Chapter 41 Chapter 41 "Your Highness, I am late."...
The leaves obstruct the view.
Jiu Zhao's secret message was successfully transmitted, but it fell on deaf ears and received no response from Ying Luo.
I don't know whether she was too busy to take care of herself or had already been defeated in the two-on-one battle.
Jiu Zhao couldn't get the answer, but he couldn't stop releasing the fire of Nirvana - this was because these wood spirits driven by the fire existed to prevent the candidates from climbing to the top of the Fusang tree. They only had eyes for attack, and if one side was forced back by Jiu Zhao, they would do their best to trap the other.
Jiu Zhao's true blood power hadn't yet been fully cultivated. While it was effective against fire-fearing Wood Immortals, it proved difficult against Golden Immortals. Furthermore, with the Draining Source Rope, if she engaged Meng Chu in close combat, without the Divine Whip, she would have no chance of victory.
After the leaves and vines wrapped around the outer edge of the barrier, just as Jiu Zhao had guessed, Meng Chu's forward steps stopped.
Unable to use his natal magic weapon to unleash his attacking skills, his methods were limited, making it difficult for him to deal with the endless stream of attackers.
The sphere surrounded by green stood motionless several feet away from Jiuzhao, and the sound of immortal power could be faintly heard from inside.
Jiu Zhao should be happy that the planned plan worked.
But as her immortal power gradually dried up, she not only could not sustain a smile, but even her eyelids felt heavy.
Her body felt empty, and she was filled with fatigue that went straight to her soul. The breath that supported her spirit collapsed, and her feet floating in the clouds began to weaken.
So Yingluo really can't come to help her?
Or perhaps she realized that Meng Chu only wanted to deal with her, so she reached an agreement with the two northern candidates who were facing her to give up their alliance with her. At this moment, she was climbing to the top of the tree canopy, preparing to step into the Huitian Palace.
Jiu Zhao couldn't control her thoughts from expanding too much. At the same time, she smiled bitterly in her heart: because of Ying Luo's words "the most important friend", she forgot the pain and gave her trust again. She was so gullible, so it was reasonable for her to be betrayed.
Just as Jiu Zhao was hesitating whether to just give it a try, the sound of something flying quickly finally came from the southwest direction of the treetops.
It’s Yingluo.
She swung her jade sword, cutting off all obstacles in front of her one after another.
Jiu Zhao rushed over to help, and the Nirvana flame on her body burned the vines wrapped around her ankles.
"Your Highness, I am late."
When they looked at each other closely, Jiu Zhao found that Ying Luo also looked quite embarrassed.
Her beautiful face was covered in blood, the jade crown that held her hair was missing, and even the mermaid clothes on her body that had high-level defensive power were torn into several pieces.
"Where are the two Golden Immortals from the Northern Territory?"
Jiu Zhao turned his eyes to the side and looked behind him. He saw no pursuers, so he leaned forward and whispered in his ear.
Ying Luo said casually: "I have dealt with them all."
She didn't want Jiu Zhao to worry, so she made the difficult battle sound nonchalant. Even though she was suffering from a high fever, the listlessness in her eyes and brows betrayed the truth.
Jiu Zhao opened his mouth, feeling somewhat ashamed for his previous dark speculation.
At this moment, winning or losing the immortal exam, and whether she could reach the top of the tree, were no longer within her consideration.
Her thoughts quickly changed. She made up her mind and said to Ying Luo in a secret voice, "I just tricked Meng Chu and trapped him inside my own defense barrier. As a result, he can't get close to me, and I can't do anything to him.
"But he still has some fighting power left. If we fight to the death, these wood spirits won't be able to contain him for long. He's lying dormant now, most likely trying to outlast me. Once I lose all my immortal power and fall from the treetops, he'll be able to break through the encirclement and become the winner effortlessly."
Associating Meng Chu with the word "winner" made Jiu Zhao's teeth itch, wishing she could rush over and bite off a few pieces of his flesh. She calmed her turbulent emotions and cut to the chase, "But just as he suspected, my immortal power won't last much longer. Although Meng Chu can use the Draining Rope to absorb our immortal power, he's only just recovered from his injuries and has neglected his cultivation..."
"Yes, I have decided to transfer the remaining immortal power to you, to help you split the barrier, sever the source rope, and strive for the position of celestial immortal!"
"Your Highness—"
Unexpectedly, Jiu Zhao had such a plan, and Ying Luo wanted to speak reflexively.
Jiu Zhao interrupted her, snatched a small flame from the surrounding flames and placed it in her palm. "This is the highest-level Nirvana Fire of the Phoenix Clan, capable of expelling wood-type spirits. Once we defeat Meng Chu, you can ascend with this fire in your hand, and you will be able to reach the summit smoothly. But remember to be quick."
After explaining the plan in full, Jiu Zhao was very satisfied that Ying Luo stopped nagging and saying nonsense like "I will die in front of you, my king".
Seeing Ying Luo accept the fire and nod solemnly, she felt that she had repaid Ying Luo's favor for sharing the responsibility of Ji Yuan Suo. She smiled carefreely and said, "It's just a failure. It's no big deal. I still have a million years to start over in my life!"
After the laughter, her eyes returned to solemnity. She moved sideways to stand behind Yingluo, placed her palms close to her shoulders, and made a power-transporting gesture:
"Then let Meng Chu die--!!"
The immortal power flowed into Yingluo's body along the fitting skin. Their clothes and long hair danced without wind, and suddenly a loud sound was heard.
Ying Luo also held the sword with both hands and raised it above her head in response to Jiu Zhao's loud shout.
The Nirvana Phoenix Fire surged again, as if to burn away all the darkness in the world.
