Chapter 662: The Main Body Awakens
The huge rocks influenced each other, and suddenly one of them was pushed towards Ning Zhuo by the repulsive force.
The rock deviated from its previous direction, and Ning Zhuo happened to pass by!
"Hurry!" At this moment, Ning Zhuo's heart seemed to be gripped by an ice-cold hand and instantly rose to his throat.
He put his legs together, his palms spewing fire, aimed backwards, and accelerated with all his strength!
More military support!
Cang Tie Hanjia's speed broke the record and he successfully left the huge rock behind.
The Five Elements Golden Elixir Wheel spun wildly on his chest, emitting a dazzling light, and the elixir power poured out like a flood, supporting this terrifying consumption.
The golden wings behind him kept cutting the air, making a continuous, piercing scream like tearing silk.
From time to time, he would fling out a few, or even a dozen, mechanical golden swallows, manipulating them to collide with the flying rocks. Sometimes they would both perish, and sometimes they would deflect the trajectory of the giant rock, leaving Ning Zhuo with a way to escape.
"Hmph!" Seeing Ning Zhuo still approaching the ice coffin, the Earthly Evil God clasped his palms in front of his chest.
The next moment, the turbid air from the earth's lungs rolled down and condensed into a small island above Ning Zhuo's head!
Ning Zhuo was gripped by great terror.
Ning Zhuo didn't need to look up, his spiritual sense scanning the surroundings made him realize how dangerous his situation was!
The huge rock above the head was as big as an island, pressing down directly, as if a piece of the sky had collapsed, falling heavily with unparalleled and terrifying power that could crush everything.
A huge shadow enveloped Ning Zhuo, and the terrifying gravity caused Ning Zhuo's speed to drop sharply.
At this moment, all the magic arrays in Cang Tie Han Jia were wailing!
Ning Zhuo released a large number of mechanical golden swallows.
Jin Yan flew into it like a moth to a flame, and the flames of her self-explosion were instantly swallowed up by the giant monster, not even making it tremble!
Ning Zhuo mobilized all means and made a full sprint.
"Can't avoid it!"
When Ning Zhuo calculated the result, a feeling of cold despair arose spontaneously.
"Xiao Ma!!" Qing Chi exclaimed.
She was still in the passage and saw this scene.
The ghost girl ran over without thinking.
As she galloped, she shed crystal tears.
"It's too late, too late!"
"No, Ma!"
“No, no—!”
In her anxiety, a lightning storm seemed to have swept through her mind, and countless thoughts surged and then exploded in an instant.
She reviewed the military books she had read before, with the vision of saving her sweetheart in her heart.
"Is there any way? Can we make Xiao Ma go faster, even faster?!"
This vision was so strong that Qing Chi realized a military strategy on the spot.
The Art of War - Speed is the essence of war!
This is the most classic and most commonly used military strategy, but Qing Chi has never been able to comprehend it.
Now, the situation forced the girl's outstanding military talent to be squeezed out, allowing her not only to have an epiphany, but also to successfully activate it on the spot.
A lot of military strength has been consumed!
Ning Zhuo's speed suddenly increased!
The terrifying propulsion force was like a huge hammer, hitting Ning Zhuo's back hard.
Buzz—Crack!
The mecha let out a terrifying groan that made one's teeth ache, as if it was about to disintegrate in the next second!
At this moment, Ning Zhuo's vision turned black, blood turned red at the edges of his vision, and his eyeballs almost burst.
The severe pain in his hips and back reached its peak, and he could even hear the creaking of his bones under the heavy burden!
The dark iron armor seemed to have transformed into a ray of golden light, and under the pressure of the world-destroying giant rock, it forcibly tore open a way to survive.
call out--!
At the moment when the giant rock on the island was about to crush him completely, Cang Tie Hanjia rushed forward with a sharp sonic boom and a long flame tail, at a subtle angle almost sticking to the surface of the giant rock on the island, brushing the edge of destruction!
Unbelievable!
Ning Zhuo rushed out of the shadow of certain death! And the huge ice coffin was not far ahead!
Ning Zhuo's momentum slowed down slightly and he bumped into the tail of the ice coffin.
He placed his hands on the ice coffin and began to push it towards the tributary of the Forgotten River with all his strength.
The ice coffin began to fall, and the speed was getting faster and faster.
The terrifying cold air it emitted flowed along the palm of Cang Tie Han Jia and began to terribly corrode Ning Zhuo.
It was fine at first, the cold air just happened to cool down the overheated armor.
But soon, Ning Zhuo began to shiver from the cold.
The temperature dropped so quickly, as if it had fallen directly from the Flaming Mountain into a thousand-year-old ice cave!
Ning Zhuo gritted his teeth and pushed the ice coffin with all his strength, refusing to let go.
The evil and filthy god of earth was furious!
He exerted all his strength, but was unable to stop Ning Zhuo, allowing Ning Zhuo to successfully push the ice coffin.
