149: Chapter 149 Quickly Save Zhao Yi!

【You have dug up a Luck Spiritual Vein, experience points + 10000.】

【First time digging up a Luck Spiritual Vein, Reward: Substance of Eternity】

"O-one, ten thousand experience points?"

Realizing this immediately, Zhao Yi jumped up.

"Damn! How come it's only ten thousand experience points?"

"This is a Luck Spiritual Vein, an immortal fate, how can it only be ten thousand experience points?"

However, after calming down, Zhao Yi became a bit more adaptable.

Ten thousand experience points would require digging up ten thousand Top-Grade Spirit Stones. Just thinking about ten thousand Top-Grade Spirit Stones made him shiver.

"Right, there's also a reward?"

"Substance of Eternity?"

"What on earth is that?"

"And..."

Zhao Yi looked at the earthworm in his hand. As a veteran angler from Blue Star, Zhao Yi could be one hundred percent certain that this was a real earthworm, just a bit bigger and yellower.

"How does a Luck Spiritual Vein look like an earthworm?"

Just as Zhao Yi was preparing to study it in depth, a great battle broke out.

Boom, boom, boom!

Violent explosions rang out.

"Oh no, the immortal fate has been dug out, the Spirit Stones are returning to the heavens and earth, and the Forbidden Spell power of the Spirit Stone mine has vanished."

When Spells can be used in the mine, what kind of might can dozens of Mahayana Cultivators unleash?

Bang!

The entire Baiyu Mountain above the mine was blown away.

"Zhao Yi, hand over the immortal fate."

Mou Wuwang and Niu Changchang, the two Mahayana Spirit Clan members, took the lead and attacked Zhao Yi simultaneously. Two beams of light tore through space and slashed toward Zhao Yi.

"You, leave quickly!"

"No matter what, we cannot let the immortal fate fall into the hands of the alien race, otherwise we will be sinners of the Human Race."

Li Yingzhen shoved Zhao Yi aside, holding the Thunder Mystic Bone, and withstood those two beams of light.

"Ah!"

Li Yingzhen let out a miserable shriek and was sent flying hundreds of miles away, but her figure soon reappeared. Looking at the motionless Zhao Yi, she was furious.

"Why haven't you left yet?"

Zhao Yi...

How could he not want to leave?

But damn it, he couldn't leave. He couldn't use the Spirit Stone Traverse Art. Looking around, how many Mahayana Spirit Clan members were there? Looking up into the sky, how many immortal martial divine cannons were there?

If he stayed still, perhaps he could preserve his life by relying on Fuyu Palace, which had integrated the Immovable Void Technique.

If he moved recklessly, he would likely end up smashed to pieces immediately.

Fortunately, the Great Yin Immortal Dynasty finally reacted.

Countless Mahayana Cultivators tore through space, appearing around Zhao Yi and Li Yingzhen, protecting the two of them.

Mou Wuwang sneered, "I was waiting for you all."

"Do it."

The flying ships in the sky fired a beam of cannon light, wanting to wipe out the suddenly appearing Immortal Dynasty Cultivators in one fell swoop.

Just as the Spirit Clan was about to succeed, countless cannon beams appeared behind them, and rumbling sounds echoed as flying ships were continuously shot down.

This was the Immortal Dynasty's counter-ambush.

"Counterattack, quickly counterattack!"

"Leave these Mahayana Cultivators to us, we must shoot down all the Immortal Dynasty's flying ships."

Assessing the situation, Mou Wuwang immediately adjusted his strategy.

He led the Spirit Clan Mahayana Cultivators straight toward Zhao Yi's location.

"Zhao Yi, is this the immortal fate?"

"Quickly hand it over to me."

In the chaos, a Mahayana Cultivator suddenly appeared in front of Zhao Yi and reached out to snatch the earthworm from Zhao Yi.

Zhao Yi...

What the hell?

He never imagined that his own people would attack him too.

"Get lost!"

How could Zhao Yi indulge him? He smashed his hoe down.

The person in front of him instantly turned into meat paste, dead beyond doubt.

Digging mines every day, Zhao Yi had no way of knowing his own strength, but the moment he made a move, it was revealed.

Ordinary Mahayana Cultivators at the Early Stage could be wiped out with a single hand.

"The power of Law?"

