Chapter 627 - 73: Primordial Spirit
According to the calculations from the Celestial Secret Compass, a great disaster is imminent for him, so Fang Zheng’s tone was naturally not polite.
The sudden voice also caused the old and the young to turn pale, their bodies stiff and trembling as they turned around.
Master!
How could there be a Master hiding here?
"Senior."
The old man showed a bitter expression and spoke with difficulty:
"Spare us..."
"What method?" Fang Zheng spoke again, showing impatience:
"To obtain the Town Mansion Spirit?"
"Senior." The old man swallowed his saliva, thoughts racing in his mind, hesitated for a moment before speaking slowly:
"This method of us requires a special Secret Technique to perform. We, as master and disciple, are willing to help the senior capture the Town Mansion Spirit, only asking the senior to spare us afterward."
"Otherwise!"
He gritted his teeth, and his heart sank, saying:
"The senior can forget about getting the Town Mansion Spirit!"
He knew very well that once in the hands of a Master, life and death were no longer within his control.
No treasure was more important than their own life.
It was better to exchange the method of capturing the Town Mansion Spirit for a chance to save the lives of himself and his disciple.
The old man had been walking the Jianghu for many years and instantly cleared his thoughts, making a decision, while the young man was still trembling with fear, his mind blank.
"Huh..." Fang Zheng chuckled lightly and then nodded in agreement:
"Alright!"
"If you help me capture the Town Mansion Spirit, not only will I not kill you, but I will also give you some benefits."
"Thank you." The old man breathed a sigh of relief, cupped his hands in thanks, though not expecting to receive any benefits.
He estimated that Fang Zheng was just making a casual remark.
"Let’s go."
Fang Zheng folded his hands behind his back and nodded his head in indication:
"Lead the way."
"..." The old man opened his mouth and then sighed helplessly:
"Yes!"
Turning around, he gave a glance to his disciple, and the two walked forward as if drained of Essence Qi and spirit.
Fang Zheng followed behind, appearing pensive.
The disaster was approaching, yet its location remained unknown.
If his calamity was a Rogue Immortal, then even with all his efforts, it would be difficult to escape.
No!
With nine deaths and one life, there was a glimmer of hope, making it unlikely to be a Rogue Immortal.
If it wasn’t a Rogue Immortal...
A natural disaster?
Or a human-made calamity?
Whether natural or human-made, as long as he increased his strength, his chances of survival would also rise.
Could it be that he really needed to take that step ahead of time?
Fang Zheng turned his thoughts inward, showing a trace of reluctance in his eyes.
......
"The Township Stele!"
After painstakingly breaking through the array, they arrived at a spacious hall, where a stele stood prominently at the center.
The stele was about three zhang tall and nine chi wide, engraved with many complex patterns.
This object floated in mid-air, with a chaotic mystical light beneath, dispersing halos into the void, connecting the entire Yama Secret Realm.
Li Yingxuan’s voice trembled, his face filled with ecstatic joy, as he flashed forward and pressed a hand seal onto it.
"Buzz..."
The Township Stele trembled slightly, spontaneously emitting a spiritual light in resistance.
However, it was ultimately an inanimate object, struggling to resist Li Yingxuan’s continuous probing with the Secret Technique, beginning to be refined.
A strand of green light appeared at the top of the stele, spreading downward.
Once the green light covered the stele, the great work would be accomplished.
"Ha!"
Li Yingxuan shouted forcefully, mana surging from within him, as the green light visibly extended downward.
"Get out!"
At this moment, an angry roar came from outside the hall, and soon Baili Zhan’s figure broke through the encirclement and charged into the hall.
He hadn’t even arrived when he already drew his saber and slashed.
"It’s mine!"
"Hmph!"
Li Yingxuan’s expression turned grim, as he launched his duster from his sleeve, three thousand strands of green silk covering the entire space like layers of cobwebs.
"Sizzle..."
The blade light flashed past, the green silk cutting and breaking.
Baili Zhan’s figure collided with Li Yingxuan, the Primordial Slaughter Saber’s overwhelming Evil Qi slashing down madly.
"Ding..."
"Boom!"
Powerful Qi clashed, and the two retreated simultaneously.
Baili Zhan, relying on the Treasure Saber in his hand, was slightly superior, raising a hand to strike at the Township Stele.
