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Chapter 2019: The Ending Brings Forward
Chapter 2019: The Ending Brings Forward
With a loud bang, the rain of swords was bounced away, and the Blood Demon turned into a cloak and returned behind He Lingchuan.
It has to slow down.
It’s not that it’s too weak, but the opponent’s tactics are clearly aimed at it!
The surrounding scene suddenly became clear, and He Lingchuan looked around and couldn't help but be surprised.
What is this place?
Everyone was in an inexplicable space, which was probably only as big as two martial arts arenas combined. The ground was all mud, and the walls and the ground were covered with huge root-like objects.
The walls are also a combination of wood and earth.
Looking up again, there is a sky as big as a palm.
Are they...trapped in a barrel?
A man stood on the strongest tree root in front. He smiled at He Lingchuan and said:
"He Xiao, we meet again."
She even took a few more glances at He Lingchuan's cloak. Is it a magic weapon? It doesn't look like it. It looks like something is attached to it. It's not a dead thing, but it doesn't look alive either.
No wonder He Xiao named himself Emperor Jiuyou, there are so many weird things about him.
How can ordinary magic weapons withstand the immortals' sword formation and the scorching sun fire?
He Lingchuan took a deep breath, raised his right hand, grasped the halberd, and tapped the ground lightly with the tip of the halberd:
"Qingyang Guardian, life is short. I'm going to give you more time. Why don't you know how to cherish it?"
Of course Qingyang could understand:
The Dragon God Army will soon go to Yao Kingdom to start a war. If they meet again then, she can live longer.
"Back in Lingxu City, I should have killed you with one finger." Qingyang regretted it every time he thought of it. "It's time to mend the fold after the sheep have been lost. I can't let you harm Beijia any longer."
Five years ago, He Xiao came to Lingxu City alone, relying on the false title of Chiyan Country to bully others. If she had been willing to spend more time and effort to get rid of him, she would not have left such a troublesome thing for the Emperor!
During the conversation, He Lingchuan looked at the ground and realized what trap he had fallen into:
Under the feet of everyone was engraved an extremely complicated formation, every line of which was pure red gold, and a bronze talisman was embedded in the eight corners of the formation.
He didn't need to think too much, as Elder Sutuo had already revealed it: "The Great Mountain Moving Formation!"
The Great Moving Mountain Formation can instantly transport people in the formation to a place ten miles away, but it cannot be a closed space. Beijia is of course very proficient in this magical skill. To go from the lower city of Lingxu City to the floating island, he must use the Great Moving Mountain Formation to teleport.
It’s just that the floating island itself is a magical weapon, and the large mountain-moving formation is nested in it, so "teleportation" is a native attribute of the artifact, and the energy consumption is only one tenth of that of an ordinary large mountain-moving formation.
But setting up a mountain-moving formation in the wild is not that easy. The consumption of high-quality black crystals is calculated by the basket, and a sacrifice must be offered - that is, the Jindu ghost cub.
In order to capture them, Qingyang really spent a lot of money.
He Lingchuan roughly figured out where the other formation diagram of this mountain-moving formation was:
That huge flat rock at the entrance of the cave...the bottom!
No one would have the time to turn over such a huge rock. As a result, Qingyang and others drew the diagram of the Great Moving Mountain Formation on the bottom of the rock. The Jindu ghost cub captured by the "Mountain Fixing Cover" was placed on the rock, and He Lingchuan must stand on it.
Once the formation is activated, anyone standing on the boulder will be teleported over.
This move was extremely ingenious, as it directly isolated He Lingchuan from more than a thousand elite soldiers and threw him into this unknown place.
And this place is not really closed, you can still see the sunlight from above - not yet.
He Lingchuan turned his head to look at Nan Ronghe, who had jumped away as soon as he entered here and was now standing two feet away with a sneer on his face.
No need to pretend anymore.
"What's going on?" He Lingchuan stared at him and asked, "Who are you?"
As he said this, he used his true strength in his eyes to look at the other person carefully.
If it was an illusion, it would be revealed now. He had the blessing of the Dayan Dzi Bead and the Yuan force on his body, so it was difficult for any disguise to deceive him.
However, no matter how he looked at it, the person in front of him was still Nan Ronghe, and did not seem fake.
Could it be that Nan Ronghe really had evil intentions and was pretending to surrender from the beginning?
"Nan Ronghe, it's the real deal." Nan Ronghe grinned, a little coldly, "You took my territory, you don't think it's free, right?"
He Lingchuan frowned.
If Nan Ronghe wanted to deal with him, he had several good opportunities in the past few days. Why did he have to wait until today?
Moreover, Nan Ronghe had one son who died, and the rest were not around.
He wanted to set a trap for He Lingchuan. Did he need to sacrifice his most beloved youngest son?
He Lingchuan ignored him and pointed the tip of his spear at Qingyang: "You only have so few people? I thought you were well prepared."
There were several people standing next to Qingyang, with different appearances.
Qingyang smiled: "That's enough. You, the so-called 'Dragon God', will be refined into a dragon ball in the Wood King Cauldron!"
Ding? He Lingchuan's expression changed slightly, and a gust of wind passed by him.
Elder Suda has already rushed out.
Why bother talking so much? Just do it! Don't give the enemy time to activate the next trap.
Someone beside Qingyang raised his hand and made a sword gesture. Hundreds of small swords suddenly gathered into the shape of a spear and stabbed fiercely at Elder Suta, trying to open his skull and break his brain.
This whole set of small swords is called the "Qingmeng Sword Formation".
Being able to control objects and capture enemies from a distance like this is already a method used by immortals!
The spiritual energy of heaven and earth has become more and more abundant recently, and its concentration is already about three times that before He Lingchuan made a big fuss in the Heavenly Palace, so new magical powers are emerging one after another.
It's the same principle as big fish come out of deep water. Immortal spells like this are a little easier to perform.
Just a little bit is enough to bring about a change in the situation of the battle.
Elder Suta was not afraid at all and just lowered his head and bumped into him.
When the green spear was about to hit its back, it jumped forward and its huge horns hit the spear head directly.
This flexibility is inversely proportional to its bulky body.
With a loud "clang" sound, the green spear was broken into small swords, and Elder Suta was also hit and stopped, and his speed did not increase.
A faint light flashed beside it, and it passed by first. It was He Lingchuan who threw the Fu Sheng Knife directly at Qingyang!
This was faster than lightning, and the green swords in the sky had no time to react before the cold light of the blade reflected on Qingyang's face.
As long as she dares to accept it, there will be many changes to the Floating Life Sword.
However, Qingyang was not impulsive, and only made a strange move:
Lean back.
She sank into the wall, as smoothly as if she were sinking into water.
Fu Sheng's knife hit the wall, and with a "clang" it cut off the wooden roots, but did not hit anyone.
The sound was like the clanging of metal.
Apparently this place is not as simple as it seems.
He Lingchuan made a diagonal cut gesture, and the Fu Sheng Knife made a diagonal cut along the wall, as fast as lightning.
The people brought by Qingyang also fell into the wall, but there were always one or two who were half a beat slower. Fusheng passed by, cutting off two pieces of clothing and half of his calf!
Then the light dimmed.
He Lingchuan looked up and the sky had disappeared.