361: A first attempt

"Hm?"

Mo Yan, the Cultivator from the Demon God Hall clad in black robes, paused his steps, turned, and looked towards the purple figure.

He did not turn his back on the Cultivator from the Myriad Laws Pavilion. Although the Myriad Laws Pavilion Cultivator had lost the ability to resist, Mo Yan still had to be cautious.

Zhou Xiutong understood as she watched the Myriad Laws Pavilion Cultivator cough up blood, not surprised by the sight.

"For a mere Middle Stage Golden Core Cultivator like you to reach this point, lasting even longer than the two of us, your strength is not to be underestimated."

Mo Yan chuckled, his words seemingly praising her.

He had ascended to the fourth floor, was defeated by the Late Golden Core Stage middle-aged man in one move, obtained a Magic Treasure, and emerged from the ancient pagoda.

He immediately saw the Myriad Laws Pavilion Cultivator, who had emerged almost simultaneously with him. Without hesitation, he suddenly attacked, catching the Myriad Laws Pavilion Cultivator off guard.

This led to the current situation.

Although Zhou Xiutong had stayed longer than both of them, he did not believe that Middle Stage Golden Core Zhou Xiutong would be stronger than him. He merely thought she had taken advantage of her lower cultivation.

"Fellow Daoist is truly formidable as well."

Zhou Xiutong said indifferently, her long, deep purple hair, which had been unbound, slowly gathered behind her.

"I wonder what treasure Fellow Daoist obtained? Would you mind telling me, so I might broaden my horizons?"

Mo Yan's tone was enigmatic, and he slowly clasped his hands behind his back.

Zhou Xiutong glanced at the Myriad Laws Pavilion Cultivator, who had lost the ability to fight and was urgently recovering from his injuries.

This Demon God Hall Cultivator actually intended to keep both of them here.

"It's not any great treasure. I'd appreciate it if Fellow Daoist could take a look..."

As soon as Zhou Xiutong finished speaking, a huge phantom made of thunder abruptly appeared behind her, and at this moment, her deep purple hair was also adorned with a few golden specks.

The deep purple, human-like phantom stood between heaven and earth, its arms hanging naturally. Above the sky, dark clouds gathered, and purple thunder roamed incessantly within them.

Zhou Xiutong raised her right hand, her fair palm light as a dancing phoenix, yet seemingly carrying immense power, as she pressed it forward.

Following Zhou Xiutong's movement, the tall thunder phantom behind her simultaneously raised its right hand. Instantly, thunder snakes danced wildly between heaven and earth, converging with a roar, transforming into an immense hand that descended from the sky, pressing down towards Mo Yan's location.

At the same time.

As soon as Zhou Xiutong's words fell, Mo Yan, who had his hands clasped behind his back, extended his right hand, forming a sword-finger, and abruptly pointed it towards Zhou Xiutong.

A small, inch-long bloody sword shot out from his fingertip, rapidly growing to three feet in size, like a bloody meteor, carrying a bloodthirsty intent.

The two had chosen to attack simultaneously.

"Boom!"

In an instant.

The colossal thunder palm slammed heavily onto the three-foot-long bloody sword.

Purple and red intertwined.

Under the clash of Auras.

The Myriad Laws Pavilion Cultivator, already severely wounded, was unable to resist and was sent flying by the impact.

Boom!

Thunder exploded, the bloody meteor flew backward, and the immense hand of heaven and earth was also obstructed and paused.

"Meld!"

Zhou Xiutong uttered a low cry.

The tall thunder phantom behind her rapidly shrank and merged into Zhou Xiutong's body.

Boom!

Zhou Xiutong's purple-golden hair flew wildly, and her Aura surged.

Two purple-golden treasure hammers appeared, held in her hands.

"Bang!"

Thunder descended from the sky, light illuminating heaven and earth, and Zhou Xiutong's figure vanished from her original spot.

On the other side.

Mo Yan waved his hand, summoning the bloody meteor to his side, but he felt a sense of unease, his eyes grave.

"I miscalculated..."

Mo Yan's expression was displeased.

He had initially thought she was merely a Middle Stage Golden Core Cultivator, and with his cultivation, it would be an easy task. He never expected Zhou Xiutong to be even stronger than the Late Golden Core Stage Myriad Laws Pavilion Cultivator.

At this moment, he no longer had the mind to care about the Myriad Laws Pavilion Cultivator, who had been sent flying to an unknown location, his fate uncertain.

