Chapter 1919 Lantern Festival - One of the Seventy-two Demons...

The first year of the spiritual recovery, February 12th, 19:12, Lantern Festival, Penglai demiplane, Taoyuan area, Yuqingfang.

"Why do the three of us look so much like parents with children in a shopping mall?" Yan Yian put his hands in his pockets and tilted his head to say, "The children are playing in the children's playground, and the parents are sitting next to them, playing with their phones and chatting."

Zuo Langning tilted his head and asked: "Why is there a children's park in the mall?"

Yue Jingting was concentrating on watching the four children walking ahead and ignored her.

Yan Yian was speechless at these two monks who lacked common sense of the modern world, so he had to change the subject: "It's okay to bring Wen Qingsheng along, but why did you bring Gu Minghui along as well?"

Yue Jingting cast his gaze towards Zuo Langning: "Does Director Chi really want to take him as his apprentice?"

"He asked me to bring it with me. How would I know?" Zuo Langning answered the two questions separately. "See if he goes to the equipment department to pick a sword after the New Year. Then you will know everything."

"I almost forgot." Yue Jingting suddenly thought of something and searched in his arms, pulling out two invitations. "It's the child's birthday, remember to come."

Yan Yian read the words and laughed: "It's so well prepared. How big a birthday party are you planning to hold?"

Zuo Langning glanced at it casually and put it away.

They walked slowly along with the crowd, two or three steps behind the four children.

"We've been planning this before the New Year." Yue Jingting said, "It would be best if the world thought that Lin Jinsong was destined to be the future dean."

At this time, something strange happened.

An invisible force swept through the streets, accompanied by a slight humming sound.

The countless monks present immediately realized that some formation had been activated.

At the same time, the remote bureau communicators hung on the belts of Yue Jingting and Zuo Langning vibrated at the same time.

The message was simple: "The treasure house has been attacked, please come to the rescue."

Their faces changed and they looked towards Longyuan Academy at the same time.

The first year of the spiritual energy recovery, February 12, 19:17, outside the gate of Longyuan Academy.

After making sure Yan Yi had escorted the four children into the nearest shop that was willing to open its door to them, and the group of five had successfully avoided the risk of being trampled, Yue Jingting and Zuo Langning took off and flew towards Longyuan Academy.

"What's going on? Making a feint to the east and attacking in the west?" Zuo Langning asked in a low voice.

"I don't know." Yue Jingting pursed her lips.

He felt vaguely uneasy, but when he thought about how many protective magic weapons he had stuffed on Lin Jinsonghun's body, he heaved a sigh of relief.

Before they reached Longyuan Academy, a group of masked warriors in black were already charging towards them, some soaring into the air, some with swords flying out of their hands.

Zuo Lang drew out the Kunlun Sword, and the sword flashed like lightning. Several heads of the dead soldiers fell silently, and countless swords were knocked down by his momentum.

Yue Jingting flicked his fingertips lightly, and the talisman paper drew a mysterious trajectory in the air, clearing a space beside him so that no one could get close.

The battle ended quickly, but the encounter also slowed down their progress and interrupted their momentum.

Zuo Langning was about to take a deep breath and continue to rush to the treasure pavilion when Yue Jingting noticed something strange and his pupils shrank: "Be careful!"

He instantly activated the protective magic weapon, concentrated his mind and formed hand seals, building a powerful spiritual power barrier.

A long rainbow-like torrent of spiritual power suddenly hit the spiritual power shield. Yue Jingting was shocked to the point that his chest and abdomen stagnated and he vomited blood.

Zuo Langning was protected by him, and immediately activated the sword energy to attack the spiritual power. The spiritual power and sword energy counteracted each other, and in the collision, the spiritual power quickly consumed all its energy and dissipated.

Using spiritual power bombardment as a means of attack is what novices do.

Because attacking the target from a distance through spiritual bombardment requires the concentration of a considerable amount of spiritual power, it is impossible to conceal the user's aura and murderous intent.

But now, the spiritual power attack that could make Yue Jingting vomit blood in a hurry, why... was not noticed by the two of them at all?

Zuo Langning turned over the body of a dead soldier and found a token on his waist.

The word "Li" is written on it.

Yue Jingting's face turned pale.

The first year of the spiritual recovery, February 12, 19:21, Taoyuan area, Xianshi Bank.

Ning Changkong lay motionless on the ground, pretending that he had fainted like the other four people who were knocked to the ground.

"Uh, sis... do you have any idea?" he said tentatively in his mind.

How come this instance opened so unexpectedly? Ning Changkong emptied his mind.

I think the crowd started to riot, and then a shop opened its door to the desperate Yan Yian and let them in...

…and then all five of them fell, huh.

Chu Qingge was urgently looking up information: "Uh, this shop is called Xianshi Money Shop."

"oh."

"Well... I'm in the business of exchanging spirit stones for money."

"…Anything else?"

"Someone is coming."

In the vision that Chu Qingge projected to Ning Changkong, he saw a tall man whose face could not be seen clearly walking towards him.

"Which one is Gu?" he asked in awkward Chinese.

The shopkeeper who brought them in rubbed his hands nervously and spoke in broken English: "This person, this person."

Ning Changkong tried his best to control his breathing and asked in his mind, "Who is this person?"

"I'm checking, but there's too little useful information..." Chu Qingge's voice was tense.

The man seemed to notice someone was spying on him. He walked up to Ning Changkong and stepped on his abdomen.

Now that he was exposed, Ning Changkong simply followed his body's natural reaction, curled up tremblingly, and spit out some blood.

The red-haired, golden-eyed Western man looked down at him indifferently:

"Ah, I know you. Li's... junior fellow apprentice?"

