Chapter 665 Breaking the Formation?

Faced with Sun Lingtong's proposal, Zeng Jide slowly shook his head.

"inappropriate."

"I came here to steal some treasures from the Wangchuan River. I took advantage of the opportunity and took advantage of it."

"The Painted Skin Rakshasa is going to hinder the Lord of Wangchuan's path."

"If we help her escape, even if it's to protect ourselves, it would be inappropriate. It would be easy for Lord Wangchuan to think we're in the same group."

"If you stand in his way, you will undoubtedly create a mortal enemy, and he will most likely never let it go for the rest of his life!"

Zeng Jide's spiritual consciousness returned, and he gave earnest advice: "We are a super-large sect. Although we are mainly engaged in thieves and are not afraid of offending a prefecture or a country, we must also consider the greater interests."

"How can we become mortal enemies with the Lord of Wangchuan Prefecture based on what we have gained? It's too much of a loss, it's not worth it!"

Sun Lingtong thought to himself, "As expected."

Zeng Jiede's reaction was not beyond his expectations.

If he had forced it before, he might have parted ways with Zeng Jide by now.

"only……"

"I am the son of destiny brewed by the heavens in the mortal world, and the greatest calamity to the Lord of Wangchuan Mansion."

"Mr. Zeng, by helping me this time, you are helping me. Regardless of success or failure, in the eyes of Lord Wangchuan, you are on the same side with us."

Zeng Jide was kept in the dark and didn't want to offend the Lord of Wangchuan, but in fact he had already offended him to death!

But it's not his fault.

Sun Lingtong was only at the Foundation Establishment stage. Zeng Jide would never have thought that two young Foundation Establishment cultivators would be so bold as to obstruct the path of Lord Wangchuan.

What’s the difference between this and an ant provoking an elephant?

Sun Lingtong frowned and said with deliberate embarrassment, "But, if we don't use the Painted Skin Rakshasa, how are we going to escape from here?"

Zeng Jide thought he was just worried about his own life, so he sent a telepathic message and scolded him with a smile, "Boy, are you scared now? Where's the enthusiasm you had when you ventured into the Forgetful Ferry without knowing anything back then?"

"I will not help this Painted Skin Rakshasa."

"This woman is a demon cultivator, extremely cruel. She enjoys killing innocent people and skinning them to make treasures. Especially when she uses human skin to make painted skin, she tortures them to the utmost, allowing fear, resentment, and other things to deeply penetrate the skin, making the painted skin look lifelike."

"I can't stand this guy!"

"In fact, Wangchuan Immortal City guides people to be good, giving soul cultivators and ghost cultivators a chance to start over and make a new look."

"Compared to Painted Skin Rakshasa, I have a better impression of Wangchuan Fairy City."

The Bukong Sect is not a demonic sect, but an evil sect.

People in the evil sects are often both good and evil, generally lying between the righteous and evil paths, and are not bound by common customs.

"Let it be, let it be..." Sun Lingtong reminded herself mentally, and on the surface, she suddenly said, "So that's how it is. This demon cultivator is so cruel. If we rescue her, she might turn against us and turn against us first!"

Zeng Jide continued to close his eyes and regulate his breathing while comforting him, "Don't worry, since I can bring you in secretly, I can also bring you out!"

"I just collided with that gold medal and was seriously injured."

"I've finished recuperating and my strength has been restored. Leaving here safely won't be a problem!"

Sun Lingtong was curious: "Gold medal? What is that?"

Zeng Jide generously pointed out, "That's one of the national treasures. Every time it's used, one becomes less. It's a consumable. Apparently, we just triggered the arrangement made by Lord Wangchuan, attracting one of the gold medals."

"The national strength contained in this is insignificant. Fortunately, no one is presiding over it... If the Lord of Wangchuan Mansion were here and took action personally, I'm afraid I would be killed in one blow!"

Zeng Jide was still frightened and didn't care about exposing his embarrassment in front of his juniors.

"Okay, if you have any questions, let's talk about it after we leave here and get to a safe place."

Zeng Jide devoted all his efforts to recuperating.

Sun Lingtong was secretly anxious, but there was nothing she could do. She could only "let nature take its course" and obey orders obediently.

Zeng Jide rested for half an incense stick of time and slowly opened his eyes.

His injuries have basically recovered.

"Alas, I still had to use a elixir of the Divine Transformation level." Zeng Jide was only in the Nascent Soul stage. Without a higher-level healing elixir, it would be impossible for him to recover so quickly.

During this period, Sun Lingtong had no idea how many thoughts were lingering in his mind.

Several times, he almost couldn't help himself and wanted to take action himself to destroy the magic circle and release the Painted Skin Rakshasa.

But in the end, he held back and chose to believe the words of Buddhist doctor Meng Yaoyin.

Just let it be!

Zeng Jide stopped sitting cross-legged, stood up, and picked up Sun Lingtong with one hand again.

