Chapter 673 Go on stage to grab bones!

They thought of the same thing and decisively activated the Wanli Youlong and teleported back to the Black Cloud battlefield.

The black cloud battlefield has collapsed, leaving only the turbid air barrier enveloping the altar battlefield.

But after the previous fierce battle, and in Wangchuan Fairy City, Zeng Jiede directly stole the Earth Lung Turbid Air Barrier, causing the Turbid Air Barrier to become very thin, and the channel created by the Guixu Black Ball before still existed and had not been repaired.

The Wanli Youlong flew through the passage and into the altar battlefield.

There is a formation protecting this place, and Wanli Youlong cannot pass through directly.

Seeing this scene, Lord Wangchuan, who was far away in Wangchuan Fairy City, frowned deeply.

"Look, the bone is back on top of the altar." Qing Chi exclaimed, then looked at Luo Si and Ning Zhuo, "How did you two guess that?"

Ross said nothing.

Ning Zhuo smiled slightly: "Simple. When the Earthly Evil God fights, it will be replenished with strength. This is obviously due to the transmission of the formation."

“Although I can’t identify the formation here, I already know it has the power of teleportation.”

"After the Heavenly Ghost Skull flew out, the Forgotten River tributary didn't follow it, which is also a big question."

"Combined with these two, it indicates that the Lord of Wangchuan Prefecture may be able to use this formation to directly teleport the wandering Heavenly Ghost Skull back."

Qing Chi looked at Ning Zhuo with admiration: "Xiao Ma, you have become so smart! You are much smarter than before!"

Ning Zhuo's eyes turned sharp as he looked towards the altar: "The Buddha's shadow has dissipated, and the Lord of Wangchuan has regained the Heavenly Ghost Skull. We must not let him succeed!"

"Otherwise, all our previous efforts and sacrifices will be in vain."

Qing Chi thought of his father and suddenly his face was filled with anger and resentment: "Xiao Ma, you are right, we must not let the Lord of Wangchuan get what he wants!"

Luo Si has been concentrating on thinking about how to break the deadlock.

The altar stood quietly in the center, as solid as a mountain.

The altar is surrounded by a tributary of the Forgotten River.

The skull of the Heavenly Demon was placed on top of the altar. It was no longer shrouded in blood-red light, but now covered in a layer of misty yellow dust, which was the remains of the Earthly Evil God.

Ning Zhuo once again faced the old problem - how to break through the tributary of Wangchuan!

However, compared to before, there were only three of them left on the altar battlefield. Of course, it was obvious that the Lord of Wangchuan had already ordered the troops to arrive. He was even on his way.

Therefore, Ning Zhuo doesn't have much time.

He still has to race against time!

"Let's split our troops into three groups first." Ning Zhuo thought for a moment and gave the order.

The three of them left the mechanical dragon and split into three directions, ready to rush in at any time.

They communicated with each other using their spiritual consciousness and took action at the same time.

The Lord of Wangchuan was fully focused, commanding the tributaries of Wangchuan from afar, blocking left and right. He would rather let go of Qingchi and Luo Si than stop Ning Zhuo.

"To ascend the altar, three conditions must be met simultaneously."

"Among the three of you, I'm probably the only one who can do it!"

Ning Zhuo secretly thought that something was wrong.

The previous shadow of the Buddha of Nirvana fell into this trap and was successfully plotted by the Lord of Wangchuan.

Qing Chi and Luo Si are just cover, Ning Zhuo is the key figure, and only he can ascend to the altar.

But the Lord of Wangchuan Mansion also saw this and took strict precautions against Ning Zhuo!

"A relentless attack on the tributaries of the Forgotten River? This would consume too much combat power and delay the battle too much."

"Alas, Boss Sun also meets the requirements. It would be great if he were here!"

At this moment, Ning Zhuo missed Sun Lingtong very much.

On the banks of the Forgotten River.

"Cough, cough, cough..." Zeng Jide bent down deeply and coughed violently. His ghost body trembled continuously and he spit out a series of soul breaths.

His breath dropped to the bottom, showing unprecedented weakness.

"Senior!" Sun Lingtong was extremely concerned.

Zeng Jide turned his head and stared deeply at Sun Lingtong: "You little brat, you went to Wangchuan Immortal City with ulterior motives, right?"

Sun Lingtong touched his nose and said frankly, "Senior, I've figured it out. This is what's going on."

"Hehe! That's why you couldn't wait to try to steal these cobblestone cores. In fact, you wanted to trick me into helping you." Zeng Jide took a deep breath and steady his breath.

Sun Lingtong smiled awkwardly and said, "Senior, I was wrong..."

Zeng Jide waved his hand: "I didn't expect that I would be tricked by a little brat like you. Hey, what deep hatred do you have with the Lord of Wangchuan that you want to ruin his path?"

"Looking at the City Lord's Mansion's intense reaction, these small and large stones I stole must be very important!"

Sun Lingtong hesitated for a moment.

Zeng Jide frowned and said, "Forget it, it's better if you don't say anything."

"Our fate has ended, so we part ways."

