After the caravan stopped in front of the boulder, several peak Qi cultivators escorting the car sent out divine power talismans and stepped forward to push the boulder.
This boulder weighed at least 40,000 to 50,000 kilograms, and Wu Yi and others also pushed it down from a high place.
What's more, it's still stuck between the stone walls on both sides of the canyon, and even the foundation-building monks can't push it, let alone these Qi-training monks.
Several monks at the peak of their Qi training pushed it for a long time, but the boulder did not move at all.
I cast a spell to attack the boulders, but only knocked away some stone debris.
If we continue fighting like this, it will probably take ten days and a half to crush the boulder.
A monk escorting the car ran to the middle car and said a few words to the car.
Soon, a third-level foundation-building monk came out of the carriage.
He came to the boulder and pushed it hard several times, but the boulder still didn't move at all.
Let everyone retreat, then use the flying sword to slash at the boulder.
Just as his flying sword struck the boulder, three sword beams flew from the west side of the canyon.
The monk had no time to retract his sword and immediately cast a defensive spell.
Unfortunately, his speed was too slow, and the three sword rays arrived before the spell was cast.
His whole body was cut into four pieces by three sword rays, and the ground was dyed red.
His flying sword struck the boulder, which was not very hard for a foundation-building monk, and left a sword mark one foot deep.
The flying sword also lost control and got stuck on the boulder. The Qi Practitioner was so frightened that he ran towards the direction he came from.
The three foundation-building monks brought by Wu Yi laughed and showed their figures. One of them smiled and said: "These materials belong to us."
An old voice came from the second carriage: "A few young boys think too simplistically."
Before he finished speaking, a long sword flew out of the carriage.
The three of them also used flying swords and worked together to block the blow.
At this time, two more flying swords flew out from the fourth and eighth carriages respectively, attacking the three blood shadows.
The three of them recalled the flying swords, but had no time to defend themselves, so they had no choice but to dodge in confusion.
Among the caravans, three foundation-building monks had already stepped out of the carriage. One was building a foundation on the seventh floor, one was building a foundation on the fifth floor, and one was building a foundation on the third floor.
The monk on the seventh level of foundation building is an old man with white hair, the monk on the fifth level of foundation building looks like a middle-aged man, and the monk on the third level of foundation building is a young man.
Wang Daoyuan perceived the situation of his clone Wu Yi from a panoramic view, and was secretly frightened by Xueying's intelligence capabilities.
This caravan should have set off from Jinyan City four or five days ago, but Xueying was able to learn the accurate information ten days ago.
It seems that the area in Jinyan City has also been penetrated into a sieve by the blood shadow.
The white-haired old man of the Netherworld Sect spoke: "As long as I am here, the three fellow Taoists cannot even think of taking away this batch of supplies.
If you kill my people, I will not hold you accountable.
It’s better to leave quickly, lest you lose your life.”
A monk in the blood shadow smiled and said: "Old man, if you know what's going on, leave quickly.
If you run away now, you can still leave a dog alive.
By the time we take action, it will be too late for you to leave."
The three people from the Netherworld Sect retracted their flying swords, and then used them again.
The three blood shadows also used their flying swords to confront their opponents head-on.
This battle was one-on-one. On the Netherworld Sect side, the white-haired old man directly defeated his opponent. The middle-aged monk had a slight upper hand, and the third-level monks were only at a disadvantage and were not completely defeated.
At this time, Wang Daoyuan completely took over the command of the clone.
He was a little speechless, these idiots were really bad at fighting.
It's understandable that you can't beat the sixth-level foundation builder versus the seventh-level foundation builder. Being crushed means several things.
Naturally, he would not take action now. He would wait until the three blood shadows were killed in the battle. It would be best to fight to death one or two Netherworld Sect monks before taking action.
In order to prevent the three of them from escaping directly, he sent a message: "This seventh-level foundation-building monk from the Netherworld Sect is extraordinary in strength. In a head-on fight, I have no chance of defeating him.
If we delay for too long and reinforcements from the Netherworld Sect arrive, we will all die.
If you want to capture him as soon as possible, you can only attack him secretly.
You force out his weaknesses, and I'll try to hit him hard with one blow."
The three of them greeted all the eighteen generations of Wu Yi's ancestors in their hearts, but now they were riding a tiger and couldn't get off.
To run away means to run away from the enemy, and you will definitely die.
Their only hope is that Wu Yi succeeds in his sneak attack.
The two of them besieged the white-haired old man, trying to force out his weaknesses, while the other held back the middle-aged and young monks.
