Mysteries of Immortal Puppet Master - Chapter 852 - : 290: defiant yang sanyan_2

Chapter 852: Chapter 290: Defiant Yang Sanyan_2

Clang!

Fire sparks and golden light burst forth simultaneously, the piercing clashing of metal made the surrounding cultivators furrow their brows tightly.

The ribs of the Iron Fan were pierced by the Long Spear. Tie Guzheng rolled backward, rolling three times before he managed to stand up in a thrill, barely reclaiming his life from the jaws of death.

The Flying Spear Ghost General saw that Tie Guzheng was already on guard and sighed regretfully before pulling out another Magic Weapon Spear.

He infused the spear with Golden Core power and expended a second military token. With military power augmented, he once again threw it with full force.

This time, the spear was not aimed at Tie Guzheng, but at Qing Chi.

Tie Guzheng felt greatly uneasy, thinking to himself, “Damn, this flying spear is mighty and dense, yet insidiously cunning, only when it shoots before me, does it let me have any awareness.”

“If there’s a second spear, how should others defend?”

At this thought, Tie Guzheng immediately ordered, “Quickly, let the Qing Jiao Army retreat off the wall!”

But it was too late.

The second flying spear had already crossed several miles of distance, about to reach the wall, ready to pierce Qing Chi’s skull.

Qing Chi was completely unaware, engaged thoroughly in battle!

Right at her life-and-death moment, a gray-white bone staff appeared out of nowhere, striking the side of the flying spear.

The flying spear deviated from its path, and by the time it reached the city wall, it had veered off significantly, directly tearing through the air, flying over White Paper Immortal City, and disappearing into the horizon.

The collision between the staff and spear was so fierce that it exploded the surrounding Yin Qi, the huge commotion attracting the attention of many nearby cultivators.

Qing Chi remained engrossed in battle.

Qing Yan, who had been guarding around her, raised his eyes nervously to look around.

The Flying Spear Ghost General’s pupils contracted, immediately using the last military token, infusing it into the third flying spear.

His throwing action was faster than the previous two times.

This time the target was still Qing Chi!

However, the third spear hadn’t even crossed one mile before mysteriously disappearing mid-air.

As if it had never existed!

The Flying Spear Ghost General showed a look of incredulous shock.

Falling short in killing with three spears, he could only return to camp with a restless heart, bracing himself to report.

Inside the tent, the atmosphere was very different from before.

The vanguard general did not blame the Flying Spear Ghost General, his expression cold: “With strong aid arriving at White Paper Immortal City, this time you are forgiven for your failure.”

He sent away the Flying Spear Ghost General, allowing him to rejoin the ranks, his manner dismissive, focusing instead on the mystical disappearance of the third flying spear.

As for the appearing bone staff, he showed considerable concern about the reason for the third spear’s disappearance.

The incident happened too fast, and even the vanguard general did not discern any clue.

The Dead Bone Giant Spirit opened its mouth, unleashing a wave of deadly air.

Tie Guzheng unfolded the Iron Fan, casting out a fierce metallic wind.

After the collision between both sides, the wave of deadly air was weakened by eighty percent, yet still surged past the wall.

Tie Guzheng was struck by the wave of deadly air, flew backwards a dozen steps, crashing into the wall gate tower.

Without further entanglement, the Dead Bone Giant Spirit bent down suddenly, crashing its shoulder into the wall.

The White Paper City wall couldn’t hold, like a thick paper stack severely twisted, it directly bulged inward, protruding significantly into the city.

Such a scene made all the watching cultivators horrified and terrified.

The Dead Bone Giant Spirit withdrew, ready for a second impact.

“No!” The cultivators sensed the imminent threat, many frantically attacking, yet their hits on the Dead Bone Giant Spirit caused minimal harm, failing to stop it effectively.

At the critical moment, a script appeared out of nowhere, floating above the Dead Bone Giant Spirit, fully unfurled, revealing a large character–Zhen (town).

The Zhen character left the script, directly flying into the center of the Dead Bone Giant Spirit’s forehead, deeply engraving itself there.

The spirit’s aura, combat strength, and speed drastically declined, like a giant burdened with a mountain, its threat dwindling.

Then, the just-appeared bone staff flew to the back of the Dead Bone Giant Spirit.

The bone staff grew rapidly, in the blink of an eye, it was taller than the city walls, thicker than a support column.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The bone staff struck the Dead Bone Giant Spirit’s back with each hit shattering large amounts of dead bone. The third strike smashed its spine, causing the Dead Bone Giant Spirit to fold in half, paralyzing it on the spot.

Seeing this, Tie Guzheng and others rejoiced, knowing strong allies had arrived.

