Chapter 667 Guest Star Ying Zhao Wen Shubei
The Cang Tie Han Jia is collapsing.
Countless wounds were torn and enlarged by the violent friction with the air, and peeled off piece by piece with the teeth-grinding sound of metal twisting.
Countless tiny space fragments hit the mechanical armor like hail, leaving dense deep pits and scratches. The clanging sound concealed a deadly murderous intent.
Some large space fragments hit or brushed past Ning Zhuo, causing his body to shake violently. His internal organs seemed to be shattered, and blood kept flowing out from the corners of his mouth and the gaps in his damaged armor, staining Qing Chi's clothes red.
This was because his five internal organs had been transformed by spiritual magic, giving him extraordinary endurance. Otherwise, such extreme speed and twists would have caused him to suffer from massive internal bleeding.
The space storm was like a prehistoric beast with its mouth wide open, carrying a tremendous force that could crush mountains and twist steel. It kept following Ning Zhuo, greedily devouring every inch of remaining space.
It only stopped when it reached the limit of the turbid air in the lungs.
The path to silence has completely disappeared.
The spatial storm seemed to begin to devour itself. In a few breaths, it completely wiped out all the turbulence and turned into a deep and dead nothingness.
Afterwards, this void was eroded and infused by a huge amount of turbid air from the earth's lungs, and was eventually completely submerged.
This place has once again become a strong earth energy barrier, but this time, Ning Zhuo does not have a second candle body to create a second path to silence.
In fact, the light goose of the Taisu Scattered Ruler also disappeared after constructing the channel for the first time.
It returned to its original shape as a ruler.
Ning Zhuo does not know the magic of the Lord of Baizhi City and cannot cast the Light Goose on his own.
Even he had a hard time using this valuable treasure. After all, it was a magical treasure, and Ning Zhuo's own magic power was too poor, only at the foundation-building level.
Ning Zhuo landed on the ground holding Qing Chi.
The Cang Tie Hanjia let out a sharp whine, and then a large area of the carapace shattered and peeled off, and then the disintegration quickly spread throughout the body.
This brand new mechanical armor was not used for long at all before it was completely broken down!
It can be seen how thrilling this life-and-death rescue operation is.
Now, Ning Zhuo can still clearly feel the icy touch of the void turbulence that seems to be able to freeze the soul!
His heart was pounding and his face was solemn.
By now in this decisive battle, he had been completely passive and on the verge of defeat.
The one who achieved this was a choice made by the Lord of Wangchuan. The silhouette of the Nether Dragon aimed at the Guiji Path with incredible sharpness and precision, achieving a fatal blow against Ning Zhuo and Luo Si!
Ning Zhuo's expression was extremely solemn.
He held Qing Chi in his arms, but looked back into the distance. Looking at the turbid air barrier that was as majestic as a mountain wall, he gritted his teeth secretly.
The situation is quite bad.
Now he and the Qingjiao army are on one side, and Luo Si is on the other side.
The turbid air barrier cuts off the flow of military power. Without the support of military power, how long can Ross hold out?
"The previous hesitation was unnecessary and not worth it!"
Ning Zhuo sighed inwardly, "I wonder if my transmission of consciousness to Luo Si during this thrilling escape reached him?"
He needed Ross to continue supporting him and buy time.
Time is of the essence!
He really needs time.
"Lord Qing Yan!!!" There was a cry of grief from the Qing Jiao army.
"Qing Chi!!!" Another ghost cultivator flew towards Ning Zhuo eagerly.
Jiao Ma's father also flew over the sacrificial military camp and shouted repeatedly, trying to calm the restless army.
Ning Zhuo narrowed his eyes and immediately realized that the Qingjiao Army was also very unstable and on the verge of collapse!
Even if this army was newly built, it could still provide the most crucial military support. Without this support, Ning Zhuo alone would not be qualified to participate in this decisive battle.
He must stabilize the Qingjiao Army!
The Qing Jiao Army was divided into two major groups. One was the Jiao Clan, which was very stable. The other was the Ghost Clan Qing Clan. With Qing Yan's death and Qing Chi's coma, these cultivators were completely disoriented and panicked. Their morale had plummeted to the bottom, and they were on the brink of collapse.
Supernatural power—life hangs by a thread!
At the critical moment, Ning Zhuo directly used his magical power on Qing Chi in his arms.
He quickly cast a spell, using detection and treatment methods on Qing Chi in turn.
"Qingchi, wake up, wake up quickly."
Qing Chi was a ghost. Ning Zhuo, Luo Si and Qing Yan risked their lives to save him. Surprisingly, his injuries were not serious and he recovered quickly.
With the help of magical powers, she opened her eyes.
After a brief moment of confusion, her eyes turned red and quickly filled with tears.
Ning Zhuo placed her upright on the ground, letting her stand, and held her shoulders with both hands: "Qing Chi, now is not the time to be sad. Do you want revenge?!"
Ning Zhuo asked loudly, stumping Qing Chi.
Ning Zhuo shouted again: "Your father is dead, and the culprit is Lord Wangchuan. He is the enemy who killed your father. Do you want revenge?!"
