Chapter 279: Divine Thunder Blasts the Underworld
The copper-scaled snake returned to Zhong Ling'er's wrist again and blinked innocently. It was very strong, but it was not intentional to cause damage. It was just that the huge pot was not stable enough.
Zhong Ling'er touched his head, feeling anxious. If this place couldn't be repaired quickly, once the stagnant water rushed in, the strong pressure would surely destroy this place, and all efforts would be in vain.
She suppressed her bad feeling and clapped her hands, "Don't panic, everyone. We still have some time. Let's see where the problem is and reinforce it."
The crowd found a crack in the rock near the surface, and it seemed that the interface was not properly fixed.
Zulong also went underground to check around and told Zhong Ling'er that everything else was fine except this one.
While directing people to fill the gap, Zhong Ling'er said to the others, "Everyone sit in this area and put the diamond cover and protective shield in front of the bottom of the pot. Once the dead water rushes in, everyone will work together to mitigate the impact of the dead water."
Just as everyone was about to take action, a powerful aura rushed over from the ground beneath their feet.
"Oh no, quick, shield!"
"Hurry, fix the gap quickly."
Everyone was in a panic, putting their hands on the ground. Layers of shields were erected and shattered. Everyone was injured and vomiting blood but still persisted. As long as the ground did not break, everyone could still hold on to a glimmer of hope.
“Little Junior Sister, hold on. Once this place is broken, the underworld will cut off its connection with this small world.”
A gray-black butterfly flew to Zhong Ling'er's side, but the sound it made was Ling Ji's. It was her messenger butterfly.
Zhong Ling'er gritted her teeth. The Underworld had not made it clear in advance, otherwise she could have been more fully prepared and had the opportunity to mobilize more people and resources. If it weren't for Sister Ba sending the letter, she wouldn't have known that the Underworld had planned to give up on them from the beginning. Wu Tian just took away her Lingze and gave them a chance to struggle.
Now this opportunity must be seized. Looking at the monks who were constantly vomiting blood due to the impact of the stagnant water, Zhong Ling'er said to the great masters who were pushing away the sea water above: "Master, Dragon King, you guys hold on a little longer. When it calms down below, we can lower the water little by little."
"Ling'er, go and get busy. Master and fellow Taoists can still hold on."
Beads of sweat the size of beans had appeared on Master Wu Chen's forehead. Five consecutive days of high-intensity operation of his magic power had already made him a little exhausted, but he still persisted because he knew that the real difficulty was not for him, but for the disciples below.
The head of the Xuanyuan family also said: "Little friend Zhong, don't worry, there is no problem here, you should be careful!"
Zhong Ling'er grabbed the copper-scaled snake in her hand and said, "Xiao Tong, use your strength to help us. There is a crack over there. Can you blow into it?"
The copper-scaled snake thought Zhong Ling'er's request was inexplicable, but it was not a difficult task, so it immediately crawled over and blew a breath towards the gap, and then felt that it still had strength to spare, so it blew another breath. Zhong Ling'er's eyes lit up, and she flipped her little hand, and a talisman floated out with the breath.
On the other side of the underworld, Ling Ji, who was cursing at the ghost cultivators who had let go at the same time and let the dead water hit the bottom of the river, suddenly felt an extremely powerful force appear in the river water, which not only offset the downward momentum of the river water, but also had a tendency to roll back. So she immediately flew up and moved away from this area of water.
Then a huge force burst out of the water, turning the ghost cultivators who were watching the show upside down. They rolled awkwardly in the waves, their bodies swaying, which was very pleasant to watch.
Soon, another great force came, and those people flew into the sky. They finally stood firm with difficulty, but a talisman followed.
When Ling Ji saw the talisman, she felt very unwell and immediately moved sideways nearly a hundred feet, far away from the area.
Those people were still confused when they saw countless purple thunders appear in the void. Countless avenue chains suddenly appeared. Purple lightning flashed on the avenue chains, leaving tiny cracks.
The originally gloomy space became even darker, an ominous atmosphere spread, and a feeling of sadness rose in the hearts of the people of the underworld.
"What's wrong? What's going on? Why do I want to cry?"
"What is that in the sky? A chain of great roads. How could this thing appear?"
"No, the chain is about to break. Once the Dao breaks, the order of heaven and earth collapses, and we will all die."
"No, I don't want to die. Why, why is this happening?"
Lord Yan appeared in the sky above the Wangchuan River. He kicked away the ghost cultivators who were locked by the Purple Sky Divine Thunder and took a bolt of lightning as thick as a bucket for them.
Yan Jun, who felt like his whole body was about to fall apart, had a dark face and asked Ling Ji who was hiding nearby, "What's going on? Where did the Purple Sky Divine Thunder come from?"
Just as Ling Ji was about to answer, she saw Yan Jun wave his hand, his body rose into the sky, his magic power condensed, and a huge black palm appeared in the void, constantly stroking the chain of the avenue, allowing the purple thunder above to fall on the palm, and every time he absorbed a thunder, a trickle of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.
Finally, half an hour later, all the avenue chains in the void were hidden in the void again under the comfort of Lord Yan. Lord Yan's black face had turned grayish white and he looked extremely weak.
Ling Ji smiled as she looked at the Wangchuan River, which had returned to its calm state and had not shrunk in volume. It seemed that her junior sister and the others had succeeded.
Yan Jun was hurt by that smile, "Are you happy with me like this?"
Ling Ji immediately put away her smile, "How could that be? I'm just happy that Lord Yan saved the underworld."
Yan Jun did not comment, but suppressed his anger and asked, "Tell me, what's going on."
"Nothing. We caused great harm to the creatures in the God-Forsaken Land, and they are just taking revenge on us."
"That's all?" Lord Yan was so angry that he spat out blood. He had just lost five hundred years of cultivation and was almost half dead. Was this "just revenge"? This was going to destroy the underworld.
"How did something from the outside world get into the underworld? It's something with such strong destructive power that the Dao can't repel it and will be broken by it. We absolutely can't let this go."
Ling Ji raised her eyebrows, then smiled and said, "Okay, I'll bring her back and send her to the eighteenth level of hell, but she still has more than a dozen of these talismans in her hands, I wonder if they will be brought in."
A dozen? Yan Jun grabbed Ling Ji who was about to leave and asked with anger: "There is no rush to arrest people. Tell me what's going on first."
Zhong Ling'er lay on the bottom of the pot, feeling the vibrations coming from below. She felt that the vibrations were becoming calmer and calmer. She then moved her body and saw that the gap had been filled. She pushed Ouyang Ruochen beside her and said, "Brother, it's okay."
Then he stood up and said, "It should be fine down there. Next we will release the sea water over little by little."
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