Chapter 3179: Chapter 1620: The Simple Folkways of Changde Town, Crossing the Sea to Invite 8 Revered Bazhun’an_2
He took another deep breath, finally sneering without paying heed, just throwing himself into the underground wine barrel.
“Learn it!”
“Not ten thousand of your flatteries can match the speed of my Enlightennt.”
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Sizzle!
Central Region, Qilin Realm.
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The bustling city remained as usual.
Suddenly, in a hidden great array, soone exclaid, looking up: “What’s happening, I feel like I’m being watched?”
“Being watched?” the person beside was confused.
“Right.”
“Did you find the source?”
“No, it flashed by, seed like soone just passing by?”
“Sect Master, you are a higher void, if soone is peeping without detection, the other party must be…”
“Shh, silence! Hope it’s really just passing by, let’s not discuss this anymore, to avoid trouble.”
“Yes!”
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Sizzle!
Central Region, Central Yuan world.
In the fervent underground auction, an elder suddenly looked up:
“Who!”
“Old sir?” the female servant was startled.
The elder pointed at the mask on his face: “Everyone’s wearing this, and your people are still peeping? Really not afraid of dying?”
“It’s a misunderstanding, old sir!”
The female servant, terrified, knelt down: “Our Golden Broom Auction is reputable, once you enter the private room, there’s absolutely no peeping, we have, we have, a Saint vouching for us!”
Saint…
A demi-saint?
Or, above a demi-saint?
The elder himself was a demi-saint.
Even he couldn’t catch the source of the monitoring if pursued further, it would be thankless…
It was himself!
Being a demi-saint, indicated the ability to adapt.
After much thought, the elder sighed deeply, covering his chest:
“I suddenly fell seriously ill today, I have to go ho, open the teleportation portal…”
“No! Just open a back door, continue the auction, I’ll leave alone.”
“My wife is still waiting for at ho, if I’m not back by dusk, she’ll go crazy, today she knew I ca to your auction for fun…”
The female servant could not miss the hint, although not understanding, she could only nod repeatedly:
“Yes!”
…
Sizzle!
From Central Region to the south, all the way down.
Higher than higher void, those with sensitive spiritual intuition almost simultaneously sensed sothing.
But trying to capture it minutely, nothing was gained.
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Sizzle!
A storm lifted in Southern Underworld.
This sea isolated the Central Region, Southern Region’s two big plates, and also stretched the world south surrounding the Land of Sin being one of the Seven Breaks, rumored to be the birthplace of the Kun Peng Divine Envoy from the Holy Divine Palace.
Southern Underworld, also known as the heavenly lake.
The sea region, always a place beyond the extre exploration of Spiritual Cultivators, more mysterious than above the Stairway to Heaven.
This place contained nurous ferocious beasts, not rumors, but indeed many ancient mutated beast’s bloodline, inherited here.
Crossing the Southern Underworld was in dreams, rarely achieved in reality.
Even a demi-saint could be disturbed by various strange interferences in the Southern Underworld, subsequently getting lost.
Today, a storm arose in the Southern Underworld.
Multiple ferocious beasts erged from the sea surface, reasons unknown.
From afar, a straight line opened up towards the south.
The line, starting from the north of the Southern Underworld, straight without error through the belly of the sea, finally reaching the south of the Southern Underworld, landing on the coastline.
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Sizzle.
Various strongholds of the Divine Sect, people stood up alard.
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Sizzle.
In Xu Yue Grey Palace forbidden grounds, suddenly a howling was heard, followed by a dragon’s roar.
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Sizzle.
In Half-Moon Bay Flower Pavilion.
An elder in black, breaking out from underground, went directly to the third floor of the Flower Pavilion, among a group of chattering won, he found two figures in black and white, and heaved a sigh of relief.
Night Guardian and Bai Yezi, both Pavilion Masters, looked at each other with confusion:
“Supre Elder, what has happened?”
The elder in black shook his head, not saying much:
“No worries.”
Pausing, he seed to be talking to himself:
“It’s good if there’s nothing wrong.”
And he silently added in his heart:
Not sensing anything is also good, at least there’s no worries.
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Sizzle.
A hidden cave.
The Storyteller, holding a watering can, was watering plants while humming an unknown opera, in quite a good mood.
Suddenly, at a certain mont, he let out a startled “Ah”.
He threw down the water bottle, his long jade legs with high slits clamped together, unconsciously arching his body, his delicate hands covering beneath his hips to stop the skirt from blowing up, and with a blaming tone he said:
“Whose good person is it to ss up soone’s skirt?”
Thud, thud, thud.
Hastily moving on lotus steps.
The Storyteller ran to the stone wall, reached out, and gently knocked a few tis:
“Brother~ Brother~”
“Who just ca?”
