Chapter 1035: Escape

"How can this thunder be so strong?" Wu Yuan was a little bit unbelievable.

He opened his mouth and vomited, and a small corpse coffin flew out of the air.

The corpse coffin swelled up when it saw the wind, and in a blink of an eye it became more than ten feet long.

The whole body was blood red, and the corpse gas was lingering.

The corpse coffin soared into the sky and headed straight for the purple-gold thunder.

"Boom!"

The two collided with a loud bang.

The corpse gas on the corpse coffin quickly disappeared and turned into green smoke.

But more corpse gas gushed out from it, endlessly.

And the purple-gold thunder was actually broken by the countercurrent of the corpse coffin, like a purple waterfall, pouring down and washing the surface of the corpse coffin.

Wu Yuan looked grim, and tried his best to control the corpse coffin to resist the thunder.

He could roughly judge that the thunder cultivator who was hiding somewhere was not as good as him.

But the power of the purple-gold thunderbolt was vast and powerful, which could restrain his corpse-path methods, so he had to treat it with caution.

Just at this moment, Wu Yuan suddenly felt a sense of panic in his heart.

This feeling of uneasiness came from behind him.

Those were nine transparent sharp blades.

"Spiritual attack!" Wu Yuan was shocked.

This purple-gold thunderbolt was just a feint to attract his attention, and the transparent sharp blades were the real killer.

When he noticed the nine transparent sharp blades, they were only a few dozen feet away from him.

Wu Yuan hurriedly summoned a palm-sized jade plate, injected magic power into it, and the jade plate glowed slightly.

Before Wu Yuan could continue to activate the jade plate, the nine transparent sharp blades had reached the back of his head and pierced into his sea of ​​consciousness.

"Ah!"

Wu Yuan let out a shrill cry.

He felt as if countless evil spirits had jumped into his sea of ​​consciousness, tearing his soul and making him suffer.

Fortunately, the other party's spiritual consciousness was obviously slightly lower than his, and Wu Yuan could barely maintain his consciousness, but his control over the mana in his body was slightly weakened.

The bloody corpse coffin also lost its power.

However, the power of the purple thunder was almost exhausted and could no longer pose a threat to him.

Suddenly.

A black spear with a cold glow shot from the side.

The spear was a low-grade spiritual treasure!

Wu Yuan suddenly realized that he had fallen into a carefully designed scam.

The withered bamboo and 'Yehua' were baits, and someone wanted to kill him.

He gritted his teeth and endured the pain in his sea of ​​consciousness, and activated the corpse coffin.

The lid of the corpse coffin in the sky suddenly bounced up.

A tall and thin figure jumped out of the corpse coffin.

The figure was nearly eight feet tall, with black skin tightly attached to the bones and flesh.

The skin and flesh on his face were severely missing, revealing the white bones underneath.

The white bones exuded a jade-like white light, carrying an ominous breath of death, and inexplicably exuding a sense of transcendence.

This was a fifth-stage spirit corpse, a corpse puppet refined by Wu Yuan.

As soon as the spirit corpse appeared, it pounced on Wu Yuan.

It was not going to attack Wu Yuan, but to block the spear for Wu Yuan.

The spirit corpse fell from the sky and slapped the spear with one claw.

The dry claws slapped on the spear body.

The spear suddenly lost its accuracy and shot past Wu Yuan.

However, the spear drew an arc in the air, turned the spear head, and shot at Wu Yuan again.

The spirit corpse took the initiative to meet it again and entangled with the spear.

At this time, a figure flew out from the depths of the canyon at a high speed.

In front of this figure, there were nine transparent sharp blades, one step ahead of it, and went straight to Wu Yuan.

Wu Yuan had suffered from the "Concentrated Spirit Thorn" before, so he was naturally prepared. At some point, he activated the palm-sized jade token.

The jade token hung above his head, emitting bursts of fluorescent light, dyeing the area of ​​100 meters in radius into silver.

The nine transparent sharp blades pierced into the fluorescent range, as if falling into a quagmire, and their speed suddenly decreased, and even their power gradually weakened.

However, the grade of this jade token was obviously not high.

The fluorescent light it emitted did not completely annihilate the nine transparent sharp blades, but only weakened them by half, and finally pierced into Wu Yuan's sea of ​​consciousness.

The sea of ​​consciousness was injured again, but this time the damage was obviously not as good as the last time. Wu Yuan just gritted his teeth and held on.

At this moment, the person coming from below was approaching.

Wu Yuan noticed that the other party was wearing a black cloak and could not see his face clearly.

He was about to activate the corpse coffin and smash it at the person coming.

But he found that a purple-gold lightning fell from the sky again.

Wu Yuan had no choice but to urge the corpse coffin to face the thunder.

He rushed towards the person with bare hands.

The person held a foot-long short blade and slashed at him in the face.

Black metal scales suddenly extended from Wu Yuan's sleeves, completely wrapping his hands. In an instant, they turned into a pair of black iron hands.

His right hand blocked the stabbing short blade, and his left hand grabbed the opponent's head.

The opponent's strength was weaker than he expected. He easily blocked the opponent's short blade and tore the opponent's head with one claw.

The next moment, Wu Yuan was shocked to find that the flesh whose head he had torn apart had turned into a withered corpse puppet.

"Substitute death spell!"

As soon as this thought flashed through Wu Yuan's mind, he noticed a sound of breaking air behind him.

Without thinking, he immediately activated his inner armor, which extended black scales to protect the back of his head.

However, to his surprise, the short blade did not stab at the back of his head, but chopped at the jade plate hanging above his head.

The person who attacked Wu Yuan was naturally Song Wen.

The one who was seriously injured by Wu Yuan and fell on the platform was just the incarnation of Qiankun.

Song Wen was holding the Soul-Splitting Blade, a mid-grade spiritual treasure. But this treasure had not yet been refined, and could not exert much power at all.

Wu Yuan's close-fitting armor was obviously a low-grade spiritual treasure.

The Soul-Splitting Blade could not pierce the armor.

Therefore, Song Wen planned to destroy the jade token first.

Without the jade token, Wu Yuan could not resist the attack of the spiritual consciousness, and he had a chance to win.

The grade of the jade token was not high, it was about the level of a pseudo-spiritual treasure. In addition, Wu Yuan did not expect that Song Wen's target of attack was the jade token, and he did not take any defensive measures against the jade token.

The Soul-Splitting Blade chopped the jade token firmly, and the jade token was instantly shattered.

The jade token was shattered, and the fluorescent light that enveloped Wu Yuan within a hundred feet suddenly disappeared.

Wu Yuan's eyes widened slightly, and hatred burst out in his eyes.

He turned around and swung his claws backwards, immediately tearing Song Wen behind him into five pieces.

However, the torn body still had no blood, and it was also a substitute puppet.

Wu Yuan suddenly felt something was wrong, and his body stood up straight and soared up.

Moreover, he also recalled the corpse coffin and the spirit corpse to protect him.

Wu Yuan had just escaped a few miles when nine transparent blades shot out from below.

Without the soul defense magic weapon, Wu Yuan had no way to face the attack of the spiritual consciousness, and could only watch the nine transparent blades pierce into his eyebrows.

"Ah..."

His sea of ​​consciousness was already damaged, and now being attacked by the concentration thorn was undoubtedly worse.

While Wu Yuan screamed, his escape speed dropped sharply.

Under the severe pain of the soul, the mana in his body was somewhat out of control.