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Before he could finish speaking, Cangwuzi roared and the Heavenly Dao Token burst forth with a dazzling blue light.
The twelve elders from beyond the heavens simultaneously formed intricate hand seals, and seven stars fell from the sky.
Chains intertwined in the void, shimmering with an eerie light.
The chains twisted like an ancient python, the ancient runes engraved on their scales gleaming with murderous intent, rushing straight towards the closing crack.
Boom—A cold light tore through space, and Jingni's sword blade, carrying the sword intent of Qingxiao Jiuque, roared out.
The Mo family's mechanical patterns on the sword blade burst forth with brilliant blue light, and each of the 800 runes flowed with the power of ancient secret arts.
Wherever the sword energy passed, space distorted and shattered like a mirror.
The Seven Star Chains shattered inch by inch the moment they came into contact with the sword energy, turning into stardust and dissipating into the air.
Yan Lingji followed closely behind, and nine fire serpents formed from blue flames soared into the air.
They intertwined in the void, forming a towering wall of fire that devoured all the remaining attacks.
Amidst the raging flames, a chilling killing intent could be faintly seen flashing across her exquisite face.
"Xiao Chong!" Wei Changxuan's roar was like a thunderclap.
A giant golden hand, formed from primordial true energy, emerged from the crack.
The golden wheel pattern on his palm shone brightly, each line exuding a world-shaking pressure.
The Emperor's Seal was originally a national treasure, but you used it to collude with the Dark River and harm the common people!
Today, in the name of the Beginning, I temporarily accept this seal for three years!
A giant golden hand sliced through the sky, causing the air to crack and pop wherever it passed.
Xiao Chong fought back with all his might, and the dragon-patterned armor around his body emitted its last glimmer of light.
But under the pressure of the Primordial True Qi, he felt an irresistible suction force coming from him.
The moment the seal slipped from his hand, he was struck as if by lightning, and a mouthful of blood spurted into the void.
He staggered back three steps, his eyes filled with venom as he stared at Wei Changxuan: Wei Changxuan! The Northern Li royal family will never let you go!
His roar echoed through the collapsing secret realm, while the Human Emperor Seal was firmly grasped by the golden giant hand, completely severing its connection with him.
Just as the void rift was about to close, a dark shadow shot out from the steep cliff like an arrow.
Meng Lang's clothes were tattered and covered in blood, and the gourd he always carried with him was nowhere to be found.
He brandished his nine-ringed saber, the frenzied saber energy condensed on its blade spreading like ink.
It turned the surrounding air into a thick black color, and wherever it passed, rocks crumbled and vegetation withered instantly.
"Give me back the Heavenly Punishment Thunder Marrow!" His roar was filled with madness and resentment, and he seemed like a demon consumed by obsession.
However, before his attack could even touch the crack, a streak of blue light flashed like lightning.
Lu Shaoyou's Qingxiao Sword, imbued with a sharp sword intent, pierced his shoulder blade with unparalleled precision.
Meng Lang let out a shrill scream as the long sword slipped from his hand and fell, tracing a desperate arc in the air.
Upon seeing this, the black-clad man carrying the bronze coffin suddenly swung out three poisoned iron chains from his withered arm.
The iron chains, like the spitting tongue of a venomous snake, gleamed with an eerie green light and coiled towards Meng Lang, attempting to pull him back.
Lei Qianjue was already poised to strike, his body crackling with lightning as the thunder dragon condensed in his palm roared out.
In an instant, a thunderous force poured down, and the iron chains instantly melted into molten iron in the intense heat.
The flying sparks illuminated the black-clad man's face, which was covered in lividity.
With a deafening roar, the man in black, along with the bronze coffin, plummeted into the abyss.
Only Meng Lang's furious, unwilling roar remained, echoing through the valley before gradually dissipating in the wind.
Chapter 419 Blood Fiend Puppet!
With a final roar, the void rift closed completely, and the light dissipated.
Xiao Chong and the others stood frozen in place, staring at the empty sky, their faces filled with shock and resentment.
The fierce exchange just now felt like a nightmare, yet it was so real that it was unbelievable.
On the other side, the void passage was filled with a ghostly blue glow, like a dream.
Mu Nanzhi's fingertips trembled slightly in Wei Changxuan's palm.
She looked up, her eyes reflecting the constantly distorting space, her voice tinged with unease:
Young master, where are we headed?
Before she could finish speaking, the passageway suddenly trembled violently, and gravel fell like raindrops.
A sickening grinding sound came from above, as if the entire passage was under immense pressure.
Qingxuzi's expression was solemn. He lightly waved his whisk, and a phantom star map slowly unfolded before him.
The ancient star trails gleamed with a mysterious silver light: when Qingxiaozi shattered the void back then,
Seven grotto-heavens remained beyond the nine heavens. The passage here should connect to the Tianquan Grotto-heaven.
Just then, Lei Qianjue suddenly let out a muffled groan, and lightning crackled all around him.
A powerful void turbulence swept in, instantly tearing open his sleeve and revealing a deep, bone-revealing wound.
Blood dripped onto the ground, turning into wisps of smoke, and a pungent, burnt smell filled the air.