“Is it just my illusion, has Old Cao arrived? Wasn’t he trapped by Elder Dao?”
“Hurry and answer, I’m dying from the suspense! Ah, if you don’t speak up, I’m going to forcefully break in!”
There seed to be a voice inside the stone gate.
The Storyteller quickly shut his mouth and pressed his ear against the wall to eavesdrop.
In fact, there was no need to eavesdrop; the situation was over, and soon a feeble and weak reply ca from inside, from among the Bazhun’an:
“It’s Cao Yihan, cough, cough, pugh!”
The Storyteller’s pupils constricted.
Among the Ten High Nobles, the sleeping lion known as “the greatest in Spiritual Cultivation” was about to awaken?
Wait, why are you spitting blood again?
Those unaware would think you were assassinated inside the stone house under soone’s protection!
“Brother, brother~”
“You’re not hurt, right? The matter with Cao Yihan shouldn’t be a big deal, right?”
No way, that would be surprising!
But that didn’t stop the Storyteller from beating around the bush.
He was too curious, he wanted to share the secret with his brother.
The weak voice inside the stone gate paused for a mont, quickly responding:
“I’m fine.”
“He’s not in much trouble either.”
“Just asked for a small favor.”
Don’t help him!
The Storyteller pouted, reminding him: “You! Are! In! Retreat!”
“A small favor.”
“A small favor is still trouble!” The Storyteller struck his chest, proudly saying, “You don’t need to move, what needs to be done? I’ll co!”
As the sound of his voice fell, his waterfall-like long hair transford into black needles, each one angrily pointing to the sky, and his beautiful red dress rapidly turned smoky black.
His entire body then stiff, fell to the ground like a board, and on the muddy ground floundered like a fish tossed into a frying pan, ceaselessly flapping and convulsing:
“Er, burp, err…”
In the stone cave, a deep sigh sounded:
“Ning Honghong, I thought you were only watching the higher void, but it turns out you are truly hollow.”
“After so many years, this is all you have achieved, why don’t you just go back ho and continue singing opera?”
“Err, err…”
The Storyteller’s eyes rolled back, mouth foaming, struggling to speak: “The higher void… is, powerful… err, okay…”
“Waste.”
“Err… void… burp, cannot… insult…”
…
“Trouble!”
Divine Relics.
When he saw Cao Erzhu summoning his father’s virtual image, Dao Qiongcang was pleased.
This was part of the plan.
After all, just relying on himself and Xu Xiaoshou was not feasible.
It needed a person without brains, but fully output capable, and a fully mature body to co over, to find an opportunity under these circumstances.
The Divine was no longer reliable.
He had already abandoned his physique.
For an ancient warrior to voluntarily abandon his physique, that was even more “critically wounded” than being half-wasted.
It had to be Kui Leihan himself coming over for there to be a chance to turn the situation around!
Yet in an instant, upon seeing the virtual image of Kui Leihan’s eyes dimming down, turning into an ordinary virtual image devoid of spiritual intelligence.
Dao Qiongcang’s heart sank, thinking of sothing.
Oh no! It’s over!
Heavenly blunders can be defied, but self-inflicted disasters cannot… despite doing thousands of calculations, this step was not anticipated!
“What’s wrong?” Xu Xiaoshou communicated telepathically, “Kui Leihan seems unable to co?”
“Yes.” Dao Qiongcang’s eyes filled with bitter deflation.
“Why? His roar just now definitely montarily suppressed the Cursed Yin. No matter how far he is, shouting ‘Ran Ming’ should have brought him here!”
The Divine Relics could only be entered, not exited.
Before this great battle had started, people had trickled in, though very few.
And once they ca in, it was like food entering a stomach, quickly digested by the Cursed Yin, hence no one was seen.
Kui Leihan’s roar just now was definitely in awareness of his son’s current predicant; he couldn’t possibly not intervene.
Still training?
Which parent lets their son face an evil god the mont they start out?
Alive father!
Dao Qiongcang, however, bitterly responded: “Yes, he did control the evil god, but I also controlled him outside… the Cursed Yin must have reacted and blocked the entrance pathway…”
Xu Xiaoshou: ???
Alive Way!
And you, my way, why don’t you go and die?
“It’s my fault.”
Cleverness rebounded by cleverness.
Dao Qiongcang fiercely slapped himself, then quickly rubbed his cheeks, crying out “Sorry”…
Wrong slap.
Not only did he ss up by tricking his father, but he also slapped his son; truly inhumane.
Xu Xiaoshou no longer had ti to delay with Dao Qiongcang. With a sudden flash, he rushed towards the Cursed Yin, like a brave warrior:
“You attack the front, I’ll save Erzhu!”
“After rescuing, won and children run first, the elderly cover the rear, let’s leave so seeds for the Shengshen Continent!”
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