167: Chapter 167 Defeat of Mo Qingxue

Xu Changsheng did not hesitate for a moment, pointing a finger to release a streak of spiritual light.

With his foundation as a Pseudo-Third Rank Talisman master, he activated all the Talismans in his hand almost instantly.

Accompanied by the sound of explosions, colorful flames transformed into thousands of threads, scattering outward with him as the center.

They interwove in the sky, forming a massive net that covered the heavens and earth, pouncing straight toward the giant elephant puppet.

Mo Qingxue was indifferent at first, until the massive net fully formed.

Her expression changed drastically: "Wait, Myriad Blade Light-Splitting Talisman, Mountain-Pressing Talisman..."

"They are all quasi-third-rank talismans, where did you get them!"

The moment the giant elephant puppet came into contact with the firelight, the hazy yellow protective spiritual light on its surface was instantly torn to shreds.

"Boom!"

The offensive swept across the entire giant elephant puppet from top to bottom.

The sound of cracking was endless as the entire Puppet turned into a ball of fire and fell from the sky.

Mo Qingxue cursed under her breath, pushed back Zhou Yu in front of her with a sword strike, and retreated rapidly toward the rear.

She cast a hand seal toward the firelight, forcibly recalling the giant elephant puppet.

Within her Divine Sense, she could feel that the Puppet had been heavily damaged by this strike.

"Rumble."

The 'Puppet' was dragged out, but it could no longer be called a Puppet; it was more like a pile of broken fragments.

The giant elephant puppet, which previously could not be fundamentally harmed even when two Second Level Spirit Beasts took turns attacking it, was now severely damaged.

Spiritual materials were scattered around, and the central body no longer showed any of the majestic appearance of the original giant elephant, looking instead like a large sieve.

"Xu Changsheng!"

Mo Qingxue was furious; her spiritual sword flipped in her hand, turning into a white stream of light and striking toward Xu Changsheng.

The latter did not panic, taking out the divine wood two principles sword as spiritual power poured into it like a tide, radiating a gold-red luster.

Xie Wantang, standing to the side, looked on expectantly: "Husband Xu, are you going to use that move, the Unity of Body and Sword, again?"

Hearing this, Xu Changsheng almost lost his footing in mid-air and said irritably: "You wish; I can only use that move once every three months at most."

"Then this..." Looking at the snowy-white stream of light drawing nearer, Xie Wantang was somewhat worried.

"Don't worry, even without the Unity of Body and Sword, I can block Mo Qingxue's strike."

After Xu Changsheng finished speaking, the light of the divine wood two principles sword bloomed to its peak.

With a movement of his body, he actually struck directly in Mo Qingxue's direction.

They soon collided, sword tips meeting.

Unexpectedly, no sound was produced, only a scene of confrontation pushed to the absolute extreme.

With the point of contact as the boundary, two different scenes appeared to the east and west.

To the east, ice froze for ten miles, and snow fell in flurries.

To the west, golden fire raged, and the heat was steaming.

After a stalemate of over ten breaths.

The cold ice overcame the fierce fire, and Xu Changsheng was pushed back dozens of yards.

Mo Qingxue was relentless; the spiritual light on her ice sword flashed as she stabbed at him again.

He smiled calmly and touched the Storage Pouch at his waist: "I merely destroyed a small Foundation Establishment Family; I have no direct grudge with Fairy Mo. Why go this far, Fairy Mo?"

Mo Qingxue did not speak; the sword tip stabbed straight toward Xu Changsheng's throat.

However, in the next instant, her jade-like foot stepped forward and suddenly came to a halt.

She saw that not far away, Xu Changsheng had another thick stack of Talismans in his hand, looking at her with a half-smile.

She was shocked internally, but her face remained as cold as ever:

"Fellow Daoist, stop trying to bluff me. You just used so many quasi-third-rank talismans to break my Puppet; these must be ordinary Second Level Talismans now."