The sadness on Qing Chi's face was quickly replaced by anger and hatred.
Green flames appeared in the depths of her pupils, and she responded through gritted teeth: "Revenge! I must take revenge!!"
Ning Zhuo took a deep breath and looked directly into her eyes: "Now, the opportunity for revenge is right in front of us."
"You need to calm yourself down and lead the Qingjiao Army to continue stationing. I need you to help me and provide military strength."
"The more military power, the better!"
"Can you do this? Qingqing!"
"Only by working together can we thwart the Lord of Wangchuan's century-long plan, restore peace and tranquility to Baizhi Immortal City, ensure your father's sacrifice is not in vain, and seek justice for all the innocent lives that were sacrificed!"
Qing Chi took a deep breath and nodded fiercely: "Xiao Ma, I listen to you! Let's take revenge together!!!"
As she spoke, tears welled up in her eyes.
Ning Zhuo licked his dry lips. Facing Qing Chi's clear and fiery eyes, he found it difficult to face them.
He turned his gaze and looked towards the sky: "I cast a spell on you that will allow you to receive my spiritual consciousness in time and even receive my magical blessing."
He provided a cover for the life of the supernatural being.
"Trust me!"
"We haven't lost yet."
"Next, as long as I find the flaw in this magic circle, I can influence the battle situation again and come to Ross's aid!"
The Immortal City of Wangchuan.
City Lord's Mansion.
"Hey, I'm coming in again." Zeng Jide took Sun Lingtong and turned into a pool of black shadow, flowing in the gap like water, and slipped into the City Lord's Mansion again.
Before, he almost left the City Lord's Mansion.
But at the last moment, Sun Lingtong's words from the heart touched him and made him suddenly wake up: He also felt strange, why did he get the Wangchuan Vortex Eye so easily?
It is obvious that this was a trap deliberately set up by the Lord of Wangchuan Mansion, specially arranged for Zeng Jide to steal!
"Lord Wangchuan possesses the gift of being able to forget to return from drowning, which allows him to absorb the cultivation memories of others from the long river of Wangchuan."
"So, even though he's a ghost cultivator, he's also proficient in Confucianism and even more so in formations. The latter two points can be fully seen from his big move this time."
"But despite possessing such profound attainments in formations, he didn't add any formations to the Wangchuan Vortex Eye."
"This arrangement is obviously for me to steal. If you want this, just send me away."
"Then, they were worried that I would continue stealing here and cause a worse impact, so they launched a plan. With the support of the national strength, they launched a gold medal attack, forcing me to flee in disgrace."
“Okay, okay…”
Zeng Jide gritted his teeth secretly.
The perfunctory attitude of Lord Wangchuan was like giving alms to a beggar, which greatly offended the self-esteem of the great thief.
Especially around Zeng Jide, there are some younger disciples from the same school.
Moreover, this young junior was valued by Zeng Jiede, who admired him highly and thought he had great potential.
When the younger generation of the sect grows up in the future and recalls today, they will surely laugh: the merits of the seniors in the sect were just like this, and they were easily sent away by the Lord of Wangchuan.
Where would he put his reputation for having done good deeds?
Revenge, revenge must be severe!
So, Zeng Jide took Sun Lingtong and turned around and returned to the City Lord's Mansion.
"I want to teach Lord Wangchuan a lesson that will leave a lasting impression!"
This time, Zeng Jide led Sun Lingtong directly to the core of the City Lord's Mansion.
Zeng Jide still had no intention of helping the Painted Skin Rakshasa.
He still just wanted to teach Lord Wangchuan a lesson, rather than offend him to death.
"Huh? The defenses here are loose on the outside and tight on the inside, with a magic array laid out, quite grand. But it doesn't fit in with the surrounding defensive layout, it's weird and strange."
Zeng Jide quickly noticed something strange and was attracted over.
An old man and a young boy penetrated the formation space, came to the core area, and found a huge rock.
The stone is more than ten feet thick and nearly a hundred feet long, and looks like the fossilized spine of some creature.
There is a large amount of mud, lava, plant roots, etc. on the surface of the fossil spine, as well as many spiral twisted holes.
The huge rock is deeply embedded in the earth, and is constantly absorbing the energy of the earth's lungs on a terrifying scale.
"What is this?" Sun Lingtong asked Zeng Jide through his spiritual consciousness.
Zeng Jide: "This must be a precious earth element treasure, and it's using a magic circle to disperse its power. Weird!"
"Such a grand arrangement must be of great use."
At this moment, Sun Lingtong was so inspired that she almost clapped her hands, "That's a great idea! Senior, since the Lord of Wangchuan Mansion has been bullying us, let's steal it and teach him a profound lesson."
Zeng Jide was hesitant: "Will this... offend the Lord of Wangchuan Mansion?"
In a short time, he could not make out the details of the magic circle surrounding the boulder.
Black cloud space.
Rumble...
After a series of explosions, Ning Zhuo, wearing his third set of Cang Tie Han armor, squeezed into a pitch-black formation space.
There was absolute silence and suffocating darkness all around.
"The space storm almost took my life, but it also created many loopholes, allowing me to easily break in."