His Divine Sense spread out with full force.

Searching for Zhou Xiutong's figure, which had vanished amidst the thunder.

Boom!

Mo Yan transformed into a black mist, his form constantly changing within the mist.

He certainly did not have the habit of waiting to be attacked.

At this moment.

Outside the black mist, a purple-golden treasure hammer, transformed to the size of a mountain, slammed down violently.

Boom!

Under this strike, the black mist scattered with a roar, revealing Mo Yan's phantom.

A bolt of thunder appeared behind the phantom with lightning speed.

A treasure hammer descended from above, slamming fiercely towards Mo Yan's head. It was immensely powerful, extremely fast, and impossible to dodge.

"Damn it!"

An alarm blared in Mo Yan's heart.

Without thinking, a pitch-black shield flew out from his left hand, spanning above his head.

Dong!

A colossal crashing sound reverberated.

The black shield vibrated wildly, its Aura chaotic.

"Pfft!"

Below, Mo Yan, who had intended to control the three-foot bloody sword to attack backward, had his magical power disrupted, his Qi and blood surged backward, and he spat out a large mouthful of fresh blood, his Aura plummeting.

Mo Yan's body trembled, and he knelt on one knee.

A fair, jade-like palm quietly pressed onto Mo Yan's back.

Boom!

Mo Yan suffered a heavy blow, his body uncontrollably flying straight out.

The black shield crashed to the ground, temporarily losing its power.

"Cough, cough~"

"Fellow Daoist, stop!"

Mo Yan was greatly alarmed.

That girl was simply not human!

"Please, Fellow Daoist, do not forget our agreement!"

Mo Yan desperately tried to calm his magical power and surging Qi and blood, shouting rapidly.

However, only the continuous roar of thunder responded to him.

Bolts of purple thunder descended from the sky, continuously striking Mo Yan's body.

"Escape!"

Mo Yan bit the tip of his tongue, spitting out a mouthful of vital blood.

He roared in his heart.

His body instantly transformed into a cloud of blood mist, scattering in all directions.

"Thunder Prison!"

A pleasant female voice echoed in the air.

Between heaven and earth, thunder enveloped everything, forming a realm of confinement.

"Ah~ Ah~ Ah~"

Bloody figures continuously turned to ashes under the thunder.

Screams of agony constantly emanated.

A moment later.

A desolate, weak black figure slowly condensed from the blood.

"Fellow Daoist, I am from the Demon God Hall..."

Mo Yan shrieked loudly.

A colossal treasure hammer descended from the thunder.

Boom!

It slammed Mo Yan, who had not finished speaking, to the ground, and he lost all signs of life.

"Phew~"

Confirming that Mo Yan was thoroughly dead, Zhou Xiutong let out a sigh of relief.

She quickly dispelled the Thunder Dao Body, which she had only recently comprehended.

This incomplete technique possessed immense power; even a preliminary comprehension could elevate her strength so significantly.

Thunder Dao was inherently explosive and domineering, and this Thunder Dao Body was even more so.

In just this short period, it had already consumed much of her magical power and physical strength.

"The rate of magical power consumption is truly frightening..."

Zhou Xiutong secretly clicked her tongue.

With a wave of her hand, she dispersed the thunder.

She then recalled the purple-golden treasure hammers, taking them back into her body for nurturing.

She did not rush to find Mo Yan's Storage Pouch, but instead took out several top-grade third-rank Medicinal Pills and swallowed them.

A moment later.

After her Aura stabilized.

Zhou Xiutong approached the fragmented Mo Yan and took the Storage Pouch from his waist into her hand.

There was also a three-foot-long bloody sword and a black shield.

Both were extremely superior third-tier magic treasures.

Although they had both lost much of their power now.

Zhou Xiutong erased the imprint remaining in the Storage Pouch.

"Oh?"

Inside the Storage Pouch, there were numerous Spirit Stones, Medicinal Pills, and other treasures.

In addition, there was a fourth-rank Magic Treasure longsword.

Zhou Xiutong took it out and examined it for a moment in her hand.

This Magic Treasure showed no signs of being refined.

"This must be what he gained in the pagoda..."

Zhou Xiutong understood.

She then placed the treasures one by one into her own Storage Pouch.

Streaks of lightning appeared in her hand, obliterating the corpse and the Storage Pouch.