【Imperial City Storm】She will definitely rescue Mingluo
“Boom——!”
A deafening explosion accompanied by a dazzling flame instantly exploded. When the flames and dust dissipated, a figure was revealed. He was wearing washed-out clothes, but his whole body exuded a sharp aura like a sword drawn from its sheath.
It’s Qu Mingwu!
He held a simple-looking longsword in his hand, and behind him was a bow without a string that shone with golden light. His face no longer had the usual gloomy expression that made him feel like the whole world owed him money. Instead, he suppressed a raging rage like a volcano.
With every step he took, the hard stone slabs under his feet shattered.
Following closely behind was another green figure. He flashed for only a few times among the broken walls and rubble, and appeared beside Zhou Suyao like a ghost.
He didn't even look at the enemies around him who were eyeing him covetously. The silver needles in his eyes were as fast as lightning and instantly pierced into several acupuncture points on Zhou Suyao's forehead. At the same time, he crushed a jade bottle that exuded a strong medicinal fragrance, and the medicinal powder turned into misty green smoke that quickly filled her mouth and nose.
After doing all this, he raised his head. His face still had that playful smile on it, but deep in his eyes, there was already a cold and chilling murderous intent.
"Yo, it's quite lively? There's no one left to bully us on the path to becoming immortals, right?"
However, the most eye-catching thing was the figure that appeared out of nowhere in the center of the battlefield.
He didn't say much, just stood there quietly.
Zhou Shanyuan
He was still pale and thin, and his loose robes floated empty in the chaotic atmosphere, as if a gust of wind could blow him down.
But he still stood there quietly without any expression, raised his head slightly, and his eyes calmly penetrated the chaotic battlefield and the dazzling blood.
Zhou Suyao raised her head and her eyes met his.
Their gaze met, seemingly for only a moment, so fleeting it seemed like an illusion. By the time she came to her senses, he had already withdrawn his gaze and turned his head away.
His arrival did not cause any earth-shattering noise, but it caused the entire battlefield to fall into a strange stagnation.
Whether it was the ruthless Imperial Guards charging forward or the puppet-like group of Heavenly Dao warriors, their movements involuntarily slowed for a moment. An indescribable fear, originating from the depths of their souls, quietly spread.
He slowly raised his hand, and what he held in his hand was not some magical weapon, but a small piece of peach branch that had just been broken and still had fresh dew on it.
"Elder Xuan Yangming." Zhou Shanyuan's voice sounded, low and pleasant, but with a kind of fatigue that penetrated time and space, clearly transmitted to every corner of the battlefield, "The three pulse flowers are not something you should touch."
The moment he finished speaking, the seemingly fragile peach branch at his fingertips suddenly burst out with an extremely pure and bright white light.
The light was not dazzling, but it carried a divinity that could see through illusions.
Wherever the bright light passed, all the violent spiritual power was soothed by silent tenderness. Almost everyone, including those death warriors of the Heavenly Dao, were inexplicably slowed down for a moment.
Only in the distance, the strange skin formed by the reunion of 206 bones uttered a sharp cry: "Hurry up and do it!"
He didn't know why, but this ordinary young man who had reached the immortal path had an aura that was familiar to him, yet at the same time, extremely frightening.
He instantly trembled all over, as if the air around him was filled with absolutely suppressive spiritual power. He once again let out a sharp, distorted roar, shouting with unprecedented fear: "Hurry up!!!"
Following his order, all the imperial guards and Heavenly Dao warriors, like puppets, gave up all their goals and attacked the seemingly fragile green figure regardless of everything.
"Senior Brother!" Zhou Suyao screamed in surprise. Just as she was about to rush forward, she suddenly sensed a weak fluctuation of spiritual power.
That fluctuation originated from underground.
She suddenly raised her head and looked at her master: "Ming Luo...Ming Luo is down there!"
The master paused, then nodded and said, "You guys go rescue that girl first. Mingwu! Follow your junior sister, I'll stay here!"
After saying that, he tiptoed and flew to Zhou Shanyuan's side.
Zhou Suyao was standing aside and did not immediately follow the two people in front of her who looked hurried. Instead, she turned her head to look at the two people who were fighting with the Tiandao death warriors, trying to find some flaws from their expressions.
But it seems not—everything is still the same as before.
"Let's go, Suyao. We shouldn't delay any longer." Qi Jie pulled her sleeve and said, "If we delay any longer, more accidents will happen."
"I know." She nodded.
The three of them quickly ran to the front of the Hall of Mental Cultivation. The white jade steps that symbolized the supreme imperial power first came into view. Then they saw Emperor Tiandai on the high-speed train.
“Stop them!”
A cold and majestic voice was heard. With this order, the Tiandao warriors who were originally besieging Zhou Shanyuan suddenly stopped moving, and then instantly looked at the three people in front of the Yangxin Palace.
Without the slightest hesitation, the dozens of Heavenly Dao warriors closest to the three men instantly lit up with a dazzling white light—that wasn't a defensive light! Instead...
Self-destruct!
