Sovereign to Immortality Chapter 559

Published at 31st of May 2023 05:55:45 PM

What was going on?

Sucuge tree was about to wither and die in an instant. Who could have this kind of ability?

Yang Junshan looked around, only to see that the originally lush treetops, due to the fall of their withered leaves, had become unobstructed, and the Peach Blossom miasma that was spread all around seemed to have become much dimmer, as he saw the Witch Clan cultivator Lan Ying, who was also stunned by the scene in front of him, standing on a tree branch a few hundred meters away.

At this time, Lan Ying also noticed Yang Junshan's gaze. In the blink of an eye, their four eyes met, and Lan Ying seemed to have thought of something, as a fierce light immediately flickered within his eyes.

On the other hand, Wen Zhan liked to fight. Although Lan Ying was a woman and looked very rational before, this did not mean that she was an anomaly in the Witch Clan.

Furthermore, Lan Ying was looking at him with a sinister gaze, as if she understood something. The man could not have placed the reason behind the huge peach tree's sudden withering on him, right?

This thought flashed in Yang Junshan's mind, and before he could even explain his thoughts, Lan Ying had already aggressively rushed towards him, the Witch Equipment in his hand pierced straight into his left ear.

“You're crazy!”

cursed loudly, but he did not have much to explain now. Alien Cultivator and human beings were mortal enemies, and the reason they had restrained themselves before, aside from not having absolute confidence in winning, was because they had the temptation of the Peach of Immortality.

As of now, the entire giant peach tree was starting to wither. The spirit peaches that hadn't been harvested yet had all dried up. In the eyes of almost everyone, there was only one explanation for this, and that was that the Immortality Peach on the giant peach tree had already been harvested.

The moment Lan Ying saw Yang Junshan, she immediately assumed that the Peaches of Immortality had fallen into Yang Junshan's hands. Even if it was only a “possibility”, it was enough for Lan Ying to snatch it.

Originally, Yang Junshan had a good impression of the Witch clan, with the Qi left behind by Wu Shuo and Jiu Li as witnesses, he thought that there would not be any big conflicts with the Witch clan cultivators. Even when he was stopped by the three Witch clan cultivators when he first entered the Cold Jade Mountain Range, the two sides had held back and did not fall out.

However, looking at Lan Ying's current attitude, it was clear that she wanted to fight to the death with Yang Junshan. Yang Junshan could not help but sigh, in front of the Peach of Immortality's temptation, his status as a “witch's friend” might not be that useful.

Because the mountain cleaver itself had suffered heavy injuries, Yang Junshan lacked the usual methods to deal with it during the battle. This made him very uncomfortable.

The biggest characteristic of the nine man true energy that Yang Junshan trained in was that it was far purer than cultivators of the same cultivation level. When facing evenly matched opponents, after a long time of fighting, the opponent was exhausted, which was one of Yang Junshan's usual methods.

However, regardless of whether it was the Precious Techniques and Divine Powers' Earth Tremor Art 'or the Intrinsic Artifact Mountain Monarch Seal, they both belonged to the type of tyrannical explosive technique. Normally, they were all used to defeat the opponent and were all trump cards in determining victory or defeat with a single strike.

After returning from the ice plains, the opponents Yang Junshan had encountered along the way didn't have as much fun as before. It seemed like he needed to find a suitable spirit artifact as soon as possible, or perhaps hurry up and repair the mountain cleaver, or maybe even bring up its quality.

The attacks of the Witch Clan cultivators were always ferocious. The long hook flashed with a cold light. If it hit the opponent's ear hole, half of their brain would be ripped out.

In desperation, Yang Junshan used the “Snake Whip” in his hands as a long whip. The whip nimbly shook in midair, and swept towards the long hook.

Lan Ying, who was standing opposite of him, laughed lightly as her palm struck a tree branch next to him.

This was not the first time Yang Junshan had seen this scene. He thought to himself that it was bad, how could she forget that she was a cultivator of the Shaman Tribe, who was born with control over plants and vegetation.

Sure enough, the moment Lan Ying's palm touched the branch by her side, the originally withered branch near Yang Junshan seemed to come to life as it became entangled with the “Snake Bind”.

Yang Junshan shook his hand and all the branches broke. However, the hook had already seized the chance to close in on his ear, and the sharp Qi stimulated his ears to the point that it started to itch.

Yang Junshan was noerson who would wait helplessly for death to come, but when Lan Ying took the initiative and acted first and seized the initiative, she had no choice but to retreat.

But this gave Lan Ying the chance to grab it. The various Witch Clan's abilities were like the waves of the ocean as they chased after Yang Junshan one after another, firmly seizing the advantage.

