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It turns out that in a life-or-death situation.
People's potential will be activated to the greatest extent.
Under normal circumstances, Zhang Mengchu felt that he might not be able to crack the ancestor's formation in his lifetime.
But under the threat of death, he tried his best, coupled with the inspiration that kept emerging in his mind...
He succeeded!
"I'm done! Hahahaha! I'm done!"
Zhang Mengchu opened his eyes, raised his head and laughed wildly three times.
No matter how many obstacles there are ahead, he can overcome them with his talent.
He stood up and was about to reinforce the formation, but suddenly he felt a shadow looming over him.
Zhang Mengchu shuddered, and an ominous premonition emerged in his head.
He twisted his stiff neck and slowly raised his head.
There was a woman with disheveled hair standing in front of him.
She lay on the shield activated by the magic array like a female ghost, her pair of red peach blossom eyes staring at him like a hunting she-wolf.
What made Zhang Mengchu even more terrified was that there were originally ninety-nine restrictions, but now there was only one layer left.
“Crack, crack—”
He saw that the place where the shield was grasped by Master Yuyao's hand was gradually breaking into pieces, and spider-web-like cracks were gradually spreading.
There is no doubt that the last layer of restriction is about to be broken.
Now Zhang Mengchu has three questions.
First, how long did he stay in meditation? Why were the ninety-nine layers of restrictions torn apart by Master Yuyao until only one layer remained?
Second, what exactly is the special situation that the ancestor mentioned?
Third, if the ancestor doesn’t come again, won’t he die?
"Master Yuyao, there are indeed some misunderstandings between you and me." Zhang Mengchu looked at Master Yuyao's pretty face that was red from 'anger' and her 'heavy breathing like a cow' due to her irritability. Cold sweat had already appeared on his back. He could only bite the bullet and try his best to calm Master Yuyao's emotions.
"Why don't we sit down and talk it over. Just tell me what compensation you need. We are both well-known and prestigious people. It would be a shame to just fight and kill. Don't you think so?"
As he spoke, he backed away and soon retreated to the corner.
땤As the cracks spread to the entire shield, Master Yuyao grabbed hard with all five fingers.
Click——!
The last restriction was shattered.
Zhang Mengchu was desperate.
Looking at Master Yuyao who was approaching step by step.
He drew his sword with his right hand and held it across his body, looking outside the courtyard and shouting at the top of his voice.
“Ancestor! Help! I’m really going to die this time! Help—!”
He heard the sounds of flutes and pipes nearby.
Who would sit around playing the flute in the back hills for no reason?
Without a doubt, it must be the ancestor!
The sounds of the flute and pipe outside the courtyard stopped abruptly, but within two seconds they started again, and the tone was more urgent than before.
Listening to the lascivious music, Zhang Mengchu felt dizzy.
He looked at Master Yuyao approaching him, and suddenly felt that Master Yuyao was so pretty, even with disheveled hair she was still so lovable.
Especially as Master Yuyao approached, a faint orchid fragrance filled the air.
Is that the body fragrance of Master Yuyao?
Zhang Mengchu bit the tip of his tongue, trying to sober himself up.
But his subconscious was telling him that this smell was quite pleasant, should he research where it came from?
What time is it, and you are still studying these?!
Zhang Mengchu wanted to slap himself in the face, but his outstretched hand reached forward.
I don't know what I touched, I just felt something soft around my fingers.
Taoist Yuyao also roared and rushed towards him.
When Zhang Mengchu saw that wolf-like and tiger-like appearance, he finally came to his senses for a moment.
"Hey! Witch, retreat immediately!"
He raised his sword to block, but he was no match for Master Yuyao.
The sword was easily pushed into the wall by Master Yuyao's bare hands.
"My life is over!" Zhang Mengchu's head turned cold and he closed his eyes in despair.
He did not resent Chen Huaian for not coming to save him, he only resented his own poor skills and weak strength.
If he was also a cultivator in the Multiplication Stage, he would be able to hold out against Master Yuyao for a longer period of time.
The ancestor just couldn't spare the time...
Master Yuyao's breath is very close, so close!
How will he die?
I guess Master Yuyao will chop off his head and devour his soul...
After all, isn't the characteristic of Yuyao Zhenren's evil skills to refine the true essence and soul of other cultivators?
It is estimated that by then he won't even have a chance to escape.
I thought so.
There was only a 'swish' sound.
Zhang Mengchu was stunned, and only felt one of his legs was chilly.
He opened his eyes belatedly.
But he found that Master Yuyao had an aggressive smile on her lips, and with her right hand she pulled half of his trouser leg and threw it aside, her movements were calm and graceful, like a cat playing with a mouse. Then she pulled up his other trouser leg, tugged it hard, and threw it aside.
This expression, this smile, this behavior... it doesn't look like he wants to kill someone.
It's more like a gangster rushing into a brothel, looking at the girl inside and ready to fight!
Zhang Mengchu had a lot of questions in his head and looked confused.
but……
He seemed to come to his senses.
It seems that the special situation that the ancestor mentioned is happening now?
So here comes the question.
Zhang Mengchu felt conflicted.
Should he continue to shout for help?
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"Brother, you are wasting precious things!" Old Demon Xiao narrowed his eyes slightly. He could clearly see what inhumane things were happening in the hut as he had achieved perfection in the Three Tribulations. He felt it was a pity because he could see him: "Although the Immortal Yuyao didn't have any good stuff, it was a top-notch furnace. How could it be given away to a stinky kid in the Cave Void Realm?"
"Zhang Mengchu got the first blood of Master Yuyao." Chen Huaian replied indifferently.
"What?!" Old Demon Xiao was stunned: "Him? Dongxu! Took the first blood of a person in the Three Tribulations Realm?"
"At that time, True Man Yuyao was not yet in the Third Tribulation Realm, but in the First Tribulation Realm, and this deity and Dan Sheng were setting her up." Chen Huaian touched his chin and recalled, "Putting all that aside, even if True Man Yuyao had a top-level furnace, this deity would not be interested. A truly powerful person does not need a furnace to improve his cultivation. Brother, some of your ideas are too demonic, and need to be changed."
Upon hearing this, Old Demon Xiao stood in awe.
"I see. I am narrow-minded."
He sighed secretly in his heart.
My brother has come this far, so he must have regarded things like furnaces, cauldrons, and beauties as shit.
He was still thinking about the loss of Zhang Mengchu caused by Master Yuyao's top-grade cauldron.
My brother already disdains this kind of furnace that has reached the advanced stage!
Is this really my brother?
Old Demon Xiao looked at Chen Huaian's back, his head filled with shock beyond words.
With such a powerful brother, why worry that the Heavenly Demon Sect can't be the best in the world? !
He still has a lot to learn from his brother!
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Just when Old Demon Xiao's admiration for Chen Huaian was like an endless torrent of water.
Chen Huaian looked at the battlefield in the courtyard and sighed.
Zhang Mengchu also had to eat again, and he and Master Yuyao fought so hard that the world changed color and they didn't know what the world was.
I just wonder when he and Qingran will be able to be like this?
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