Chapter 86 Little Pear Blossom~ To break the deadlock, everyone needs to show their fangs.
A black figure suddenly loomed larger above the rooftop, and a childish voice, filled with anger, rang out, "Burning Sky Tower, rise!"
"Stop him!" Mo Ziyan, who had run over from a distance, lost his composure for the first time. His natal sword, Qingli, burst forth and shot straight at the tower spirit. "We absolutely cannot let him activate the Burning Heaven Tower!"
Tang Wanwan's aura instantly surged to the Golden Core stage, and the Xuanfeng Sword, blazing like fire, and the Qingli Sword, one red and one blue, exploded with countless sword lights.
The dark figure was struck by the sword light, fell onto the roof, and spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Golden Eyes, open!"
The moment the golden card was activated, Huali's pupils suddenly contracted, and her dark eyes seemed to be ignited by golden flames, spreading with dazzling golden light inch by inch.
Everything in her field of vision suddenly faded: the gray village, the flickering firelight, the villagers' terrified and distorted faces all receded like the tide, revealing a dark shadow.
It turned out to be a little boy of about three years old, his figure almost transparent but shrouded in thick black mist. He was struck down by a sword, sprawled out on his back, and then got up again.
Countless transparent lines connected to his body, with the silhouette of a tall tower looming over the other end of the lines.
"That's it! Quick, Immortal Master, kill it!"
Seeing that Mo Ziyan had actually driven the tower spirit back from the crowd, they became enraged, shouting, "It was he who destroyed our crops! Immortal Master, quickly capture the demon!"
The tower spirit, having gotten up, spat out a mouthful of blood and, without saying a word, formed hand seals again to open the tower.
"Stop it!" Tang Wanwan's eyes widened. "If the Burning Heaven Tower opens, all these innocent villagers will be absorbed into it!"
But the tower spirit spat, "I intend to use all these people as fertilizer for the monsters in my tower!"
Seeing that the tower spirit's persuasion was useless, Tang Wanwan and Mo Ziyan exchanged glances, a resolute look flashing in each other's eyes.
The two raised their hands simultaneously, and spiritual light suddenly appeared between their fingers. The celestial artifacts that were suspended in the four directions lit up instantly, and the four pillars of light converged to form a huge spiritual net.
The enormous loss of spiritual energy caused Tang Wanwan to cough up a mouthful of blood. She kept taking out life-giving pills from her Qiankun bag and swallowing them.
Large portions, all you can eat!
Seeing this, the tower spirit went even crazier, and the two spiritual energies kept colliding.
The rice and wheat seedlings outside the village were withering and about to die completely. Thinking that Baiwang Village would return to its former state of devastation, the old village chief grabbed the glass bottle, pushed through the crowd, and ran forward.
Huali was stunned for a moment when she saw this, but the tower spirit was faster than her.
He recklessly withdrew the spiritual power he had used to fight against Tang Wanwan and the other two, leaving the illusory image of the Burning Heaven Tower behind him to be destroyed, and stepped forward to tear the old village chief apart, shouting, "Don't go!"
"Ksitigarbha Entanglement, emerge!"
The rock dragon emerged from the ground, its sharp cracks slicing through the tower spirit's body while firmly protecting the old village chief in the middle, as the tower spirit crashed heavily to the ground.
At the same time, the Crimson Phoenix Sword came hurtling down.
Just as it was about to pierce the tower spirit's shoulder, a burst of green light shot up from the ground, and the golden rice paddy withered completely, while the scarecrows on the ridge turned to ashes.
The tower spirit's childish voice, trembling with tears, screamed in despair, "Zhaoheng!!!"
He abruptly turned to look at Huali, tears welling in his eyes. His youthful face was contorted with rage, his eyes bloodshot. "You just wait! When I become strong, I'll kill you all!"
Thick black mist exploded around him, and just as he bared his teeth like an enraged young beast, green light transformed into specks of light, enveloping him and disappearing.
