"Luoyu Slope is the road I must guard. As long as I have a breath left, I will not allow anyone to pass through this place... But human nature is ugly. If I don't leave a few corpses around me... I'm afraid those people will not be able to be persuaded to leave, so..."
Su Ruochu laughed, her smile carrying a hint of wickedness: "You four brothers, leave your lives behind."
"Little girl, who exactly are you?" The second brother was both shocked and angry: "Although our Hunyuan Sect has suffered misfortune in the past two years, our elders are still alive. If you dare to kill us, our elders will not let you off easily."
"Do you know what kind of person would threaten others like this?" Su Ruochu smiled faintly, the coldness on her face instantly turning into murderous intent.
"The loser..."
With a flick of his right hand, a burst of energy locked onto the four people.
As a sharp, laser-like golden light appeared, four plumes of blood mist rose from the four people.
Thump... thump...
With four muffled sounds, the four arrogant masters of Hunyuan Gong fell to the ground, becoming four corpses.
After dealing with the four people, the murderous intent in Su Ruochu's eyes gradually disappeared.
Four experts from the Heavenly Realm stood before her like chickens being slaughtered.
She returned to the spot where the bluestone had been, sat down cross-legged, slowly closed her eyes, and entered a meditative state once more.
On the summit of Giant Spirit Peak, Ye Xingchen stood, his gaze fixed on Jinluo City in the distance, never wavering.
When he saw several groups of people moving towards Giant Spirit Peak in the distance, he couldn't help but smile.
He knew, of course, that this was because the city lord of Jinluo City had offered a large sum of money; it was just a pity that these people could only be used as cannon fodder.
The rules of this world are mostly set by the strong.
The strong control most of the world's resources. Sometimes, even if you leave behind a seemingly insignificant bone, those people will pounce on it like mad dogs.
It's understandable that these people are rushing here; they're just risking their lives here anyway.
Looking at the time, it was already 10 a.m. If Zhang Shih-hao's formation hadn't gone wrong, he should have finished about two-thirds of it by now, right?
I hope he can finish before noon, so I can end all of this sooner.
Ye Xingchen stopped looking at the people surging towards them from afar, because he knew that these people would never get past Su Ruochu and Si Qianyu.
Outside Jinluo City, Zhang Shihao used the "Swift as a Thousand Miles" symbol, making him extremely fast.
In a flash, he stopped in a certain spot.
His body was covered with various colored flags, and he chanted incantations: "Yi Wood, Gui Water, this is the Gate of Life, we need the Spirit Flag..."
He reached behind his back with his right hand, and six array flags appeared in his hand. He leaped up and threw the flags forward: "Return to your positions..."
Several array flags returned to their positions, and then he made a hand seal, causing the array flags to slowly disappear from the ground.
This is the Concealment Technique, which can conceal objects in front of you with magic, making them invisible to the naked eye. After all, he is currently too close to Jinluo City, and if someone discovers the flag planted on the ground, they are very likely to come out and cause trouble.
The formation is of utmost importance and absolutely cannot go wrong. It would be best to complete it before noon. If that is not possible, then the goal can only be set for dusk, when the sun sets and the sky and earth meet at the horizon, which is also when the power of heaven and earth in the fortune chart is at its strongest.
He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, then staggered and nearly collapsed from exhaustion.
Zhang Shihao quickly sat down, leaning against a rock. He took out a pill, swallowed it, and then closed his eyes, slowly recovering the lost internal energy.
After a moment, he opened his eyes, breathed a sigh of relief, and stood up.
Seeing that he still had nearly a hundred array flags on his body, he still had to search around for their locations and place them one by one.
"Ye Xingchen, Ye Xingchen, this time I set up the array for you."
"Some of the sins of those who died in Jinluo City should also be attributed to me."
"I hope you have a conscience, and I also hope I made the right bet this time."
After muttering these words to himself, Zhang Shihao regained his spirits. He took a step forward, his figure becoming a blur as he dashed forward once more.
At noon, at the end of the ten-mile plank road, Si Qianyu was still sitting in the pavilion, while sixty or seventy people were lying haphazardly on the open ground at the end of the plank road.
Some of these people were seriously injured, some had their tendons and muscles severed, but most of them were lying on the ground, already cold.
Si Qianyu remained calmly seated in the pavilion, her swords Bichen and Qijie still sheathed at her waist, for these people were not worth drawing her blades.
Even her plain-colored long dress was not stained with a single drop of blood.
She looked in the direction of Jinluo City. It was noon, and she still hadn't received any news from Zhang Shihao. It seemed that the array activation was not yet complete, and it looked like she would have to hold out here for a while longer.
Ye Xingchen glanced at the time; it was already noon. It seemed that Zhang Shihao had not completed the array activation, and he had to activate the River and Mountain Fortune Map at this time.
Slowly, the map was laid flat on the ground. As spiritual energy was injected into the map, it instantly enlarged, forming a huge array phantom.
Jinluo City and the surrounding ten miles were all displayed before Ye Xingchen's eyes.
This image resembles a three-dimensional representation, with mountains and rivers clearly visible within its semi-transparent, ethereal form.
Ye Xingchen was not in a hurry. He kept changing the shape of his right hand, sometimes circling, sometimes dotting, and gradually injecting his power into the displayed fortune diagram.
Meanwhile, thousands of miles away in Yanjing, Xia Xueming and Yi Anchen were playing chess.
"Old Xia, can't you give me a half-piece?" Yi Anchen was sweating profusely from being chased by Xia Xueming. Seeing that he was about to lose this game, he glared at Xia Xueming, threw the chess piece in his hand onto the chessboard, and quit.
"Who is your Imperial Preceptor Yi Anchen? He knows everything from astronomy to geography, is an expert in the I Ching, and has the art of Qimen Dunjia all in his mind. To let you have him? Isn't that an insult to you?" Xia Xueming laughed heartily and put down the chess piece: "It's noon. I'll have some dishes prepared. I have a pot of good wine here. Shall we have a few drinks?"
"I haven't touched alcohol for decades, but since you're in such high spirits, let's have a few drinks," Yi Anchen said with a slight smile.
The chessboard was put away, and four side dishes were laid out. Xia Xueming took out a pot of osmanthus wine that had been buried under a big tree for decades, poured it into the pot, and then poured two more cups.
The two old men raised their glasses, clinked them together, and then drank them down in one gulp.
"The wine is full of the fragrance of osmanthus, it's good." Yi Anchen nodded repeatedly after just one sip.
"Why would you quit drinking?" Xia Xueming shook his head and said, "You have no idea how much fun you'll miss out on if you quit drinking."
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