Chapter 298: Attacking Zhao Ling

Hearing the laughter of the ancestor Jiang Yun outside the door, Wuqi quickly turned into a yellow air and escaped along the way he came.

After escaping from the Treasure Pavilion, Wuqi then used his spiritual sense to communicate with the Five Thunder Po divine Qin. He wanted to know why it was not taken out by the owner of the Immortal Palace. After contacting the spirit of the Five Thunder Po divine Qin, Wuqi was speechless. This was also a flawed immortal weapon.

No matter who it is, unless it is a thirty-third-grade celestial immortal or above, once you use this Yaoqin to fight the enemy, all the true energy in your body will be completely sucked away and use a full blow. If the five thunder-breaking divine sound is emitted, it will naturally win. If the enemy cannot be killed, it will be killed by the enemy with a counterattack. This is an immortal weapon that will become a good person if he fails! As long as he is a normal-minded immortal, he will be placed in the treasure pavilion as a collection, he will never be used to deal with the enemy.

"What kind of ragged treasure is this?" Wuqi had no choice but to rely on him. He already knew that he had innate essence, so he was not at ease to give it to others. He could only give it to Princess Zhengle, and told her not to use it when her cultivation was not enough.

This is a life-threatening thing.

He randomly found a small spiritual cave to hide. Wuqi hid under the ground and took out the smooth ball and looked it carefully. There was no spirit in the ball, so it was impossible to understand its origin through communication with the spirit. It was light and nothing, with countless clouds entangled inside, but there was no leakage of energy. Wuqi really didn't understand what this was.

Zhoutian's divine eyes activated, and there was no sign of anything wrong with the ball. The divine consciousness was thrown over, and the ball was completely empty within the coverage of the divine consciousness, and it felt like there was no object there. Wuqi thought for a while, bit his fingertips, and dripped two drops of blood on it, but the ball still had no reaction. The two drops of blood slowly slid down the smooth surface of the ball, without any abnormality.

After pondering for a while, Wuqi shook his head and pinched the ball flattened and rounded it for a while. He was about to stuff it into the black dragon spirit ring. The black dragon soul that was burping out had already emerged. He looked at the ball and said in surprise: "Well, this thing, who is so bold to steal the unincubated egg of the phoenix and extract the egg membrane to make it into this kind of fire sac? Well, this is the fire sac used to hold various innate and acquired spirit fire!"

Carrying all kinds of innate and acquired spiritual fires? Wuqi's thoughts moved slightly, and pressed the ball to his eyebrows, and an invisible suction suddenly came. The light ball turned into a stream of light and escaped into Wuqi's sea of ​​consciousness. Accompanied by a crisp sound of phoenixes, a hazy golden phoenix figure swirled around for a while, turning into a delicate crystal-clear phoenix-shaped palace lantern in Wuqi's sea of ​​consciousness.

The Forbidden Divine Flame, which was finally bound by Wuqi's great thoughts, is now happily jumping and dancing on the phoenix's sharp mouth. The five elements spiritual objects that manifested in Wuqi's sea of ​​consciousness rolled rapidly, releasing a large amount of innate five elements auras and being absorbed by the phoenix-shaped palace lantern, slowly turning into a wisp of the extremely pure innate spiritual fire essence, slowly integrating into the Forbidden Divine Flame.

With the nourishment of the essence of this innate spiritual fire, the Forbidden Lyric Divine Flame gradually grew stronger at the speed that Wuqi could perceive, and gradually became in harmony with Wuqi's mind. Every minute and every second, Wuqi's spiritual consciousness could faintly penetrate the Forbidden Lyric Divine Flame a little.

Wuqi exclaimed: "It's indeed a good baby, it's actually for this purpose!"

The Black Dragon Soul sneered: "Of course it's a good baby! But thinking about its origin, if this thing was discovered by the great masters of the Phoenix Clan, you will definitely be crushed and whipped corpse ten thousand times! Each Phoenix Fire Sac represents that the descendants of the Phoenix Clan have been deprived of their lives. Hehe! This hatred is so big!"

Wuqi looked at the black dragon soul coldly, and threw out a very thin forbidden divine flame and burned it. The black dragon soul was so burned that it was so roaring, begging for mercy in a hurry, and obediently got into the black dragon spirit ring, and no longer dared to mock Wuqi.

With a proud smile, Wuqi lowered his voice and muttered: "I am still afraid of the great masters of the Phoenix Clan?"

Pussing his lips, Wuqi sneered in a low confidence, "I won't win, won't I run away?"

At this moment, on the ground several feet above Wuqi's head, Lu Buwei's voice came from afar: "A group of waste, it's been more than a month, why haven't I found the little thief? Go quickly to find him, and then tell Mr. Zhao Ling that he must kill Wuqi. I have not suffered such a big loss for so many years!"

Lu Buwei's voice gradually became clear, and it was obvious that he was walking towards this side. He heard Lu Buwei sneer and said, "Tell Zhao Ling that if he could kill Wuqi, I would marry Le'er to him, and fully support him to establish his own power in Da Zhao and overwhelm his brothers. If he couldn't do it, don't blame me for finding others to cooperate."

Is it true that it is Lu Buwei? He is still thinking about killing himself?

Wuqie was born from the side of his courage and was about to rush out and kill Lu Buwei at all costs. Blazing waves of cold and biting ghost energy hit the face of Buyin's head. Lu Buwei had already activated the Five Ghosts technique and ran without a trace. Only four subordinates of Lu Buwei knelt on one knee on the ground and gave Lu Buwei away with gifts. Wuqi cursed inwardly, and ran away so fast that he simply used the escape technique and followed the four subordinates of Lu Buwei.

