[Chapter 1254 The Power of Disaster]

Cheng Weikang never took Yang Yiyu seriously from the beginning, because in his eyes, Yang Yiyu was a cultivator who had reached the Great Perfection of the Fusion Realm.

He was a million miles away from this Saint Land disciple who was in the late stage of the Crossing Tribulation Realm. It was no exaggeration to say that Yang Yiyu was an ant. Not

to mention anything else, the difference in cultivation realm alone was a whole realm. Yang Yiyu had no advantage over Cheng Weikang.

Even if Yang Yiyu and Cheng Weikang were equal in cultivation, so what?

How many people in the entire cultivation world could be on par with these Saint Land elite disciples?

The only people who could be on par with Cheng Weikang were the genius elites from the other eight Saint Lands.

Every Saint Land elite disciple was able to suppress those of the same realm, and even those who could fight across levels.

This was recognized by the cultivator world.

It is also true, because the holy land itself is a behemoth, with the most comprehensive and rich cultivation resources in the entire cultivation world. The elites of the holy land are even more so in terms of cultivation. Whether it is cultivation methods, magical skills, combat skills, resources, etc., they are all first-class.

They are all outstanding people who have been trained step by step to the elite hall since childhood. It is not surprising that they can kill cultivators of the same realm in seconds.

However, what shocked Cheng Weikang at this moment was that Yang Yiyu was obviously a great perfection in the fusion realm, but he was only able to force a head-on collision with him and barely lost.

This was the first time Cheng Weikang met such a person, which really made Cheng Weikang very excited.

Of course, what shocked Cheng Weikang was not only that Yang Yiyu could rely on the fusion realm to fight against him, who was in the late stage of the tribulation.

It was the means that Yang Yiyu showed.

Means from three aspects.

The first one was the method of confronting him with the Great Perfection of the Fusion Realm, and the second one was the rune mark that Yang Yiyun had just shown when he was confronted with him. This kind of rune mark was very familiar to Cheng Weikang. After thinking for a while, he suddenly thought that the rune mark used by the boy in front of him was actually the same as the rune mark of the Changsheng Temple, or the magical fighting skills.

Although the boy did not use the magical fighting skills of the Changsheng Temple, it was definitely in the same line as the magical fighting skills of the Changsheng Temple. Cheng Weikang knew that he was not wrong about this. The

Changsheng Temple, one of the nine holy places in the cultivator world, was simply called the Changsheng Temple. In terms of combat power, it was definitely in the top three. Not many people in the entire cultivation world dared to provoke the people of the Changsheng Temple, because the Changsheng Temple possessed the Changsheng Supreme magical power with extremely powerful combat power.

Cheng Weikang didn’t expect that the boy in front of him could actually display a magical power similar to the magical skills of the Changsheng Palace. Although it looked powerful when displayed by someone without the Changsheng Palace, and it was not the magical power of the Changsheng Supreme, it was definitely related to the Changsheng Palace.

The third thing was that Cheng Weikang saw that Yang Yiyun could actually use a stone to smash the red tiger under his seat. If he knew that the red tiger was a real existence of the Great Perfection of Crossing the Tribulation, even if he wanted to subdue the red tiger, he would have to use some means. But the boy in front of him just used a stone to smash the red tiger away, which was incredible.

There were also women and monsters that pounced on the Seven Star Sword Slave. In Cheng Weikang’s eyes, they were all extraordinary. They all seemed to be led by the boy in front of him.

Could this boy be a monster hidden in the Changsheng Palace?

Cheng Weikang was a little unsure at this moment. As an elite disciple of the Wanling Holy Land, his mother was the Holy Mother of Wanling, and she knew more secrets than ordinary people.

Cheng Weikang knew that in the nine holy lands, in addition to those elites, there were also some monsters in the blood pools of the major holy lands.

Those monsters that were hidden in the snow may not look like they have a high level of cultivation, but when they exert their strength, they are all monsters.

Each of them is a terrifying freak.

It is rumored that the freaks that can be hidden in the snow by the major holy places are at least half a million years ago, and five thousand years ago. Before being hidden in the snow, these freaks were all people who cultivated their realm to the peak of cultivators, but for some reason they did not ascend.

After these people were hidden in the snow, it was equivalent to starting a new round of cultivation, similar to nirvana, but I am different from nirvana rebirth. Nirvana is often due to helplessness, which is equivalent to starting over from the inside out.

However, the hidden freaks are nirvana recultivation. After waking up or being awakened after a certain period of time, they will practice again and cultivate their realm from scratch, which is equivalent to re-experiencing the great way of cultivation and comprehending the powerful power of the great way, which is essentially different from normal cultivators.

