Chapter 1774 Divine Art
Dozens of monks just looked at it, their faces full of shock and their hearts full of horror. No one spoke, and no one dared to plead for Yu Yangzi and others. They were afraid that they might offend Qingyang at any point and suffer the consequences of Chi Yu's anger. Qingyang used this magical power of time on them.
Ten breaths of time passed quickly. Yuyangzi's longevity was finally exhausted, and her body fell to the ground. There was no trace of life anymore. Qingyang didn't know whether it was because he was tired or because he had a kind heart, so he narrowed his eyes slightly. , the aura on his body gradually dissipated, and he stopped using the magical power of time.
In less than two hundred breaths, a monk whose cultivation level was three levels higher than Qingyang's was easily killed by Qingyang using his magical power of time. It seemed effortless, and that's all. With one against three, taking into account the black-bearded old man and the middle-aged beautiful woman at the same time, if it were one against one, the speed would probably be faster. Qingyang's method is really terrifying.
The black-bearded old man and the middle-aged beautiful woman finally regained their ability to move, but they had no time to count how much life they had lost, no time to check what changes had occurred on themselves, and no time to see what was happening next to Yuyangzi, who fell to his knees with a plop. On the ground, he begged Qingyang: "Fellow Taoist Qingyang, spare your life. We don't dare to do it anymore. Please let us live."
In the past one hundred breaths, the two of them had suffered a lot. The fear of death and the desire for life made them dare not show any resistance to Qingyang. Qingyang had become their lover in this life. Nightmare, let alone seeking revenge on Qingyang, he didn’t even have the courage to raise his head to look at Qingyang. He would probably shudder when he heard Qingyang’s name in the future.
In fact, they don't know that although Qingyang's magical time technique is powerful, it also consumes a lot of money. The higher the opponent's cultivation level, the greater the consumption, and it will increase geometrically. One against three, and the opponent was a few realms higher than himself in cultivation, which was also a challenge for him.
If Qingyang continues, the lifespan of the black-bearded old man and the middle-aged beautiful woman can be exhausted, but Qingyang will also become weak later. In the secret realm of all spirits, anything can happen, and Qingyang certainly will not Putting yourself in danger, since Yuyangzi, the mastermind, is dead, the remaining black-bearded old man and middle-aged beautiful woman are not a concern. After the Wanling Meeting, everyone went their separate ways and will never meet again in this life, that is. There was no need to kill them all, so Qingyang stopped.
Of course, Qingyang would not let them go so easily, so he said coldly: "It's not a bad idea to let you live, but before you and Yuyangzi teamed up to deal with me, if I didn't have enough ability to protect myself, at this time I’m afraid I’m the one who will die. How should I settle this account?”
Hearing Qingyang relent, how could the two of them care about anything else? He quickly said: "It's easy to calculate. It's easy to calculate. We did something wrong in this matter. We can use half of our net worth as compensation."
Since the other party was so polite, Qingyang stopped scaring them and said, "In that case, I'll spare your lives. If I encounter you again in the future, I won't be so lucky."
"Don't dare, absolutely don't dare. We won't dare to be disrespectful to fellow Taoist Qingyang in the future." The black-bearded old man and the middle-aged beautiful woman said repeatedly. After finishing speaking, they each took out a storage bag and presented it to Qingyang. , In fact, Qingyang didn't know what their net worth was, but because of what happened before, the two of them didn't dare to hide anything, and they both honestly took out half of their net worth.
Then Qingyang put away the formation outside, picked up the storage bag on Yuyangzi's body, and even took out Yuyangzi's magic weapon. Yuyangzi was born in Xianyou Pavilion, and there is no shortage of good materials for refining magic weapons. , the power of a single magic weapon even exceeds Qingyang's giant sword, and if you take it back and sell it as an ancient treasure, you can exchange it for a lot of spiritual stones. Including the two storage bags given by the black-bearded old man and the middle-aged beautiful woman, Qingyang only made a rough count, and the harvest this time totaled 17 to 8 million spiritual stones.
As the direct descendant of an elder of Xianyou Pavilion, Yuyangzi was originally very rich. It can be seen from the fact that he was able to exchange nine pieces of gold spirit and ten thousand killing iron with Qingyang at once. It was just for hunting. He paid too much to kill the Ghost Wind Beast and gain the opportunity to enter the Guanxian Cave. After that, he spent a lot of spiritual stones to find help, so in the end, his total net worth was less than 10 million spiritual stones.
More than 10 million spiritual stones, these alone are far more than the net worth of most of the monks present, but the others watched Qingyang put the things in his bag, but no one dared to raise objections, not for other reasons. It was true that Qingyang's time magic was so powerful that he was frightened.
In fact, Qingyang also did this on purpose. He was a little-known monk on the fifth level of Nascent Soul, but he climbed to the Immortal Viewing Cave at Jietian Peak and realized the magical power. Although everyone didn't say it, they were definitely not convinced in their hearts. With some excuses, maybe everyone would attack him in groups. Now that they have seen the power of the magical power of time, no one will dare to be disrespectful to him in the future.
After Qingyang packed up his things, Bianjizi looked at him and sighed: "More than a hundred breaths of time caused a Yuanying monk to run out of life and die. Fellow Taoist Qingyang, your magical power is really amazing." , I have been living for so many years, and I have never seen such a magical method. "
Qing Mingzi said: "The eighth-level monks of Nascent Soul can only last for more than a hundred breaths. Wouldn't other low-level monks die of old age in an instant? Directly controlling people's life and death can be called a divine skill."
Yuan Shengzi said: "Indeed, the magic of Daoist Fellow Qingyang just now really opened our eyes. The biggest gain of my Wanling Conference this time is to meet young talents like Daoist Fellow Qingyang. I used to look down on cultivators outside the spiritual world, but now I understand the truth that there are people beyond people. Everyone, after the matter here is over, why don't we find a place to have a good drink, how about it?"
"That's what I meant. Let's go together." Other cultivators said one after another.
Everyone talked more and more lively, and simply did not go down the mountain. They found a flat land outside the Guanxian Cave, put out various spiritual wines, spiritual fruits and delicacies, and held a celebration exchange meeting. Among the dozens of cultivators present, no one was upset about Yu Yangzi's death, and no one even looked at his body, even the black-bearded old man and the middle-aged beautiful woman were no exception.
The dozens of cultivators on Jietian Peak were almost the top group of people in this Wanling Conference. They were all the best of the younger generation in various worlds and had no shortage of good things. So in this celebration party, everyone tasted all kinds of delicacies from all over the world. Not to mention anything else, the several jars of aged wine that Qingyang had contributed and had been buried in the Drunken Immortal Gourd for a long time made those wine lovers rave about it.