Uncle Ming's expression changed, and he suddenly remembered that Zu An still had such a killing move. He rushed over in an instant.
At that moment, a lantern slowly rose, its light shining on him, causing him to freeze in place.
However, he sneered, "You think you can trap me with a mere counterfeit Changxin Palace Lantern?"
After saying that, he waved his sleeve, and countless silk threads shot out, instantly rolling up the lantern so that not a single ray of light could pass through.
Then he stretched out his hand, and the silk threads tightened instantly, tearing the lantern to pieces.
Yu Yanluo let out a muffled groan, and a trickle of blood spilled from the corner of her mouth.
Her creation of these magical artifacts through painting was bound to cause a backlash, let alone now that the artifacts have been destroyed.
Uncle Ming grinned maliciously and pounced on the two of them. The strong wind that came at them made it difficult for them to breathe.
Zu An's expression changed drastically. He knew that with the other party's cultivation level, which was comparable to that of a Grandmaster, there was simply not enough time for him to finish reciting the imperial edict at this distance.
Just as he was about to pull Yu Yanluo away to escape, he suddenly saw Yu Yanluo's hair bun suddenly come undone, and her long black hair moved on its own without any wind.
A terrifying aura rose throughout the cave.
Because Yu Yanluo was standing in front of Zu An with her back to him, he didn't see the red glow suddenly appear in her eyes.
"You are..." Uncle Ming's pupils contracted sharply, and his voice stopped abruptly, because he felt his whole body become incredibly heavy, and his body surface seemed to show signs of hardening.
He was horrified and hurriedly used his internal energy to dispel the strange symptoms in his body, so he naturally had no energy to speak.
The only saving grace was that the opponent's cultivation and strength were not strong enough; otherwise, she would have been turned into a stone statue in that one exchange.
With the Golden Silkworm Divine Skill covering his entire body, he broke free from his opponent's restraints in the blink of an eye.
"Hahaha, I never expected to have such an unexpected gain today. You are mine, and everything you have will be mine."
He charged forward like a madman, his aura reaching its peak, and he showed no mercy in his attacks.
However, thanks to the time Yu Yanluo bought, Zu'an had already finished chanting the imperial edict.
A terrifying aura gathered in the cave, and a golden face appeared in the sky above the cave, vaguely resembling the current Emperor Tai Shi.
"No!" Uncle Ming was terrified. He could no longer care about the two of them and turned to run away desperately.
At the same time, countless silk threads gushed out, setting up defensive lines behind him.
At this moment, the golden figure in mid-air moved. He slowly opened his eyes, and two golden beams shot out.
The previously impervious and incredibly resilient silkworm silk melted and pierced through instantly, like snow meeting the scorching sun.
No matter how fast Uncle Ming was, he couldn't outrun the speed of light, and he was struck by the golden light at almost the same time.
He screamed in agony, and then his whole body burst into flames.
Then his whole body burst into flames, turning into a fireball almost instantly.
Uncle Ming's shrill screams rang out, and suddenly a cloud of black mist flew out from the fireball.
Upon closer inspection, it turned out not to be black mist at all, but rather a host of black parasitic wasps.
These parasitic wasps did not gather together; they flew in different directions as soon as they emerged.
"Oh no, this is the parasitic wasp's survival skill. As long as one of them can escape, he can rise from the ashes again," Yu Yanluo's worried voice came.
There were so many parasitic wasps, and they were all flying in different directions. In the blink of an eye, they had all flown far away, and it was too late to stop them.
"Don't worry, if he escapes, the Emperor won't deserve the title of the strongest in the world," Zu'an comforted him.
Sure enough, before he finished speaking, the golden face in mid-air blurred for a moment and finally transformed into the shape of a sun.
Countless golden rays of sunlight shone down.
Under the bright sunshine, there was nowhere to hide.
The parasitic wasps buzzed and screamed, and almost at the same time, each of them started to smoke and then burst into flames, burning to ashes in just a few breaths.
A powerful figure vanished into thin air in the blink of an eye.
After all this was done, the golden face in mid-air gradually dissipated, and the terrifying pressure gradually returned to normal.
Although Zaun and the Emperor's split souls had clashed in the secret realm, seeing this scene still made them swallow hard.
"This Uncle Ming schemed and plotted, yet he ended up like this," Zu An sighed deeply.
"It's a pity that Yan You's body was destroyed." Looking at the pile of ashes on the ground, Yu Yanluo's eyes were full of sorrow.
She was about to say something when she swayed and then collapsed limply to the ground.
Fortunately, Zuan reacted quickly and caught her in his arms, thus preventing her perfect face from making intimate contact with the ground.
"Madam, what's wrong?" Zu An asked hurriedly, only to see that the other party's face was extremely pale, without a trace of blood.
No matter how he called out, she didn't answer. Feeling that she was barely breathing, Zu An was shocked. How could she be so badly injured?
There was no time to return to Cloud City, so he hurriedly took out a healing pill and gave it to the other person, then used his internal energy to heal the wound.
Fortunately, although the other party was seriously injured, their life force was still relatively stable, so it was not beyond saving.
It just so happens that the fourth level of the Primordial Chaos Scripture can heal people and cure diseases, so Zu An did not delay and began to sit cross-legged on the ground to open up her meridians and guide the medicinal properties of the healing medicine to spread.
However, it was a bit troublesome for her to sit there. He knew that she was sensitive to cold, and that the process of expelling the poison from the bull's milk had also greatly depleted her energy.
If she were to sit directly on the ground now, the chilling energy of these millennia-old ice blasts would seep into her body while she is severely injured, potentially leaving her with lifelong, incurable health problems.
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