Chapter 43: One Person Blocks a Million Troops (Second Update Seeking Collection)

  Wang Qian returned when the disciples of Qingyunmen were about to leave.

  "Finally made it back."

  Wang Qian let out a breath and soon found Zhou Qing.

  "Huh? Wang Shidi, you're back so soon?"

  Zhou Qing was surprised. He had thought it impossible for Wang Qian to return so soon, because he guessed that what Wang Qian was going to do was too important and needed careful planning.

  "Alright, big brother, gather everyone together, I have something to say."

  Soon, the women gathered in a flat area of the valley, chattering and chirping. Many people curiously looked at Wang Qian, they didn't know him before, but just now he came with the wind, extremely fierce, and defeated Xue Liang who was invincible in their eyes in the blink of an eye, and even extorted a lot from him, that impression was too deep.

  "Gentlemen, I have received accurate news that a major change has occurred in the depths of the underworld. Many powerful yin-yang creatures are likely to erupt soon and may even sweep across the Tianyuan Continent. It is already very dangerous for us to stay here, so everyone should leave as soon as possible. That's one thing. Also, just now I was originally following Xue Liang and those Tianyuan Sect disciples to wipe them out, but someone intervened and stopped me. However, it wasn't a complete loss. The Tianyuan Sect will compensate you with ten top-grade spiritual instruments. Now, I'll give these instruments to you, as for how to distribute them, that's not my concern. Alright, get ready and leave immediately!"

  Wang Qian stood on a huge boulder, loudly narrating, and the disciples below were all shocked.

  Murder and silence, being blocked by others, and then still getting compensation, this scene began to flash in the minds of one after another Qingyunmen disciples, looking at Wang Qian's figure again, they seemed extremely respectful.

  "Goodness gracious! Ten top-grade spiritual artifacts, Wang Qian really has a big hand in this. So many precious treasures, he's giving them away just like that!"

  "Wang Qian is indeed magnanimous and broad-minded!"

  Zhou Qing and the others were also shocked by Wang Qian's means, ten extreme-grade spiritual artifacts, not a small amount, even Zhou Qing and Wang Dao, these two core disciples, didn't have such a large fortune.

  Ten top-grade spiritual artifacts, Wang Qian wasn't unwilling to keep them for himself, but now his cultivation results are starting to show, and he is also a first-rate talented disciple. This requires establishing his own image and prestige in the Qingyun Sect. These female disciples, although their cultivation isn't very deep, have extensive connections. In the Qingyun Sect, there are many young disciples who want to find them as Dao companions. Wang Qian now has saved their lives, then takes out ten top-grade spiritual artifacts as compensation. This is a big move with great style, and it's believed that soon it will spread throughout the Qingyun Sect.

  "Thank you, Master Wang, but this spiritual artifact is also something that Master Wang should have. You saved our lives and changed my fate, how can I take these artifacts again?"

  Li Meng's beautiful eyes looked at Wang Qian, her expression extremely sincere, she wanted to decline and refuse these spiritual instruments.

  "Lǐ Shī Mèi said, we are all fellow disciples of the same sect, and we should present a united front to outsiders. I happened to be there, so I couldn't just stand by and do nothing. As for these spiritual artifacts, they were brought out by Wáng Luó of the Tiān Yuán Sect to compensate you, how could I possibly keep them for myself? Besides, this isn't your personal property alone, we also need to consider the feelings of other sisters. It's best if you just take it back and then decide among yourselves whether to exchange it for spiritual stones or something else, I won't get involved."

  Wang Qian waved his hand and said in a firm tone, "It's settled then."

  Li Meng realized this and knew that saying more would be useless, so he didn't insist anymore.

  However, these female disciples did not agree to leave immediately, but wanted to wait for their master to return. Helplessly, Wang Qian and the others waited in this valley for another half a day, and the light in the underworld became even darker.

  Boom! Boom!

  In the second layer of the underworld, a loud rumbling sound suddenly came, and the lead clouds in the void were trembling non-stop, forming complex and mysterious patterns. Golden spears and iron horses, fierce beasts and scrolls, temples and pavilions, various scenes appeared in the void, as if a great being was painting with the void as canvas and sound waves as brush.

  At the same time, in the distant high sky, everyone can clearly see a huge black magic air rising, and the sound of war drums shaking, shouting to kill, and biological screams are faintly transmitted.

  "It's getting worse, something has happened in the deeper levels of the underworld, it seems to have triggered a terrible war, we need to get out of here quickly!"