The next moment, the bone staff shrank, falling into the hands of a gray-robed cultivator.

He wore a white bone mask, his eye sockets sunken, with no pupils, only two points of eerie blue ghost fire, known as the Bone Tomb Taoist of the Soul Devouring Sect.

Nearing the empty script, a cultivator appeared.

His face was lean, possessing three strands of long beard, eyes like electricity, emanating scholarly aura. This was Zhou Wenyang, the Confucian Cultivator of the Complete Book Pavilion.

The last person appeared directly beside Qing Chi.

He wore a dark blue Taoist robe, his posture upright like a pine tree, standing proudly on the wall’s parapet.

“Evil spirits dare to invade my Immortal City!”

His face was like jade, a vertical mark tightly shut on his forehead, his eyes undisguisedly filled with contempt and rage.

Inborn talent–above all!

In the next moment, the vertical mark between his eyebrows suddenly split open, revealing a vertical eye.

The eye emitted white light, pure, strong, majestic.

Where the white gaze shone, everything was erased, vanished on the spot. Any ghost was doomed to encounter disaster, the difference being those with higher cultivation could withstand a breath or two before disappearing without a trace!

The vertical eye on the forehead of this Three-eyed cultivator swept over, all ghosts on this section of the wall vanished into smoke.

He turned again, scanning briefly, and upon the left side of the wall defense, all ghosts and Yin winds disappeared.

“Yang Sanyan of the Myriad Images Sect, Evil Slaying Hall is here.” The young cultivator abruptly spoke, his voice cold, brimming with arrogance.

All the cultivators on the wall turned their gazes, surprised, shaken, and admiring. All at once, morale skyrocketed!

Qing Chi also stared at Yang Sanyan close at hand, her gaze curious.

From afar, the vanguard general of the Yin army pondered for a moment and sighed, ordering, “Withdraw the troops.”

These three cultivators demonstrated incredible power, each possessing Golden Core Level strength. Yet Yang Sanyan was even more astonishing, manifesting combat power directly with Nascent Soul grandeur!

Yang Sanyan’s vertical eye tightly closed, he slightly turned, extended his right hand, silently reaching towards Qing Chi.

Qing Chi’s hair stood on end, instinctively retreating to put distance between them.

Yet in the next moment, she was caught on the shoulder by Yang Sanyan’s hand.

“Little girl of the Ghost Clan, do not run around!”

Qing Yan was shocked, hurriedly kneeling down on one knee, indicating they were allies.

Yang Sanyan snorted coldly: “Were it not the case, you’d have long lost your life. My brother mentioned you in his letter, along with someone named Jiao Ma.”

“He told me he had pledged allegiance to Jiao Ma.”

“Now he is dead!”

“How did Jiao Ma protect my brother? You are closely connected to him; go fetch him. He must bear heavy responsibility for my brother’s death!”

Qing Chi struggled but was instantly subdued by Yang Sanyan.

Qing Chi’s eyes widened, an incredulous look enveloping her face, due to her current state being supported by military power, yet she was utterly unable to resist Yang Sanyan!

Qing Yan, powerless, gritted his teeth, saying, “Please, wait a moment, my lord. I will invite Prince Jiao Ma here immediately.”

“Quickly have him come to pay respects.” Yang Sanyan carried Qing Chi away.

Yang Sanyan, with his tall stature, carried the petite Qing Chi like a kitten.

Yang Sanyan reached the tower of the city gate, boldly sitting on the main seat, kicking out the stationed cultivators, casually dropping Qing Chi beside his feet.

He ceased his attacks while Zhou Wenyang of the Complete Book Pavilion and the Bone Tomb Taoist of the Soul Devouring Sect continued their onslaught, swiftly sweeping away the remaining ghosts.

Tie Guzheng, once the battle stabilized, thanked Zhou Wenyang and the Bone Tomb Taoist and went to pay homage to Yang Sanyan.

“Incompetents, tidy up the city defense well and do not interrupt me.” Yet Yang Sanyan did not accept the visit.

His current desire was solely to meet Jiao Ma.

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Soon, under Qing Yan’s guidance, Ning Zhuo arrived at the tower above the city gate.

Qing Yan did not forget to transmit thoughts, earnestly reminding, “Jiao Ma, mind your attitude. Yang Sanyan hails from the Myriad Images Sect, both his power and status are extraordinary. The crucial point is that Qing Chi is still in his grasp.”

“Humph, are you Jiao Ma? Give me…” Yang Sanyan snorted coldly but hadn’t finished speaking.

Bang!

In the next instant, Ning Zhuo pushed with both palms, directly overturning the gate tower.