Everything was ready, and they remained motionless as the surroundings quieted down again.
The unique sll of burning firewood lingered in the air.
Huang Zhengyang used Sound Transmission into Secret: "This little village lives quite prosperously."
Chu Zhiyuan nodded.
This was obviously due to the advantageous geographical environnt.
The village had good water, fertile fields, and abundant Spiritual Energy, plus plenty of wild animals.
The village had many skilled hunters.
If it were an ordinary small village, they wouldn’t have lunch, only eating in the morning and evening.
Unlike this village, where every household had lunch, and every table had at.
Huang Zhengyang used Sound Transmission into Secret: "Such a prosperous village has been ravaged by the demons of Dan Yang Heaven; it’s intolerable!"
Chu Zhiyuan slowly nodded.
He always chose to get along well with Huang Zhengyang and establish his achievents through Huang Zhengyang for this very reason.
Huang Zhengyang had a true heart of compassion, not worn away by the worldly fa and profit like other officials.
To hold the position of Deputy Director and still have such sincerity was truly rare.
Huang Zhengyang was about to speak but suddenly stopped, wide-eyed.
On the opposite mountain peak’s blue stone, a strand of white light suddenly erged.
It was as if several thin incense sticks were inserted into a censer, with threads of white light drifting upwards, forming a twisting pattern after reaching a foot high, and then spreading out.
He would have overlooked it had he not been staring in that direction with exceptional eyesight.
Threads of white light drifted around, seemingly bound by invisible forces, unable to spread beyond a ter.
In an instant, they each ford a light ball with a one-ter diater.
The three white light balls suddenly condensed, forming three white flowers.
The three one-ter diater white roses lined up in a row upon the giant blue stone.
Layer upon layer, the petals blood.
At the end of the petals, a figure suddenly appeared at the center of the flower.
In the center stood a tall, thin figure, flanked by shorter, stouter figures, forming a mountain shape.
They stood at the flower’s center, clad in white robes, their forms vaguely visible, as if standing at the bottom of a lake.
The faces were unclear, the forms only perceivable, as if seen through a water curtain.
With the water rippling, their silhouettes shook constantly, seemingly real yet illusory.
They ford handprints with their palms together.
A small white flower, the size of a pinky finger, appeared and glistened at their brow centers.
The white petals began to move again, closing layer by layer, each layer sealing at the flower’s core, absorbing into the n’s bodies.
As the petals entered their bodies, the figures of the three n gradually solidified.
Their facial features gradually beca distinct, all middle-aged, with dignity and grave seriousness shrouding their brows.
The golden-thread embroidery on their white robes beca faintly visible.
The golden threads were extrely fine, elusive.
The gold-thread embroidered flowers shimred, seemingly flickering.
Their noble elegance naturally stood out.
Huang Zhengyang’s expression subtly changed, lowering his voice in Sound Transmission into Secret: "Indeed, there are three! ... Are they the ones?"
Chu Zhiyuan nodded.
"Then let’s act!" Huang Zhengyang said.
Chu Zhiyuan nodded in response.
Huang Zhengyang leapt up, charging toward the opposite side, shouting: "Demons of the Flower God Sect, we’ve been waiting for you for a long ti!"
Four experts followed closely behind.
The three middle-aged n were imrsed in so unknown disturbance, their bodies stiff.
As a sudden explosion rang in their ears, they turned their heads in astonishnt.
They saw Huang Zhengyang and four other middle-aged n in mystic robes pouncing toward them.
They laughed coldly, their disdainful gaze resembling that of adults watching over children.
Slowly raising their hands, they ford hand seals.
Before each of them, a mass of white light condensed, transforming into a crystal-clear rose.
The fist-sized crystal roses shot toward Huang Zhengyang and the four mystic-robed experts.
Huang Zhengyang struck out with a palm in mid-air, a red Hand Seal surging forth.
The four middle-aged n in mystic robes also struck out with different Hand Seals, each glowing differently.
"Pop! Pop! Pop!"
Amid three crisp sounds, Huang Zhengyang and the four middle-aged n in mystic robes flew backward, vomiting Blood Arrows in mid-air.
He roared with unwillingness: "Elders, strike!"
He knew the demons of Dan Yang Heaven were formidable, but he hadn’t expected them to be this strong.
They couldn’t withstand even a single move.