  Wang Qian's soul power was the most enormous, and he clearly felt that the entire sky and earth had produced a terrible pressure, as if a terrifying existence was about to descend upon this space and implement a great destruction.

  At this time, there was no room for even a slight hesitation. He let out a loud shout and immediately gathered everyone to start leaving.

  A group of Qingyunmen disciples left the mountain range in a mighty manner, heading towards the Mingtu Wall. They had to leave the second layer of Mingtu before a bigger disaster struck, and this matter couldn't be delayed any further. Otherwise, there would definitely be massive casualties, a result that was unbearable to think about.

  "What exactly happened? Wang Luo said that many powerful cultivators from various sects and schools on the Tianyuan Continent have already gone deep into the underground, has the real war finally arrived?"

  While hastily retreating, Wang Gan was constantly thinking in his heart.

  Roar! Roar!

  Just leaving the mountain range and arriving at a vast plain, waves of frantic howls have already come.

  In the distance, a large group of yin creatures emerged, including Blood Yaksha, Black Yaksha, and Yaksha Captain. A dark cloud enveloped a multitude of yin creatures, snakes, tigers, leopards, eagles, and various mutated beasts, all charging over with an imposing momentum.

  "All living beings in the entire second layer of Diyu have rioted!"

  "We're going to be surrounded!"

  These yin-yang creatures are extremely formidable, each with a strong physique, infinite strength, and incredible speed. Just now they were still in the distant sky, but in the blink of an eye, they had advanced an unknown number of miles, and Wang Qian could already clearly see their ferocious faces.

  "Senior brother, this won't do, we'll soon be surrounded by them. Hurry and lead these female disciples away, I'll go block their way!"

  Wang Gan let out a loud roar and broke away from the group, charging directly at the Youming creature.

  "No way, Wang Qian, how can you go alone? I'm going too!"

  "That's right, we seven people have always been together through thick and thin. This time is no exception, it's not an opportunity for you to be a hero alone!"

  Huang Zheng and Zhao Kuang also shouted loudly and were about to rush up.

  "Give it back to me!"

  Wang Gan suddenly turned around, from hundreds of meters away, a palm chopped out, a piece of cyan divine power pierced through the void, forming a huge cyan hand that came from the horizon and ruthlessly grabbed Huang Zheng and his companion, instantly throwing them back into the team.

  "Senior brother, I won't have any problems, you must take everyone out!"

  Wang Qian took a deep breath, let out a loud shout, and the sound waves rolled like an angry dragon overturning the sky, spreading all around. Every single Qingyunmen disciple heard it clearly.

  Zhou Qing's face was solemn and stern, completely ignoring the expressions of Wang Dao, Li Haoran and others. He directly gave a strong order to change direction and quickly withdraw.

  Many women were crying and pale, frightened by the terrible scene, their minds a complete blank, unable to gather their thoughts, completely becoming puppets, following the large group forward.

  Zhou Qing's eyes were bloodshot, her piercing gaze fixed on the distance, before she finally turned around resolutely and began to organize others to retreat.

  Watching all the Qingyunmen disciples leave, Wang Qian's eyes suddenly turned sharp and cold.

  "Haha, it's going well, it's going well! I've never fully unleashed my power before, this time I'll definitely make a thrilling kill!"

  Wang Qian felt a surge of exhilaration, the Soul Embryo in his Sea of Consciousness suddenly becoming more solid. In his Dan Tian, his divine energy was boiling over, stirring up a storm. Every muscle and bone in his body instantly became strong and radiant. A burst of green aura shook violently, and the green robe Wang Qian wore was reduced to powder in an instant.

  Deep red upper body, a fierce and ancient aura, becoming increasingly intense, vaguely between, on the bronze-colored skin, began to flow with cyan divine runes.

  A jet-black halberd with a purple glow was held in Wang Qian's hand, the sharp blade of the halberd cut through the air, producing an ear-piercing explosive sound.

  He had made thorough preparations for the great war, an all-out war without any reservations, and was about to unleash his power recklessly. At this moment, Wang Qian suddenly felt that the Nine Turns Body Refining Technique's internal energy was frantically circulating within him, more ferocious, sharp, and lively than when he had cultivated it in the past. The shackles of his cultivation were loosening up.

  One man blocks millions of troops, heroic spirit covers the sky and rushes against the clouds!

  What kind of momentum was this, what kind of scene was this, Wang Qian only felt his emotions surging, his killing intent burning to an extreme.