Chapter 106: Reminiscing About the Past

When the shadows of the stone tablets disappeared, Wu Yi looked down at his feet with a serious look. In the center of the swamp, he could still vaguely see a sticky substance. It was this substance that overflowed and corroded the place into a swamp. If he had not replaced himself with a shadow clone before, his body would probably have been corroded at this time.

Now the bloody body of the magician Wu Xiu has been completely corroded, and there is no human figure at all. Wu Yi swallowed his saliva when he saw it, and became more vigilant about the Wu Xiu's methods.

But fortunately, the three colorful pheasant feathers on Wu Xiu's head were not corroded. What surprised Wu Yi was that the three feathers used different methods to resist the corrosive force.

The white feathers emitted a gentle light to repel the venom, while the red and blue feathers were just the opposite. They actually swallowed the venom. The dark green venom around the two feathers became clear at a speed visible to the naked eye. It was also because of the continuous swallowing of the two feathers that the speed of the venom spreading slowed down.

Wu Yi sat on the edge of the swamp and meditated to recuperate, waiting for the venom to be completely swallowed up. However, as the dark green poisonous swamp gradually became clearer, Wu Yi could see clearly what was under the poisonous swamp.

The feathers were long and could float to the surface. What surprised Wu Yi was that in addition to the three feathers, there was also an insect egg. The appearance of this insect egg was like a white jade. If Wu Yi had not sensed a trace of vitality from it, he would probably have really regarded this insect egg as a white jade.

Wu Yi also sensed the breath of the group of insects that besieged him from this insect egg, but compared with the previous insects, this insect egg was much higher than those ordinary insects in terms of momentum and status.

Could it be the insect king? Wu Yi guessed in his heart, but how could this insect king be an insect egg? Could it be that the witch cultivator had not yet completed the cultivation? Wu Yi was not sure.

After about an incense stick of time, the poison was finally swallowed up by the feathers, and the two feathers became much brighter. I don't know if the witch cultivator has set up any means to prevent others from stealing them. Wu Yi first let the only remaining shadow clone try it out.

Wu Yi's caution was correct. When the shadow clone touched the red feather, the whole body spontaneously combusted, which really surprised Wu Yi and he dared not act rashly.

Recalling the witch cultivator's previous dress, Wu Yi first tried to pick up the white feather. The part below the white feather without feathers was like warm jade, and the feathers above were like beautiful women's hair, very soft.

Wu Yi looked at the white feather that was one foot long, his brows relaxed, and a plan came to mind. He picked up the other two feathers with the white feather and successfully took the feathers away, but it was still extremely inconvenient.

Wu Yi tried to cover the three feathers with spiritual energy, but nothing happened. Looking at the three feathers together, Wu Yi had a guess in his mind.

Wu Yi separated the white feathers, and a sudden change occurred. The spiritual energy was immediately crushed by the extreme cold and extreme heat, and even the cold and hot air almost transmitted back to Wu Yi's body along the spiritual energy.

But don't say that Wu Yi has now broken through the law, and the use of spiritual energy is better, and he can easily block the conduction of the cold and hot air. Even if there is no breakthrough, the conduction of the master Wu You can't do anything to Wu Yi and suppress it easily.

After knowing that these three feathers should be used together, Wu Yi held the white feather in one hand and the other two red and blue feathers in the other hand. The spiritual consciousness mobilized the power contained in the feathers, and Wu Yi tried to attack in any direction.

As a result, Wu Yi, the user, was shocked. The alternation of cold and heat actually destroyed the area within a radius of 100 meters, trees flew, and a large pit appeared on the spot. The huge noise even attracted the attention of Lin Qi and others who were fighting in the mountain basin.

Sensing the familiar attack, the powerful witch cultivator who had fought with Lin Qi at the beginning wiped the blood from his mouth and smiled cruelly: "It seems that your companion has been killed by the Venerable."

Lin Qi was not affected by it. He used a whisk to cleanse his strength with one hand and a compass to mobilize the power of the formation to attack. Affected by the compass, every attack of the powerful witch cultivator was affected by the inexplicable aura, and he could not exert 70% of his strength. He was very passive and the defeat was inevitable.

