Chapter Two Hundred and Fifty-Fourth Chapter Spirit King Furious
"Pfft..." He spat out a mouthful of blood, and the red-gold flame armor spread cracks and eventually completely shattered.
"What a surprise." Wu Lian raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and slowly stood up and looked at Han Yi in the air, "You are stronger than I thought, and you know how to fight better. That's good.
, I no longer need to be so timid, afraid that you will be killed instantly by me."
Huh, boom... terrible flames erupted from his body. The flames set off terrifying air waves. The spirit general's late peak aura was released without reservation. The feeling of oppression that hit his face made Han Yi's heart sink.
.
The ground beneath his feet once again turned into lava, spreading rapidly into the distance. In an instant, the thousand-meter-long martial arts arena was completely turned into a lava hell.
Such a method, even in Han Yi's perception, has completely surpassed the limits of the Lingjiang monks.
"This guy is really scary."
"Fire blast." Wu Lian suddenly raised his hand and held it empty. The flame elements around Han Yi fluctuated violently, and a feeling of extreme danger hit his heart.
Dense red light spots appeared around him and exploded suddenly. Han Yi was caught off guard and was hit from the front and shot backwards in the air. Burning pain spread all over his body.
"puff......"
Han Yi spat out a mouthful of blood, but before he could recover, violent energy fluctuations came from the air around him again, and boom... the dragon wings instantly closed in, blocking the shock wave and flame bombardment of the explosion.
"The eye of discernment."
The spiritual sword in the sea of consciousness shook, and terrifying spiritual power surged out, covering the entire Han family mansion.
When that spiritual power appeared, deep in the Han family ancestral hall, the white-haired old man suddenly opened his eyes. He rushed out of the ancestral hall and appeared on the top of the attic, looking in the distance towards the martial arts field.
"What a terrifying mental power."
Li Mo narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Han Yi's back in the air, with a smile on his lips.
The cold light in Wu Lian's eyes became more intense, and he also sensed the spiritual power released by Han Yi. The spiritual power was so huge that even he could not match it.
Phew, he waved his hand violently, and dozens of fire threads surrounded his palms, forming a certain curse pattern.
"Fire kill."
The rich flame element condensed into slender flame spirit threads around Han Yi, with red gold flowing and the breath extremely hot. Han Yi felt a huge sense of crisis on those flame spirit threads. The flame spirit threads cut through and made his heart pound.
One jump.
"That's enough."
Elder Mu's angry shouts came from the air, a rich green light appeared out of thin air, and the flame spirit silk melted and the snow melted and disappeared.
"Wu Lian, you are too presumptuous. Do you want to kill your fellow disciples in front of this elder?"
The terrifying coercion suddenly came and acted on Wu Lian, like a mountain falling down. Wu Lian knelt down on one knee, his face turned pale. At the Spirit King stage, that was the existence that he must look up to now. At the Spirit General stage,
Only at the later peak stage can we understand more clearly the gap between the Spirit General stage and the Spirit King stage.
From Spirit General to Spirit King, it is a completely new transformation. The difference in strength between the two is almost the same as that of the Spirit Master stage and the Spirit General stage. It spans three great realms and is insurmountable.
Apart from him, even Han Qianyou, who is number one in the inner palace, would not be able to fight against a monk at the Spirit King stage, even the most ordinary Spirit King stage, with his cultivation at the Spirit General stage.
The lava hell was completely suppressed, and the ground almost sank down by an inch. The power was too terrifying. Han Yi looked at Elder Mu and was horrified. It turned out that just relying on coercion could make the Lingjiang monks unable to resist.
He had a clearer understanding of Wang Qi's power.
Although he has seen Spirit King Stage monks take action more than once, he is still extremely shocked every time he sees it. That kind of power level surpasses him too much, and he has an extremely strong desire in his heart, longing for those
strength.
The Way of Devouring, maybe he should consider giving it a try.
"Disciple doesn't dare." Wu Lian lowered his head, a faint murderous intent flashing across his eyes.
"Don't you dare? Why don't you dare?" Elder Mu said with a sullen face, "You are ranked 19th on the spiritual list. That's really awesome. Do you think you are invincible?"
"No disciple." Wu Lian gritted his teeth tightly, and the words were almost squeezed out from between his teeth.
"No, you are simply arrogant and helpless."
As Elder Mu's voice resounded, the rage of the Spirit King made everyone present speechless. The lava hell had solidified into a rocky ground. Han Yi fell on it and put the flying spiritual weapon into his body.
He looked at Wu Lian from a distance, and he could completely feel Wu Lian's suppressed anger, and his veins were beating in his neck.
"Wu Lian, remember, don't make trouble again, or get back here."
"Disciple, remember." Wu Lian clenched his fist, his joints cracked, he stood up suddenly, and disappeared from the martial arts field in a flash.
This person is very dangerous. Han Yi looked at the direction Wu Lian left and squinted his eyes.
"How are you? Are you okay?" Elder Mu landed next to Han Yi and asked with concern.
"I'm fine, Elder Mu."
Swish, Li Mo and Yu Feier also flew over.
