SFS 62 Blood Shadow Meteor
62 Blood Shadow Meteor
Xu Yan's thinking is very unconventional, but she always has a very clear understanding of her own level.
He still needs a lot of practice, relying on perseverance to make continuous progress, until one day he has a sudden inspiration, breaks through the invisible barriers and reaches a new level, and then he can naturally take another step forward.
No wonder you gave it to him so readily; you knew he didn't have the ability, didn't you?
That's right, you were right. I admit defeat!
Xu Yan turned his grief and indignation into motivation. He first memorized the array symbols, and then continued to refine the Golden Armor Talisman.
Without this thing, he'd be dead; he has to be very careful.
His current state is somewhat abnormal. He doesn't want to learn simple things, but he can't get the hang of complicated things. He's stuck in a rut, neither good enough for high-level tasks nor good enough for low-level ones. That's a perfect description of him.
Before a single golden armor talisman could be fully forged, the city's protective array suddenly fluctuated violently.
Xu Yan didn't pay any attention and wasn't distracted at all.
But not long after, Master Cheng came looking for them: "Come on, follow me to the city wall!"
Xu Yan was taken aback: Didn't they say we weren't allowed to leave the hospital?
Even if he wasn't clever, he wouldn't be foolish enough to argue with Master Cheng.
As they stepped out of the guest courtyard, a streak of crimson light descended from the sky and struck the great formation, causing the light membrane above their heads to tremble violently.
Xu Yan couldn't help but feel a little worried. This great formation didn't seem as sturdy as he had imagined. Could it have been broken through by the demonic cultivators?
Once they reached the city wall, they discovered that many people were standing on it, including both cultivators and ordinary people.
They all looked out of the city, their eyes filled with grief and indignation.
Xu Yan looked over curiously and saw a dozen trembling mortals huddled together in an open space several miles away, their eyes filled with fear.
A middle-aged man who looked like a scholar stood to one side. He used some kind of magic, as if he were suspended by wires, and a fat man struggling desperately floated out of the crowd.
The fat man was crying and pleading incessantly.
The scholar merely smiled slightly, then suddenly raised his finger to the sky.
The fat man flew into the air with a scream, then turned into a streak of bloody light, and crashed into the city's protective formation like a meteor with a prolonged scream.
The light membrane vibrated incessantly.
Xu Yan was stunned, looking at Master Cheng in disbelief: "Those bloody lights were all people?"
Master Cheng nodded: "That scholar is called Lin Muyuan. He is a Golden Core Elder of the Blood Demon Sect. The technique he uses is called Blood Shadow Meteor. It's not as simple as just throwing people at you. It turns people's tendons, bones, flesh, and even their three souls and seven spirits into blood light. Its power is extremely great."
Xu Yan stared blankly at Lin Muyuan, her hands clenched into fists.
Admittedly, Xu Yan didn't know any of those people outside the city, and whether they died of old age or died unexpectedly, it had nothing to do with him.
But being transformed into a streak of blood by a demonic cultivator and smashed into the city's protective array... isn't that just too inhumane?
How is this any different from heavily armed soldiers slaughtering unarmed, innocent civilians?
"That's what demonic cultivators are like; they never care about human lives," Master Cheng said.
Xu Yan nodded silently, already understanding why Master Cheng had brought him here: "Can the great formation... hold up?"
He could easily imagine what would happen to the residents if the demonic cultivators broke through the city's protective formation.
"It's alright," Master Cheng said. "Holding on for a few more days shouldn't be a problem."
Another streak of blood-red light slammed into the light membrane. Xu Yan said, "Can't you think of a way?"
Master Cheng shook his head: "Even if Lord Yuan and I went together, we wouldn't be a match for him."
Xu Yan gritted his teeth: "Senior, if I could send a Thunderclap Talisman, or some other kind of talisman, to that Lin something-or-other's head, would you have any way to deal with him?"
Master Cheng's eyes lit up: "You have a way?"
There's no such term as "gan ta" in the spiritual practice world, but you can guess what it means.
He had similar thoughts long ago, but although flying swords are said to be able to take the enemy's head from a thousand miles away, it is just a saying. Even a Golden Core cultivator's flying sword cannot reach an enemy several miles away, let alone him, who is only a Foundation Establishment cultivator.
"Yes!" Xu Yan said decisively.
It's just a drone! I can afford to lose it!
Upon hearing this, Yuan Zijing looked over and said, "I have a golden light talisman here, its power is quite good, but it's too far away!"
"No need!" Daoist Cheng waved his sleeve and took out a jade talisman. "The Nine Heavens Thunder Talisman is difficult to obtain, but I can afford to produce one!"
Having said that, he slapped the jade talisman into Xu Yan's hand: "It's up to you now!"
Xu Yan immediately took out the drone. Master Cheng and Yuan Zijing exchanged a glance and saw the doubt in each other's eyes.
What is this thing?
Both the materials and the style were unheard of and unseen, and the whole thing exuded something elusive, as if it were some kind of extremely profound Taoist charm.
Xu Yan secured the jade talisman to the bottom of the drone and looked up at Yuan Zijing: "Could you send this outside the great formation?"
Yuan Zijing said, "The great formation is directed outwards but not inwards; it allows both spells and talismans to enter and exit freely!"
"That makes things easier!"
He turned on the switch, and the drone took off to everyone's astonishment, passing through the light membrane from Lin Muyuan's blind spot.
Master Cheng was astonished: "This thing shows no signs of spiritual energy, yet it can fly?"
Xu Yanshun made up a lie: "I don't know what it is that Senior He gave me."
Master Cheng suddenly realized.
If it was given by He Tiannan, then it makes perfect sense, since he is a cultivator who is about to break through to the Nascent Soul stage, and his realm is much higher than his.
Xu Yan wasn't worried about being exposed at all. After all, he had studied abroad in the real world, and He Tiannan wouldn't be so clueless as to lack that much understanding.
He maneuvered the drone in a wide circle, approaching the target from behind.
Cheng and Yuan stared at the screen, marveling at the sight.
The former exclaimed, "Fellow Daoist He is indeed extraordinary! If flying swords could be equipped with something like this, taking someone's head from a thousand miles away wouldn't be impossible!"
Xu Yan's lips twitched.
He always thought he was the only one with a big imagination, but he didn't expect that Master Cheng's imagination was just as big!
The drone had already flown close to the target. Lin Muyuan seemed to sense something, and suddenly stopped what he was doing, turning back to look at it with a puzzled expression.
It's now!
Xu Yan pushed his finger, and the drone suddenly rose, flying towards the target at top speed.
Master Cheng cooperated perfectly, immediately casting a spell and pointing in the direction of the drone.
Click!
A thunderbolt struck from a clear sky, and a bolt of lightning suddenly appeared, destroying the drone and causing it to crash.
Lin Muyuan looked puzzled, casually waved his hand to block the lightning, then took the wreckage of the drone in his hand, looked at it from left to right, but couldn't figure it out.
Xu Yan was immediately deflated: Is that all the power you've got?
The idea is fine, but the gap in skill level is not so easy to bridge. What a waste of drones!
Once Master He emerges from seclusion, we must obtain some Nascent Soul level techniques from him!
Although it was just an unsuccessful attack, the group couldn't help but discuss how to shake the enemy. Their suppressed emotions were vented and relieved to some extent, so it was a worthwhile endeavor.
Lin Muyuan didn't take this little incident to heart. He casually threw away the drone and hurled the remaining hostages one by one until he ran out of ammunition. Then he sneered and transformed into a streak of blood as he soared into the sky and disappeared.