In an instant.
A wisp of black Qi emerged from underneath the Township Stele, beginning to refine upward.
"Hmph!"
Li Yingxuan’s eyes shone with killing intent, the Magical Robe on him flickering with astral star gleams, while the duster in his hand shone even brighter with spiritual light.
At the same time.
She also exerted force from afar, refining the Township Stele from top to bottom.
The two of them battled with magic while each refining the Township Stele, the situation reaching a stalemate.
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Unclear how long they walked.
The group of three arrived before a stone gate.
"Senior."
The elder lowered his head and said in a soft voice:
"Inside should be the Town Mansion Spirit of the Township Stele."
"Hmm."
Fang Zheng nodded, casually asked:
"Are you disciples of the Mo Family?"
"Yes." The elder responded:
"I am Li Si, the seventy-sixth generation descendant of the Mo Family, skilled in mechanisms and secret passages but lacking in magic."
"Li Si..." Fang Zheng pursed his lips, slowly spoke:
"Rest assured, as long as you assist me in capturing the Town Mansion Spirit, I will let you leave unharmed."
"I will not break my word!"
The two lowered their heads, not daring to question.
"Open the door!"
"Yes."
The elder responded, took a deep breath, walked to the stone gate, and exerted force to push it open, then rushed in.
Behind the stone gate,
was a simple Divine Hall.
This Divine Hall was very small, more like a dilapidated temple in the wilderness, only measuring a few square meters.
In the center of the Divine Hall stood a statue.
The statue sat cross-legged, palms facing upward, each holding an object, a book and a pen.
This statue,
resembled a scholar.
The elder rushed into the Divine Hall, chanting under his breath, left hand pulling out a dagger, slicing harshly on his right hand.
Then he fiercely flung out the blood.
"Swoosh..."
The blood transformed into a mist, instantly enveloping the entire Divine Hall, revealing a phantom similar to the statue.
"Primordial Spirit!"
The elder shouted, pulling down a black cloth pocket from his waist and covering it.
That Primordial Spirit seemed to have intelligence, frowned slightly at the sight but then shook its head, body unmoving as the cloth pocket descended over its head.
"Swish!"
The black cloth pocket suddenly expanded, like a large net enveloping the phantom.
"Got it!"
The elder’s face filled with joy:
"This Immortal Trapping Pocket is a treasure passed down through my lineage, specialized in subduing Magical Artifact spirits."
"Once trapped, even the legendary treasure spirits find it hard to return to their bodies, let alone one already with issues."
"Hmm?" Fang Zheng walked into the Divine Hall, curiously asked:
"The Town Mansion Spirit already has issues?"
"Yes."
Li Si scratched his head, chuckled dryly:
"I learned from ancient texts that the Yama Sect intentionally separated it from the Township Stele to limit its power."
"I see..." Fang Zheng understood, but suddenly his expression changed:
"Careful!"
Before the words finished, a flame descended from above, roiling fiercely toward Fang Zheng’s head.
On closer inspection, right in the center of the flame was a curled-up Fire Monkey.
Simultaneously,
the ground trembled, and a massive earthen hand emerged from the earth, wrapping tightly around Li Si.
Moreover, a sheep and a deer wrapped in strange light charged in.
"Hmph!"
Fang Zheng grunted, his entire body emitting piercing lightning light, the violent thunder instantly sweeping in all directions.
"Bang!"
After the thunder, several figures were blasted away.
"Such a powerful Thunder Control Technique." Accompanied by a heavy voice, a man and a woman walked into the Divine Hall side by side.
"Star Constellation Divine Banner?"
Seeing the newcomers, Fang Zheng frowned slightly:
"Sun Huai’an, Nie Shensha?"
"Correct!"
Sun Huai’an cupped his hands:
"Is it Gu’an County’s Fang Zheng present?"
"It is I." Fang Zheng nodded:
"There’s an order to things; I arrived here first, and the Primordial Spirit is already in hand. Do you two intend to seize it?"
"A treasure belongs to those fated for it." Sun Huai’an slowly spoke:
"Since my wife and I have reached here, doesn’t it prove our fate with this treasure?"
"It seems..." Fang Zheng flexed his wrist:
"We’ll have to engage in a round."