Chapter 83 83 To Die He will die in silence. …

September 14, the first year of the Aura Recovery, demiplane Jiuli.

The black spear named "Liuxian" trembled under the pressure of the God of Weapons, making a slight tremor, and even became hot because it could not withstand the god's energy.

Ning Changkong panted heavily, subconsciously gripping the gun tighter, trying to use the heat to summon back his will that was weakened by fatigue and pain. He almost hated that the high temperature could not burn the phoenix, otherwise the pain would have improved his judgment.

In fact, his current amount of bleeding was not enough to cause severe dizziness. More discomfort came from his poor health condition.

The heart inside the chest was beating at an unusual frequency, and each beat seemed to be protesting the body's overload, or the body's mournful cry before it died.

Qing Geng always kept reminding him over and over again: he was too weak and should not overwork himself; he should not concentrate too much and should rest more; he had an old heart disease and should always keep his emotions stable...

Isn't this a violation of every rule? Ning Changkong took a deep breath, trying to suppress the anger surging in his chest, and was annoyed by his unruly body and trembling fingertips.

Although he usually disliked Qinggeng's sighing and nagging, at this moment, he still wanted to listen to it again.

After returning, I don't care how Qing Geng scolds me, or how long Bai Xian keeps me locked up in Linghuang Mansion to rest.

The atmosphere in the call channel was extremely tense. Chu Qingge analyzed, with a rare anxious tone: "Your physical strength is decreasing too quickly. If you continue to fight at this intensity, you can only delay for another half an hour at most."

After all, it was a half-baked divine beast fighting against a real god, and it was an away battle in the god's territory. The balance of the battle showed an overwhelming tilt from the beginning, and Ning Changkong was so overwhelmed that he couldn't breathe.

Ning Changkong once again narrowly dodged the oncoming weapon, allowing his arm to be brushed by the beam of spiritual power. The defensive spell on his clothes flashed twice and officially became ineffective.

The Lord of Arms' arsenal was wide open. The cold weapons flying through the air were like a deadly storm, and the spiritual cannons that were constantly gathering energy formed a deadly storm, compressing Ning Changkong's dodging space to the extreme.

It was almost impossible to dodge perfectly every time, so he could only choose the evasive methods that would minimize the chance of getting hurt. Every dodge was an extreme challenge to his reaction speed and tactical judgment, and his physical strength and energy were constantly decreasing.

The limit of the body is approaching, and a decision must be made quickly.

"Two options. The first option is that I should be able to escape now, and then we can make a long-term plan after we get out."

Once the Phoenix escapes, Chi You will never sit idly by and allow them to slowly modify the formation and forcibly close the passage from the world to Jiuli from the outside. Obviously, they will face a more intense confrontation.

Perhaps the remnants of the "Li" organization and the new members attracted by Chiyou's ideas will come like a storm and try to disrupt their plans.

More likely, Li Gui himself would take action and become their most difficult enemy.

Even though Chi You had been exiled for a thousand years, he was still a true god. Even with the fighting power of the demon tribe, they still did not have the fighting power to compete with Chi You.

They can only compete with strategies, consumption, and even...wheel battles and lives.

It is unknown what the effect will be if we pit the assembly lines of the arsenal of the God of Weapons against each other...ah, we also have to consider the public pressure that may be caused by the arrival of Jiuli.

The credibility of the Yichu Bureau has dropped significantly during this crisis, which undoubtedly provides opportunities for other people with ulterior motives. They may use this opportunity to incite panic, create chaos, or even collude with Chiyou's forces to further aggravate the instability of the situation.

Every minute that Jiuli is suspended above the world makes the situation more chaotic, and the road ahead is full of unknowns and dangers.

Ning Changkong had no idea to slowly resolve this crisis from the outside. After going out and brainstorming, perhaps there would be a good way to close the passage between Jiuli and the real world within an acceptable time and sacrifice range, and reseal Chiyou and Jiuli.

...or maybe not. Maybe there will never be such a good opportunity as this one again.

"The second way is that I will stay here and hold Chiyou back at all costs, while you stay outside and close the passage from Jiuli to the human world."

Ning Changkong didn't even discuss how he would evacuate Jiuli, because once he chose this path, there was no need to consider retreat.

His senses were worn away by his own pain, his mouth and nose were filled with the smell of blood, and he could no longer smell the Jiuli wind that smelled of iron and blood.

...It doesn't matter whether he lives or dies. He doesn't belong to this world. Even if exchanging one life for another, it's still a gain from a utilitarian point of view.

If he escapes here, can his future contributions make up for the loss of these lives?

Well, it does seem a bit difficult. Ning Changkong wiped his face with trembling hands. When he went back to answer questions at the hearing of the Quick Travel Bureau, he would probably have to waste a lot of time and effort.

