Chapter 273: Yuan Yao’s Grace, Shura’s Netherworld Scythe
Among the ten major tribes of the Mulan vanguard coalition, the Huangsha tribe was eliminated by Ye Changsheng as soon as they met.
The high-level cultivators sent out by this large tribe included only one Nascent Soul cultivator and two Jindan cultivators. After they were killed by Ye Changsheng, the tribe was considered ruined.
Those low-level monks and mortals below didn't even know what had just happened, and had no idea that the high-level forces in the clan had been killed by others.
Not long after Ye Changsheng left, several beams of light flew here.
In the escaping light, the powerful aura revealed their identity as Nascent Soul cultivators.
These are the other Nascent Soul cultivators in the coalition of the ten major tribes, who were summoned by the leader, Grand Master Mu of the Tianfeng Tribe.
They came here to encircle and suppress Nanlonghou and his entourage.
In fact, when Nanlonghou and his party just approached the Mulan grassland, their whereabouts were discovered by the Mulan people.
When Grand Master Mu of the Tianfeng tribe learned the news, he urgently dispatched the Huangsha tribe to block the group's path.
In fact, he was also extremely troubled and didn't want to fight with this group of human Yuanying right now.
But with such a group of people coming to Mulan Grassland, who knows what they are here for?
He absolutely cannot let it go, otherwise if something goes wrong, he will not be able to bear the consequences.
So, deployment was made immediately.
The task he gave to the Huangsha tribe was to temporarily stop these Yuanyings and wait for his reinforcements to arrive.
Then he quickly went to summon the other Nascent Souls.
Unexpectedly, the great master of the Huangsha tribe knew that his order was intended to deplete the strength of the Huangsha tribe, so he ignored Nanlonghou and his party and let them go.
But in the end, the people of the Huangsha tribe still died at the hands of Ye Changsheng. When the Yuanyings of other tribes gathered and discovered this scene, their faces suddenly became extremely gloomy.
"All the high-level cultivators of the Huangsha tribe have died. This is most likely the work of that group of Tiannan Yuanying. Brother Mu, what should we do next?" Such a voice came from a beam of light.
The Nascent Souls of the nine Mulan people gathered here, looking coldly at the Huangsha Tribe below.
The Huangsha tribe is now ruined, and their fate in the future will most likely be annexation by other tribes.
Grand Master Mu of the Tianfeng tribe had an extremely grim expression on his face. Although he was secretly happy in his heart that the Huangsha tribe had suffered heavy casualties, such a big problem had occurred, and as the vanguard commander, he also had a lot of responsibility!
"Chase them. We must not let these Tiannan people enter the depths of the Mulan grassland!" he said with gritted teeth.
In an instant, nine beams of light chased after Nanlong Hou and his group as well as Ye Changsheng.
Soon, Ye Changsheng's spiritual sense discovered the group of Mu Lan Yuanying who were chasing him.
"Well, should I stop these people here? Or should I let them go and let them chase Nanlonghou's people?" There was a thoughtful look in Ye Changsheng's eyes.
With his strength, he thought it would not be difficult to deal with those Nascent Souls that were chasing him.
After all, these are just nine Nascent Soul early stage cultivators.
However, it would probably take a lot of time to deal with this group of people. In this case, Nanlonghou's people would most likely fly out of his surveillance range.
Moreover, after this vanguard army passes, the real army of magicians of the Mulan people should be arriving soon.
By then, if we fall into the army of mages, we will be in big trouble.
Thousands and thousands of monks attacked together, and even a great monk in the late stage would have to flee in panic.
It is best to leave this area before the army of mages actually arrives and not be entangled by them.
"These guys are all old foxes. They should have known that they have been discovered by the Mulan people. If there are no pursuers behind us, it will arouse their suspicion!"
"Just let these people go!"
Ye Changsheng muttered to himself, and suddenly he stopped and fell to the ground. The light on his body twisted and turned, and then he disappeared.
Both the person and his breath disappeared.
After a while, the Yuanying of the nine Mulan people all rushed over and flew past without noticing Ye Changsheng was there at all.
This group of people was moving very fast, much faster than the average Nascent Soul cultivators, simply because they were all riding in a white flying magical vehicle.
Windmill!
The flying magic weapon of the Tianfeng tribe of the Mulan people has a regular flying speed far exceeding that of ordinary Nascent Soul cultivators.
