Chapter 422 - 311: Golden Bone Origin Fruit, Fellow Daoist Spare Me! (Part 2)
Chapter 422: Chapter 311: Golden Bone Origin Fruit, Fellow Daoist Spare Me! (Part 2)
On the compass, there are six spirit patterns with different colors, shining brilliantly, imprinted like talismans.
The Sloppy Daoist pointed with his finger, and mana surged forth, pouring into a spirit pattern resembling the word "Defend."
Instantly, the overwhelming spiritual mechanism rose, encompassing all directions, like an impregnable fortress, firmly protecting the golden little tree within.
Knowing that his escape light was no match for Gu Yuan’s, the Sloppy Daoist decisively adopted the same method as the Old Turtle, directly safeguarding the Golden Bone Origin Tree to prevent others’ essence blood from falling onto it.
This compass, named the Six Laws Decree Disc, is truly a high-grade artifact, engraved with six powerful techniques, his most treasured possession.
But at this moment, to stop Gu Yuan, he could no longer afford to hide it.
"Spirit Turtle Sea-Suppressing Seal!"
Just then, the Old Turtle also roared in fury, immense water light surged from his hands, finally forming a three-foot spirit turtle shadow, from which transparent ripples fell, suppressing the Golden Bone Origin Tree.
With the dual support of the "Defend" spirit pattern and the Old Turtle’s Spirit Turtle Sea-Suppressing Seal, in an instant, the surroundings of the Golden Bone Origin Tree seemed to transform into a forbidden zone, where not even a trickle of water could penetrate, let alone essence blood.
The man and the demon, truly figures who have dominated Cloud Dream Marsh for many years, their joint action was clean, decisive, and swift to the extreme.
Gu Yuan couldn’t help but sigh, "Quick thinking indeed..."
"Fellow Daoist, regardless of your background, this is Cloud Dream Marsh. Taking without asking might be hard to justify..."
Now having momentarily protected the Golden Bone Origin Tree, the Sloppy Daoist relaxed, squinted, and spoke coldly to Gu Yuan.
"I thought the treasures of Cloud Dream Marsh belonged to those of virtue..."
In response, Gu Yuan shook his head with a smile.
"You killed Fellow Daoist Zhenyun, committing numerous evil deeds; what virtue do you speak of?"
The Sloppy Daoist snorted coldly.
"Oh? Does this virtue not relate to one’s dao practice?"
Gu Yuan replied in surprise.
"Old Turtle, what do you say?!"
Gu Yuan’s overly confident and composed demeanor, along with that exquisite shifting technique, made the Sloppy Daoist uneasy. He stopped speaking further and turned to look at the Old Turtle.
The art of triadic balance and vertical-horizontal alliance was not something they were playing for the first time.
"First, avenge Fellow Daoist Zhenyun!"
Recalling Gu Yuan’s piercing glance from hundreds of miles away, the Old Turtle’s heart froze. Without thinking, he replied.
"Avenge Fellow Daoist Zhenyun!"
The Sloppy Daoist hadn’t expected the Old Turtle to shout this slogan. After a slight pause, he quickly echoed.
"Devour him!"
Following the Sloppy Daoist, his gaze turned fierce, and with a finger pointed, millions of erosion spirit insects surged forth like dark clouds, attacking Gu Yuan.
These erosion spirit insects were his greatest method, cultivated over hundreds of years.
Each erosion spirit insect is tier two quality, and when millions sweep down, they can devour any spiritual mechanism, reducing even the flesh of tier three great demons to mere bones in an instant.
This was his capital for flourishing in the marsh.
"Suppress!"
Meanwhile, the Old Turtle roared, and all spiritual mechanisms within a thousand miles were completely extracted, transforming into a vast water light, akin to an ocean’s power, pressing towards Gu Yuan.
The Old Turtle had practiced for many years but never learned much demon technique, instead honing his talent technique, controlling the spiritual mechanisms of water veins.
After years of diligent practice, under full exertion, the strength of a thousand miles, vast water light, he could freely access, each casual strike holding boundless power capable of suppression.
The man and the demon both unleashed their attacks with such grandeur, shaking a thousand miles, covering the sky, as if a celestial punishment was felt.
The few tier three initial stage great demons watching trembled, their scalps tingling.
The Cyan-Horned Strongman’s expression froze, gritting his teeth, readying to use his final trump card.
But at this moment, a gentle divine thought came to his ear: "Don’t rush!"
"Master?!"
The Cyan-Horned Strongman was startled; he didn’t expect his master could send a message in such a tense situation.
"Ha!"
But just as he pondered, a thunderous shout suddenly sounded in his ear, causing his eardrums to tremble, mind and spirit to quake, feeling the world shaking, and he staggered, falling to the ground.
And this was just the aftermath!
Amidst the vast water light and sky full of insect clouds, an unseeable sound wave swept across, like celestial collapse, like thunder, piercing clouds, cracking stones, deafening.
The magnitude of the sound was indescribable.
"No!"
The Sloppy Daoist’s erosion spirit insects, capable of devouring all spiritual mechanisms, exploded under this sound wave, transforming the once enormous insect cloud into a million blood mists in an instant.
In the sky, a rain of blood fell momentarily.
The sound dao technique is best at group attacks.
Under this vast sound wave, regardless of the number of erosion spirit insects, they only turn into a mass of blood mist.
The Sloppy Daoist felt countless "insect shadows" in his mind continuously shatter, as if innumerable lightning bolts exploded deep within his sea of consciousness, causing him panic.
But the most panicked in the arena wasn’t the Sloppy Daoist but the Old Turtle.
Gu Yuan’s shout shook the celestial vault, shattering not just millions of erosion spirit insects but also the vast spiritual mechanisms of a thousand miles he had summoned, turning into a water mist, splashing downward.
"Zheng!"
Amidst the sky full of water mist, thirty-three sword lights, like swimming dragons, pierced the space, suddenly heading his way.
The first nine sword lights turned instantly, with golden flames rising upon them, embodying a sharpness laced with an appalling burning intent.