We must not let the ice coffin fall into the tributary of the Forgotten River!
The battle between the Lord of Wangchuan and Yin Jiuzhu had already revealed the power of the Hanyuan Ice Coffin Candle, which had almost completely frozen this tributary of the Wangchuan River.
“Stop!” The evil and filthy god roared, and the billowing black smoke spewing out of his head instantly turned into a deep dark red.
The dark red and black smoke intertwined into a giant hand that covered the sky, carrying a power that could destroy the world, and slapped towards Ning Zhuo.
The attack had a small coverage area, but it locked onto Ning Zhuo.
Seeing the distance getting closer, Ross shouted, tightly grasped the cracked fishing rod with both hands, and threw the hook with all his strength.
Fishing skills - fishing for the world!
bite!
There was an extremely crisp sound, like ice crystals shattering in a glass cup.
The Three Lives Hook appeared in the body of the Earthly Evil God.
Ross raised his rod suddenly.
Buzz! The fishing rod vibrated violently, groaning under the immense weight!
“Roar--!” The evil and filthy god let out an unprecedented roar of pain.
His body trembled violently, and the dark red smoke hand he was controlling suddenly lost control, dissipating for the most part, and its power plummeted.
Ning Zhuo felt the pressure ease and the cloud of death dissipated again.
The Cang Tie Hanjia spewed out a tongue of fire that was more than ten feet long, and in a state of being on the verge of collapse, it pushed the ice coffin to gradually accelerate.
The terrifying coldness of the ice coffin had severely eroded Ning Zhuo, causing him to lose sensation in his hands and arms.
The heavy ice coffin was pushed faster and faster by Ning Zhuo's desperate efforts, like the hammer head of an ice hammer thrown by the giant spirit, breaking through the last distance and smashing into a tributary of the Forgotten River.
Plop!
Crack! Crack! Crackle! Crackle—!!!
With the ice coffin as the center point, the water in the Forgetful River solidified instantly!
The white frost spread rapidly in the tributaries, and wherever it went, the flowing river water turned into pale white ice.
"No!" The evil god roared and rushed towards the tributary of the Forgetful River in frustration.
The fishing rod in Ross's hand broke into pieces, and he half-knelt on the bronze chariot, spitting out blood.
Qing Chi had already fallen in the passage. She had overworked her brain, bleeding from all seven orifices, and was exhausted. She used up her last bit of strength to keep her eyes open. When she saw Ning Zhuo successfully push the ice coffin into the tributary, she felt relieved and fainted completely.
"Success!" Ning Zhuo was overjoyed. The blue iron armor on his body had completed its mission. Each component had reached its limit and fell off from Ning Zhuo with horrible scars and deformations.
"Freeze the tributaries, and I'll be able to ascend the altar."
Even though the evil god of filth and dirt was chasing him, Ning Zhuo still felt happy.
Because the altar was now vulnerable, he could completely seize the initiative and cooperate with Luo Si to keep the Earthly Evil God at bay!
But at this moment, the real body of the Lord of Wangchuan in the tributary of Wangchuan suddenly opened his eyes.
He sensed the danger and was awakened from his deep sleep.
"Huh?!" In just a moment, he understood the situation.
Mobilizing his spiritual consciousness and magical power, he created a huge wave in the tributary of the Wangchuan River.
The freezing speed suddenly decreased by 80% and was resisted.
The river water rushed, forming a gurgling undercurrent, which wrapped around the ice coffin like a dragon or a python and dragged it into the river.
The Lord of Wangchuan's true form sneered in the river: "Good boy, you are my greatest calamity."
“No!”
"I also want to thank you for returning my Dark Dragon Shears to me."
Ning Zhuo couldn't help but change color.
He suffered a loss in intelligence and did not know that the real body of Lord Wangchuan was hiding in a tributary.
At the critical moment, Lord Wangchuan actually woke up!
He controlled the tributaries of Wangchuan River and controlled the spread of frost with one move. So much so that Ning Zhuo's recent desperate struggle seemed like an active gift to the Lord of Wangchuan Mansion!
The gap between the past and the present made Ning Zhuo feel suffocated.
Because of the action, the aura of Lord Wangchuan's true form leaked out.
God transformation level!
With two great gods in the process of transformation, how can Ning Zhuo, a young foundation-building cultivator, deal with this?
"Didn't Old Man Gray Bone say that I could only face an opponent at the Nascent Soul stage at most? Did he miscalculate?!" At this moment, Ning Zhuo felt despair again.
The Immortal City of Wangchuan.
City Lord's Mansion.
A child's figure moved around among the bookshelves, his little hands constantly touching the resumes on the shelves.
As soon as he touched it, the resume disappeared from its original place and was moved into the child's storage bracelet.
The old man Zeng Jide beside him stroked his beard and nodded, commenting with satisfaction, "You've laid a solid foundation, boy. You've executed the basic stealing techniques like it's instinct."