The attack methods of the three blood shadows are too simple. They only have some spells that are fast and concealed, but not powerful enough.
A sneak attack is fine, but facing the enemy head-on will not bring out much combat power at all.
After half a cup of tea, the blood shadow monk who was dragging the middle-aged and young men couldn't bear it at first. He was pierced back and forth several times by flying swords and died.
The other two people teamed up to fight against the white-haired old man, but they could only gain a slight upper hand, and it would be difficult to win after another hour of fighting.
Now the situation has become two versus three, and with the white-haired old man around, it will be difficult for both of them to escape.
The two Nether Sect monks who had their hands free became the white-haired old man's opponent.
After a hundred breaths, the white-haired old man cast several spells in succession, severely injuring his opponent.
Of the three blood shadows, only one is left intact.
Wang Daoyuan did not dare to delay any longer. If both of them lost their fighting power, the clone Wu Yi was not the original body and would not be able to deal with three people.
At this time, the white-haired old man was chasing the seriously injured Blood Shadow monk.
He controlled his clone, used the Ten Thousand Swords Technique, and struck at the middle-aged monk.
The clone is not strong enough to attack the white-haired old man in a sneak attack. Even if it succeeds, it will be difficult to kill him with one blow.
It is better to cut off one of his fingers than to hurt ten of them.
The young monk is too weak, so there is little point in killing him. The best target is the middle-aged monk.
Dozens of sword energy phantoms came, and the middle-aged monk used defensive spells to resist.
His casting speed was fast enough, and he successfully cast the Golden Armor Technique, but it was still not enough in front of Wan Jian Jue.
The phantom of the long sword charged towards him, but the middle-aged monk's golden armor technique only blocked five phantoms of the long sword before being shattered.
The shadow of the long sword behind him directly chopped it into pieces.
The white-haired old man also killed the seriously injured Blood Shadow monk at this time. When he saw his companion being killed, he became furious.
Now it's two against two, with Blood Shadow's side having the upper hand.
Wang Daoyuan smiled and said: "Leave the one on the third floor to you, kill him as soon as possible, and then the two of us will work together to kill the one on the seventh floor.
After everything is done, we will share this batch of supplies equally."
Upon hearing this, the blood shadow monk became energetic.
Although he belongs to the deputy hall master Xuan Diao, he is not from the Blood Shadow headquarters, but a local monk who was attracted by Xuan Diao.
Joining the Blood Shadow is just to make a living, and you can get benefits, but who can you hang out with?
Wang Daoyuan naturally did not want to leave the last blood shadow monk alive. When dealing with the white-haired old man, he did not take the initiative to attack. He only used delaying tactics to give him the opportunity to sneak attack on the blood shadow monk.
The blood shadow monk frantically attacked the young monk. The young monk only had the third level of Foundation Establishment and was quickly beaten to the point where he was unable to fight back.
The white-haired old man was in a hurry. Only one Wu Yi could hold him back. If another one came, he would die unintentionally.
He condensed the phantom of the flame lion, dragged Wu Yi, and rushed directly towards the blood shadow monk.
Seeing this scene through his clone, Wang Daoyuan smiled.
The monks of Netherworld Sect really know my heart.
He did not stop the white-haired old man. He chopped up the lion's shadow with one sword, and then used his sword to kill the young monk.
He rushed up to the young monk, repeatedly activated his flying sword, and shot out several phantoms of the long sword, killing the young monk.
The white-haired old man on the other side also shot out a flame, burning the Blood Shadow monk into coke.
Wang Daoyuan was overjoyed. The task assigned by Red Fox was completed. The next step was to deal with the white-haired old man.
The white-haired old man smiled and said: "Fellow Taoist is leaving now. How about letting the Netherworld Sect forget the past?"
Wu Yi smiled and did not answer, and used the Ten Thousand Swords Technique again. For the sake of speed, he only condensed five long sword shadows.
The white-haired old man immediately took control of the long sword and shattered the phantom of the long sword.
Wu Yi seized this opportunity and used the Heaven-Destroying Sword.
Six breaths later, a giant sword more than ten feet long appeared and struck at the white-haired old man.
The white-haired old man was also a veteran, and he realized that although the giant sword was powerful, it was not fast enough.
Yu Jian avoided the direction of the giant sword's phantom attack and hid behind the boulder. At the same time, he began to accumulate spiritual power and prepared to cast a powerful spell.
Wang Daoyuan controlled the clone, instantly changing the direction of the giant sword's shadow, and his speed suddenly accelerated.
The giant sword instantly slashed towards the boulder, and the boulder and the white-haired old man were cut in half.