Sovereign to Immortality

Chapter 560 – Windmill

Yang Junshan suddenly made a sneak attack. Not only was Lan Ying unable to dodge in time, his stone hammer broke through her protective divine ability, and even pierced through her left arm.

Lan Ying knew that she would not be able to take advantage of them if she continued this fight, so she decisively decided to retreat.

Yang Junshan obviously did not expect the other party to be so resolute in retreating. It must be known that Adept Qing Feng was shouting that he had been poisoned, and that the barbarian cultivator was really taking action to help Yang Junshan.

In one fell swoop, Lan Ying retreated more than three hundred meters. Yang Junshan could not catch up to him in time, but he heard another Adept Qing Feng shout from the other side, “How can you escape so easily?”

Yang Junshan immediately stopped trying to chase the Witch Cultivator. He turned around and flew towards the location of the battle between the Adept Qing Feng and the Old Poison Law.

“Old Du, hurry up and go. That person is also heading towards your direction!”

Seeing Yang Junshan’s actions, Lan Ying immediately warned him. At the same time, she distanced herself from Yang Junshan and ran towards the battle’s location to support him.

When Yang Junshan rushed over, he saw that the Adept Qing Feng’s face was completely green, he was obviously poisoned, but for some reason, it did not affect his fighting strength, but was instead like a mad tiger, fighting with all his might to stop the old poison.

The old poison cultivator of the barbarian race was far from being comparable to the Adept Qing Feng in terms of head-on combat strength.

Before Yang Junshan had rushed over, the Old Poison had already heard of’s warning, but he was also reminded of the fact that he was from Adept Qing Feng. He had been poisoned by the Old Poison, so he was obviously not willing to let this matter go.

The moment Yang Junshan appeared, “Snake Bind” flew out of his hand and wrapped around the Old Poison’s body.

He had personally witnessed how Demonic Cultivator Jia He had died after being imprisoned by Yang Junshan, so the Old Poison had naturally taken Yang Junshan’s rope to heart. He anxiously raised up a whip that was made from the cartilage of an unknown dire beast, and the two treasures immediately twisted into a ball in mid air.

The Adept Qing Feng seized the opportunity and attacked ferociously, the spirit treasure in his hand, the Wind Wheel, spun in the air, bringing about a sharp whistle, it spun around the Old Poison’s body, and once he spotted a flaw, he would rush forward.

The protective qi created by Old Poison simply could not stop the wind wheel’s rapid slicing speed. Usually, he would have to use other abilities in order to push it back.

Seeing Yang Junshan take action, the Witch Lan Ying also rushed forward to assist Old Poison in her attempt to break through, she was very clear in her heart. At this moment, Old Poison was unable to break through on her own, and the Witch Clan had always been on good terms with the Berserker Tribe. Although this operation had failed, the fact that Lan Ying was able to lead the group of cultivators from five different races was inseparable from Old Poison’s strong support.

Yang Junshan flicked his finger backwards, causing a “Zheng” sound to ring out. Lan Ying’s Witch Slash was hit so hard that it was crooked by Yang Junshan’s Crushing Stone Technique, instantly losing its aim.

After being injured by Yang Junshan, he was only able to unleash 80% of his full strength, but she was a clever person, after seeing how powerful Yang Junshan was previously, he knew that if he were to rush up to him, he would definitely not be able to take advantage of him, so he decided to just wander around the outskirts.

Fortunately, the Adept Qing Feng already had the upper hand. Although Yang Junshan was not able to participate in the siege, he would occasionally have one or two supernatural powers to assist him, and the old poison was still in a precarious situation.

Yang Junshan could tell that the Adept Qing Feng’s magic treasure, the Wind Wheel, was obviously specially made for the inheritance of the sacred art he was cultivating. Although the Adept Qing Feng called himself a rogue cultivator, he was still able to pass on the cultivation technique and the sacred art that matched his own. Furthermore, his own strength was extremely strong, so it was clear that he was either lying, or was actually a disciple of a large sect.

On the other side, the Adept Qing Feng continued to use his strength. A wind wheel had broken several of the old poison’s abilities, and the old poison’s Berserker Artifact was constantly being entangled by Yang Junshan’s “Snake Bind”. In the end, with a slight mistake, the Adept Qing Feng caught on to the flaw and the wind wheel whistled, chopping off the old poison’s left knee.

Old Du cried out in pain, the blood that spurted out from the wound on his left leg immediately turned into a black and red blood mist, he pounced on Yang Junshan with his fangs and claws bared.

That old man’s vicious gaze suddenly pointed towards his severed leg. The Berserker Mark on his leg immediately started glowing faintly, and those ornaments began to rapidly spin as if they were alive.

Yang Junshan instinctively sensed the danger, and saw the strange black and red blood fog pouncing towards him, and anxiously shouted: “Not good, quickly retreat!”