Suddenly, Qizhi's father rushed forward from the crowd, shouting, "Karin, kill him!"
"Don't let him escape! Immortal Master, quickly chase after him and kill him!"
"Kill the monster! Kill the monster!"
Seeing that Huali didn't move, Aunt Qi stepped forward as well: "Aren't you Qizhi's friends? Give us some of your blood. A cultivator's blood can suppress Him. Our Qichun is still young and absolutely cannot die!"
Qi Chun's chubby body was jostled around in the crowd. "Waaah, I don't want to die! Monsters, eat me, eat my parents and sisters, but don't eat me! Waaah... Blood, go and bleed me out!"
In a flash, Huali grabbed Qichun's arm, "What did you say? Whose blood should be drawn!"
Qi Chun was so frightened by her appearance that she opened her mouth to cry, but Hua Li grabbed her by the collar and lifted her up into the air. Her eyes were cold and ruthless. "Shut up!"
Seeing that his tried-and-true method was useless, Qi Chun suddenly shut his mouth.
Children speak without restraint! Children speak without restraint!
The people here recognized her identity from the very beginning, which is why they couldn't help but observe her.
Qi Zhi's parents welcomed her into their home precisely because of her status as a cultivator, which is why they never bothered to verify whether she was Qi Zhi's friend.
This family never cared about Qizhi from beginning to end.
All they've done is want the blood of cultivators, to suppress it with their blood? Who? The tower spirit?
How could a divine-level magical artifact be suppressed by the blood of ordinary cultivators? Tang Wanwan also vomited blood just now, but it had no effect on the tower spirit at all.
Why is that?
When Karin's mind was a complete mess, a butterfly suddenly took flight beside her ear.
The Demon King's voice was like honey quenched on ice, cool and seductive, seeping into the eardrums, "Little Pear, when you can't figure things out—you should stir the water up even more."
Huali suddenly looked up, and the phantom of the Demon King was already standing behind her, his gilded mask gleaming in the shadows.
Yes, the tower spirit has been alerted, and the barrier of Luoyun Mountain has been broken.
The instant Huali's pupils contracted sharply, Luo Chuan flicked his wide sleeves, his black hair tracing a sharp arc in the wind. He maintained his nonchalant demeanor, "To break this deadlock—"
He flicked her brow with his finger, the force light but clearing her mind. "Let's show everyone our fangs first."
In that instant, all the unusual scenes in Baiwang Village flashed into her mind.
Why are the wheat ears in the fields so plentiful when the villagers have nothing to do all day? How could the deep-seated hatred that the tower spirit harbors for the villagers bring them such a bountiful harvest?
Fruits uncommon in the highlands, a rusty sickle by the door.
Children's careless play and wasted ears of wheat, the so-called "relying on the heavens for a living"...
Whom did they rely on?
A chill ran from the soles of their feet to their limbs and bones. But when the villagers saw that their pleas for Hua Li were useless, they all ran to kneel down before Tang Wanwan and Mo Ziyan.
The two people were frantically helping one up when the other knelt down.
In the noisy environment, everyone was weeping uncontrollably; the tears were real, and so was the panic...
Suddenly, Huali glanced at the old village chief beside her. He was holding a glass bottle tightly in his hand, and the red rope on his hand began to glow again, then faded, and this time it was even faintly white.
It's as if she's grasped a thread.
The old village chief, still breathing heavily with surprise and doubt, looked up to see Huali staring straight at him. "Where did you get your Immortal Binding Rope?"
The village chief's deeply lined face twitched unnaturally. "Didn't I already say he was a childhood playmate of mine?"
"Golden Eyes, open!"
On the village chief's withered wrist, the faded red rope moved automatically without wind, gleaming with the light of the gold card.
The Golden Eyes can hear all things.
This was the first time Huali had heard the sound of an object.
However, it was neither howling wind nor whistling, but a mournful cry.
Like a prisoner tossing and turning for countless days and nights, finally finding a crack to let out a mournful cry.
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