"However, you have so many resumes of Wangchuan Underworld officials, but they are of little use."
"If you really want to make a fuss about your resume, the most basic condition is to consume national strength."
"The secondary condition is that the official position is higher. Only high-ranking officials can deal with lower-ranking officials."
"You can't use the power of Wangchuan, and you don't have an official position in the Wangchuan Underworld. So these resumes are just observation intelligence at best."
"But this intelligence tends to be superficial. If you want to get into the private part, you either have to investigate it yourself or buy it from an intelligence organization."
Sun Lingtong wiped his nose: "Is that so?"
As he spoke, his hands continued to move.
He chuckled, "I think it's a rare opportunity to come here, but I'm taking a lot of risks."
"It would be a bit unreasonable not to steal something back."
"A thief never leaves empty-handed."
"Even if they don't have much value, they are very useful to the underworld of Wangchuan."
"Whenever I think about the expression on Lord Wangchuan's face when he comes here and sees the empty bookshelves, I want to laugh."
“Hehehe…”
Zeng Jide was also amused and felt that Sun Lingtong was more to his liking.
Sun Lingtong collected all the resumes here, and then slipped away with his fellow seniors.
Zeng Jide led Sun Lingtong and sneaked quietly in the City Lord's Mansion.
A team of well-equipped patrolling monks, each using different detection methods, passed by in orderly steps.
Whether it was the departure of Lord Wangchuan or the forced intrusion of Painted Skin Rakshasa, they both made them extremely alert and stimulated their full patrol efforts.
Zeng Jide grabbed Sun Lingtong's arm, jumped up, turned into a pool of shadow, and merged into the low grass.
Stealing technique - Shadow Escape!
Sun Lingtong was shocked.
The grass was clearly visible, and it was scanned by more than a dozen detection methods in succession, but no one could find the old and young people from the Bukong Sect hiding in the grass.
The moment the patrol guards turned the end of the corridor, Zeng Jiede moved.
He pulled Sun Lingtong and jumped like a civet cat. After jumping out, he took a few steps and climbed onto the wall.
It's broad daylight!
The patrolling monks never missed the opportunity to scan the roof.
But Zeng Jide always managed to seize the opportunity when they were detecting him and choose the most correct action, whether it was lying in wait or moving forward in big strides.
When he advanced, he did so with such audacity that he was almost reckless.
But it was not discovered!
Sun Lingtong's eyes widened, and he shouted in his heart: "What a wealth of experience it must have to have such stealth skills!"
Jumping around on the roofs, Zeng Jide and Sun Lingtong were able to quickly move through the city lord's mansion, which had many buildings and a complex layout, and quickly approached their target.
Zeng Jide was still holding Sun Lingtong's arm, hiding in the shadow of the eaves, and making way for several teams of patrolling monks.
Sun Lingtong was secretly wondering why Zeng Jide stopped moving forward. The latter communicated with him through his spiritual consciousness: "This is it."
Sun Lingtong:?!
He was so close to Zeng Jide, but he didn't notice him using any other means. Zeng Jide had already detected the interior of the house without his knowledge.
Zeng Jide pulled Sun Lingtong and flipped to the roof nimbly and silently.
Sun Lingtong's body was light, like a piece of paper or a shadow, following closely behind Zeng Jide.
Zeng Jide stretched out his skinny fingers and casually scratched and pressed on the roof. Several seemingly integrated glazed tiles were directly peeled off, revealing a gap that was only wide enough for a civet cat to pass through.
Zeng Jide, the short man, crawled in.
Sun Lingtong widened her eyes and saw with her own eyes that Zeng Jide seemed to have no bones. His body shrank at will, and the weight of his body seemed to disappear, and he "flowed" smoothly into the house.
They landed soundlessly on the floor tiles.
Zeng Jide stood on the small tile floor and didn't move forward. Sun Lingtong's hair stood on end, and she followed his example, not daring to move.
Because Sun Lingtong knew that the defensive array in the house had not been dismantled. If it were him, he would definitely choose the door or window as a breakthrough point, try to break the array, and then step by step to enter.
However, Zeng Ji De was a man of great skill and courage, and he was trapped in a magic circle in the city lord's mansion of a royal city, which was also the king's palace.
Zeng Jide looked around with his cloudy old eyes, and curled his lips slightly, revealing a hint of disdain.
He stretched out his hand, pointed in the air, pressed or tapped, and his fingers shone with spiritual light, causing gusts of spiritual wind in the air.
After only three breaths, he stopped.
"Safe." He strode forward.
Sun Lingtong immediately breathed a sigh of relief and began to move freely in the house.
He looked around and found a treasure house. On the shelves, a large number of precious materials were stored in compartments, each classified and with its own appearance.
The more Sun Lingtong looked, the more surprised he became, because he found that he knew nothing about these precious materials.
(End of this chapter)
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