The other two foundation-building witch cultivators who joined the battle later were trapped on the other side by Lin Qi's formation. Lin Qi planned to deal with the powerful witch cultivator first, and then defeat them one by one. A large number of ordinary witch cultivators and disciples of the powerful warriors were in a melee, and their casualties were the most serious at present.

Although Lin Qi's eyes were calm, he was also muttering in his heart, wondering if Wu Yi had been killed. He was unwilling to pin his hopes on Wu Yi. The spiritual energy rushed into the compass crazily. His attacks were much more fierce, and he planned to fight quickly. The Wu Xiu on the opposite side knew that his most powerful helper was coming, and his confidence was much stronger. He kept resisting.

Wu Yi, who could influence or even determine the outcome of the fight, was still watching the results of the attack calmly. He knew that the battle on Lin Qi's side was not over yet, but the longer it dragged on, the more Wu Yi would benefit. It would be best if both sides were injured. Wu Yi would not only gain Lin Qi's gratitude, but also gain the reputation of defeating Wu Xiu, and have a stronger voice when distributing the spoils.

The previous attack was indeed extremely powerful, but after this blow, the feathers also dimmed a little. Judging from the dimness, this level of attack would need to be swallowed by poison after ten times, otherwise it would be useless. It was a consumable for Wu Yi, who was not proficient in this.

Knowing that it was a consumable, Wu Yi did not dare to continue trying. He planned to use it at a critical moment. However, looking at the foot-long feather, Wu Yi was in trouble. It was not good to tie the feather on his head like the witch cultivator. That would be too barbaric.

Looking at the clothes evolved from the spiritual energy on his body, Wu Yi shook his head helplessly. The road was under his feet, but he was looking for a way everywhere. It was really stupid.

The spiritual energy transformed into a scabbard, put the feather in it, and put the sword on his waist. Wu Yi looked at it and felt that something was missing. He evolved a sachet and put the insect egg in it.

As Wu Yi's spiritual consciousness grew, the spiritual creations he created also evolved more delicate and vivid. For example, there was a young eagle embroidered on this sachet. Although it was weak, it had sharp eyes, looking straight at the sky, flapping its wings and ready to fly.

Looking at this sachet, Wu Yi's eyes suddenly froze. It turned out that he accidentally evolved the sachet he wore when he was in class at the Imperial Academy of the Great Xuan Kingdom.

This sachet was embroidered by his mother when she sent him to the Imperial College. Wu Yi did not have time to pack this item when he fled from the Great Xuan Kingdom.

Looking at the direction of the Great Xuan Kingdom, Wu Yi tried hard not to shed tears, but tears rolled in his eyes. Wu Yi, who looked calm and composed, also had his own softness in his heart.

He was still fourteen years old at this time, but after seeing Wu Yi's performance, who would regard him as a fourteen-year-old boy? With Wu Yi's scheming, even a hundred or forty-year-old fox would be no more than this.

When will he have the opportunity to go to the motherland to take another look? Wu Yi didn't know. He was no longer the ignorant boy at the beginning. He knew that the national master of the Great Xuan Kingdom also came from a sect, but not the Yiqi Sect, but another sect.

Wu Yi, who lacked connections, didn't even know how strong that sect was at this time, but since he could hold the reins of a country's religious system, he was at least a Jindan Zhenren, who was not something Wu Yi could compete with at the moment.

When the tears dried up a little bit or flowed back into his eyes, Wu Yi returned to his calm and composed appearance, and walked steadily towards the place where Lin Qi and others were fighting.

Life always has to move forward with tears. If there is no wind and rain, just look up at the sky, at least others don't know you are crying.

Wu Yi suddenly missed home. He suddenly realized that in addition to entering the inner gate, there was another pursuit. His original intention to enter the inner gate was to return to the country to influence the political situation of the Great Xuan Kingdom and change the status of his family.

But in the constant tempering, Wu Yi gradually buried this original intention in his heart, because the opponent was too powerful. Wu Yi might not only face a Jindan Zhenren, but even have to fight against a sect. Wu Yi didn't know when he forgot this original intention, but he didn't expect that today such an item would trigger his long-hidden original intention.

Wu Yi could have waited until Lin Qi and Wu Xiu were exhausted before making a move, but Wu Yi thought of his original intention. Since he had built his foundation, there was almost no obstacle for him to become the inner sect's true disciple. This also made Wu Yi relax a lot about cultivation, and maybe even Wu Yi himself didn't notice it.