"I found out." Chu Qingge spoke while Ning Changkong was trembling and enduring pain.

"——It's Phoenix, one of the seventy-two demons."

At the same time, Ning Changkong trembled his fingertips and cast a spell.

The first year of the spiritual recovery, February 12, 19:25, Taoyuan area, Xianshi Bank, basement.

Ning Changkong was panting in pain. He was now being held by Phoenix with one hand, facing the ground. Gu Minghui was probably being carried by Phoenix on the other shoulder.

This perspective made him dizzy and he couldn't see clearly. Chu Qingge reported his internal bleeding while recording the building structure. She said that he should be heading to the bank's underground warehouse.

The noisy sound in his ears seemed to be more than just tinnitus, Ning Changkong tried hard to look up.

What came into view were countless people of different heights, weights and bodies, all wearing black hoods.

...What is this? Have you accidentally walked into a cult missionary site?

Ning Changkong fell to the hard ground, and there was a rusty taste in his mouth again.

He managed to prop himself up and look, and noticed that Gu Minghui was placed by Phoenix in a place that looked like an array of eyes and an altar.

The ground his hands were supporting seemed uneven, so he lowered his head to look.

That is a dense array of magic patterns.

Everyone in the audience fell silent and stared at Gu Minghui closely.

It was so quiet that Ning Changkong could only hear his own heartbeat.

And there was a sudden sound of heavy footsteps.

"Phoenix, didn't I tell you to only bring back Gu Minghui?" The man who suddenly appeared took off his hood impatiently.

Even though he had never seen this person before, even if Chu Qingge had not reported it, Ning Changkong already understood this person's identity.

Li Bo, the eldest brother who betrayed Lingzhuan Academy.

Li Bo looked into his eyes and showed a hint of surprise, apparently recognizing this junior fellow disciple whom he had never met before.

"Your spell has no effect. I just brought him here." Phoenix explained briefly, "Your man, you come." He made a gesture of cutting a neck.

Crooked? System? Is this the same world as my previous college life? Ning Changkong wanted to cry but had no tears.

Chu Qingge: “…”

Li Bo walked over quickly, picked him up gently, sat him against the nearby wall, and performed several rejuvenation spells on him.

"Junior brother," he said. He didn't look young, but when he smiled, fine lines could be seen on the corners of his eyes. "You are a smart kid."

"Come with me." Li Bo smiled kindly.

It is a pity for such a genius to waste his health for students from a low-ranking academy. It would be even more of a waste if he died in such a place due to an accident.

It is better to go with him and give him some time to train him properly. He, Li Bo, is the best at taking care of children.

The boy, with tears still in his eyes, nodded timidly and whispered, "Senior Brother."

He subconsciously leaned into Li Bo's arms and said, "I don't want to die.

Behind Li Bo, Phoenix closed his eyes and made up his mind.

After all, Li Bo has different ideas and is not suitable for long-term cooperation.

The first year of the spiritual energy recovery, February 12, 19:23, Longyuan Academy, Treasure House.

Zuo Langning and Yue Jingting arrived outside the treasure pavilion. All that was left on the scene were traces of a fight, corpses of dead soldiers lying all over the place, and Chi Zhaoming, who was gasping for breath while leaning on a sword.

Seeing the two of them coming over, Chi Zhaoming quickly explained the situation: "Li Bo has already left. I didn't stop him."

He swung the blood-stained sword fiercely, and several blood beads flew out.

"Where is the treasure house?" Zuo Langning asked.

Chi Zhaoming wiped the blood off his face and said, "We didn't let him in."

"We just found traces of a large-scale formation being activated in Yuqingfang." Yue Jingting reported, "There are a lot of people at the Lantern Festival, and I'm worried."

People from the Extraordinary Bureau had gradually gathered. Chi Zhaoming arranged for people to check the situation in the treasure house and then turned around.

"Lead the way," Chi Zhaoming said simply, "the three of us will go and take a look at the situation."

The first year of the spiritual recovery, February 12, 19:29, Taoyuan area, Xianshi Bank, basement.

"This matter is resolved." Li Bo took off his hood and wrapped Lin Jinsong in his long robe. He turned and walked towards the altar. "There is no time to waste. This is more important."

Chu Qingge exclaimed, "This robe..."

"Everyone," Li Bo opened his arms, "it's time to dedicate your life fire to this miracle!"

Amidst the uniform shouts, bright flames lit up on the chests of the black-robed believers.

"The gods are dead, and the eternal night is coming!"

"The flame form displayed by the vitality," Chu Qingge quickly added, "should be the authority over life, death and fire held by Phoenix."

“The gods are dead,” Ning Changkong savored it carefully.

There are still many different opinions on the reasons for the end of the mythological era.

In the spiritual world, there is a saying that in a catastrophe that caused the decline of spiritual energy, all the gods fell collectively. This is the "fall of the gods theory" or the "dusk of the gods theory".

Ning Changkong huddled in Li Bo's outer robe, watching Phoenix raise his hand and inject endless energy from the life fire of his believers into the array under his feet.

As the formation pattern lit up with the center of the formation as the center, spreading from the floor to the pillars and then to the ceiling, Ning Changkong was shocked to realize how huge this formation was.

The buzzing sound that occurred during the Lantern Festival just now seemed to have opened a heavy door a little.

At this moment, the gate was gradually opened as the formation was gradually charged up.

At the moment the "door" was completely opened, Li Bo moved his fingertips, and Ning Changkong's robe suddenly became hot, as if some magic was about to be activated.

Phoenix, who was manipulating the formation, slammed the "door" open, and the spell was forcibly terminated.

After the violent wind swept through the entire basement, Gu Minghui was the only one left lying alone on the stage.

A golden sycamore leaf swirled in the air and fell to the ground.