And these freaks can use the power of the snow even if they are re-cultivating, which is equivalent to inheriting the power of more than five thousand years ago.

The freaks who can hide and dare to hide can be said to be the best among the best. When they are born and re-cultivated, they will be very fierce and terrifying.

Sometimes, a cultivator of a small realm such as a small golden elixir or a primordial infant can kill a cultivator of a higher realm in one move. Such people are often the freaks hidden in the snow.

Of course, hiding Nirvana is not without risks and costs. Once hidden, it will take at least half a million years. If it does not wake up at a certain time, it will never wake up and will be eternal death.

So the freaks hidden in the snow are all freaks. They have to be cruel to themselves and have to work hard to hide them. They also need unique secret methods to support the hiding.

There are freaks hidden in the snow in the nine holy places, but they are very few. The more ancient the holy places are, the more freaks they hide, but this is just a few.

For example, in their Wanling Holy Land, Cheng Weikang heard from his mother Wanling Shengmu that there are three hidden monsters.

Among the nine holy places, perhaps only the Changsheng Palace has the least number of hidden freaks, because the history of the Changsheng Palace is not long, just a little more than ten thousand years, but the Changsheng Palace has the strongest combat power, just because of the combat skills and magical powers of the Changsheng Supreme. In

more than ten thousand years, the Changsheng Palace can hide freak-level disciples at most twice, and very few can succeed.

The appearance of Yang Yiyu today made Cheng Weikang suddenly think, could Yang Yiyu be the one who awakened the freak hidden in the Changsheng Palace?

Otherwise, how could he fight against him who was in the late stage of the Crossing Tribulation with his fusion realm? Are the spirit beasts and strange stones around him extraordinary?

Only the hidden freaks have such strength and accumulation, and only those with extraordinary talents can follow them.

It was because Cheng Weikang thought of these that he did not rush to act for a while, because he was not sure what kind of person Yang Yiyu was. He

did not dare to act rashly…

At this moment, Cheng Weikang looked at Yang Yiyu, and Yang Yiyu’s eyes were also staring at Cheng Weikang. Neither of them moved. If Yang Yiyu knew that Cheng Weikang thought of him as a hidden disciple of the Changsheng Palace and did not dare to act rashly, he would probably laugh out loud.

On the other side, it was already very hot. Lu Yanzhi’s poison skills of the Great Perfection of the Evil Poison Body were completely shining in this hall.

Although the seven dwarfs were all masters, they were also Cheng Weikang’s Seven-Star Sword Slaves. A set of Seven-Star Sword Formation was varied and powerful.

The seven of them were originally seven brothers who were born from the same mother. By chance, they were subdued by the Holy Mother of All Spirits. They were placed beside their son Cheng Weikang since childhood and became Seven-Star Sword Slaves. The Seven-Star Sword Formation they cultivated was an ancient sword formation that should not be underestimated.

At first, the seven dwarfs did not take the attacks of Lu Yanzhi and the Five Elements Beast seriously, because in their eyes, both the Five Elements Beast and Lu Yanzhi were only at the early and middle stages of the Tribulation. The seven brothers were all at the late stage of the Tribulation. Under the combination of the Seven-Star Sword Formation, they were in tune with each other and could easily overwhelm the Mahayana, let alone Lu Yanzhi and the Five Elements Beast.

So the seven dwarfs or Cheng Weikang’s Seven-Star Sword Slaves were careless. They did not expect Lu Yanzhi to be a poison cultivator, or even a natural body of evil poison, and now she is still a poison cultivator with a great body of evil poison.

After the fight, the Five Elements Beast covered Lu Yanzhi, and Lu Yanzhi directly used poison, and colorful lotus flowers grew from her hands, which were very beautiful, but the brilliant lotus flowers were extremely poisonous.

Lu Yanzhi rained lotus flowers on the seven dwarfs, and by the time the seven dwarfs reacted to resist, the flowers were already half gone.

Even if the seven of them were on guard at the beginning, it would be difficult to overcome Lu Yanzhi’s lotus poison, because the poison of disaster is pervasive, invading the flesh and the soul, and corroding everything in a moment.

After the lotus blossomed in the field, Lu Yanzhi activated the poison of disaster with a delicate breath, and the next moment the seven dwarfs all screamed.

“Ah… I can’t see…”

“My arm is rotten…”

“My soul is beginning to dissipate… “

“My flying sword and soul have lost contact…” “My

purple palace is broken…” “My

meridians are ruined…”

The seven dwarfs shouted in fear.

“Master, leave quickly, this witch is a poison cultivator, a congenital poison cultivator, leave quickly…” The last seven-star sword slave yelled at Cheng Weikang with blood flowing from his seven orifices.

(End of this chapter)