When this group of people flew past, Ye Changsheng appeared again and followed them from a distance.
When they actually arrived at the Mulan grassland, Nanlonghou and his eight companions were caught up by the Mulan people.
Seeing these Mu Lan Yuanying chasing after them, Nanlong Hou and others suddenly changed their expressions.
They had no intention of fighting these people at all. No one could possibly fight in such a place because the Mulan army would be here soon.
So, after a casual discussion, Nanlong Hou gave everyone a gathering place, and then the group of eight people immediately dispersed and flew in different directions.
Seeing the actions of the Tiannan monk, the Mulan people immediately split up. Two people went to chase the Nanlong Marquis, and the remaining seven people each went to chase the other seven people.
Ye Changsheng followed behind, and after sensing Yuan Yao's position, he also flew in that direction.
Soon, he discovered that the person chasing Yuan Yao was none other than the Mulan Yuanying who was driving the wind carriage.
After flying hundreds of miles, Yuan Yao looked at the wind wheel behind her that was getting closer and closer to her, and her brows furrowed slightly.
Her Shura Pluto Technique records many secret techniques of the ghost way, among which naturally there is an extremely mysterious escape technique.
This type of escape technique is only slightly slower than the blood escape technique which requires the consumption of essence and blood.
This is already the most advanced escape technique, and it is extremely fast, but it still cannot shake off the pursuit of the person behind.
Not only that, the distance between them was getting closer and closer, and it seemed that Mu Lan's Yuanying riding the wind chariot was about to catch up.
Yuan Yao sighed softly. She finally understood why the old man named Yun, who was in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul, had such a changed expression when he saw the Wind-Controlling Wheel just now.
This wind-controlling chariot is truly a top-tier flying treasure. Unless she uses the blood escape technique, she will not be able to get rid of the opponent.
But in such a dangerous grassland, performing the Blood Escape Technique and consuming essence and blood would undoubtedly be a matter of great hidden danger.
Yuan Yao couldn't possibly do that, so she stopped, turned around, and planned to fight with this Mulan Yuanying to see how powerful the mage's spiritual arts were.
It just so happens that after entering the Nascent Soul stage, I have never fought with anyone.
After taking a cold look at the white light chasing after him, Yuan Yao held a huge long-handled sickle in his hand.
The sickle was as black as ink, with countless talismans faintly flowing on it. The deep black color gave people a feeling that it was sucking their souls in.
Shura Underworld Scythe!
This is Yuan Yao’s natal magic weapon. If it can be transformed to its extreme in the future, it will become a holy weapon of the ghost way.
The sickle was longer than the person. Yuan Yao, who was wearing a black dress, looked petite standing under this huge sickle.
Her snow-white skin and the pitch-black magic weapon contrast with each other, creating a breathtaking beauty.
When the Mulan man's Yuanying saw the sickle from afar, he immediately felt a sense of fear.
As soon as the spiritual consciousness touched this magic weapon, it was immediately swallowed up.
"What kind of evil magic weapon is this?" He was extremely surprised, and the speed of the windmill under his feet suddenly slowed down a lot.
Slowly, the wind carriage stopped hundreds of feet away from Yuan Yao.
The monk in the car was an old man in his sixties, with some strange blue tattoos on both sides of his cheeks.
He was wearing a blue brocade shirt of peculiar style, and his whole body was filled with astonishing spiritual energy. He was actually a cultivator at the peak of the early Nascent Soul stage.
After getting off the car, the mage looked coldly at Yuan Yao, stretched out his hand and the wind-controlling car shrank rapidly and fell into his hand, which he calmly put away.
Seeing the other party's calm movements, a cold light flashed in Yuan Yao's beautiful eyes. She slashed with the huge sickle in her hand, and a black blade light flew out obliquely, slashing towards the old man at an extremely fast speed.
When the old man saw this scene, he calmly raised his hand. A blue light suddenly appeared in his hand, and a thin blue thread turned into a giant python that pounced out and met the dark blade light.
Boom!
There was an explosion, and the two rays of light collided and intertwined with each other, and terrifying spiritual power fluctuations spread out.
When the old man saw the giant python flying out and blocking the dark blade light, a look of relief suddenly appeared on his face.
Just as he was about to say something, he suddenly saw the dark blade light explode in the air and transform into thin black threads.
These pitch-black threads were extremely sharp and strangled the blue python in the blink of an eye, and then rushed over like an overwhelming force.