Dozens of warriors, at least mid-level cultivators, simultaneously detonated their own spiritual energy cores, which they had cultivated for many years. This combined force instantly blew away the three defenseless people.
"careful!"
For the first time, Zhou Shanyuan's calm voice showed a slight fluctuation. The peach blossom branch in his hand, which was emitting a bright white divine light, trembled suddenly. However, the attacks from the surrounding Tiandao assassins came repeatedly. He could not fight against six hands with two fists and had no power to resist.
Zhou Suyao only felt that a destructive air wave swallowed her up in an instant. The moment her vision was swallowed up, the only sound in her ears was the sharp explosion caused by the spiritual power being compressed to the extreme.
She crossed her arms over her chest, trying to minimize the damage she would inflict on herself when she fell to the ground.
Just when she thought she was doomed to be seriously injured, a dazzling golden light suddenly burst out in front of her.
"clang--!"
The deafening sound of metal clashing even drowned out the sharp blast of spiritual energy exploding. She suddenly opened her eyes and saw a golden peach tree phantom, shielding her from the endless stream of assassins.
She was shocked, and then she understood in an instant.
Senior Brother.
She raised her eyes and looked again at Zhou Shanyuan who was fighting with the Tiandao warriors on the skyline.
He didn't glance at me extra, but that was enough.
Staring at his expressionless profile, Zhou Suyao bit her lip and brushed off the dust on her body.
Even if all this was a conspiracy, even if the eldest brother and the master had concealed much of the past from her - so what?
At least at this moment, they are all fighting for her.
She understood, and then she slowly stood up.
Her hands instantly formed a huge protective spell, and a light golden halo flowed, which happened to intersect with the peach blossom illusion of the eldest brother, forming a double protection.
"Second senior brother! Qi Jie!" She called out anxiously while maintaining the protective spell in front of her, her eyes eagerly scanning the direction where Qu Mingwu and Qi Jie were just now.
However, the scene that came into her eyes made her heart sink to the bottom in an instant.
Qu Mingwu half-knelt on the ground. His unsheathed sword dug deep into the earth, supporting his shaky body. His head hung low, his expression unclear, but his sword-gripping hand trembled violently. Blood dripped from the corner of his mouth. He fainted on the white jade steps in front of him.
It was obvious that he had already suffered unimaginable damage from the terrifying spiritual power attack just now. He had already lost consciousness.
A few steps away, Qi Jie was lying on his back. The usual cocky look on his face had vanished, leaving only the paleness of blood loss. His shirt had been ripped across his chest, revealing a bloody wound. His breathing was barely detectable, and it was unknown whether he was alive or dead.
"Senior Brother!" Zhou Suyao screamed in surprise and subconsciously wanted to rush over.
But as soon as she took a step, she stopped abruptly.
no!
Master and the other two brothers were still trying to contain the most formidable enemy, their spiritual energy draining immensely. Dividing their attention to protecting themselves was already their limit. Meanwhile, Second Brother and Qi Jie were seriously injured and unconscious, and Qi Shuobei had long since been severely injured and lost his combat effectiveness. At this moment, she was the only one left in front of the Yangxin Palace with any remaining energy!
She frowned silently—fear and loneliness gripped her deeply for the first time. Facing a flood of Heavenly Dao assassins, how could she, all alone, break in and rescue Ming Luo, who was trapped in the underground palace?
"Stop her! Don't let her get close to the underground palace!"
The cold and majestic voice of Emperor Tiandao sounded again, and more assassins gave up their other targets like puppets and approached Zhou Suyao frantically.
The white light on them lit up again.
That was a sign of self-destruction.
What should I do...what should I do...
The road ahead is a cold and ruthless iron wall formed by the Tiandao's death warriors.
Beside him were the bodies of Qu Mingwu and Qi Jie, whose lives or deaths were unknown.
In the distance, there is a fierce battle
Inside the Yangxin Palace, the figure of Emperor Tiandao was still hidden in the shadows, only his black imperial robe reflected a cold light in the darkness.
Isolated and helpless.
She seemed to be in real dire straits.
Ming Luo's breath was like a candle in the wind, flickering and getting weaker and weaker.
She was thinking frantically, her eyes sweeping over the unconscious people, as well as her senior brother and master fighting bloody battles in the distance.
Time... She had no time.
She closed her eyes slightly, and when she opened them again, her gaze was fixed on the tightly closed door of the Yangxin Palace, which symbolized conspiracy and death.
An unprecedented determination suddenly burst out in her chest, instantly dispelling all her fear and hesitation.
"Mingluo...wait for me."
She whispered.
At this moment, there is no retreat and no reinforcements.
She can only rely on herself.
Zhou Suyao closed her eyes.
She did not retreat, but instead mobilized all her spiritual power without reservation - including the resentful power from the demon clan.
Just as the white light on several Tiandao warriors in front reached its peak and was about to explode.
Zhou Suyao moved.
She didn't waver, didn't retreat, didn't even think, and didn't regret.
Instead, he rushed towards the huge deep pit next to the gate of the Yangxin Palace, which had just been created by the self-explosion of dozens of assassins, without hesitation!
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