Li Qingzhe's figure retreated violently, but he did not flee; the resentment in his eyes actually overpowered his fear. He was a genius of the Eastern Gu Sect of the Southern Border, an expert in playing with life and death. How could he be scared off by a single move?
"Destroying my magical artifact, injuring my physical body..."
Li Qingzhe's throat let out a bellows-like wheezing sound, and he suddenly slapped the storage bag at his waist.
"I will refine you into a myriad poison corpse puppet, making you beg for life and wish for death!!"
Buzz—!
Along with his roar, a large expanse of colorful mist spewed out from his cuffs.
How was that mist?
It was clearly tens of thousands of flying insects the size of grains of rice!
Crimson fire ants, jade-green corpse beetles, deep blue ghost-faced moths... They vibrated their wings, emitting a scalp-numbing buzzing sound, converging into a hideous five-colored poison dragon that bared its fangs and brandished its claws as it lunged toward Gu Yang.
This was not just poison; it was Gu.
Every single bug was enough to bite through a low-grade defensive magical artifact. Even the protective spiritual light of a late Foundation Establishment stage cultivator could not last three breaths before this insect tide.
Gu Yang stood in place, not even moving his feet half a step.
Under the bamboo hat, those eyes, calm as an ancient well, reflected the sky full of insects, yet there was not the slightest fluctuation.
Although this Li Qingzhe was at the late Foundation Establishment stage, his abilities were all based on the word "insidious."
If it were an ordinary cultivator, they might have been scared out of their wits by this overwhelming formation.
Unfortunately, he encountered Gu Yang.
A freak who possessed the "Desolate Ancient Extreme Yang Physique" and had cultivated the "Great Sun True Fire."
This was like a group of cockroaches living in the gutter trying to extinguish the sun in the sky.
"Burn."
Gu Yang slightly parted his thin lips, spitting out just one word.
Boom—!!!
The golden flame that had merely been dancing in his palm instantly surged.
With Gu Yang as the center, the air within a radius of ten zhang violently twisted, and a wave of heat visible to the naked eye crashed outward like a tsunami.
This was not a spell.
This was "momentum."
It was the absolute domain produced by the resonance between the extreme yang spiritual energy in his body and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth when the Great Sun Heaven Burning Sutra was circulated to its limits.
"Squeak squeak squeak—!!"
That imposing five-colored poison dragon let out a mournful wail the moment it crashed into this layer of golden heat waves.
The poisonous insects rushing at the very front instantly vaporized, not even leaving behind ashes.
The insect swarm behind them retreated in terror, but they were forcibly swept into the sea of fire by that domineering suction force.
Crack crack crack crack!
It was like a string of firecrackers set off during the New Year.
That sky full of insects exploded into clusters of gorgeous yet foul-smelling fireworks three zhang in front of Gu Yang.
"Im... Impossible!!"
Li Qingzhe's eyes were about to pop out of their sockets.
This was the "Five Poisons Heart Devouring Miasma" that he had spent ten years of painstaking effort to feed with the flesh and blood of countless living people!
It had actually been burned away without even touching the corner of the opponent's clothes?!
"What other tricks do you have?"
Gu Yang took a step forward.
His gray figure tore through the yet-to-dissipate foul-smelling smoke and appeared in front of Li Qingzhe.
Too fast!
Li Qingzhe's pupils violently contracted, and he only had time to summon a small black shield painted with a skull.
"Block it!!"
Gu Yang was expressionless, not even using any spiritual energy spells.
He simply and brutally raised his right fist, which was still burning with golden flames.
The muscles of his right arm instantly tensed, and a crystal-clear luster like blood jade faintly showed under his skin.
Boom!
One punch.
That high-grade magical artifact bone shield, which was enough to block the full-strength blow of a late Foundation Establishment cultivator, was like a crispy biscuit, shattering inch by inch under Gu Yang's fist wind and exploding into a sky full of fragments.
The momentum of the fist did not diminish, driving straight in.
It fiercely imprinted onto Li Qingzhe's chest.
"Pfft—!!"
Li Qingzhe felt as if he had been hit head-on by an immemorial barbaric elephant.
The ribs in his chest instantly shattered, caving in a large chunk.
His whole body was like a kite with a broken string, smashing fiercely against the blue brick wall behind him.
Bang!
The wall cracked, and crushed stones flew everywhere.
Li Qingzhe slid down like a puddle of mud, frantically spewing blood from his mouth, which was mixed with pieces of shattered internal organs.
"Cough cough... Cough..."
He looked in horror at the man who was walking toward him step by step.
This was clearly a primeval vicious beast wearing human skin!
"Don't... Don't kill me..."
With a trembling hand, he wanted to pull out that life-saving "Death Substitute Talisman" from his robes.
But Gu Yang did not give him this chance at all.
"Crack."
Gu Yang stepped on his intact left hand, exerting a little force, and the sound of finger bones shattering was exceptionally clear in the gloomy tomb chamber.
"Ahhh—"
Li Qingzhe let out an off-key scream of misery.
"I'll be taking your serendipity."
Gu Yang bent down and picked up the black coarse pottery jar from beside the storage bag that had been knocked out of Li Qingzhe's robes.
It was exactly the pottery jar sealing the "Ancient Concentric Gu."
He turned to look at Lan Caidie.
Even though the battle just now had been so intense, with waves of air rolling, she still remained motionless.
Simply because she had lost Li Qingzhe's control, she was currently like a marionette with broken strings, her head lowered, her body leaning against the cold wall.
That palm-sized animal skin tube top had slightly shifted due to the violent movements just now, revealing a large expanse of snow-white, delicate skin, which exuded a thrillingly cold whiteness under the dim light of the tomb chamber.
The silver fringed skirt was somewhat messy, and that thigh tattooed with a small crimson snake was faintly discernible.
Gu Yang walked up to her.
It had to be said that the women of the Southern Border were indeed different from the female cultivators of the Central Plains.
If Ji Shuanghua was a cold sword, and Shen Qingyue was a snow lotus on a high mountain.
Then the Lan Caidie before him was a highly toxic, colorful flower blooming in a swamp.
Demonic and beautiful, deadly and beautiful.
Gu Yang reached out, gently pinching her chin with two fingers, forcing her to look up.
Her skin was very cold, the touch as delicate as porcelain, but it carried a lifeless stiffness.
Those fox-like eyes that should have been soul-snatching were still hollow and lifeless at this moment, the pupils dilated and unfocused.
"Marionette Play..."
Right now, she was just a stunningly beautiful empty shell with the strength of the middle Foundation Establishment stage.
Gu Yang retracted his hand, flipped his palm, and that black pottery jar appeared in his hand.
Exerting force with his fingertips, he crushed the red clay sealing the mouth.
A strange sweet fragrance instantly permeated the air.
Gu Yang looked down.
At the bottom of the jar, a thumb-sized, completely white jade-like fat worm lay quietly.
Surrounding it were three rice-grain-sized red child worms standing guard.
This was the "Ancient Concentric Gu."
How is this thing used?
Eat it directly? Or drip blood on it?
When undecided, just ask the system.
"System, use the targeted intelligence function to query the intelligence on how to use the Ancient Concentric Gu."
Gu Yang silently chanted in his heart.
[Requires the consumption of 10 Destiny Points. Do you wish to pay?]
"Pay."
[Deducted Destiny Points: 10 points.]
[Current Destiny Points: 80 points.]
[Ancient Concentric Gu: A wondrous insect created by the Shaman God of the Southern Border.
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