85: Chapter 85 Detonating the Stone Golem

Not only the Qingyu Sect, but the people on the Ziyang Valley side also reacted.

Ye Hongyu's eyes, carrying flashes of lightning, abruptly locked onto that patch of shadow.

When she perceived that familiar Poison Wood Spiritual Power which caused her lightning-fire Spiritual Roots to palpitate, a dense murderous intent instantly surfaced on her exquisitely beautiful face.

"It is you, this skulking old poison fiend!"

Ye Hongyu recognized at a glance that this person whose whereabouts had been seen through was precisely that ruthless Loose Cultivator who had melted through her flame palm prints with toxic water on the periphery of Yunxing Abyss before!

"Stay right here!"

Ye Hongyu let out a sharp cry, her lightning-fire longwhip violently shaking to transform into a berserk purple thunder dragon, leaping over the crowd and charging straight at Qi Yang's back!

In an instant, Qi Yang transformed from an unattended onlooker into a living target concentrated upon by the entire audience!

Facing this overwhelming, terrifying attack sufficient to blast a Qi Condensation 12th Layer Cultivator into slag, beneath Qi Yang's withered human-skin mask, there was not the slightest panic.

His eyes were as cold as ice, revealing a ghastly sneer.

"Since you are all so anxious to court death, then I will show mercy and send you on your way!"

Qi Yang did not choose to dodge at all, nor did he sacrifice the five elements ring to forcefully endure it.

He deeply knew that once he was entangled by this group of people, even if he had three heads and six arms, he would still be worn to death here.

His wrist violently flipped, and from the deepest part of his Storage Pouch, he groped out a bizarre poisonous plant that was entirely crimson and covered in barbs on its leaves.

This was a Blazing Flame Poison-Heart Herb!

Originally, it was just an ordinary first-grade poisonous herb, but under Qi Yang ripening it with the black gourd's green liquid, this poisonous herb had already reached a terrifying five-hundred-year age!

The berserk fire poison contained within, once detonated, its power would definitely not be inferior to the strongest strike of a Qi Condensation Great Completion!

"Go!"

Qi Yang did not throw the poisonous herb toward the crowd; instead, with a flick of his wrist, he threw this extremely berserk Blazing Flame Poison-Heart Herb with peerless precision toward the paralyzed magnetic star stone puppet remains on the white jade high platform!

To be more precise, it was thrown toward the core hub inside the stone puppet's body which, although its formation patterns were destroyed, still stored a massive amount of astral magnetic power!

"What is that old madman doing?!"

The Qingyu Sect's triple-white-eyed Cultivator watched Qi Yang throw a Spiritual Plant emitting terrifying fire poison fluctuations toward a pile of scrap iron, a trace of bewilderment flashing through his eyes.

But Ye Hongyu's combat intuition was sharp to the extreme.

The moment she saw that Blazing Flame Poison-Heart Herb fly toward the magnetic star stone puppet, an inexplicable sense of life-and-death crisis shrouded her entire body.

"Not good! Retreat quickly! He is going to detonate the stone puppet's core!"

Ye Hongyu's exquisitely beautiful face also turned pale white; she didn't even care about attacking Qi Yang anymore, forcibly retracting her lightning-fire longwhip, crazily pouring all the spiritual power within her body into her Protective Aura, and violently retreating backwards.

However, it was already too late.

Boom!!!

The five-hundred-year-old Blazing Flame Poison-Heart Herb fiercely smashed onto the remains of the magnetic star stone puppet.

The berserk fire poison medicinal strength, the moment it contacted the stone puppet's core, was like a tiny spark dropping into a gunpowder barrel.

The massive astral magnetic power accumulated within the stone puppet's body for a thousand years completely lost control under the stimulation of the fire poison, causing a terrifying sympathetic detonation!

An eye-piercing silver-red ball of light suddenly expanded on the white jade high platform.

Following closely, a terrifying astral magnetic storm mixed with fatal fire poison swept across the entire Ancient Medicine Garden!

"Ah!!!"

The shrill screams drowned out the roar of spells.

Those few Qingyu Sect Disciples rushing at the very front didn't even have time to react before they were directly torn into pieces by the berserk astral magnetic storm!

Their Protective Aura was practically non-existent in front of this level of explosion.

That Qi Condensation 12th Layer Qingyu Sect brawny man roared as he sacrificed a second-grade defense shield, but the shield only supported itself for half a breath before being blasted into pieces by the astral magnetic storm mixed with fire poison.

The brawny man wildly spewed a mouthful of fresh blood, his entire person being sent flying like a kite with a broken string, heavily smashing against the bronze wall, his life or death unknown.

Although the Ziyang Valley Disciples retreated a bit faster under Ye Hongyu's warning, they were still swept by the aftermath of the explosion.

A few Disciples with slightly weaker cultivation had their heart meridians shattered on the spot, bleeding from their seven orifices as they died.

The entire Ancient Medicine Garden turned into a living purgatory.