Fortunately, they had six Tribute mbers forming an array; otherwise, this would be disastrous.
"Woo..."
Amid the howling sound, six giant beasts appeared in mid-air, each three zhang long.
One resembled a lion, another a phoenix, another a black bear, another a white tiger, another a giant snake, and yet another a giant eagle.
They were rely shadows, yet their aura was astounding; combined, the six beasts had the force to topple the heavens.
They each lunged at the three middle-aged n in white robes, two beasts per person.
The three middle-aged n in white robes laughed coldly, forming seals, each summoning a crystalline rose which blood and then collided with the beasts.
"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom..."
The muffled sounds were like thunder.
Gales howled, sand and stones flew, green trees and verdant grasses turned to dust.
The six giant beasts engaged in battle with the three middle-aged n in white robes, their forms blurred.
Only mud and stones, grass and branches rolled and concealed everyone’s vision.
Huang Zhengyang leaned against a tree branch, wiped away the blood from his lips, and took out the Purple Box from his sleeve.
He originally wanted to wait until the demons of Dan Yang Heaven were exhausted before using the Spiritual Treasure.
But now it seed doubtful that the extraordinary formation of the six Tribute mbers could take down the three demon adversaries.
He had no choice but to use the God-Binding Rope early.
The small Purple Lacquer Box opened, revealing a thumb-sized piece of yellow jade nestled within.
He gritted his teeth, plucked it out, and pressed it against his brow center.
Imdiately, he activated the Mnemonic to rge his spiritual power and True Yuan, channeling it through his brow center into the yellow jade.
At the sa ti, he closed the Purple Lacquer Box and tucked it back into his sleeve, then took out a Jade Bottle.
The Jade Bottle contained Soul Reviving Pills, and he poured all of them directly into his mouth.
Stowing the Jade Bottle back into his sleeve, he closed his eyes, fully focusing on activating the Mnemonic to Master the God-Binding Rope.
"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom..."
The mountain peak’s muffled sounds were incessant, the gales roared, sand and stones flew, branches and leaves scattered.
At his brow center, the patterns inside the thumb-sized yellow jade began to glow, as if light flowed along the patterns.
As the patterns lit up, the yellow jade quickly thinned and elongated as if it were softening, continuously stretched by an external force.
It grew thinner and longer, eventually becoming as thin as hair, extending thirty ters long.
One end adhered to his brow center, the other end hovered in the air.
Floating and gently swaying in the air, as if coming alive.
Huang Zhengyang’s face rapidly turned pale, his spiritual power rapidly drained by the God-Binding Rope.
Even after swallowing so many Soul Reviving Pills, he still felt his spirit waning, his vision intermittently darkening.
He knew his cultivation was still insufficient, using the God-Binding Rope was too taxing.
Seizing the opportunity while he could still see clearly, he urged the God-Binding Rope to strike.
The God-Binding Rope moved and disappeared into the Void, as if it drilled into and rged with the Void.
In the next mont, one of the middle-aged n in white robes atop the mountain beca immobilized.
As if bound by invisible forces.
With a "boom," he was struck by a black bear, sent flying, and then pecked by a giant eagle with a pained "ah."
One of his eyes exploded with blood.
Another peck by the giant eagle turned his other eye into a black hole, blood gushing out.
The giant eagle’s next peck targeted his brow center.
"Snap!"
The eagle’s beak, however, was blocked by a brilliant rose.
"Boom!"
He was once again sent flying straight toward Huang Zhengyang.
The giant eagle flapped its wings, instantly catching up to him mid-air, its next peck aid at his heart.
"Pop!"
A Blood Arrow shot out from his chest, his eyes wide with fury, his body twisting mid-air, veering toward Huang Zhengyang.
Having identified the culprit, he was determined to drag a scapegoat with him, even if it ant dying.
Beside Huang Zhengyang, a Shadowless Sword flickered, slicing open his neck, beheading him instantly.
It was the Golden Sword.
The headless body passed by Huang Zhengyang, colliding heavily with a nearby tree, embedding itself into it.
A wisp of black thread left the corpse, drifting in front of Huang Zhengyang.
His face pale as paper, he looked at the suspended Golden Sword with dim eyes and a bitter smile.
If it weren’t for the Golden Sword blocking just now, he would have been sacrificed in the Jade and Stone Burning.
User Comments
0 comments from readers