Chapter 529 All injured
Thunder burst through the sky, and its huge energy seemed to be able to tear everything into pieces.
Li Zhirui unhurriedly summoned dark clouds, and a torrential downpour enveloped him for several miles. The water vapor filled the air and turned into water shields and black ice, blocking the attack.
"Fellow Taoist's strength has not changed much after his breakthrough!"
Li Zhirui looked very relaxed and comfortable, but in fact, he spent nearly 10% of his mana for this!
If he hadn't been an alchemist and had enough elixirs to replenish his mana, Li Zhirui wouldn't have the confidence to do this.
But the effect seemed pretty good, at least it frightened Qing Lei, making him think that Li Zhirui's strength was not much different from his.
"Sure enough! Senior Brother Yunlei is right, we can't let it go any longer!" Qinglei's expression became slightly solemn, and he no longer held back at all. He mobilized the magic power in his body and attacked Li Zhirui with all his strength.
Roar!
The thunderbolts carried the brilliant power of heaven and seemed to be able to sweep away everything in the world. Even in the high heavens, the low-level monks still felt the terrifying pressure and roared at Li Zhirui.
Li Zhirui's expression did not change, but his eyes became very solemn. He could withstand this blow, but the price he had to pay was too high. He did not dare to continue to show off his strength. He hurriedly used the water and wood escape technique that he had not yet perfected, and left the place in an instant. Miles.
"What kind of escape method is this?" Qing Lei frowned.
The spell looks somewhat similar to the water escape technique, but it is not exactly the same, and it is more convenient to cast and faster.
"It's rude to come and not reciprocate! Fellow Taoist, be careful!"
The heavy rain suddenly changed, and a faint murderous intent spread in the rain. The cold air penetrated everywhere. Even if Qing Lei cast a defensive spell, it was still eroded by the cold air, like gangrene attached to the bone, blending into the blood and spiritual energy.
As soon as the cold air invaded, Qing Lei noticed it and controlled his magic power to get rid of the cold air.
But he didn't expect that the cold air was far more difficult to deal with than he imagined, and it was still increasing. Within a moment, Qing Lei was keenly aware that his movements were much slower than before.
If this continues, I'm afraid he will become a living dead before long!
When the time comes, life or death will all depend on Li Zhirui's thoughts!
"What kind of evil magic is this?" Qing Lei, who prided himself on being well-informed, couldn't help but follow this magic.
Of course, Qing Lei could not recognize this spell, because Li Zhirui learned it from the jade slip inherited from the Ming Dao Sect, and it was called Huan Youhan!
Perhaps it shouldn't be called a spell, but witchcraft would be more appropriate.
Witchcraft that has been lost for countless years!
Ming Daozong was the top force that dominated one side back then, but even so, only this witchcraft was passed down.
Spells require mana as support, but this is not the case with witchcraft. Mana is just an introduction, and the root lies in the spiritual objects being sacrificed.
In order to obtain the powerful Netherworld cold energy, the spiritual objects Li Zhirui had previously sacrificed were of the third grade at worst, and there were quite a lot of them. If converted into spiritual stones, they would amount to at least a million!
As time went by, Qing Lei's complexion gradually turned black and stiff, his eyebrows even had a bit of white frost on them, and his entire reaction became much slower.
Qing Lei, who was obviously more powerful, was now being suppressed by Li Zhirui and was losing ground, in a state of embarrassment.
‘If this continues, I’m afraid I will die in Li Zhirui’s hands! ’
Qing Lei's heart was beating wildly, and he knew clearly that his attack failed this time, and he lost miserably and completely!
"retreat!"
Although his pride did not allow him to retreat, and Qing Lei knew clearly how much a blow his retreat would have to his disciples, in the face of life-threatening danger, it was nothing but illusion.
The disciples of Shenlei Mountain below heard Qing Lei's words and were stunned on the spot, with disbelief on their faces.
"Why retreat? Is it possible that Uncle Qinglei is no match for the True Lord of the Li family?!"
Seeing this situation, the Li family monks in the formation would naturally not miss the great opportunity to weaken the opponent's strength and launch a fatal attack on them without hesitation.
In just a few breaths, hundreds of Divine Thunder Mountain disciples died.
"retreat!"
Qing Lei roared and used all his strength to repel the aggressive Li Zhirui. Not daring to delay any longer, he turned into a spiritual light and escaped.
Those low-level monks may not be able to see the spiritual light, but those Jindan elders can see it clearly.
Their expressions suddenly changed. They couldn't believe that Master Qinglei actually ran away in embarrassment!
"Let's go!"
However, the leader reacted in time and shouted loudly: "Everyone, please return to the spirit ship!"
The morale of the originally menacing Shen Lei Mountain army suddenly dropped sharply. All the disciples rushed to escape towards the spirit ship, fearing that if they were a little slower, they would turn into corpses.
"Oh oh oh!"
"we won!"
The Li family monk below shouted excitedly.
Only a few people, Li Shiqing and Li Zhixuan, who knew the truth, looked at Li Zhirui standing in the air with worried faces.
"puff!"
Instead of pursuing the victory, Li Zhirui turned around and returned to Ten Thousand Immortals Island. He immediately escaped into the cave and spat out a mouthful of blood, his face turned horribly pale.
He was obviously not injured in the previous battle, but now he looked half-dead.
The reason is that, in addition to spiritual objects, the sacrifices required to perform witchcraft also include the caster's own energy, blood, and even luck!
And this is also the fundamental reason why powerful and unpredictable witchcraft is lost.
The price is too high!
According to the inherited jade slips, there are many ancient wizards who can catch the sun and the moon, move mountains and reclaim seas, but they often do not live long, and some even live as long as ordinary people.
Li Zhirui lay on the futon. After a while, he felt that he had regained some strength. He took out the healing elixir and drank it, silently waiting for the medicine to take effect.
"Xue Feng, we have only achieved a temporary victory now. Now organize the tribesmen and let them recover as soon as possible. Go to the warehouse to collect the missing talismans and elixirs. If they are not enough, arrange for the tribesmen to refine them!"
Li Shiqing said with a serious face: "The war is not over! This is just the beginning!"
Li Xuefeng, who was originally looking happy, disappeared in an instant. He nodded solemnly and said, "That's what you said! I will arrange it, don't worry."
"Thank you for your hard work." Li Shiqing said with a tired look.
He didn't have much longevity to begin with, but after a fierce battle, he was extremely exhausted both physically and mentally.
"You have a good rest!" Li Xuefeng said his goodbyes immediately upon seeing this.
After he left, Li Shiqing held on to his tiredness, looked at the two brothers Li Chengsheng and Li Chengshuo beside him, and asked, "Is Zhirui okay?"
"As soon as my father returned, he locked himself in the room and told us not to worry about him." The faces of the brother and sister were full of worry.
