Chapter 586: One versus Three

Nangong Wuwang stood proudly in the field, his body straight like a sharp sword, the strong aura on his body soared into the sky, and he was awe-inspiring, with a kingly demeanor.

It was hard to imagine that a Purple Mansion cultivator could be a few steps ahead in aura and firmly suppress Han Wu and Qian Daoren.

Nine fire dragons surrounded his body, each of which was comparable to the strength of the late Purple Mansion, revealing the proud intention of overlooking the common people, vivid and lifelike.

Being able to control the magic weapon to this extent is enough to show how great his cultivation is.

Seeing that the situation had changed, this battle might not last long. Chen Qingyun's eyes were surging with light, and he thought about it and decided to take action as soon as possible.

He quietly urged the underground Xuanwu puppet to come to his side, carefully removed the purple spirit robe on his body, and covered the Xuanwu puppet.

With the cover of the purple spirit robe, the Xuanwu puppet disappeared, and could only sense its existence through the connection with the magic weapon.

"Go."

Silently launching the earth escape technique, diving to a depth of three or four meters as a cover, a puppet moved through the earth and approached the spirit tree.

In an environment where the divine sense does not work, this is simply a natural lurker.

Looking at the scene again, this time, Taoist Qian launched his strongest move.

He urged a black and gold treasure mirror, and the mirror surface was bright. A huge wave of divine light shot out, wrapped in an amazing momentum that pierced through mountains and rivers.

The quasi-natal magic weapon, Haoyang Mirror, is also one of the most outstanding magic weapons in Lingbao Mountain. It once helped Taoist Qian to kill six purple mansion monsters in a row.

Haoyang Divine Light is known for its attack power, fast speed, and full of explosive power.

In an instant, the sky and the earth were bright, and all those present couldn't help but squint their eyes, only feeling a dazzling moment.

Nangong Wuwang stood still, the dark sun cloak unfolded, rolled forward, and absorbed and disintegrated all the Haoyang Divine Light.

This magic weapon is one of the top quasi-life magic weapons of Xingzong. Its power is no less than that of Dongtian Shuttle. It can absorb and restrain energy attacks below the Jindan stage.

The dark sun cloak unfolded, just like a bottomless black hole, absorbing all the Haoyang divine light. The whole cloak was reflected in gold, but there was no damage.

As the light on the Haoyang mirror gradually dimmed, the world returned to its original state, and the figure of Nangong Wuwang appeared.

He still stood proudly, with his hair shining, his eyes were aggressive, and he looked at Taoist Qian quietly with the attitude of a fairy and a demon looking down.

There were no words, but the action he showed was all telling.

Is this all your ability?

Looking at Taoist Qian again, holding the Haoyang mirror in his hand, his face was already gloomy to the extreme. Just looking at this look, you can guess how bad he felt.

"The first purple mansion in Xinghai is indeed well-deserved."

Han Wu took a deep breath, realized the gap, and broke the calm.

Even a strong man like Qian Dao Ren was helpless against Nangong Wuwang, who just stood there and took the beating passively.

The result was good, he was unscathed.

Looking at Qian Dao Ren, his face was so gloomy that water was about to drip out, and his strongest attack was directly invalidated.

How could he fight like this? His morale was completely destroyed.

"You, still want to attack?"

Nangong Wuwang spoke, word by word, impacting Qian Dao Ren's mind.

Han Wu hummed, took the initiative to put away the magic weapon, and stepped back a few steps.

Guessing that his teammates would retreat, Qian Dao Ren was unwilling, but what could he do? Naturally, he would not continue to fight against the stone with an egg.

When he was about to retreat with them and hand over the treasure, his eyes finally looked in the direction of the spirit wood.

It was this glance that made his pupils shrink, and he couldn't help but be surprised.

"Huh?"

"What!"

Immediately afterwards, the next sentence was blurted out by Han Wu.

The two looked at the same time, as if they had seen something incredible.

The Spirit Wood, which had originally emerged from the ground, was now being driven by some force and pulled underground.

"How dare you!"

Nangong Wuwang shouted, and anger finally appeared on his originally indifferent face. He pointed his right hand forward and threw out a spike magic weapon, piercing the root of the Spirit Wood.

At the same time, Han Wu and Qian Daoren also attacked with thunder, each launching attacks to intercept.

A witchcraft fire, a red short sword, and a sharp spike.

Three attacks came from three directions at high speed, all aiming at one area.

The three were strong men who had fought in battle. They saw what was happening in front of them at a glance and guessed that a fourth person was attacking in secret.

At this time, they didn't care about their own competition, and worked together to keep the Spirit Wood first.

A basalt shield light rose up, unfolded to a radius of three meters, forming an inverted semicircle, and quickly covered the Spirit Wood.

Three attacks almost simultaneously and precisely hit the Xuanwu shield light, creating a strong shock wave.

Under normal circumstances, any attack from any of the three would be enough to give a cultivator of the same level a headache and be difficult to resist.

But when the three of them worked together, they found that they could not break through the defensive shield light, and their faces suddenly changed.

"What a powerful defense."

"Which Taoist friend is here?"

"Get out!"

Three voices sounded in succession, Taoist Qian, Han Wu, and Nangong Wuwang spoke one after another, their eyes all focused on the Spirit Wood.

Under the eyes of the crowd, the Spirit Wood was caught by a figure and disappeared into the ground.

"Who?!"

Seeing the treasure that was within reach being taken away, Nangong Wuwang's face darkened.

The murderous intent in his eyes almost condensed into substance, and he could not see what was happening in front of him.

He had thought of everything, but he had never thought that someone would be the one behind the three of them and take away the spirit wood so blatantly.

This was not the outrageous part.

The most outrageous thing was that this happened right under his nose.

Who was he?

The first purple mansion in Xinghai, high above, admired by all.

At this time, he became a clown, and his opportunity was taken away in front of Qian Daoren and Han Wu.

The scene fell into a dead silence.

The three of them stopped talking, and even tried to suppress their breathing. They looked around, paying attention to any slight movement, even the sound of a mosquito flapping its wings.

Until Qian Daoren saw a clue, he suddenly laughed at himself and greeted him.

"Since you are here, fellow Daoist Chen, why don't you show up?"

As soon as these words fell, Han Wu's eyes were full of brilliance, and he also realized something.

He looked around and instinctively felt that there seemed to be a ferocious beast lurking nearby, ready to launch a fatal attack at any time.

This was a threat that he had never felt from Nangong Wuwang, and it was extremely real.

Nangong Wuwang frowned, wondering if the fourth person was Chen Xianming, Chen Qingyun, or another cultivator. Suddenly, he swept his eyes and looked into the distance with Han Wu and the others.