Chapter 185 Is there no last resort?

"You know you are weak and lack strength, so why are you so close to me?"

After hearing this, the Fifth Prince's wife applied medicine to him with some anger, and he gasped in pain.

"I hid far enough. If I had stayed farther away, it would not have been good. Who knew they would get closer and closer, and I don't know who pushed me in."

His luck was really bad. He didn't want to cause trouble, but he was pushed in.

The Fifth Prince was frightened and held the Fifth Prince's wife's hand: "Niannian, be gentle, it hurts me to death."

The Fifth Prince's wife looked weak, but she was very strong in applying the medicine.

"Next time I encounter this kind of thing, I'd better run farther away. Anyway, everyone knows that I'm timid and can't stand being frightened."

The fifth prince sighed and stroked the smooth-furred white cat in his arms with his fingers.

People who are timid and afraid of things will not be found. They will leave a lot of things unattended and can't run away.

"Meow~"

The little white cat lay on the fifth prince's legs, stretched out his waist, stared with big round eyes, and patted the jade pendant on his waist with its little paws.

"It's good that you know."

The fifth prince's wife gently applied the medicine, her eyes slightly lowered, and the color of her eyes falling on the fifth prince's face was dark and unclear.

"Nian Nian, I have to go out for a while. You should rest well at home and don't wait for me."

The Fifth Prince's wife nodded gently: "Okay, you come back early."

"Well, I'll come back as soon as I'm done."

After applying the medicine, the Fifth Prince sent his wife back to the room, closed the door, and hurriedly left the house.

The window of the room was slightly open, and a soft cat's cry sounded. The woman leaning against the window did not obediently go to bed, but half leaned against the window, holding the white cat, and gently stroked its head with her fingers.

"Meow~" The white cat rubbed against her and made a soft sound obediently.

The Fifth Prince's wife breathed very slowly. The room was dark, and the light from the corridor came in through the window slit and fell on her face.

The pale and cold face, the dark eyes could not see a single ray of light. Outside the imperial city, several figures fell to the ground.

Waves of invisible white mist floated in the air, making it impossible to see the surrounding environment or the direction of progress. "Fellow Daoist Feng, can't you find the broken thread of this formation?" You Wu Yu walked out of the mist and looked at Feng Bu Du who was sensing. Feng Bu Du, dressed in green, held a folding fan in his hand, with his arm straight and the fan open, with a faint spiritual light flashing. The spiritual energy like threads swirled and swirled on the fan, spreading out in strands and weaving through the clouds and mist. "They used more than just formations, there are too many things mixed in, I can't crack it for a while." Feng Budu opened his narrow peach blossom eyes, his expression was slightly cold, his slender fingers flexibly rotated the fan, the crisp closing sound was crisp, and with a wave of the folding fan, countless spiritual energy was taken back. "Formation is just one of them. The person who set up this barrier is not simple, and his cultivation is far beyond me." Feng Budu felt it carefully, his brows wrinkled slightly, if he continued to delay and could not enter the imperial city, it would not be a good thing, Shengsheng and Chen Changsheng were still inside. "Hahahaha, if it really doesn't work, then think of another violent way to break the formation. I don't mind splitting the imperial city of the Great Zhou in half with one sword!" A sharp and swift black figure passed through the white mist and suddenly landed on the ground not far from Feng Budu and the others. It exploded with a loud bang, and the entire ground was scattered by the powerful spiritual energy impact. Thick smoke mixed with dust splashed everywhere. Wen Rugu waved his hand casually, and all the dust and mist flying towards them were dispersed. A tall figure in black appeared. The arrogant and arrogant man carried a big knife and laughed wildly at Wen Rugu, who was dressed in white. "I'm free anyway, why don't you fight with me, Wen Rugu? Let's see whose sword is more powerful and more crazy." Wen Rugu ignored the fighting maniac and looked at Jia Jing and Zhang Xichen, asking with a bow: "Do you have any solution to the problem in front of you?" The Buddhist sect and the Taoist sect are also very good at prohibition. The barrier in front of them is not only mixed with formations, but also with many strange ways. The Buddhist son Jia Jing has a face like Guanyin and a compassionate look in his eyes, as if he can save all living beings at any time. "Amitabha, I am willing to give it a try, but I still need your cooperation. The art of destiny is integrated here. The person who set up this barrier must be from the world of immortal cultivation and has extraordinary cultivation. The art of destiny is closely related to everyone in the Great Zhou Imperial City. Buddha has mercy on me. I will never sit idly by, if..." "Jia Jing, please shut up." Taoist Zhang Xichen smiled slightly, and a gag talisman appeared in his hand: "No need to say so much, you just need to find the key points, okay?" "Don't force me to put a gag talisman on you." Buddhist son Jia Jing looked at Zhang Xichen with compassionate eyes, and there was a hint of disappointment in his eyes that the child is incorrigible: "Please allow me to refuse. It is also my responsibility to explain carefully to all donors. How can Mr. Zhang..." "Zhang Xichen, you better silence him, or I'm going to beat him up!" Luo Mingyin, who was not far away, chopped down countless trees with a knife, and his voice was a little irritable. The path of cultivation of the Buddhist disciple Jiajing was different from others. Even if he was deaf and blocked all sounds, he could still hear his slow voice entering his heart bit by bit. Jiajing's pronunciation was clear, his voice was warm and compassionate, and every word was very calm, without any fluctuations. For people with bad tempers, it was like a torture. Every time he heard him speak, Luo Mingyin wanted to grab his neck and force him to finish his words quickly. "Donor Luo, you are possessed." The Buddhist disciple Jiajing shook his head lightly and sighed. Looking at the silence talisman in front of him, he chose to shut his mouth. "Jia Jing, you really should choose a path of cultivation with the master. Silent Zen is the most suitable path of cultivation for you." Seeing that he was silent, Zhang Xichen put away the silence talisman in his hand. This was a talisman he made specifically for the Buddhist disciple Jia Jing, which could make him shut up for a long time and purify everyone's ears.

"Let's go, it's time to solve the problem in front of us. If we delay any longer, who knows what will happen."

Feng Budu waved his folding fan, suppressed the corners of his lips that were about to curl up, and still couldn't laugh in front of these three people, otherwise, he might be in trouble for a while.

The last layer of the Xuanyuan clan's restriction is really powerful, powerful and concealing all the secrets of heaven, and because of the art of destiny, it is closely connected

with the mortals in the city, and it cannot be broken by force. As long as the immortal cultivators have a conscience, they will not take force to break it, and after discovering the blood sacrifice, those who are willing to get involved in it are basically people with conscience.

Those who set up barriers are calculating every step.

But there has never been a real plan in the world. No matter how powerful the calculating person is, there will always be a little loophole.