"Junior Brother Han, I didn't expect that your strength has grown to such a strong level that you can actually injure Wu Lian. I was already prepared to save you." Li Mo smiled.
"Senior Brother Mo, please stop teasing me. If Elder Mu hadn't taken action, I would have been killed by Wu Lian." Han Yi smiled bitterly.
"Don't worry, Wu Lian is not that courageous. You are the only direct disciple of the master of the palace. Not even him, not even Han Qianyou would dare to kill you." Li Mo said disdainfully.
Han Yi nodded, but did not feel reassured by this. He had not yet entered the inner palace, but he seemed to have already established many powerful enemies. Originally, he entered the Ling Mansion just because he wanted to understand the grudges with Yunli, but he did not expect that
It will cause so much resentment.
Han Qianyou, Zhou Lingyang, Wu Lian, these people are not easy to look at. They already represent the pinnacle of Lingfu disciples, and can easily crush Han Yi. Even though he has already won the first place in the outer palace, but
It's not enough for those guys.
Han Long, Han Si and others also rushed into the martial arts arena and looked at Han Yi with concern.
"Boss, are you okay?" Han Long looked at Han Yi up and down.
"It's no big deal." Han Yi wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and smiled.
"We are so useless." Han Long's eyes darkened.
"I don't blame you, Wu Lian is indeed very strong, much stronger than you and me."
While a few people were talking, at the entrance of the martial arts arena, Han Mofeng flew in with more than a dozen spiritual master-level family guards. Seeing the situation in the martial arts arena, his expression changed drastically. The current martial arts arena was like a huge obsidian, with its surface
It is uneven, and you can tell at a glance that it has been subjected to extreme high temperatures.
"Elder Mu, what just happened here?" Han Mofeng glanced at Han Long, Han Si and the others, his eyes froze on Han Yi's face for a moment, and then quickly passed by, "Han Long, why are you injured?"
"Master Han, Wu Lian had a discussion with several members of the Han family just now, and his action was too unmeasured. I have asked him to go back and reflect, and I ask Master Han not to blame him." Elder Mu cupped his fists and bowed to Han Mofeng.
"Elder Mu's words are serious, how dare you." Han Mofeng immediately returned the greeting.
He saw that the black robe on Han Yi was broken and burnt, as if it had been burned by flames, and his expression changed.
"Yier, you..."
"let's go."
Han Yi didn't want to pay attention to Han Mofeng at all. He looked at Li Mo and Yu Fei'er, said something, turned around and left outside the martial arts hall.
Are you okay... Han Mofeng looked at his back, opened his mouth, and swallowed back the unfinished words.
Li Mo and Yu Fei'er looked at Han Mofeng's expression with incomprehensible expressions. It seemed that the relationship between Han Yi and Han Mofeng was somewhat unusual.
The two men nodded to Han Mofeng and left the martial arts arena.
Han Mofeng stood in the martial arts arena, looking at the smelted martial arts arena, looking a little lonely. Many long-lasting memories emerged in his mind, and after a long, long time, he sighed.
Just as he was about to leave the martial arts arena, a family guard from the spiritual master stage rushed over.
"Master, there is something discovered in the City Lord's Mansion."
A quarter of an hour later, deep in the city lord's palace, Han Mofeng, led by the spiritual master-stage family guard, walked out of the dark corridor and entered a huge underground cave.
The dank air blew towards my face, carrying the fishy and salty smell of the sea breeze.
The scene in the cave came into view. The stone walls were smooth and reflected red firelight under the illumination of dozens of torches. They looked like chicken blood stones. In the middle of the lake, an ancient altar tens of meters long protruded, with inscriptions on the altar.
With twisted and difficult-to-understand text and patterns.
The lake water flows leisurely and silently, but it is not lifeless like stagnant water. It just carries a strong and disgusting smell of blood.
Han Mofeng frowned, feeling vaguely uneasy. Everywhere in this place seemed to exude a strange smell. The smell of blood didn't smell like human blood at all, but more like the blood of a sea monster.
The dozen family guards standing next to the lake all bowed and saluted when they saw Han Mofeng.
"Master of the house."
"Besides this altar, are there any other discoveries in this cave?"
"Master, look up there." The family guard following Han Mofeng raised his finger and pointed at the top of the cave.
Han Mofeng followed his finger and looked up. Where the firelight hit, there was a clear mirror hanging high and embedded in the stone wall. It was surrounded by patterns composed of deep carvings. Those patterns continued to extend all around.
The stone wall covering the entire cave.
He stared closely at the mirror. There seemed to be some thin writing on the edge of the mirror, which glowed bloody under the firelight.
"Those are... ancient astrological texts." Han Mofeng suddenly remembered that he had seen these texts in his family's classics, and almost screamed out in surprise.
"Gu Xingwen, head of the family, what is that?" asked the family guard beside him.
The other family guards also looked at him, their eyes full of doubts, as if they had never heard of ancient star texts.
"It's nothing, it's just a kind of writing passed down from ancient times." Han Mofeng said it, obviously not wanting to treat these family guards too much.