The berserk energy turbulence churned everywhere within the enclosed space, plowing bottomless gullies into the ground, while the sky-filling dust and toxic fog obscured all lines of sight.

As for Qi Yang, the perpetrator of all this, he had already made foolproof preparations when he threw out the poisonous herb.

He didn't go to look at the result of the explosion at all; the Qi Condensation 11th Layer earth-type spiritual power within his body circulated wildly, and his hands fiercely slapped the ground beneath his feet.

"Earth Escape! Go!"

Qi Yang's body rapidly softened, resembling a drop of water merging into the sea, directly burrowing into the hard underground rock strata.

The terrifying shockwave generated by the explosion whistled across the ground above his head, shaking Qi Yang—who was ten zhang deep underground—to feel a bout of surging blood Qi, a trace of sweet iron-tasting blood rising in his throat.

But he tightly clenched his teeth, not making a single sound, wrapping his entire body in liquid Poison Wood Spiritual Power, and fleeing frantically along the gaps in the underground rock strata toward the periphery of the Yunge Pavilion maze without looking back.

"These bunch of idiots, do they really think that having more people can make them keep me?"

Qi Yang sneered repeatedly in the dark underground rock strata.

He had cowered and survived for so many years, never fighting a battle without certainty.

Although that stone puppet was paralyzed, in his eyes it was a ready-made super bomb.

As long as it was utilized properly, its power was more useful than any Magical Artifact.

Escaping for dozens of miles underground and confirming there were no pursuers behind him, Qi Yang only stopped in a secluded underground cave.

He sat cross-legged, wiped away the blood at the corner of his mouth, and took out a few healing Medicinal Pills from the Storage Pouch to swallow.

Although he suffered a slight injury, feeling the three warm jade boxes containing star fruit inside the Storage Pouch, Qi Yang's eyes were filled with fanaticism and excitement.

"Three pieces of star fruit are in hand. Once I get out of this ghost place, I can completely wash away the impurities of my Mixed Spiritual Roots and push my cultivation to Qi Condensation 12th Layer Great Perfection!"

Qi Yang clenched his fists; he was another solid step closer to the Foundation Establishment Stage.

At this moment, within the ruins of the Ancient Medicine Garden.

The sky-filling dust and toxic fog gradually dispersed, and the originally magnificent white jade high platform had already been blown into a huge deep pit.

The Qingyu Sect's team was almost completely wiped out, leaving only that triple-white-eyed Cultivator and the heavily injured brawny man lingering on their last breaths in the ruins.

The Ziyang Valley side also suffered heavy casualties and deaths, with nearly half of the dozen or so elites being lost.

Ye Hongyu stood on a charred patch of land, her red dress damaged in many places, and a trace of fresh blood also spilling from the corner of her mouth.

The lightning-fire spiritual power around her body fluctuated violently, showing how uncalm her heart was at this moment.

Her lightning-flashing eyes stared fixedly at the patch of ground where Qi Yang had disappeared, her chest rising and falling violently.

"What a vicious method! What a decisive retreat path!"

Ye Hongyu muttered in a low voice through gritted teeth.

Ever since she started out, she had never suffered such a huge loss in the hands of a Loose Cultivator.

That old poison fiend wearing a human-skin mask not only had endless methods, but was also ruthless to the extreme.

He blew it up as soon as he said so, without even the slightest hesitation, simply even more crazy than a demonic Cultivator!

What made her feel even more wary was that after detonating the stone puppet, the other party was actually able to calmly escape amidst this kind of berserk energy turbulence, not leaving behind even a trace of aura.

"Old Ghost Yin, is it..."

Ye Hongyu reached out to wipe away the blood from the corner of her mouth, a heart-palpitating cold gleam flashing in the depths of her eyes.

"I have remembered you. As long as you are still within the jurisdiction of the Xuantian Sect, even if I have to dig three feet into the ground, I will find you out and smash the secrets on your body together with your bones bit by bit!"

Ye Hongyu took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the anger in her heart.

She didn't care about the wailing fellow Disciples and Qingyu Sect's remnant soldiers on the ground, instead turning to look deep into the Ancient Medicine Garden, at that passageway leading to the more core region of Yunge Pavilion.

Although the star fruit was precious, the true Legacy of Yunge Pavilion was still in the deepest part.

"Let's go!"

Ye Hongyu coldly gave the order, leading the surviving Ziyang Valley Disciples as they stepped over corpses covering the ground and continued walking toward the unknown, dark depths.

Meanwhile, Qi Yang, hiding in the underground cave dozens of miles away, slowly opened his eyes after recovering his spiritual power slightly.

"The core region of Yunge Pavilion definitely still has better things, but the current situation is too chaotic, and the Prodigies of the Three Major Sects have killed until their eyes are red."

Qi Yang rubbed his chin, a flash of shrewd light passing beneath that withered mask.

"Since they want to risk their lives fighting in the front, then I will slowly pick up scraps in the back; surviving until the very end is being the winner."

Qi Yang stood up, patted the dust off his body, and once again merged into the dark rock strata...