"What?!"
The Nascent Soul of the Mulan man was shocked when he saw this scene, and quickly threw out a blue bead in his hand.
The blue bead spun in the air, and then immediately pieces of blue ice flew out from the bead.
Countless blue ice fragments were densely suspended on the mountain above the old man's head. His face turned stern and he shouted coldly: "Go!"
Then, the blue ice crystals in the sky shot out like strong bows and crossbows, hitting the black silk threads.
As soon as the two met, the blue ice fragments immediately exploded and turned into a white misty cold air, wrapping all the black and sharp silk threads and freezing them.
At the same time, countless blue ice crystals shot towards Yuan Yao.
Seeing this, Yuan Yao swung the sickle in front of her body. In an instant, dark lotuses appeared out of thin air, spinning in front of her.
When the blue ice crystals hit the lotuses, they were immediately blocked. Even if they emitted cold air, it was absorbed by the lotuses.
When the old man saw this scene, his brows frowned and a thoughtful look appeared in his eyes, as if he was recalling something.
In just a breath or two, his expression suddenly changed and he shouted, "Ghostly magical power?!"
A faint smile blossomed on Yuan Yao's peerless face, and in an instant, the world lost its color.
A gray flame suddenly surged out from her body, engulfing all the blue ice crystals around her.
Silently, all the blue ice crystals were refined by the gray flames.
Yuan Yao smiled sweetly, formed a seal with her hands, and then endless black mist burst out from her body.
The black mist spread rapidly, covering the area within a radius of several miles.
The old man's expression changed slightly when he saw this scene, and the blue bead in his hand emitted a hazy light, forming a blue light curtain that enveloped him.
Yuan Yao's figure disappeared in the dark ghost fog. The next moment, in the ghost fog, in those places where the yin energy was the thickest, dark lotus flowers grew out.
The lotus blossomed, and figures walked out from it. They were all wearing black dresses, holding huge sickles in their hands, and Yuan Yao had a cold smile on her face.
Upon seeing this scene, the expression of the Mulan Nascent Soul cultivator suddenly changed. His consciousness was greatly affected by the ghost fog and he was unable to distinguish whether these figures were real or fake.
Hundreds of women in black dresses rushed towards him!
"Bang!"
With a crisp sound, a pitch-black sickle seemed to appear out of thin air and slashed the blue bead, immediately making a loud bang.
The light blue curtain shook violently!
The old man looked gloomily at the snow-white hand holding the huge sickle.
One after another, women in black skirts rushed towards him, and every time a sickle fell, the blue light curtain would tremble violently.
It seemed as if these figures were real.
But the old man knew that it was impossible for all of this to be real. They must all be illusions, but his spiritual sense could not distinguish them.
The opponent's true body was hidden in this pile of shadows, constantly attacking him.
"I want to see how long you can last in my Shura Ghost Domain!" A clear and pleasant voice came from the ghost fog, so ethereal and vague that it seemed to come from the sky.
The old man felt a little anxious. In this place, he couldn't find the opponent's true identity at all and could only passively take the beating.
As soon as he thought about it, he began to consider retreating. This Nascent Soul cultivator from Tiannan was not easy to deal with. His methods were too strange.
He had only heard of ghost cultivators before, but this was the first time he had encountered one.
A black mountain appeared in the old man's hand. He muttered something, and in the blink of an eye, black light flowed on the surface of the mountain. The size of the mountain increased rapidly, and in an instant it became dozens of feet in size, floating above his head.
The dark mountain spun wildly, forming a huge suction force that swept away all the surrounding ghost fog.
Some women in black dresses were also sucked into it, and were instantly crushed by the terrifying power in the huge whirlpool.
A vacuum appeared in this ghostly space, and the windmill under the old man's feet reappeared. With a flash of white light, it rushed out of this ghostly space at an extremely fast speed.
After he had escaped for several miles in one breath, the old man finally breathed a sigh of relief. Looking back, he found that the sky behind him was clear and the dark ghost space disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Everything seemed to be his hallucination. The woman in the black dress was holding a sickle in her hand and looking at him with a faint smile on her face.
There was a hint of sarcasm in that smile.
The old man was startled and was about to carefully consider the meaning of this smile, when he heard a gentle voice in his ear:
"This wind-controlling vehicle is great. Let me use it to travel with you!"