Of course, the premise of fighting to the death is that his delay is meaningful.

Chu Qingge said with difficulty: "Yes... I can do it here. I can close the half-plane channel within one or two hours."

"That's enough."

Qing Geng said that his vitality was as weak as a candle, and it was not an exaggeration. This body had been to the gates of hell countless times, and Ning Changkong even suspected that Prince Yan in this world would recognize him.

But even so, this last bit of life force, if ignited, is enough to emit dazzling light.

Ning Changkong's figure disappeared like smoke on the battlefield, and was replaced by the true body of the phoenix. It silently and solemnly spread its huge and gorgeous wings, like a king descending on this ancient battlefield.

The flames surrounding the phoenix burned fiercely. Its power was strong enough to penetrate the boundary between the real world and Jiuli. The hot and pure phoenix fire not only illuminated the sky of Jiuli, but also burned the clouds of the real world.

Ning Changkong recovered briefly, but as a price, his life officially began to count down.

But it was enough that he would be killed by Chiyou before he died of vital energy exhaustion.

No need for encouragement, no need for audience, no need for declaration.

He will die in silence.

Appeared on September 14, the first year of the Reiki Recovery.

"If we don't solve the problem here now, we may have to pay a higher price in the future. The most sensible thing to do is to stop the loss in time."

After searching on QQ for a lifetime, even the community's medical examination had to be free, and the old head of the community, Qiu, said calmly:

"There are only a few people who can lead such a large formation. Among them, I probably have the fewest years left to live. This deal is a good deal."

He was considerate enough not to say that he was the oldest, probably because he thought that Bluebird and Phoenix were older than him as a human.

Chu Qingge lowered her head and examined the map. In fact, the best way is to let her do it.

Although the spirit-dwelling cypress is precious, it is not difficult to collect it with the current status of the Phoenix. I can go back and buy a new piece, modify the spiritual power circuit, and engrave various auxiliary runes on it, and then I will have a complete blue bird again.

But therein lies the problem - the spiritual power circuit of the Spirit Cypress is simple, and the amount of spiritual power it can contain is far less than that of a trained human body. It might disintegrate before the formation is completed.

The Blue Bird's "physical" condition was not ideal, and the Phoenix, who had sufficient strength and knowledge reserves, was still struggling with Chi You. After counting and counting... Qiu Haoyun was indeed the most suitable.

"If the teaching is not strict, it is the teacher's fault." In the heavy silence, Qiu Haoyun continued, with a flash of sadness in his eyes: "Li Bo... I am also responsible for his current state."

Li Bo's body was still lying alone on the floor at the center of the array. The blood had dried up and the body had turned cold.

"Mingqi-kun can't delay too long, make a decision quickly." The old Taoist said finally.

Instead, Yue Jingting was the first to break the silence. He turned his head to Qingniao and said calmly, "How long can Mingqi-kun delay?"

"Based on his strength, even if he tries his best, it won't take more than an hour." Chu Qingge answered truthfully.

Yue Jingting showed amazing calmness, which made Chu Qingge wonder if the blow he suffered today was too great, so he gave up on himself. He nodded slightly: "Then let's get started. Seize the time."

Even if it has been decided to sacrifice a person to guide the existing energy flow with one's own spiritual power, the early arrangements are still necessary, such as re-energizing some array nodes and modifying the array of some key nodes.

Chu Qingge always felt that perhaps Yue Jingting still hoped to modify the formation as much as possible to reduce the mental burden on Qiu Haoyun, who would serve as the eye of the formation.

Even if it can increase the chance of survival by a few tenths of a percent, it would be good.

September 14, the first year of the spiritual energy recovery, the demiplane Jiuli.

At first, Ning Changkong still had enough physical strength to engage in a fierce fight with Chi You. He bit his opponent tightly, dragged his opponent's feet, controlled the rhythm of the battle, and patiently dealt with the enemy.

However, as the fight continued, the damage to the Phoenix Armor gradually accumulated, and the duel gradually lost its original intensity. In the end, it could hardly be called a fight.

Feng Huang quietly changed his tactics. He took the initiative to use himself as bait, acting like a mouse teasing a cat on the verge of death, making his opponent think that he only needed to make one more move to completely defeat him, thus preventing Chi You from losing patience and leaving the battlefield.

He used his pain and blood as a bargaining chip to buy precious time.

Normally, Ning Changkong might still be in the mood to joke with Chu Qingge and boast about his precise control over the enemy's psychology.

But it was too painful and tiring. The severe pain and extreme fatigue almost made him lose consciousness several times, and he was forced back to consciousness several times by the pain.

He dragged his body on the verge of collapse, facing the inevitable fate, and only had the energy to ask one question:

"How much longer?"