Although he said so, Zeng Jide still took out a talisman and threw it to Sun Lingtong.

"Attach the talisman to your body and run straight away. Get as far away from the Wangchuan Underworld as possible!"

"Never underestimate the strength and means of a prefecture ruler."

"The reason we were able to wreak havoc in Wangchuan Immortal City was also a coincidence. The Lord of Wangchuan was under attack from all sides and had no time to spare. The power of the entire Wangchuan Underworld was severely weakened and was at its weakest."

Seeing that Zeng Jide was still willing to help her, Sun Lingtong immediately showed gratitude: "Senior..."

"Hey, little brat, you owe me a big favor. See you again someday!" Zeng Jide waved his hand and disappeared out of thin air, leaving Sun Lingtong, a little boy, standing by the wide river with a lost feeling.

Sun Lingtong tried to contact Ning Zhuo, but still failed.

He thought about it, then immediately took out the black blood paper horse and ran towards the Water Burial Valley.

"The mission assigned to me by Buddhist Doctor Meng Yaoyin is probably complete. If things go as they should... I should be reuniting with Ning Zhuo's mother!"

Altar battlefield.

The tributaries of the Wangchuan River flowed endlessly, shuttling and flowing with extraordinary agility, blocking Ning Zhuo's several sprints and breaking all of the latter's breakthrough plans.

Ning Zhuo suddenly grinned and took out the magic mirror.

The mirror light shot directly onto the altar, sending out the Shadow Blade Night Tiger!

But the next moment, Meng Yehu's figure was shrouded in yellow dust and mist, and he lost contact with Ning Zhuo.

"Oh no." Ning Zhuo's expression changed slightly.

Luo Si sent a telepathic message, reminding him, "Young Master, this yellow dust is released by the Earth Spirit of Lord Wangchuan. It has the power to contaminate magical treasures and even destroy spirituality."

Ning Zhuo gritted his teeth. How could he not know this? He just didn't expect that the Evil God had already collapsed, and the yellow dust left behind was still so powerful.

"Meng Yehu is like this. If I want to reach the top of the altar, I have to go through a large cloud of yellow dust. How can I solve this problem?"

While Ning Zhuo was asking himself this question, Luo Si suddenly took action.

He took out the remaining half of the Wangchuan ferry line and used the fishing technique [Jiuyuan Leakage Bag] again.

"Now!" Luo Si shouted loudly, controlling the water-leaking hood to protect Ning Zhuo.

Ning Zhuo gritted his teeth, seized the opportunity, controlled the Cang Tie Han Jia, and shot forward quickly.

His flying ability helped him immensely in this battle. His transformation of the Cang Tie Han Jia was crucial and his contribution was invaluable!

The tributary of the Forgotten River was blocked by the drainpipe, and much of the water flowed through the mesh and flowed in other directions. The tributary, which was originally vigorous and powerful, was drained too much, immediately slowing down the force and speed of the sprint and return.

Ning Zhuo therefore rushed to the altar!

"Success!" Qing Chi cheered.

But new tests are looming.

Ning Zhuo rushed into the yellow dust and felt difficulty breathing, his movements were stiff, and his magic power and thinking were also difficult to function.

"Everything and everything lights up and the calamity is coming!"

Ning Zhuofu was blessed in his heart, and the prophetic poem flashed through his mind again and again.

He took out the Qianmo Lantern.

This lamp comes from the Wanxiang Sect and is the one that best corresponds to the "Wanxiang Lamp" in Ning Zhuo's hands.

It is an octagonal prism, four feet two inches high and one foot eight inches thick, with a domed top and a square bottom, implying the principle that the sky is round and the earth is square.

The light was dim and yellowish, seemingly powerless, but it easily separated the yellow dust!

This is because the special feature of this lamp is that it can greatly adjust the local geomancy, create fertile soil and fields, and open up paths and roads.

What the evil and filthy gods of the earth transform into are mostly the turbid air of the earth and lungs. If this is not the earth's energy, what else can it be?

The most important thing is that this split spirit has dissipated. No matter how strong the turbid air in the lungs is, it is just a natural treasure without anyone to control it.

“No!!!” At this moment, Lord Wangchuan widened his eyes and lost all his composure.

In front of Ning Zhuo, the yellow dust and earth air automatically separated under the reflection of the light, forming a spotless passage.

He walked forward, his pace becoming slower and slower.

The invisible pressure is as heavy as a mountain, vast and majestic!

This is a pressure that comes from ancient rituals and points directly to the source of life. It is the power of heaven!

The pressure acted directly on his soul, causing Ning Zhuo to have auditory hallucinations, as if he heard the wailing, prayers, mumbling, and laughter of billions of living beings!

The divine sea was shaken violently, like a raging sea.

Distractions and emotions surged, seemingly drowning Ning Zhuo's mind and preventing him from thinking calmly.

Ning Zhuo groaned, and the Qingjiao Army's military strength receded like the tide and could not be strengthened.

Ning Zhuo's soul was stimulated, and although it was shaking violently, it was also accompanied by heavy pressure and began to emit a soul halo.

