Chapter 262: Sandstorm Grave Burial, Sky-Soaring Night Demon

On the other side.

Liu Moqun, who had been scared off by Wei Tu’s high priest token, didn’t flee. Instead, he secretly followed Wei Tu and arrived near the Yan Fen Mountain.

He was waiting for Su Bing’er to appear again.

Liu Moqun didn’t believe Wei Tu’s words about only protecting Su Bing’er on her way to the Yan Fen Mountain and not caring about her safety after leaving.

He was now waiting, waiting for Su Bing’er to appear alone within his sensing range. Then, he would capture her at the first opportunity.

This was his only chance to succeed.

“Wei Tu, once I capture Su Bing’er and Brother Hushan masters the great technique, I will definitely have him come out of the mountains and kill you,” Liu Moqun muttered to himself, his face revealing a cruel expression as he hid in the cave beneath the prairie.

If it hadn’t been for Wei Tu’s interference, he would have long completed his mission and returned to report.

Instead, he was stuck here in the wilderness, desperately looking for an opportunity.

But just as Liu Moqun was thinking about how he would deal with Wei Tu,

Suddenly.

A grey-robed cultivator appeared within his sensing range.

At the same time, dozens of golden, glowing talismans flew out from the cultivator’s sleeve like a swarm of dragons, swirling around and forming a talisman formation, covering the top of his head.

“Second-tier high-grade exquisite talismans?”

“Is this person Che Gongwei? Or is it Wei Tu?”

Liu Moqun was shocked.

Every talisman in this formation was a second-tier high-grade talisman, and not a single low-grade or middle-grade talisman was mixed in.

Second-tier high-grade talismans.

In terms of power, they were comparable to third-tier low-grade talismans.

And in terms of difficulty to create, they weren’t any easier than crafting third-tier low-grade talismans.

Thus, Liu Moqun immediately suspected that the grey-robed cultivator was Che Gongwei, not Wei Tu, who had only been cultivating for a little over ten years and had just reached the Golden Core stage. ＲÀƝ𝐨฿Ěs̩

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The sudden appearance of the grey-robed cultivator left Liu Moqun no time to react. He slapped his storage pouch and pulled out a silver shield.

The silver shield expanded with the wind, growing to several meters in size, blocking in front of him.

Crack! Crack!

The talisman formation shot out its energy, transforming into streaks of green and blue lightning, crashing toward the silver shield.

In an instant, the cave where Liu Moqun was hiding turned into a lightning-filled storm.

“Lightning talismans?” High Priest Mu Feng, who had been lagging behind, was startled as he saw Wei Tu perform this feat. A look of surprise appeared in his eyes.

Though he wasn’t a talisman master, he knew that among talismans of the same tier, lightning talismans were the most powerful and the hardest to create.

“With Wei Tu here, the Yan Fen Mountain will certainly thrive in the future,” High Priest Mu Feng smiled, pleased, feeling like he had struck gold.

“I can’t let Wei Tu look down on me,” he thought to himself.

“Wind Dragon Technique!” High Priest Mu Feng formed a hand seal, opened his mouth, and spat out a mouthful of yellow sand.

The sand, imbued with wind power, quickly whipped up a gust of wind. Within moments, the prairie was filled with flying sand and rolling dust.

The massive gust of wind, controlled by High Priest Mu Feng, gradually formed into a yellow-scaled dragon, a hundred meters long, with a single horn on its head.

Roar! Roar! Roar!

The horned wind dragon, accompanied by the yellow sand, whipped its tail and charged toward Liu Moqun, who was surrounded by the talisman formation.

Liu Moqun had just avoided Wei Tu’s lightning talisman ambush using the silver shield, but now he had to face the horned wind dragon created by High Priest Mu Feng’s “Wind Dragon Technique.”

The horned wind dragon lunged forward.

Liu Moqun, protected by the silver shield, immediately felt an overwhelming force press against him.

His blood surged, and he nearly suffered serious injuries from the impact.

What made Liu Moqun even more wary was that the yellow sand created by the wind dragon had the ability to block divine sense. His divine sense, comparable to the peak of Golden Core, could only extend a few hundred meters at most.

However, the “Wind Dragon Technique” didn’t stop there.

After engaging in a few rounds of close combat with the horned wind dragon, High Priest Mu Feng patted the colorful bags hanging at his waist. From these bags emerged dozens of colorful, mysterious gu insects.

High Priest Mu Feng quickly formed a series of strange hand seals, casting various spells on the insects.

In less than half a breath’s time,

The gu insects merged together, taking on a liquid form as they shrank and morphed into a set of red and green armor.

“Go!” High Priest Mu Feng pointed at the armor, and it instantly rushed toward the horned wind dragon, automatically attaching itself to the creature.

With the red and green armor,

High Priest Mu Feng now commanded the horned wind dragon as if it were an extension of his own body. It could now use not only its physical strength but also various unique magical abilities.

“Is this spiritual technique?” Wei Tu was astonished. This was his first time witnessing the power of the spiritual techniques of the Kang Ju people.

These spiritual techniques were far stronger than the third-tier spells he had seen, many times more powerful.

“The spiritual techniques I just used are called ‘Wind Dragon Technique’ and ‘Gu Armor Technique.’ These two techniques are found in the secret texts of the Yan Fen Mountain… If Daoist Wei wishes to learn them, you can go to the ‘Spiritual Technique Pavilion’ and view them directly,” High Priest Mu Feng explained.

High Priest Mu Feng smiled cheerfully.

This time, as he used these two powerful spiritual techniques, he was not only aiming to quickly eliminate Liu Moqun but also to spark Wei Tu’s interest in spiritual techniques, thereby deepening the bond with the Yan Fen Mountain.