Only by forcing himself can he make the fastest progress. If he can achieve the promotion of all three paths to building foundation before the inner sect's true disciple competition, he may be able to stand out in the true disciple competition and attract the attention of the sect.

Wu Yi knew that he could never fight against a sect by himself. He could only accomplish this by relying on the Yiqi Sect behind him, but the premise was to show his talent and let the sect pay more attention to him.

Wu Yi, who realized his original intention, began to gradually change his style of doing things. In fact, whether it was introverted or outspoken, the ultimate goal was to fulfill his original intention. The cat that caught the mouse was a good cat. This saying was true everywhere.

When Wu Yi appeared outside Lin Qi's formation, Lin Qi's expression was initially incredible, and then ecstatic. Although he killed the powerful witch cultivator, he destroyed part of the formation pattern before he died, making the formation somewhat unstable.

This flaw was discovered by the other two witch cultivators, who took advantage of Lin Qi's lack of strength to launch a fierce attack, and Lin Qi's situation was precarious.

Wu Yi's arrival was a relief for Lin Qi. In order to get rid of his decline as soon as possible, he shouted to Wu Yi who was standing outside the formation: "Junior brother, quickly intercept these witch cultivators, don't let them escape."

This Lin Qi was so shameless. It was obvious that he was about to give up, but he looked like he was holding back the enemy for Wu Yi.

Hearing Lin Qi's voice, the remaining two witches looked at each other and understood each other's intentions. The remaining one was a strength and a magic witch. The strength witch had a black beard and a strong back, while the other magic witch was the opposite, with white hair and beard and a hunched body, but in fact, their ages were about the same.

The strong strength witch pulled a bead from under his ear and threw it at Lin Qi with all his strength. The bead was very small. Although Lin Qi knew that the two witches would definitely pursue a quick victory and use a backhand at this time, he thought that the bead was a foreplay to confuse him, and the backhand was still behind, so he didn't take it too seriously.

When the bead hit Lin Qi's protective shield, Lin Qi realized that he was wrong. It was as if he was hit by an ancient giant elephant. Lin Qi flew backwards and a lot of blood flowed out of his mouth. If he hadn't dodged the attack of the other magic witch in time, he might have lost his life.

The Wu Xiu of Strength glanced at the Wu Xiu of Law, and stopped fighting with Lin Qi. He planned to stop Wu Yi and buy time for the Wu Xiu of Law to kill Lin Qi.

Because there was a flaw in the formation, Wu Yi quickly found the flaw under his powerful spiritual awareness and walked into the formation. The first thing he saw was the Wu Xiu of Strength with a black beard on his face. Wu Yi knew him, after all, he had tortured him so badly before.

The Wu Xiu of Strength was really angry when he saw Wu Yi. He roared and hit Wu Yi with an iron fist as big as Wu Yi's two fists.

"Why bother?" Wu Yi sighed, and the red and blue feathers appeared in his palm, and he used his strength to swing them towards the Wu Xiu of Strength.

The Wu Xiu was horrified and retreated to the side, but the light was much faster than he could dodge, and the Wu Xiu could only watch the red and blue light flying towards him.

Sanren tortured himself today and went to the room opened by the editor to explain novels. The achievements of the works in it made Sanren suddenly understand why some readers said that Sanren had too few readers. It was indeed very few, but Sanren felt that it was no big deal. At least these collections and clicks were extremely real. After seeing the sources of readers, Sanren was happy to find that it was similar to the distribution of the population in each province in the country.

Sanren did not write down many of the things he said to the editor because they did not match Sanren's ideas. The only thing he wrote down was that readers who voted for the author and gave monthly tickets and rewards should be explained and thanked.

Sanren deeply agrees with this. Although Sanren said a long time ago that he would not actively ask for votes, and everyone would vote if they were happy, Sanren is still very happy every time there is a recommendation.

Because I just saw it today, I would like to thank the readers who voted for Sanren today. There are three of them. Fengchuicaoqi and Suancai Mian are still from Laotan. There is another one who is a friend of Sanren, so he is not mentioned in the author's words.

Because there were too many people before, I did not thank them one by one. I would like to thank them all here. Thank you for your support for Sanren.