Chapter 117 A Chance Encounter

A black storm suddenly erupted, and Xu Yuanlang felt as if he had been slammed into by a furious monster.

He instinctively curled up into a ball and cast the spell Azure Dragon. Fine scales grew on his arms as he concentrated his spiritual power in his arms for defense. But then he heard a cracking sound and felt a sharp pain in his arms.

His body flew backward and crashed into the woods, breaking countless trees in the process. He looked down and saw his arms hanging limply, broken bones piercing his flesh. Despite his preparations, both his hands were still severed.

After stopping, Xu Yuanlang quickly swallowed the healing pills he had prepared in advance. He was in a terrible state; his internal organs were displaced and his flesh was torn apart. With each breath, he felt a faint stinging pain in his body, which meant his ribs were broken.

"Vermilion Bird - A Thousand Trees of Flowers!"

"Emerald bamboos—reaching high above the clouds!"

"Xuan Chi - Water Dragon's Roar".

He immediately used his three natal magic weapons. When Li Luomao saw that Xu Yuanlang still had the ability to fight back, he couldn't help but click his tongue, seemingly not expecting that he would still have the strength to fight back.

"The fire-type magic weapon is powerful, but it's too slow. If the enemy is prepared, they can easily dodge it."

Wood-type magical artifacts are generally slow and lack power, so they are not a problem even if you don't dodge or evade them.

Water-based magical artifacts attack in a manner similar to sonic attacks, making them difficult to defend against. Furthermore, the artifacts are made of rare animal horns and can release blood pressure during attacks, making them even more exceptional.

I have no idea where you got such incredible luck.

As he spoke, he leisurely flew over. He casually dodged Hua Qianshu, and with a flick of his finger, thousands of bamboo leaves seemed to collide with a gust of wind. He then casually waved his hand to block the invisible ripples.

Yun Que looked at him with a horrified expression. Even if she was slow to realize it, she could guess that this person must be a Foundation Establishment cultivator. Even if he was seriously injured, he would be like a god to them.

"Considering that you also have two other earth-type and metal-type magical artifacts, you have all the elements of metal, wood, water, fire, and earth. Generally speaking, even if you follow the path of cultivating your natal magical artifact, you will only focus on one or two magical artifacts."

The reason is simple: the more natal magic weapons you have, the more resources and spiritual objects you need to cultivate them. Often, you can't bite off more than you can chew, and having more magic weapons won't increase your combat power much during battle.

After all, a cultivator's spiritual power is limited, and it is more advantageous for most cultivators to concentrate their spiritual power on one or two magical artifacts.

But you're different, kid. Every magical artifact you possess is quite impressive, naturally consuming a huge amount of spiritual energy. Yet, you never seem to run out of spiritual energy. There's only one possibility: you possess a treasure within your body.

In the end, a greedy glint flashed in Li Luomao's eyes. He stared intently at Xu Yuanlang, and his right hand shot out like lightning, landing on Xu Yuanlang's head.

"Damn it..."

Xu Yuanlang bit his tongue, and his whole body tensed up instantly as if he had fallen into an ice cave. At this moment, if the other party had just spat out a trace of spiritual energy, it would have been enough to make his head explode.

"I'd like to see what treasures are hidden inside your body."

With a wave of his hand, Yun Que, who was preparing to ambush him from the shadows, coughed up blood and fainted. After dealing with his opponent, Li Luomao suddenly released his divine soul into Xu Yuanlang's body.

He was, after all, a Foundation Establishment cultivator. Even a starved camel is bigger than a horse. Even after suffering heavy injuries, his soul could not withstand it. It almost crushed into his body.

The next moment, Li Luomao's soul was stunned. From the perspective of his soul, a towering tree with nine leaves was growing deep within Xu Yuanlang's spiritual root, each leaf bearing mysterious patterns.

"Gulp!"

The fear in his soul was reflected in Li Luomao's body. He couldn't help but shiver, and his soul subconsciously said...

"What is this?"

In his view, a spiritual root is a spiritual root, the foundation of a cultivator's practice. Even if some spiritual objects can increase the speed of cultivation, their importance is far less than that of a spiritual root.

He had never seen anyone's spiritual root clinging to a large tree before. Luckily, he was looking at his soul at this moment, otherwise he would have been sweating profusely.

"Something's definitely off about this kid!"

He looked down along the towering tree and saw countless thick roots, most of which were integrated with the spiritual root, and a small portion of which had penetrated deep into the dantian.

He continued looking down and finally saw a jade bowl that looked like a towering mountain, with rays of light shining on it and faintly revealing a spiritual glow. The moment he saw this jade bowl, his eyes almost popped out.

"This is...!"

He recognized the origin of the jade bowl, and even though his soul had no flesh and blood, it became parched in that instant, and his soul couldn't help but drift over.

"With this jade bowl, my strength will surely be restored. Haha, no matter how strange this kid is, he's only at the Qi Refining Realm. As long as I kill him, this jade bowl will be mine."

Thinking of this, an uncontrollable killing intent suddenly welled up in Li Luomao's heart. The moment Xu Yuanlang sensed this deadly killing intent, the towering tree suddenly trembled.

"What happened?"

Li Luomao looked up, somewhat puzzled. Something was wrong with this kid's body all over; he had to be careful.

Then, a scene that terrified him appeared: on the towering tree with only nine leaves, one leaf suddenly burst into flames.

The next moment, a loud bird cry rang out. A vermilion bird engulfed in flames suddenly let out a cry. The crisp cry was like a sharp knife piercing his heart.

His soul even showed signs of disintegration, something Li Luomao had never experienced before. He looked at the Vermilion Bird circling above his head, his face filled with terror.

"This kid is too weird, we have to run!"

His soul stirred and began to flee outwards. As if sensing his movement, the Vermilion Bird's claws suddenly fell from the sky.

"The Vermilion Bird purifies the heavens!"

Endless flames accompanied the giant claw's sudden descent. He could only hear his own soul wailing in agony. A fierce glint flashed in his eyes, and he recklessly abandoned most of his soul, turning to flee.

The moment he escaped, he felt as if his head was about to split open.

"Mysterious Dragon - Water Dragon's Roar!"

Xu Yuanlang was fully aware of what was happening inside his body, and he had complete faith in the power of the Vermilion Bird's Heavenly Light. When the opportunity came, he attacked immediately.

"No!"

At this moment, Li Luomao's soul had just escaped from Xu Yuanlang's body and had not yet returned to his own body. It was the most vulnerable time. The invisible wave directly hit his soul, and Li Luomao screamed.