"Of course, there are two other reasons."
"First, the barrier of turbid air from the earth's lungs blocked the formation, hindering its operation. Second, the Imperial Guards were completely wiped out, leaving no one to direct the formation."
The severe pain that came from various parts of his body from time to time, and the fatigue that penetrated deep into his bones, were reminding Ning Zhuo of his thrilling escape just now.
There was no time for Ning Zhuo to receive treatment calmly.
He can only fight against time despite his injuries!
Panic and despair were suppressed deep in his heart, and Ning Zhuo tried his best to keep himself calm and focused.
"A tide of ghosts surges, white paper threatens, a lone wild goose holds a candle and breaks through the sky's curtain. A guest star should shine on the north of Wenhu, the lights of all things will be bright and the catastrophe will be destroyed."
"I luckily blasted through and entered the inner space of the formation. I should follow the instructions of 'Guest Star Should Follow Wen Shubei' to reach the key position and carry out destruction!"
This was the solution he had already thought of on the altar battlefield.
I am forced to do this now because of the situation.
Ning Zhuo's consciousness struggled to spread out in this sticky darkness.
There were thick black clouds everywhere, which seriously hindered Ning Zhuo's spiritual awareness.
He immediately threw out countless mechanical mirrors.
The spiritual consciousness refracted between the mirrors, rapidly expanding the detection range.
But there were still dark clouds, rolling black clouds.
"It's time to use it."
Ning Zhuo took out a small storage bag.
The white storage bag was translucent, with a ball of misty literary energy inside, emitting a ball of snowy light that shone through the storage bag and reflected outside.
Wen Guang Ying Xue Nang!
This was a gift from Wen Ruanyu, and the bag contained a lot of his literary energy.
"Literary talents admire and compete with each other... Literary spirits attract each other..." Ning Zhuo muttered to himself, carefully activating the Wen Guang Ying Xue Bag.
The snow light suddenly lit up. At first, it was just a spherical ball of snow light, which opened up the darkness and enveloped Ning Zhuodu.
Immediately, the sac itself seemed to be pulled by some invisible force, slightly deforming. As for the spherical snow light, its directionality became extremely clear, transforming into a cone, with the tip of the cone stretching in a certain direction.
Ning Zhuo no longer hesitated and immediately accelerated in the direction indicated by Wen Guangyingxue Nang.
The closer it got to its target, the more concentrated and brighter the snow light on the sac became, drawn in like a magnet. At the same time, the cone-shaped snow light lost its sharpness, its tip becoming increasingly blunt, transforming into an ellipse.
When Ning Zhuo actually arrived, the elliptical light body had almost returned to its spherical shape, and the light was stable and pure.
Ning Zhuo looked around, his spiritual sense covering the area, but found nothing unusual.
"The energy flow here is unusually smooth. There must be a node where the main formation veins converge and pass through, yet it is cleverly hidden, without any leakage. If it weren't for the guidance of the cultural energy, it would be impossible to detect it!"
He cast detection spells continuously, and only after a while did he perk up.
"This must be a hub!"
"But I'm not sure it's my target..."
Ning Zhuo fell into hesitation again.
The formation cannot be tampered with at will. If the true target is not found, one move will affect the entire structure. If one move is made, it is very likely that other key points will be completely changed.
After thinking for a few breaths, Ning Zhuo decided to mark this place first and then search around.
Altar battlefield.
puff--!
Ross flew backward like a broken sack, spurting blood all the way.
Seriously injured!
The evil god of turbidity chased after him relentlessly, punching him straight at him. Luo Si barely dodged it at the critical moment.
The evil god of turbidity pulled the turbid air from the earth's lungs and covered it. Luo Si took out the talisman, gained amazing speed, and dodged it again.
He had no military support, and one of his two trump cards was blown up, and the other was trapped in the body of the Earthly Evil God and was firmly sucked in by the latter.
The hour of death is at hand.
The Lord of Wangchuan hid in a tributary and stopped attacking, concentrating all his efforts on wearing down the ice coffin so that he could take out the Nether Dragon Shears.
The Earthly Evil God laughed heartily. "Luo Si, you traitor! What's wrong with you? Why would you defect to the White Paper Immortal City?"
"Look at you now! The 'young master' you sought refuge with has abandoned you and run away with his beloved!"
"You're going to rely on someone like this?"
"How could I be fooled to this extent by the Gray Bone Old Man?!"
Luo Si said nothing and fled in a panic under the continuous attacks of the Earthly Evil God.
The Earthly Evil God lost his last bit of patience and attacked with a sinister grin, "If you die first, then the old man with the ashes will die too!"
Ross was trapped by the foul air and watched helplessly as the fatal fist was about to smash his head.
puff!
At the critical moment of life and death, the Evil God suddenly lost his strength, and his fist was affected and deviated, hitting Luo Si's shoulder.
Ross was injured more and more, but he still survived.
The evil god was shocked and angry, and threw another punch.
puff!
He deflated again, and his divine body suddenly shrank like a burst balloon.
What’s going on?!
Lord Wangchuan:? !!
(End of this chapter)
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