The four of them stood up, walked around dozens of courtyards and pavilions in the Immortal Palace, and walked all the way into the most remote courtyard in the northeast corner.

There are several exquisite temple pavilions in the courtyard. A young man with a long and beautiful body, wearing soft armor, was sitting on a stone bench in the middle of the courtyard, holding two beautiful women wearing soft armor dressed as generals, and his hands were quickly squirming under the armor of the two women. The two women were calm and calm, with their eyes as sharp as a blade, staring at the monks outside the temple gate, watching them break the restrictions on the temple.

After a while, the young man was bored and pulled his hand from under the woman's armor. He said coldly: "Why did a group of wastes spend so much effort to open this restriction? I said, aren't you known as the best formation master in Handan? Why is it so slow to open the door? For so many days, what good things have you found for me in this immortal palace? Hum?"

Several cultivators lowered their heads and were speechless, but kept playing out spiritual techniques and carefully cracking various forbidden methods outside the monastery. These forbidden formations were like entering a land of no one for Wuqi, but for them, they were profound and mysterious and difficult to crack. After all, this was the ban on the Immortal Palace left by ancient immortals, and where could they easily crack the formation masters who were less than the middle stage of the Nascent Soul?

Even though two tribulations have passed, even if the spiritual veins underground in this immortal palace have undergone great changes, all the restrictions have gradually lost their energy source and their effectiveness has been weakened by most of them, and these cultivators in the Nascent Soul realm can easily crack it. However, the existence of Jiang Yun and his family's strength is able to walk freely in this immortal palace, and others still lack too much.

Lu Buwei's four confidants strode into the yard and bowed to the young man. One of them whispered: "Young Master, my ancestor said, if the young master can find Wuqi and kill him, I will marry Miss Le'er to you."

The young Zhao Ling raised his eyebrows and threw the two beautiful generals aside. He patted his hands and smiled, "Mr. Lu finally spoke? Haha, Miss Le'er is talented and gentle. Although she lacks a bit of decisiveness than Miss Xiaoxiao, she is even more a good match for this young master. Since Mr. Lu agreed to Zhao Ling's request, Zhao Ling naturally tried his best to find Wuqi."

With a cold smile, Zhao Ling said calmly: "Apart from these wastes, you all go looking for Wuqi. After finding him, don't conflict with him, let me deal with him with him. Haha, it is said that he was engaged to Princess Dayan Junle? How happy is it to kill him and take his wife!"

Speaking of pride, Zhao Ling suddenly laughed at the sky, and the aura of the early stage of Nascent Soul cultivation rushed towards the surroundings without any concealment.

Wuqi was annoyed when he heard it underground. Zhao Ling wanted to please Lu Buwei and wanted to kill him, so that would be fine. He actually dared to touch Princess Junle's idea? Wuqi's heart was filled with poisonous fire, and he had a murderous intent to Zhao Ling and even Zhao Ling's family. Zhao Ling, the youngest son of Emperor Zhao Sheng of the Great Zhao Emperor, Wuqi felt a bad impression of all the civil and military officials and generals of the Great Zhao royal family and even the Great Zhao. Even among them were figures like Lian Po and Lin Xiangru who had been famous throughout the ages, because of Zhao Ling, Wuqi also thought about them.

With rumbling steps, the two female generals and the others in the yard left the courtyard. In this remote yard, there were only Zhao Ling and five formation masters who were working hard to break the ban on the monastery. Zhao Ling took out a jar of wine from somewhere, and while drinking, he cursed at the five formation masters. From their founding ancestors, they have been criticizing their descendants and children from the eighteen generations later.

The five formation masters were scolded so much that they couldn't raise their heads. They had a gloomy face and simply turned off the five senses. They just thought about breaking the ban and were too lazy to pay attention to Zhao Ling's vicious curse. Zhao Ling was a member of the Great Zhao clan and a very favored young master in the clan. How could these formation masters afford him?

Wuqi laughed. When he found that the formation masters had closed their five senses, he immediately laughed.

Just killing a small Zhao Ling, there is no need to make too much noise. If Long Bo people are released to deal with those formation masters, it will be too unnecessary. With a chuckling, Wuqi suddenly poked a head out of the ground, and the forbidden spirit rope shot out, turning into a purple light rainbow to tie Zhao Ling tightly. The immortal weapon took action, even the celestial immortals were tied to death, let alone Zhao Ling in the early stage of the Nascent Soul?

Zhao Lingyi was dazed. All the movements of his essence, blood, true energy, and soul in his body were stagnant, and all physiological functions were in a state of paralysis.

Wuqi raised Zhao Ling and pulled him into the ground with a trembling move. The Greedy Wolf Sword was swung out, and a black light flashed. A huge gap was made on Zhao Ling's neck, and a large amount of essence and blood were continuously sucked in by the Greedy Wolf Sword. Wuqi broke through Zhao Ling's eyebrows with a sword, pierced through his sea of ​​consciousness, and killed his Nascent Soul with one sword. The huge true essence of the Greedy Wolf Sword was also absorbed by the Greedy Wolf Sword.

He picked his finger and broke all the restrictions in Zhao Ling's storage ring. Wuqi swept away all the spirit stones in the ring. He did not take any other elixirs, talismans, etc. with the obvious sign of Da Zhao. Then he pulled Zhao Ling's body forward dozens of feet, throwing his body under a big tree.

The Greedy Wolf Sword brought out a cold light, splitting Zhao Ling's head and limbs. Wuqi was stained with Zhao Ling's residual blood. He wrote a line of large characters neatly on the ground in standard seal script font: "The murderer is Lu Buwei!"
Chapter completed!