Stealing technique - Shadow Escape.

The old man and the child turned into a black shadow again, escaped from the formation space like water, and returned to the city lord's mansion.

The City Lord's Mansion is still heavily guarded.

But Zeng Jide's strength has recovered a lot and he is no longer as embarrassed as before.

Just as he promised, a moment later, he successfully took Sun Lingtong away from the City Lord's Mansion.

The two appeared in an alley.

Sun Lingtong no longer placed her hopes on Zeng Jide. "Perhaps, I will need to act alone from now on. Mr. Zeng is no longer the key figure."

Zeng Jide naturally didn't know Sun Lingtong's true thoughts, and said proudly, "Well, young man, I didn't lie to you, did I?"

Sun Lingtong immediately gave Zeng Jide a thumbs up and flattered him several times.

Zeng Jide laughed a few times, a gleam in his eyes: "The boy is a little insincere, and the praise is superficial and perfunctory."

Sun Lingtong chuckled: "I, the junior, admire your methods very much. But..."

Zeng Jide: "But what?"

Sun Lingtong scratched his head: "But, I always feel that this theft is not satisfying enough."

Sun Lingtong was just speaking from his heart, but these unintentional and sincere words made Zeng Jide stunned.

Sun Lingtong was puzzled: "Senior? Senior?"

Zeng Jide's face darkened, his brows furrowed as he stared towards the City Lord's Mansion, a look of shame and annoyance on his face. "Well, what a good Lord of Wangchuan Mansion."

He patted Sun Lingtong on the shoulder and said, "Boy, it's really nice to travel with you. Thanks to your reminder, I almost fell into the trap of the Lord of Wangchuan Mansion!"

Sun Lingtong was even more confused: "Huh?"

Zeng Jide gritted his teeth, snorted coldly in the direction of the City Lord's Mansion, and then said, "Boy, do you dare to come with me into the City Lord's Mansion again and rob it from top to bottom?"

Sun Lingtong did not expect Zeng Jide's attitude to change so drastically.

He nodded quickly: "That's great!"

Zeng Jide laughed heartily: "Boy, you are just a Foundation Establishment cultivator, yet you are more courageous than me."

Sun Lingtong quickly bowed and complimented, "You're here, Master Zeng. If I were alone, I'd definitely get the hell out of here right now."

Zeng Jiede was delighted to be trusted by the younger generation whom he admired.

He laughed, grabbed Sun Lingtong's arm, and disappeared again, sneaking into the City Lord's Mansion.

Altar battlefield.

Luo Si was in a difficult situation as he was fighting endlessly with the evil god of filth.

Ning Zhuo was floating in front of the tributary of Wangchuan River, not daring to step beyond the line.

He took great pains to push the ice coffin into the tributary, and at the very beginning, froze the river surface.

But with the awakening of the true form of Lord Wangchuan, Ning Zhuo's plan was completely thwarted.

The Lord of Wangchuan held a string of beads in his hand, twisting them between his fingers to control the movement of the Wangchuan tributary.

If Sun Lingtong were here, she would be able to recognize at a glance that there are many Wangchuan vortex eyes on the beads. Each vortex eye is full of magical weapon level!

This kind of natural magic weapon often has a single function, but it is targeted.

No man-made magic weapon could possibly affect the Forgotten River to this extent, but a magic weapon like the Forgotten River Vortex Eye could easily do so.

In essence, they were born from the Lethe River and are one.

The aura of Lord Wangchuan was surging all over his body. He maintained the spell, controlled the tributary, and swallowed the ice coffin into the innermost part of the tributary.

Here, a vortex formed, trapping the ice coffin.

The cold air from the ice coffin continued to overflow, freezing the tributaries, but the vortex continued to rotate, throwing out the ice and attracting the water.

When the ice cubes were thrown out of the tributary, they were affected by the magic of Lord Wangchuan and quickly turned into water.

Relying on this method, Lord Wangchuan wrapped the ice coffin inside and isolated himself from Ning Zhuo.

Facing two gods at the same time, Ning Zhuo felt like he was falling into an ice cave.

How can we fight this?

The gap between the two sides is really too big!

But the initial bewilderment soon disappeared, and a sharp gleam flashed in Ning Zhuo's eyes: "Lord Wangchuan's true form... seems to be very weak."

If not for this, the Lord of Wangchuan would have flown out of the Wangchuan tributary and killed Ning Zhuo long ago.

But he still stayed in the tributary, even when dealing with the ice coffin, he used a tactic of wearing down the enemy. For a while, he could no longer attack Ning Zhuo outside the tributary.

"Lord Wangchuan is so weak, can I take advantage of this opportunity to force my way across the Wangchuan tributary?"

Ning Zhuo shook his head and gave up this bold idea.

The interior of the Wangchuan River tributary was constantly freezing over, while the outer part was surging and surging. If Ning Zhuo forced his way across, he would be immediately swept in. At that time, the Lord of Wangchuan would likely seize the opportunity to attack Ning Zhuo and drown him!