Xu Changsheng was noncommittal: "If Fairy Mo doesn't believe it, feel free to try. Isn't that right, Fairy Zhou?"

Hearing this, Mo Qingxue suddenly turned her head and saw Zhou Yu holding a folding fan; with a wave, several earth-element pillars were summoned and struck toward her.

The Demonic Tiger beneath her feet moved even faster, having already pounced again, flying toward her at an incredible speed.

She immediately realized she was about to fall into a dangerous situation: a stack of suspected quasi-third-rank talismans in front, and Zhou Yu pursuing from behind.

"No, I must retreat!"

She turned around, waved her spiritual sword, and drew a semicircle in front of her.

"Kaka kaka."

Cold air overflowed, instantly freezing the air and spreading around the hall along with the mountain wind.

The Demonic Tiger below came into contact with the cold air, and its movements instantly slowed; even with Demonic Qi and fur to protect its body, it was hard to resist this chill.

Its claws were even frozen into a block.

Taking this opportunity, Mo Qingxue soared through the air toward an empty space to the left.

Zhou Yu shouted loudly: "Fellow Daoist Xu, stop her! I'm going to use a trump card!"

Xu Changsheng frowned; after a brief hesitation, he followed Zhou Yu's request and activated the Talismans in his hand.

Thousands of spiritual lights flashed in mid-air; this time they did not interweave into a net but turned into beams of light, scrambling to strike Mo Qingxue.

The latter felt the spiritual power contained within the spiritual light.

Her brows furrowed: "Indeed, they are all quasi-third-rank talismans. What is going on with this person? With his Early Stage Foundation Establishment Divine Sense, how could he possibly release so many Talismans instantaneously?"

What she didn't know was that although Xu Changsheng's cultivation was only Early Stage Foundation Establishment, with the enhancement of the Great Sun Fusang Scripture and the addition of the Dao Rhyme Foundation Establishment, his Divine Sense was comparable to the Late-stage Foundation Establishment.

Mo Qingxue could not understand the reason; she could only wave her spiritual sword again, constructing an ice wall in front of her.

"Clang."

In just an instant, the ice wall shattered into pieces.

By this time, Mo Qingxue had already flown another ten yards away, and a lifelike wood-carved flying eagle appeared beside her.

With a wingspan of ten yards, it covered the sky.

Standing on it, seeing the Talismans persistently following her again and Zhou Yu's earth-spike offensive close behind, a trace of annoyance flashed in her cold eyes.

She touched her fair wrist.

The next moment, countless three-foot-wide red wood spheres appeared in front of her.

"They're just one-time spiritual items; it's not like I don't have any."

With a wave of her hand, the spheres were pushed toward the Talisman light and earth spikes.

The moment they made contact, the spheres suddenly expanded.

"Boom!"

Expanding to the limit, they exploded, releasing power no less than Xu Changsheng's quasi-third-rank talisman.

Zhou Yu's brows furrowed, and she snorted: "No wonder Fellow Daoist Mo is so fearless; it turns out she brought so many Pseudo-Third Rank self-destructing puppets."

Mo Qingxue was expressionless, but she felt a bit of heartache internally.

Facing the full-force strike of so many quasi-third-rank talismans, even she, with the support of a top-grade spiritual artifact, could only retreat and use some of her trump cards.

By now, she had already flown half a mile away and waved to them: "Fellow Daoist Xu, Fellow Daoist Zhou, we shall meet again!"

Zhou Yu stomped hard on the stone beneath her feet, clearly feeling very regretful for not killing Mo Qingxue despite having such a strong helper as Xu Changsheng.

Xu Changsheng smiled calmly and sent a Divine Sense transmission: "I hope that the next time we meet, This Xu and Fairy Mo are not enemies."

Regardless of whether the other party heard it or not, he slowly descended to the ground.

Mo Qingxue did not speak, turned her head, and tapped the flying eagle puppet beneath her feet a few times.

"Whoosh!"

It shot out like a flying arrow, eventually disappearing over the horizon.