darknovel Chapter 64 Using Fire to Control Weapons
Chapter 64 Using Fire to Control Weapons
Wood Vine Technique - Thorns.
The ground cracked open, and dozens of thumb-thick vines burst forth from the soil, wrapping around the legs of the man in the black brocade robe.
The poisonous thorns on the vines pierced the skin and flesh, and the toxins entered the meridians through the wounds.
The man in the black brocade robe felt a numbness in his legs, his internal energy circulation was blocked, and he staggered.
"Damn it!" he roared, channeling his inner energy into his legs and snapping the vines.
But in that brief moment of hesitation, Zhang Lin made his move again.
Incendiary bomb.
A fireball about a foot in size condensed in his palm, its temperature so high that it distorted and deformed the surrounding air.
Zhang Lin raised his hand, and the fireball shot towards the man in the black brocade robe.
The man in the black brocade robe dared not take the attack head-on, and with a quick movement, he narrowly avoided it.
The fireball landed on the ground and exploded, creating a crater about ten feet in size. The soil was burned into a glassy state, gleaming with a ghostly blue light.
The man in the black brocade robe broke out in a cold sweat, recognizing it as a variant of the fireball spell, the Flame Bullet.
If that blow lands, he will be seriously injured, if not killed.
He steadied himself and took out a small flag from his storage bag.
The small flag is about the size of a palm, with a black surface embroidered with blood-red runes, and its spiritual light is restrained.
Spiritual artifact.
Zhang Lin's gaze sharpened.
Spiritual artifacts are a higher level of existence than magical artifacts.
Magical artifacts are divided into low-grade, medium-grade, high-grade, and top-grade, with spiritual artifacts being the highest grade.
The power of magical artifacts far surpasses that of magical artifacts.
Even a low-grade spiritual weapon is enough to tempt a Foundation Establishment cultivator.
The Zhou family even used a magical artifact to kill him.
It seems the Zhou family is determined to have him.
The man in the black brocade robe held the small flag in his hand and poured his inner energy into it.
The crimson runes on the small flag lit up, and the crimson light shot into the sky, forcing the surrounding mist back several feet.
"break!"
With a roar, the man in the black brocade robe waved his small flag, and a beam of blood-red light shot out from the flag, striking the barrier that trapped the formation.
"boom!"
The formation trembled violently, the mist surged, and the array flags flickered with spiritual light, nearly shattering.
Zhang Lin's expression changed slightly.
The power of this magical artifact far exceeded his expectations.
If the man in the black brocade robe were to bombard them a few more times, the trapping formation would surely break.
He must end the battle as soon as possible.
Zhang Lin took a deep breath and disappeared underground once again.
Just as the man in the black brocade robe was about to swing the small flag and strike a second time, he suddenly sensed a disturbance in the ground beneath his feet.
He looked down and saw the soil churning, and a giant hand, about ten feet long, formed from earth-elemental spiritual energy, emerged from the ground and grabbed his ankle.
Xuanhuang big hands.
The third-tier Earth Spike Technique is characterized by condensing earth-elemental true energy into a giant hand over ten feet long, possessing immense power, capable of grabbing, striking, and seizing.
The man in the black brocade robe felt his ankle being clamped by iron clamps, unable to move.
"Open for me!" he roared, unleashing his protective true energy that shattered the Xuanhuang giant hand.
But in this delay, Zhang Lin emerged from underground and appeared behind him.
The Azure Sword hovered in front of him, runes flowing across its blade, radiating a brilliant spiritual light.
Zhang Lin made a hand seal with his right hand, and a dark blue flame of burning heaven adhered to the sword.
The flames merged with the sword, and the Azure Sword transformed into a streak of azure light. The temperature was so high that it distorted the air, and the runes on the sword burned even brighter in the flames.
To control weapons with fire.
This was the technique he used when killing the Azure Scale Python: attaching the Heavenly Flame to the flying sword and using the sword as a carrier to deliver the flame into the opponent's body.
The Azure Sword shot out through the air at an extreme speed, making no sound as it pierced the void.
Sensing the deadly threat behind him, the man in the black brocade robe turned around abruptly and waved a small flag to defend himself.
However, most of his true energy had already been consumed in the previous attacks.
Having just broken through the formation with a small flag, the blood-red light on it had dimmed to almost invisible in the rush.
"puff--"
The Azure Sword pierced through the blood-red light and plunged into the chest of the man in the black brocade robe, the Blazing Flame flowing into his body along the sword.
A ghostly blue flame burned from the inside out, and the body of the man in the black brocade robe was instantly engulfed by the flames.
He didn't even have time to let out a scream before he turned into ashes in the eerie blue flames.