Although Yang Junshan's Gangli Accumulation Realm was only equivalent to the second level of the Blood Witch Realm and was one level lower than Lan Ying's, Yang Junshan was still not an easy opponent.

Although his opponent had taken the initiative and pressured him along the way, Yang Junshan did not mess up her formation. She had guarded the door tightly, like a spring, but she was suppressed, and the more she could retaliate at any time, the more violently she would retaliate.

Although he had battled a few times before, perhaps it was because he had fled in time, or perhaps it was because his opponent was too weak, so his training in his own cultivation was far from enough. This battle with Lan Ying, however, had allowed Yang Junshan to adapt to his own cultivation even more, and had allowed him to utilize many divine abilities with great ease.

She could clearly feel that Yang Junshan had made obvious progress in the entire process of the battle, and the current Yang Junshan gave her the impression that she was a volcano that was about to erupt. Although she was trying her best to suppress it, she knew that if she made a mistake and the volcano erupts out in one go, even she would not be able to escape safely.

Lan Ying felt that she was in a difficult situation.

However, at this time, intense spirit power turmoil also erupted on the other side of the huge treetop. After the Adept Qing Feng suffered from the old poison from the barbarian race cultivators, the two sides began to compete fiercely.

The only thing to worry about was that the poison techniques used by the old man were often hard for people to guard against. Earlier, he had already attempted to take action against them, but had seen through his plan, but the Adept Qing Feng had not noticed it at the time.

Lan Ying originally thought that the two sides were evenly matched, but she could not do anything to the cultivator whose cultivation was clearly lower than his. Furthermore, the Old Poison on the other side might not be a match for the Adept Qing Feng, so she had no choice but to retreat.

Just as Lan Ying was about to escape, a gust of black Qi suddenly floated over from the branches and fallen leaves on the opposite side of the treetop, and then started to wrap around Yang Junshan.

At this time, Adept Qing Feng's exasperated voice could be heard: “Be careful of his black smoke, laozi is being poisoned here, be careful!”

When the black energy floated over, Lan Ying's spirit was immediately roused. When Adept Qing Feng's reminder came over, she had already braced himself up and engaged Yang Junshan in a fierce battle. At the same time, she also tried to drive Yang Junshan away to the opposite side of the treetop.

The black aura had yet to reach his body but it was already dispersed by the precious light. However, Yang Junshan was still able to sense the strangeness of the black smoke, as strands of black smoke actually adhered to the light and tried to seep into his body.

The Nine Translator's True Handle swept across like a giant boulder, destroying the poisonous mist that had seeped into Yang Junshan's body, leaving a bit of it in his vital energy and blood, which was also exempted by Yang Junshan's tyrannical physique. The hidden spirit cavities in his spine, brought about an extremely strong poison repelling talent into his body.

Not only did Yang Junshan's Primary Magnetic Treasure Light block the poisonous smoke from the old poison, even Lan Ying's Witch Equipment Longhook had been affected, and he had no choice but to expend more energy to control his own treasure.

At this time, another long whip meandered out from the trees, straight towards Yang Junshan's waist.

“Do you really think that laozi doesn't exist?”

Adept Qing Feng bellowed, a loud noise came from far away, followed by a stuffy groan, the long whip had yet to reach his body, he suddenly pulled back, following that, countless of broken branches and withered leaves with extremely strong force flew towards the battle between Yang Junshan and Lan Ying.

Right at that moment, Yang Junshan suddenly unleashed something. The Mountain Monarch Seal soared into the sky and under the control of the [Sky Falling Seal Secret Art], it struck towards Lan Ying who was in mid air.

And Lan Ying took the opportunity to make her move at this time. Those broken branches and withered leaves that flew over were instantly controlled by Lan Ying, and with a sharp whistling sound, he thrusted towards Yang Junshan with an even faster speed.

At the same time, the long voodoo tool turned in mid air and lightly knocked to the side of the Mountain Monarch Seal, causing it to immediately lose its sight. It fell from Lan Ying's side and created a huge square hole in the treetop.

But Yang Junshan's move had hit from the east and west, using the Mountain Monarch Seal as a method to attract all of Lan Ying's attention, while in truth a cold light suddenly shot out from the broken parts that fell down from the sky, directly piercing through her protective divine ability. Lan Ying only had enough time to dodge the attack, even though she had the tyrannical body of a Witch Clan member, his left arm was still pierced through by the cold light.

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” Lan Ying cried out in pain. She did not even manage to see what that cold light was and her own protective measures were actually unable to obstruct it in the slightest.

“Old Poison, let's go!”

Lan Ying glared at Yang Junshan and knew that it would be hard for him to take advantage of them this time. If he still did not know when to advance and retreat, he might even lose his life.

Chapter end