The immortal soul split in two, quickly transforming into two complete individuals.
One immortal soul merged into his body, and another immortal soul merged into the Five Elements Stone, allowing him to comprehend the opportunity for transformation.
On another mountaintop, an old man in blue robes waved his sleeve, and a delicate pagoda rose up.
One of the disciples with a cinnabar mole exclaimed happily, "Using the exquisite pagoda instead saves a lot of time! Master, can we activate the formation now?"
Previously, the master had foreseen the unforeseen circumstances and devised this method to catch them off guard.
Once the formation is activated, it will be a foregone conclusion.
The old man in the green robe nodded slightly, and the three of them worked together to activate the exquisite pagoda.
In an instant, dark clouds filled the sky, lightning flashed and thunder roared, and the exquisite pagoda shot out beams of light, connecting with other tall towers.
The entire continent seemed to be shrouded in a giant net, and the terrifying aura of destruction sent chills down the spines of those below.
The people were kneeling and bowing, crying out to heaven and earth, filled with the despair of the end of the world.
Countless visible pillars of auspicious light surged toward the nearby tower, filling everyone with fear and sorrow.
Only one person firmly believed that the sky wouldn't fall.
Li Ruonan looked in the direction where her master was in seclusion and prayed silently in her heart.
Master, you'd better hurry!
Suddenly, as if her prayer had been answered, the enormous net that had been absorbing the heavens and the earth froze, and the pillar of fortune light dissipated and scattered across the earth at an extremely fast speed.
Zhu Shazhi was shocked: "Ah! What could possibly compete with the sacrificial altar array for fortune?!"
The old man in the blue robe had a grim expression. "Again!"
The celestial beings guarding the other towers were interrupted from their spellcasting and were puzzled for a moment. When they saw the signal coming from the west, they began to cast their spells again.
However, even with increased force, the result was the same as before; instead, the casters all suffered a backlash, their mouths gushing blood.
"Master, we can't beat them..."
The woman with the cinnabar mole looked worried.
The old man in the green robe did some quick calculations with his fingers, his expression changed drastically, and he spat out another mouthful of blood, gritting his teeth as he said:
"Walk!"
He underestimated that variable; if he didn't leave now, his life might be in danger!
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