The small flag fell to the ground with a soft "clang".
Zhang Lin sheathed the Azure Gang Sword, and the Heaven-Burning Flames on its blade slowly dissipated, leaving the sword still as smooth and undamaged as ever.
He walked to the ashes, bent down, and picked up the small flag.
The small flag is about the size of a palm, with a black surface embroidered with blood-red runes. It feels warm to the touch and faintly emits spiritual energy fluctuations.
Low-grade spiritual weapon.
Although its spiritual light dimmed due to the exhaustion of the black-robed man's true energy, its quality remained intact and it could be restored after a few days of gentle care.
Zhang Lin put the small flag into his storage bag, then picked up the black-robed man's flying sword and storage bag, and put them away together.
He looked around and saw that the fog that had trapped him was slowly dissipating.
Six battle flags flew out of the soil and returned to his hand.
The banners still shone brightly, completely undamaged.
Zhang Lin put away the battle flags, walked to the side of the official road, and shouted towards the wheat field.
"Come out."
Deep in the wheat field, Yu Youwei stood up.
Her dress was covered in wheat leaves, and a few ears of wheat were in her hair, but she didn't bother to fix them and walked over quickly.
She walked up to Zhang Lin, looked him up and down, and breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that he was unharmed.
"Where is that person?"
"He's dead."
Yu Youwei glanced at the ashes on the ground and remained silent for a moment.
"Who is it?"
"The Zhou family." Zhang Lin nodded. "They've reached the pinnacle of Qi cultivation, their spiritual consciousness has been awakened, and they even have spiritual weapons. The Zhou family has gone to great lengths to kill me."
After a long silence, Yu Youwei suddenly said, "Thank you."
"What are you thanking me for?"
"Thank you for taking me with you even in that dangerous situation." Yu Youwei looked at him with complicated emotions. "My staying by your side would only be a burden to you."
Zhang Lin shook his head, recalling the scene of her decisively hiding just now, and smiled, "You're a smart person, you know when to advance and when to retreat."
He paused, then said, "Let's go, it's getting dark. Let's stay in Qingyun Town tonight and teleport to Qingxuan City early tomorrow morning."
Yu Youwei nodded and turned to lead the horse.
Zhang Lin stood on the official road, watching the setting sun slowly sink below the horizon.
As dusk settled, the evening glow on the horizon gradually faded.
Qingyun Town is in sight.
He took a deep breath, mounted his horse, and headed towards Qingyun Town.
Behind him, the ashes were scattered by the evening breeze, leaving no trace.
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The night was as dark as ink, and the stars and moon were without light.
At the end of West Street in Qingyun Town, in an inconspicuous inn, the lights were dim.
Zhang Lin ordered two superior rooms, and he and Yu Youwei each rested there.
He closed the door and sat cross-legged on the bed.
The battle just now, though seemingly calm, was actually dangerous.
His opponent, who had reached the pinnacle of Qi cultivation, possessed awakened spiritual consciousness and a magical artifact. If he hadn't set up a trapping formation beforehand to suppress the opponent's spiritual consciousness and used his clone in the mist to disrupt the opponent's judgment, the outcome of this battle would have been uncertain.
Zhang Lin took the black-robed man's storage bag from his bosom and placed it in front of him.
The storage bag is black, made of fine fabric, with silver runes embroidered along the edges, and feels quite heavy.
Upon probing with my spiritual sense, I found that the space inside the bag was about three feet square, containing a low-grade spatial artifact.
Zhang Lin took out the items from the bag one by one and laid them out on the bed.
The spirit stone comes first.
The low-grade spirit stones were neatly stacked in piles, totaling 320 stones. Adding the loose pieces scattered in the bag, the total came to over 3,200 stones.
Ten mid-grade spirit stones.
Mid-grade spirit stones are smaller than low-grade spirit stones, but they are more crystal clear and their spiritual energy is so rich that it can be seen with the naked eye. When you hold them in your hand, you can feel the spiritual energy seeping into your meridians, making you feel comfortable all over.
One mid-grade spirit stone can be exchanged for one hundred low-grade spirit stones on the market, but there is no market for it.
High-level cultivators mostly use mid-grade and high-grade spirit stones for cultivation; in their eyes, low-grade spirit stones are no different from gold and silver.
Zhang Lin carefully sorted and stored the spirit stones, already having a plan in mind.
Including his previous savings, he now possesses over six thousand low-grade spirit stones and ten mid-grade spirit stones.
This is considered extremely wealthy among Qi Refining stage cultivators.
Even ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivators might not be as wealthy as him.
There were also some pills in the storage bag. Although the quality was not as good as the pills he refined himself, it was better than nothing.