finally opened them, revealing hollow, charred blackness. The two terrifying eyes suddenly crawled upward, filling the empty eye sockets, making his face handsome once more. Viewed from afar, he looked just as he had before.

The great battle had been exhilarating, and they separated in an instant. Neither man showed any abnormality, save for the faint, thin scar on Helian Wumeng's face that was rapidly fading from its golden-white color.

The sky was also divided by the two as a north-south boundary, redistributed. On one side, baleful energy rolled in boundless darkness; on the other, bright light flashed and colorful clouds drifted. For a time, neither spoke.

It was not that a victor had been decided, but that hazy golden light was rapidly spreading from the northwest. One after another, golden bodies had appeared behind Helian Wumeng, each with eyes full of greed and wariness, all pressing their palms together and lowering their brows, silent.

Four Compassionate ones had arrived at once.

Li Zhouwei stood with his back to the great river, the brilliant heavenly light contending with the demonic and Buddhist crowd opposite him. Neither side made a move. Then, a Compassionate one laughed, glanced at Li Zhouwei, and pressed his palms together, saying in a low voice:

"The north is accomplished, but the oar-blade has not been conquered. This place is no longer safe. We have been ordered to come and escort the fellow Daoist back to the Small Chamber..."

Helian Wumeng did not even turn his head. His face was filled with surprise, and he still seemed to have an itch for battle, looking at Li Zhouwei from afar until the deep, thick voice came from the air:

"A fine Dharma body."

Li Zhouwei praised him. Helian Wumeng still looked at him with surprise, his long-handled oar-blade pointing downward, nailed into the clouds. He raised a finger and brushed it lightly over the thin golden-white scar on his face. The golden-white color all moved to his finger, and he held it up before his eyes to examine it closely:

"Good!"

Joy appeared in his eyes.

"A battle with Minghuang is worth three years of my bitter cultivation!"

Even though the two were enemies, the Northern Di man's demeanor remained undiminished. Although the wound on his face faded in color and the divine ability was neutralized, traces remained on his face, adding a touch of ferocity to his features.

"I'll remember this halberd strike."

The two sides stood in a standoff in the air from afar, their spiritual senses locking onto every move of the other. After a few breaths, two figures flew over from the south, riding the wind in a panic.

These were naturally the demonic cultivators who had crossed the river. Li Zhouwei and Helian Wumeng had fought extremely quickly. This group of demonic cultivators had retreated in an emergency, and only these two had escaped. Even the black-clad youth had black light flickering on his body, clearly protected and intimidated by a Zifu talisman. If not for this, it probably wouldn't have been so easy to leave.

The other person was covered in burning Li fire and bright light. His lower body was gone, and the remaining upper body was also billowing with black smoke. Clearly, in this brief moment, of all the cultivators who had crossed the river, only these two remained.

Li Zhouwei on the river glanced at them indifferently, while Helian Wumeng quietly gripped the long-handled oar-blade in his hand, his eyes smiling, the meaning self-evident.

Since the Sun lineage had been defeated, they were mostly retreating now. After all, this lineage had a deep foundation, and no one would push them too hard. Helian Wumeng and the others had ventured too deep, and the northern side was not united, fearing they would be surrounded. That was why they had to withdraw, and these few people had to be taken along.

Once a fight broke out, Helian Wumeng was enough to hold Li Zhouwei back, and it was hard to say what the other Compassionate ones would do.

But Li Zhouwei only swept his gaze over them, gripped his long halberd with five fingers, and said coldly:

"The people can go, but leave what's in their bellies."

As soon as these words were spoken, the four Compassionate ones all looked eager to try. But Helian Wumeng had no intention of staying here long. He laughed, even looking somewhat gloating and eager to see the chaos, only saying:

"Spit it out quickly!"

Then they saw the demonic cultivator beside the black-clad youth's face collapse, and with a splash, he spat out a pile of flesh and blood, which was immediately bound by the heavenly light, gathering into a ball in the sky. Only then did the two fly across the river in terror.

They hurriedly hid under Helian Wumeng's clouds, looking at Li Zhouwei in panic, then turned their eyes back to their own True Person's face. Their gazes seemed to be scalded by the scar on his face, and they lowered their heads quickly, not daring to look more.

A Zifu Dharma body could not be scarred. He had clearly kept this wound in his heart, leaving it deliberately. Now that the demonic cultivators who had crossed the river had fled back, he grabbed these two, his baleful energy Dharma body rapidly dissipating into blackness, leaving only a sentence echoing in the darkness:

"Used too many techniques today, how boring! Waiting for... fellow Daoist to change to a handier weapon, then we shall fight again!"

In the great battle, Helian Wumeng could naturally feel that Li Zhouwei was holding back. If the weapon in his hand hadn't been so unhandy, he wouldn't have suddenly closed in, forcing him to switch to magic techniques. If there hadn't been that trace of sunlight in the Shangyao Fu Guang, this battle wouldn't have ended so easily.

Thus, the sky became bright, the darkness dissipated, and those Buddhist cultivators also retreated. Li Zhouwei stood in the clouds, quietly watching the figures of the other side moving away:

'Helian Wumeng... Tifu State...'

He turned his magic treasure, looking with some heartache at the 【Great Sheng】 in his hand. The small, crescent-like branch was already somewhat bent and deflected, scattering bits of golden light.

'Ancient magic treasure materials are hard to find, it's fortunate it didn't break.'

He had only glanced at the magic treasure in his hand, then swept his gaze over the white mist on the horizon with a complex expression. Only then did he cast his gaze casually at the ball of flesh spat out by the demonic cultivator, saying coldly:

"Get out!"

Then they saw a head stretch out from that piece of flesh and blood, connected only to a torso, with no limbs. The face was handsome, but covered in blood and filth. The complexion was extremely pale, his breath was as thin as a thread, and his lips were trembling. He looked on the verge of death. It was none other than Seeing Fei Qingyi!

In the great battle on the lake, having lost their support, these few demonic cultivators had the intention to retreat. They used Zifu talismans to repel the enemy, then feigned to trick him over, telling him not to resist, and temporarily swallowed most of Seeing Fei Qingyi's body in one gulp. Clearly, it was to take him across the river—whether as a tonic or for other value, to be handed over to Helian Wumeng to deal with...

Having already been drained of most of his magic power and blood essence in someone else's belly, now that he was spat out like this, Seeing Fei Qingyi's body was supported entirely by the tenacious vitality of Foundation Establishment. Almost the next moment, he was about to dissipate like ice and snow. His pupils dilated to the limit, and he looked at Li Zhouwei with trembling lips, his head drooping low.

His consciousness was already becoming somewhat blurred, but it was not as if he didn't know Li Zhouwei's name; he had even seen this figure from afar.

'It's only been a few years...'

Li Zhouwei looked at him with a smile and blew lightly. A white wind swept up, pulling limbs from the meat mass and inserting them into his four limbs like planting onions. Bright Yang power regenerated, immediately causing his four limbs to become whole again.

His complexion suddenly became rosy, but before he could stand firm in the air, the white, glistening long halberd had already been raised high, reflecting the colorful clouds and golden light in the sky, piercing through the air and through his chest!

"Pfft!"

The long halberd lifted him into the air. Seeing Fei Qingyi hung on the halberd like a dead fish, facing the sky. In the scene of the world turned upside down, only those cold, dark golden eyes remained. The world spun, the pain was heart-rending, and only one cold thought remained in his mind:

'It would have been better to just die!'

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Helian Wumeng 【Early Zifu】

Seeing Fei Qingyi 【Early Foundation Establishment】

Li Zhouwei 【Early Zifu】