Chu Qingge gave the last good news. "Right away, the last two minutes, hold on a little longer."

Just hold on a little longer...

His slow brain was still digesting the news, and the pressure in his heart eased a little. But then, his vision began to darken, and the darkness swallowed his vision.

A shuddering pain flashed through his body like lightning. When the pain finally subsided a little, Ning Changkong found that he could no longer maintain the posture of a phoenix.

He lay powerlessly on the ground in human form, and his palms felt something sticky and slippery - it was his own warm blood.

The sharp pain in his chest, as if being crushed by a heavy object, made him wonder whether the heart that had once been repaired had completely stopped working under the heavy pressure, or whether it was oppressed by the suffocating energy of the god.

A chill that came from deep within his bones crept up his spine, as if even his soul was about to be frozen. His vitality was rapidly draining from his body, and the chill from the excessive blood loss was getting stronger.

Do you want to self-immolate? Ning Changkong thought in a daze

Can I delay the self-immolation for a little longer...will it be warmer?

Even though he couldn't see, Ning Changkong could still keenly feel the approach of the divine energy. It was an invisible sense of oppression, like the shadow of death slowly looming over him. The cold murderous intent was like a sharp blade, hanging over his head.

Chi You stood expressionlessly beside the dying phoenix, holding high the Jiuli Sword in his hand that was flashing with cold light.

The sword blade pierced through the air with determination and cruelty, piercing the chest of the phoenix.

At this moment, a huge buzzing sound swept across the entire demiplane like a storm. The direction of the energy suddenly changed at this moment, like a river changing its course, violently impacting the already formed channel.

Li Gai immediately realized that the situation was abnormal, and he raised his head suddenly. But everything had already happened and could not be undone.

The passage between Jiuli and the real world was cut off again.

The mission was accomplished with honor. Ning Changkong suddenly felt elated, and all the burdens and pressures disappeared at this moment. He relaxed his body and let his consciousness drift away.

It just so happened that it was really painful, and I could finally take a break.

No one noticed that a flash of green light appeared at the entrance of Jiuli.

Two minutes ago, appeared.

Logically speaking, analyzing the formation that Li Bo had carefully arranged and determining the formation nodes that needed to be adjusted and how to adjust them was definitely not a task that could be completed in a short period of time. Even Dean Qiu only roughly estimated that it would take a few hours.

However, the "Tianheng" array solving system prototype temporarily brought by Chu Qingge, coupled with Miss Qingniao's own amazing computing ability, greatly accelerated the entire process.

The mechanically precise calculation reminded Yue Jingting of another person who performed hand-dismantling formations every day at the Shenge project meetings and the Tianwang forum.

…Now is not the time to think about that.

Yue Jingting squeezed the communicator in his hand and took a deep breath: "All nodes have been checked and the spirit stones are in place."

He turned his head stiffly: "Teacher..."

"Hey, here they come." Qiu Haoyun, who was checking the array, stood up.

Abbot Qiu took out the cell phone with the font always set to extra-large traditional Chinese from the wide sleeves of his Taoist robe, his reading glasses, and a few wrinkled supermarket coupons, and stuffed them into Yue Jingting's hands one by one.

"Jingting, the teacher is gone."

The old Taoist walked into the center of the formation with his hands behind his back, his body slightly hunched, as if this was just an ordinary outing, as if he was just going to have a drink with an old friend, or as if a familiar shopping mall was having a sale and the old man was going to buy something.

It was like a summer afternoon many years ago. Li Bo claimed that he was out to buy books, but in private, he secretly told the young Yue Jingting that he was actually going to challenge Chi Zhaoming to a fight, his eyes gleaming with the fighting spirit and passion unique to young people.

Seeing his eldest disciple go out for a stroll, Master Qiu, who had not yet turned into an old man, also prepared to go out for a walk. Before leaving, he patted Yue Jingting's head and told him to draw talismans well at home, because the teacher would check his homework when he came back.

Qiu Haoyun stood still at the center of the formation. The floor beneath his feet was still stained with Li Bo's blood, which had not been washed away even after two attempts.

Yue Jingting stood in place and could clearly feel a huge and surging energy surging under his feet, and the spiritual energy in the air surged like a tide.

In midair, the dark red giant structure gradually disappeared like a mirage, leaving behind only the clouds that were torn apart by the force and energy of the weapon, and the fiery red sky illuminated by the phoenix flames.

As energy continued to flow in, the Nine-Star Compass in the old Taoist's hand suddenly shone brightly, like the bright stars in the night sky.

Then, it quickly went out.

Yue Jingting looked up and saw the sky through the collapsed roof of the abandoned factory.

Although it was still afternoon, the scattered clouds had already been dyed a layer of fiery red, as gorgeous and magnificent as the sunset.