Upon seeing this, Sikong Yan immediately unfolded the Mountain and River Fan. The illusory images of Confucian classics appearing on the fan surface emanated a righteous and awe-inspiring aura.
A semi-transparent protective shield forms: Be careful, everyone, the passage is becoming unstable!
Ripples spread across the surface of the shield, which swayed precariously under the impact of the void turbulence, as if it would shatter at any moment.
Everyone's hearts were in their throats, wondering what dangers awaited them ahead.
Jing Ni's Jing Ni Sword suddenly trembled violently.
It emitted a humming sound like a dragon's roar, and the void distorted like a shattered mirror wherever the sword tip pointed.
It was Xiao Chong who launched the attack from the outside! Before she could finish speaking, twelve black shadows burst forth from the rift.
The bronze golem landed with a deafening roar, the screeching sound of its metal joints turning like the sharpening of death's knife.
The puppets' eyes pulsed with a frenzied crimson light, and half-foot-long poisoned bone spikes suddenly sprang from their joints.
The bone spikes sliced through the air, leaving behind eerie purple ripples in the void.
Wherever it passed, even the rocks began to erode with a hissing sound.
Yan Lingji took the initiative, and nine chains of blue flame shot out like red snakes, drawing a dazzling trajectory in the air.
Asking for flowers
However, the puppet at the very front suddenly let out an inhuman shriek, its veins bulging like gnarled, withered vines.
The next moment, it exploded with a roar, and a foul-smelling toxic mist swept in like a tidal wave.
The poisonous fog was an eerie dark green color. Wherever it went, the stone walls of the passage were instantly corroded with countless holes, and gravel fell like raindrops.
The golden wheel pattern on Wei Changxuan's chest suddenly burst forth with dazzling light, and the Primordial True Qi surged like a long river, transforming into a golden barrier to block the poisonous mist from entering.
His expression was solemn, and his voice carried an unusual sternness: No! These are Blood Fiend Puppets from the Dark River, hold your breath!
This Blood Fiend Puppet is not only a mechanical puppet, but it is also made from the flesh and blood of living people. It is extremely poisonous, and once you inhale the poisonous mist, your meridians will be completely severed.
Lu Shaoyou reacted extremely quickly, and the Azure Sky Sword burst forth with a dazzling blue light, its sword energy instantly transforming into a massive whirlwind.
The whirlwind swept the poisonous fog deeper into the passage, temporarily averting the crisis.
However, just as everyone breathed a sigh of relief, a dark shadow flashed by like a ghost.
The Confucian disciple at the very back let out a shrill scream and fell heavily to the ground, a half-broken bronze fingernail, gleaming with an eerie light, lodged in his chest.
Chapter 420 The Shock of the Crowd! Refining Oneself!
"Brother Sikong!" Wei Changxuan flashed forward and instantly supported the swaying Sikong Yan.
Strange bluish-purple patterns had appeared on the latter's neck, and the toxins were spreading rapidly along the meridians like a venomous snake.
"Senior Qingxuzi!" Wei Changxuan shouted anxiously.
The old Taoist priest moved like lightning, instantly appearing beside Sikong Yan, his fingertips flying.
Quickly apply pressure to seven key acupoints on his body to temporarily halt the spread of the toxin.
"800," he said, taking out an antique jade bottle from his sleeve and pouring out a fragrant pill.
This is the Nine-Turn Rejuvenation Pill from the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion, but it can only suppress the toxicity for three days.
Just then, Mu Nanzhi suddenly pointed to the end of the passage, her voice filled with fear: Look!
Deep within the passage, countless bronze golems surged forth like a black tide, their metallic clanging deafening, like the death knell of the apocalypse.
The leader carried the familiar bronze coffin on his back; half of his mask was shattered.
His face, covered in lividity, was exposed; beneath the rotting flesh, black blood vessels throbbed like earthworms.
The hoarse and sinister voice echoed in the passage: Wei Changxuan... hand over... the Heavenly Pivot Token... an even more brutal battle is about to erupt.
It's Yin Jiuyou, the Third Elder of the Dark River and the Corpse Demon! Lightning crackled and danced wildly around Lei Qianjue.
The void passage beneath their feet rippled violently.
His silver hair stood on end like steel needles, and the lightning ball gathered in his palm sent the surrounding puppets staggering backward.
The bronze components at the joints creaked under the strain.
He actually turned himself into a living corpse! This kind of evil magic is truly insane!
Yin Jiuyou let out a grotesque laugh that made one's teeth ache, his rotting mouth stretching to his ears, revealing his stark white bones.
With a deafening roar, the bronze coffin he was carrying burst open.
A strong, putrid stench assaulted the senses, as if the gates of the deepest hell had been opened.
Countless blood-fiend puppets, reeking of decay, surged forth like a tidal wave.
Crimson will-o'-the-wisps flickered in their hollow eye sockets, and poisoned bone spikes protruding from their joints dripped dark green venom, corroding deep pits into the ground.
The air inside the passage instantly became thick and suffocating. The ancient runes on the stone walls hissed and emitted an eerie purple light under the corrosive effects of the corpse poison.