"Senior Brother Yue actually fell in one move?"

"Zhao Yi, although Senior Brother Yue was a bit reckless, you shouldn't have killed him."

"He came to help you."

Zhao Yi didn't reply. After killing that so-called Senior Brother Yue, the other Cultivators were clearly intimidated, and it was much calmer now.

Otherwise, before the Spirit Clan even arrived, he would have been killed by his own people first.

Glancing at the wriggling earthworm in his hand, Zhao Yi had a premonition that this Luck Spiritual Vein was not as simple as it appeared on the surface; if he let go, this Luck Spiritual Vein would definitely run away.

This was awkward. Zhao Yi could only clutch the Luck Spiritual Vein with his left hand and hold the hoe with his right, his full strength restricted.

"Hahaha!"

"Old Ancestor Zhao, according to the agreement, you can hand the Luck Spiritual Vein over to me now."

Niu Changchang and the other Mahayana Spirit Clan members had arrived.

Mahayana Cultivator against Mahayana Cultivator—all that could be seen were constantly appearing spatial rifts. There were no flashy ultimate moves, only control over mana that had reached its Peak.

But as soon as a flaw was revealed, it meant death.

Mou Wuwang and Niu Changchang looked at Zhao Yi with ferocious grins, "Old Ancestor Zhao, we will take good care of you."

As they spoke, they licked their lips, "I've forgotten how long it's been since I've tasted the flesh and blood of the Mahayana Stage."

Zhao Yi could see that look of craving. These two beasts really wanted to eat humans.

"Damn it, you want to eat me, but don't I want to eat you too?"

"You're a cow, right?"

Niu Changchang was easy to recognize; those two bull horns were identifiable at a glance.

"As for you..."

Zhao Yi looked at Mou Wuwang, who was handsome enough to be mentioned in the same breath as Li Yingzhen, just a bit worse than himself, "Oh, so you're a rabbit."

"Bastard, I am of the Mao Clan."

Niu Changchang tore through space directly and appeared in front of Zhao Yi.

"So much nonsense?"

"Seize the immortal fate, then eat him!"

Looking at Niu Changchang, who was within arm's reach, Zhao Yi swung the great sumeru treasure hoe and smashed it down.

"Eat me?"

"You idiot!"

"Aren't you here to seize the immortal fate?"

"Why are you eating people?"

"I'll let you eat people..."

Seeing the hoe smashing down, Niu Changchang was full of confidence, "Great Strength Bull Body."

The originally three-meter-tall Niu Changchang instantly expanded to ten meters, waving a fist glowing with white light to meet Zhao Yi's hoe, while Mou Wuwang on the side stared at the immortal fate in Zhao Yi's hand, waiting for an opportunity.

"Ah~"

Niu Changchang let out a miserable shriek, diverting Mou Wuwang's attention.

"You..."

Niu Changchang clutched his arm, looking at Zhao Yi with a face full of horror.

"Your cultivation?"

"You broke through!"

What kind of Genius is this? Zhao Yi was clearly digging mines every day, when did his cultivation break through?

Niu Changchang had once fought against Zhao Yi and knew his cultivation very well—Early Stage of Mahayana. But now... Middle Mahayana Stage, and at the Peak of it, just one step away from breaking through to the Late stage of Mahayana Realm.

"So what if he broke through?"

"He's only one person, let's join forces."

Mou Wuwang was anxious.

In the sky, flying ships were constantly falling, immortal martial divine cannon beams crisscrossed, occasionally taking away one or two Mahayana Cultivators; the Cultivators of both sides were already fighting with real fire.

Not far away, Li Yingzhen saw Zhao Yi being besieged by two Mahayana Cultivators and was anxious, but her opponent was also a Mahayana Spirit Clan member at the Late stage of Mahayana Realm, not someone who could be defeated in a short time.

"Illusion Domain."

As a Mahayana Spirit Clan member at the Late stage of Mahayana Realm, Mou Wuwang no longer hid his strength. He stretched out his hands and pressed down, and Zhao Yi felt as if he had fallen into a mud pit.

"Suppress!"

Pressure struck, and Zhao Yi was like a fish caught in a net, struggling to no avail.

"Save Zhao Yi quickly!"

Li Yingzhen's grand voice resounded through half of Anning Prefecture.