Although High Priest Mu Feng and Wei Tu were communicating via sound transmission, in reality, High Priest Mu Feng was not distracted during the battle.

On the contrary, he was even more ruthless in his actions.

“Sandstorm Grave Burial!” High Priest Mu Feng pointed at the horned wind dragon and uttered the four words.

At this moment, the posture of the horned wind dragon and High Priest Mu Feng suddenly synchronized. Both of them formed hand seals, silently reciting incantations.

As the chant echoed, the yellow sand, which had been sprayed out by the horned wind dragon to attack Liu Moqun, suddenly thickened. It resembled a swarm of black ants, rushing toward Liu Moqun’s position.

“Not good!” Liu Moqun suddenly realized the danger. He flipped his hand and pulled out a “Small Teleportation Talisman,” preparing to crush it and teleport away to avoid the attack.

However, when the jade talisman shattered,

Liu Moqun didn’t find himself escaping from the yellow sand as he expected. Instead, he remained trapped within the swarm of sand.

“Spiritual Technique Formation!” Liu Moqun’s face darkened as he recognized this method, used by the Kang Ju people to counter cultivators.

A long time ago, when the Kang Ju people’s priests and mages fought against the Cangnan cultivators, they were often at a disadvantage, especially when faced with the teleportation talismans that gave cultivators such a distinct edge.

In the end, a talented individual from the Kang Ju people studied the principle behind teleportation talismans and created the spiritual technique formation, which effectively countered the effects of the teleportation talisman.

The so-called spiritual technique formation worked by drawing on the spiritual techniques that harmonized with the heavens, casting simple restraining arrays that confined the spatial force, rendering teleportation talismans ineffective.

The reason why spiritual technique formations were not commonly known among cultivators was that most cultivators’ spells did not possess the overwhelming power that Kang Ju techniques had. Using such formations was often a laborious and thankless task.

Liu Moqun did not expect that, in his unlucky year, he would run into a Kang Ju high priest who could use a “spiritual technique formation.”

What he didn’t know was that,

After realizing that his path in cultivation had no hope, High Priest Mu Feng turned his energy towards studying spiritual techniques, carefully researching them.

Therefore, in terms of research on spiritual techniques, within the same cultivation level in the Ying Ding Tribe, few could surpass High Priest Mu Feng, the high priest and great mage.

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“Sandstorm Grave Burial!”

After Liu Moqun’s failed escape, the spiritual technique that High Priest Mu Feng had prepared for so long finally descended.

The yellow sand gathered into a tower, exactly mirroring the Futu Tower that stood in Yan Fen Mountain, tightly enclosing Liu Moqun inside, leaving no gaps.

“Go!” High Priest Mu Feng cast another spell, and the horned wind dragon moved forward. Its massive body wrapped around the yellow sand tower, pressing down inch by inch, closing in on Liu Moqun.

Witnessing this scene,

Wei Tu felt a chill in his heart.

He hadn’t expected that the usually amiable High Priest Mu Feng would become so vicious after using spiritual techniques.

If he were “Liu Moqun,” he would certainly not find this battle with High Priest Mu Feng easy.

And the reason he said it wouldn’t be easy rather than losing was that Wei Tu also noticed the flaw in the spiritual techniques.

While the spiritual techniques were powerful, their suppressive effect on body cultivators was nowhere near as effective as it was on Qi Refinement cultivators…

If Liu Moqun had third-tier body cultivation, he could directly resist the attack with his physical body and break out of the “Wind Dragon Technique” formation without being as passive.

After being forced into such a situation, with High Priest Mu Feng setting up the “spiritual technique formation” and launching the “Sandstorm Grave Burial,” the situation became dire for Liu Moqun.

In other words, it wasn’t that High Priest Mu Feng was too strong, but that the spiritual techniques had a specific suppressive effect on Liu Moqun, who leaned more towards soul cultivation.

Under Wei Tu’s divine sense,

He saw that Liu Moqun, who was surrounded by the yellow sand, had already started to show signs of the silver shield he had raised warping under the immense pressure.

Its spiritual light dimmed, and it was on the verge of shattering at any moment.

One breath.

Two breaths.

Ten breaths passed.

Crack! Crack!

The silver shield gave off a brittle sound, and within that breath, it finally shattered into several pieces.

Without the protection of the silver shield, Liu Moqun’s body could no longer withstand the combined pressure of the sand tower and the horned wind dragon. His complexion turned a strange crimson, with blood oozing from the corner of his mouth.

It seemed that in just a moment more,

Liu Moqun’s body would be crushed into powder by the immense pressure.

“I have no choice but to use that method!”

A cruel look flashed in Liu Moqun’s eyes. He struggled to activate a protective barrier with his spiritual power, buying himself some time before pulling out a crimson talisman from his storage pouch and pressing it onto his forehead.

In an instant, his eyes and hair turned bright red, silver wings sprouted from his sides, and his skin turned a dark, eerie blue.

Despite his now ghostly appearance, Liu Moqun suddenly exuded an immense strength, so powerful that just standing upright seemed to push against the sand tower.

“Sky-Soaring Night Demon from the Corpse Dao?” High Priest Mu Feng immediately recognized the ghastly figure Liu Moqun had transformed into and exclaimed in surprise.

In the cultivation world, there was no shortage of strange things.

Not only were there various cultivation methods like the Demonic Path, Immortal Path, and Spiritual Path, but there were also methods for the dead, such as the Ghost Path and the Corpse Path.

The Sky-Soaring Night Demon was a terrifying entity from the Corpse Path, second only to the dreaded Drought Demon in terms of strength.

Its lowest level of power was at the Nascent Soul stage.

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