Although the halo is not huge, it is as condensed as fine steel!

Ning Zhuo was as firm as a reef in the raging waves. Although his speed was getting slower and slower and his steps were getting shorter and shorter, he was always moving forward, even if it was just a little bit and an inch at a time!

Ning Zhuo felt as if his feet were filled with molten lead. Endless hatred and resentment penetrated into his body, like billions of corrupt maggots gnawing at his body!

This is the curse on heaven and earth and the hatred towards all living beings when the celestial ghost died tragically.

Ning Zhuo was enveloped by a resentful aura, causing bursts of green smoke to emerge from his body, a burning smell to be emitted, and excruciating pain to pierce his heart.

Ning Zhuo let out a low cry, stirring up the fierce military energy within him, which erupted with fury! A thick, bloody murderous aura emanated from his body, fierce, fierce, and filled with the resolute will to kill on the battlefield.

The resentment and jealousy were overcome by the military evil, and they were defeated step by step.

Ning Zhuo was like a Shura wearing blood-red armor. With every step he took, his feet exploded a burst of blood on the steps, and he struggled to carve out a foothold!

Junsha's energy was being consumed rapidly, his face turned from white to red, blood was oozing from his clenched teeth, but his pace was gradually accelerating.

He survived the most difficult moments in the early stages and gradually adapted to the terrifying pressure.

The soul is subjected to rigorous testing and becomes several times more condensed.

On the way, he also found Meng Yehu.

Meng Yehu's body was covered in yellow dust, his spirit clouded, and he couldn't be awakened even when called. Ning Zhuo had more important things to do, so he put it away and left it for later.

Ning Zhuo finally stepped onto the last step and reached the top of the altar.

Ning Zhuo reached out and picked up the Heavenly Ghost Skull.

I can’t lift it!

It's just a piece of skull, but it's as heavy as a mountain.

At the same time, a chill arose from the deepest part of Ning Zhuo's heart. It was a coldness that penetrated deep into his bones, as if he was being judged by fate and scrutinized by heaven and earth.

This is not what you should take.

You don't deserve it!

You are not qualified!!

Click, click...

There was a sound of shattering.

Ning Zhuo looked down and saw cracks appearing on the dragon jade pendant on his belt. Dragon energy gushed out and flowed into Ning Zhuo's body.

In just a moment, Ning Zhuo suddenly raised his hand, and the ghost's skull became very light in an instant. Caught off guard, Ning Zhuo almost lost control and fell backwards.

The dark blue skull, right in front of him, exuded a mysterious aura that made Ning Zhuo dazed and dazed.

"Be careful!" Qingchi and Luo Si shouted together.

But the Lord of Wangchuan Mansion had already calculated Ning Zhuo's reaction. At the critical moment, he tried his best to pull the tributary of Wangchuan like a dragon with its head raised, directly climbed up the altar, and swallowed Ning Zhuo in one gulp.

Ning Zhuo eventually fell into a tributary of the Wangchuan River!

hula.

The tributary of the Forgotten River receded and became a winding river, connected at the beginning and end, circling the altar.

The string of beads left behind by the Lord of Wangchuan had completely disintegrated, causing him to completely lose control of the Wangchuan tributary.

But he had achieved his goal.

Seeing Ning Zhuo drowning, he kept muttering: "Die, die!"

"No!" Qing Chi ran towards Ning Zhuo regardless.

Luo Si pressed her shoulders and said, "Wait a moment!"

"General Qing, calm down. I have a way to rescue the young master."

Qing Chi turned around suddenly: "Do you have a solution? Tell me now!"

Luo Si took out a spare fishing rod, fishing line and hook, quickly put them together, and handed them to Qing Chi: "I will teach you fishing skills!"

Qing Chi was stunned, then woke up in shock: "Although I have lost fish before, but... your fishing skills must be better than mine, you are more likely to succeed!"

But Roth immediately shook his head and revealed the harsh truth: "To fish in the Lethe River, the bait must be memories and emotions, which are extraordinary."

"We need to use the memories and feelings associated with him to rescue the young master."

"And the time I've spent with the young master is too short. Without a heavy bait, there's no way I'll be able to hook him."

"General Qing, you are the only one who can save the young master! Don't hesitate any longer, hurry up!"

Qing Chi gritted his teeth, took the fishing rod in a panic, and cast the fishing line under Luo Si's instructions.

This step went quite smoothly. After all, Qingchi lived in a dark and humid swamp and had relatively rich fishing experience.

The tributary of Wangchuan River is relatively clear. Qingchi and Luo Si can see the fishhook reaching into the tributary and hooking Ning Zhuo's body.

Qing Chi was overjoyed and quickly raised his fishing rod, trying to fish his lover ashore.

The hook was firmly lodged in Ning Zhuo's clothes. The fishing rod was bent, and the line stretched straight, but it couldn't rise at all. Instead, it drooped as Ning Zhuo sank.

Qing Chi's heart trembled as he thought of what Luo Si had just said.

She must use her past memories and feelings as bait to rescue her lover!

(End of this chapter)