This time, there was no need for Yang Junshan to say anything. Adept Qing Feng, who had already suffered a loss, immediately followed after Yang Junshan, who was pushed back, and a loud sound came from the location of the first half leg. Countless amounts of blood rain fell and the tree branches that were as thick aerson’s thigh were penetrated, and after the hole was pierced, there was even a “chi chi” sound coming from the tree branch.

Yang Junshan and Adept Qing Feng had already retreated dozens of feet, avoiding the powerful corrosive rain of blood, by the time the two of them returned to the distance, Lan Ying and Old Poison had already left.

Yang Junshan looked at Adept Qing Feng’s dark green face that was tainted with poison and asked: “Fellow Daoist, are you alright with the poison in your body?”

Adept Qing Feng waved his hand in front of him and a ray of water light shot out, forming a water mirror that reflected his figure into the water.

“F * ck!” When Adept Qing Feng saw himself in the water mirror, he immediately cursed and said, “This time, I’m afraid it will take three to five months to expel the poison.”

The Adept Qing Feng obviously had a unique method to deal with the poison, so Yang Junshan did not ask too much, and said: “Since Fellow has a way to expel the poison, then I will take my leave.”

“No need, I would like to ask you for a small favor.”

“Why?” Yang Junshan turned his head around, puzzled.

“Fellow Daoist, please come with me?” The Adept Qing Feng said as he walked towards a spot not far from the treetop.

At this moment, the giant peach tree at the peak of the Red Mist Peak had already withered away, leaving only a withered tree. The originally lush and verdant crown of the tree now looked as if it had suddenly turned into winter.

Yang Junshan muttered to himself for a bit, and followed behind Adept Qing Feng. After they passed through a mess of dead branches, a branch that was as thick as his waist appeared in front of them.

This branch looked extremely special, because compared to the other branches that were already withered, this branch was charred black. It looked like it had been exposed to the fire of heaven, but the truly strange thing was that the charred branch’s surface had a kind of serene and bright texture, and even after staring at the piece of charred wood for a long time, their eyes actually had a kind of intense pain. Yang Junshan didn’t even need to use his Spiritual Sense to sense it, because he knew that this piece of charred wood contained a huge amount of energy.

Yang Junshan still wanted to continue walking, but the Adept Qing Feng beside him had already stopped in their tracks. The two of them were separated by about forty feet by just like that.

“Thousand Year Thunderbolt Peach Wood?”

Yang Junshan’s exclamation seemed to make Adept Qing Feng very satisfied.

“You fought with that Old Poison because you discovered this thing?”

The Adept Qing Feng nodded. “That’s right. If I wasn’t too happy when I found this piece of wood, I wouldn’t have ended up in the path of that barbarian cultivator.”

“Then why did you call me over …”

Now that Lan Ying and Old Poison had been forced back, logically speaking, as long as they did not say anything, this Thunder Wood should be his. But now that Yang Junshan was called over, then …

I won’t hide it from you, but the surrounding area is filled with traps set by that barbarian cultivator. I’ve just taken a step forward and stepped into one of the traps, and this is how it is now. I’ve called fellow cultivator here because I want to use you to break this poison trap.

From the looks of it, suchick, thousand year old Thunderwood was undoubtedly a high-grade treasure material. If it fell into the hands of a true Master Refiner, it would at least produce two precious artifacts.

Yang Junshan was naturally warm-hearted, but he knew that although the Demon Calamity wreaked havoc in the early stages of the great change of the heaven and earth, in the end, the Demon Calamity was even stronger than the Demon Calamity of the Blood Tribes such as the Demon Clan and the Asura Blood Clan.

Although Yang Junshan did not havhunder-attribute inheritance, if he had a suitable thunder-attribute treasure, it would still be extremely powerful in front of Demonic Cultivator, blood elementalists and other cultivators.

The Thunder Ability was the strongest and most positive of all, and had the most extreme restraining power towards this kind of ability. The old poison only laid a few poisonous traps around the cut off lightning wood and did not directly take it away, and the main reason was probably because he himself could not get close to the half piece of lightning wood. Originally, he had wanted to borrow Lan Ying’s power and suddenly, when the two of them were defeated, it fell into the hands of Yang Junshan and the Adept Qing Feng.

Although Yang Junshan had an extremely strong ability to repel poisons, he didn’t need to risk his own life to directly release “Snake Bind”, in an attempt to break Lei Mu from the peach tree.

Seeing that, the Adept Qing Feng wanted to quickly remind him, but Yang Junshan had already discovered that something was amiss. Just as the snake wrench was 15 meters away from Lei Mu, countless of poisonous fumes wrapped around him. What was even more terrifying, was that the poisonous fumes actually corroded a strand of Yang Junshan’s spiritual consciousness that was still inside the Spirit Treasure snake wrench.

Yang Junshan endured the stabbing pain in his head and said angrily, “There’s no other way. Burn it, all the branches and leaves around the Thunder Wood have all been burnt.”