Wherever he went, the wood spirits entangled in the barrier gave way, revealing Meng Chu behind the golden light. He had no idea what was about to happen when he saw Jiu Zhao and Ying Luo approaching, one in front and one behind. He was about to let out a sinister laugh when a sharp, tooth-grinding clashing sound suddenly echoed above his head.
Bang!
One, two, three times.
Ying Luo released the power of the jade sword to the extreme, and the sword light turned into a Dharma image halfway up the mountain, slashing down fiercely on Meng Chu's head.
After enduring multiple blows, the seemingly indestructible barrier twisted into spider-web-like diagonal lines and then suddenly shattered!
"cough--"
The immortal weapon was damaged, and Meng Chu suffered a backlash. He covered his chest and suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood, staggering back two steps.
Jiu Zhao's immortal power was also exhausted by Ying Luo's high-frequency attacks.
She was about to faint, but as she fell, she squeezed out the last bit of strength from her dantian and frantically urged the divine whip to tightly wrap around Meng Chu's right hand, making it easier for Ying Luo to cut the Jiyuan rope with her sword.
alright.
The obligations that should be fulfilled have been fulfilled, and the favors that should be repaid have been returned.
I have done everything I should do.
Even if I cannot be honored with the honor of being a celestial being, I have no regrets about this trip.
Jiu Zhao closed his eyes in relief, stopped resisting, and let his body fall between the trees.
One hand tightly gripped her waist.
Jiu Zhao was startled by the sudden pain and opened her eyes again. At the end of her sight was Meng Chu, who was rushing towards them with red eyes, as if he wanted to die with them, and a small cluster of nirvana fire that floated back into her forehead under the guidance of Ying Luo's fairy light.
——Whatever I do for Your Highness is my duty.
The words are still fresh in my mind.
Jiu Zhao was thrown up suddenly, and the water magic quickly covered her whole body, taking her to the Huitian Temple on the wooden roof.
The last glance was of Ying Luo's slender and tall figure running towards Meng Chu with a sword in hand.
The two men clashed with each other, and the explosive immortal power destroyed the surrounding scene.
Then they pulled each other in the fight and both fell from the treetops.
…
Sanqing Heaven, Ziwei Palace.
As Jiuzhao's body fell into the Huitian Palace, the Immortal Examination welcomed a new winner, and the scene in the moving mirror ended.
The immortals watching the test looked at each other in bewilderment.
No matter how fierce the battles were in the past, this was the first time that someone with such unclear will was granted the title of celestial immortal.
The matter involved the emperor's daughter Jiu Zhao, and no one spoke out for a while.
The silence was first broken by a slight noise.
Fuxu, who was sitting quietly watching the test on the left side of the God Emperor's seat, turned into a shimmer of light and disappeared on the spot.
As Jiu Zhao's husband, he left without saying goodbye. Everyone can guess where he went with their toes.
"Imperial throne, Fuxu God he——"
After hesitating for a few moments, the most experienced Southern God King Qiongying spoke hesitantly.
She wanted to report Fuxu but was not granted permission by the emperor, so she left alone, which violated the rules of heaven and was inappropriate.
But when he thought of his daughter who was taking the celestial fairy examination for the first time, and was finally about to enter the final stage of the test, but was ambushed by Meng Chu who absorbed the power of Jiu Zhao and Ying Luo, and fell from the treetop with a scream, he felt a little more indignant and reluctant.
Halfway through her speech, she glared angrily at the Northern God King who was sitting opposite her and stopped talking.
A calm voice rang out from the highest seat: "Everyone, please be patient. The God of Mount Yi is in charge of the examination hall. Please wait and see."
…
Even during the most difficult period of the battle between immortals and demons, Fuxu's heart had never beaten so fast.
Plop, plop, plop.
It seemed that as long as it could not be confirmed that Jiu Zhao was safe and sound, this mass of flesh and blood would struggle out of its throat on its own and head to where she was regardless of everything.
She should be alright—
Meng Chu deserves to die for resorting to such despicable means!
Two completely opposite thoughts were fighting in his mind. Fu Xu closed his eyes and suppressed the rage that was rising several times.
When he came back to his senses, he was already in the Huitian Palace.
The Huitian Palace was originally an open-air platform, named after the giant mirror Huitian floating above it.
The winner of the Heavenly Immortal Examination will ascend to the top and enter the palace, gaining the approval of Heaven. After being illuminated by the light of the divine artifact Huitian, they will be able to cleanse their marrow and bones, and purify their immortal essence. From then on, they will enter the divine realm and embark on the long road to becoming a god.
Fuxu had experienced everything in this hall many years ago and was extremely familiar with it. However, he changed his calm demeanor and ran towards the unconscious figure lying on his side in the hall, almost tripping over the tangled branches on the ground in the process.
"Jiu Zhao, Jiu Zhao!"
Holding Jiuzhao's shoulders and turning her over, Fuxu whispered her name while inputting his strength to find out what was going on.
Fortunately, no one was seriously injured.
It was just that after the immortal power was exhausted, the body fell into a coma in order to protect itself.
Fuxu's heart was half relieved. He breathed a sigh of relief, took off his outer robe, carefully put it on Jiuzhao's shoulders, then knelt down, let her head rest on her thighs, and pointed his finger at the spiritual platform on her forehead, injecting the pure healing power of wood.
Fuxu is the god of war, and his divine power is mostly used for killing.
The only few times in his life that he used healing magic were all for Jiu Zhao.
Only they were left on the high platform, and he waited for Jiu Zhao to wake up while quietly recalling everything Ying Luo had done in the immortal test.
At this moment, the divine weapon that was hanging high in the air, waiting for the judgment of heaven, suddenly started up, reflecting a brilliant light.
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