"But the ice coffin is lost. How can I solve the problem of crossing the river?"

Ning Zhuo frowned, feeling quite embarrassed.

He almost solved this puzzle. But the key answer, the ice coffin, had been lost, and the timely awakening of Lord Wangchuan's true form caused Ning Zhuo to fail!

Ning Zhuo gritted his teeth and thought quickly, but could not come up with any solution.

He subconsciously stroked the mechanism ring, which remained quiet.

Ning Zhuo's heart sank again, and his previous guess came to his mind again.

He immediately changed his mind, silently praying to himself to force his way across the tributary of the Forgotten River, then turn back to assist Luo Si and engage in close combat with the Earthly Evil God...

The mechanism ring was dead silent.

"Sure enough, the talent in the ring is suppressed."

"Did this situation start the moment we set foot on the Black Cloud battlefield?"

The answer to the ice coffin fell into the hands of the enemy, and the mechanism ring could no longer give Ning Zhuo a clue.

The mechanical ring helped Ning Zhuo a lot, which made the big-headed boy panic. He couldn't help but think: "This is impossible. Should we retreat?"

He was shaken.

But in just a moment, this hesitation was suppressed by him!

"My mother, my boss and the others are on another journey. They are pinning their hopes on me. How can I let them down here?"

"The fate of the living world has brought me to this stage, it certainly wasn't to send me to my death."

"Since the Lord of Wangchuan Prefecture was able to temporarily detain the ice coffin and suppress the attacks from the Yang World, I can definitely make changes and create more opportunities."

“It’s a tough challenge!”

When Ning Zhuo thought of this, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and his fighting spirit rebounded and continued to soar.

He was not unfamiliar with this dilemma.

Wasn’t it like this in Huoshi Fairy City and Lava Fairy Palace?

Ning Zhuo's strong fighting spirit calmed him down again and he began to think about how to break the deadlock.

"The ghost tide is surging and the white paper is in danger. A lone wild goose holds a candle and breaks through the sky curtain. The guest star should shine on the north of Wenshu. The lights of all things will be lit and the catastrophe will be destroyed." He once again recited the prophetic poem in secret.

"The guest star should shine on the north of Wenshu..."

He chewed on this sentence.

According to the order of the poem, the first line "A lone wild goose holds a candle and breaks through the sky curtain" has already come true. So the next line "A guest star should shine on the north of Wenshu" should be the answer.

Ning Zhuo already had an idea about this poem.

When he was in Baizhi Fairy City, he specially gave the sacrificial text of the Heavenly Ghost Transformation Ceremony to Wen Runyu, a Confucian cultivator, to interpret.

Ning Zhuo not only got the answer to the interpretation, but also received a lot of help from Wen Runyu!

"What this poem reflects is breaking the formation."

"In other words, breaking the formation here is the right path?"

"What kind of formation is this? Where are the base and center of the formation? Where is the center of the formation?"

Ning Zhuo was completely in the dark about this and knew nothing.

He looked at the altar from afar and wondered, "The altar is obviously the core. Perhaps it's the heart of the formation?"

But even if the guess is correct, it is useless.

If he wanted to break through the altar, he had to cross the tributary of the Forgotten River first, which created a dead end.

He looked around again.

This pitch-black battlefield was enveloped in endless evil energy from all directions, forming a thick barrier.

A flash of inspiration flashed through Ning Zhuo's mind: "Could it be that we should actually retreat and face the large formation on the Black Cloud battlefield again?"

He felt that this answer was probably correct, but looking in the direction of Ross, he couldn't help but hesitate.

The ears of Lord Wangchuan were filled with the sound of crashing water.

"Yin Jiuzhu is the biggest enemy in my life!" Lord Wangchuan sighed in his heart.

The Hanyuan Ice Coffin Candle sealed the Dark Dragon Shears. Even if the Lord of Wangchuan took action, he could only continue to wear it down, and there was still some distance to go before it could be broken.

This is because the Hanyuan Ice Coffin Candle is not simply of the ice attribute, but is the result of the fire element reversing the water element, and then adding the yin element to achieve the ice attribute.

This is one of Yin Jiuzhu's signature skills. If it were easy to crack, he would be unworthy of being the ruler of a prefecture.

"If we can take back the Dark Dragon Shears, everything will be easy!" Lord Wangchuan kept twisting the beads.

Click, click...

With subtle sounds, cracks appeared on the surface of several Wangchuan vortex eyes.

The Lord of Wangchuan showed his strength, but his actual condition was extremely bad. Even when he took action to control the tributaries, he almost relied on the beads in his hand, which could not even provide much mana support, so that the beads were constantly consuming his own energy.

Ning Zhuo's insight was correct. In this state, the Lord of Wangchuan's combat effectiveness was quite worrying, and it would be safer for him to stay in the tributaries of Wangchuan.

(End of this chapter)