"Uncle Jiang?"
Li Xuan, who is currently unlocking the chanism ahead, surprisingly looks back and then his expression freezes a bit. "You have reached the heavenly level?"
At this mont, a wave of ecstatic emotions surges in his chest.
Li Xuan was puzzled. He had sent a request for help to Jiang Yunqi with a talisman paper when he ca down from Zhenyao Tower. But why hadn’t Jiang Yunqi arrived by the ti they entered the palace?
Now, Jiang Yunqi is the only strong reinforcent he could expect in the whole Nanjing City.
"Shortly after you left, Yue Huaiyuan sent over the magical instrunts they had refined, which delayed a bit," Jiang Yunqi said. He glanced at Li Xuan, who was glowing and emanating a powerful aura from his body, his lips twitched slightly, revealing a trace of worry in his eyes.
He then turned his gaze away and looked solemnly at the brick wall in front of him that was stacked like a Luoshu Bagua.
"Does this lead to the Under Palace of Xiao Mausoleum? I rember that Hanyun is on duty in the Under Palace today, right?"
If so, he might have really been late today.
Tingtian Ao also looked surprised, it wondered when this Divine Doctor from Jiangnan broke through to the heavenly level?
After that, it shuddered, feeling a sharp murderous aura sweeping across everywhere.
As Li Xuan pressed down on the last blue stone, a gate about three people wide in front of them began to rise with a "ka-ka" sound.
Seizing the mont when the chanism was activated, Li Xuan turned back and saluted Jiang Yunqi, "Uncle, I presu the magic instrunt I entrusted to you has been refined?"
"Of course!" Jiang Yunqi raised his hand and threw a tool over, he said, "I took the liberty to add a little thing to it, I hope you like it."
After receiving the peculiar circular magical instrunt from him, Li Xuan put it on his back. As he slapped his hand, nurous cold silver-white threads spread out, covering the surrounding area of twenty feet.
Li Xuan could sense that these threads could reach as far as two hundred feet.
His spirits lifted at this mont, and his eyes showed a strange luster.
One of the functions he had envisioned before was that these threads could quickly regenerate after being damaged. But Jiang Yunqi had added sothing to this instrunt that enabled these threads to change between virtual and real.
At this mont, the gate had gradually risen to about the height of one person.
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Inside the Under Palace of Xiao Mausoleum, Jiang Hanyun, who everyone cared about, was already in tattered clothes, with dozens of red flas bursting all over her body.
It wasn’t from herself, but from the ’Princess Changle’ who was floating in the air two feet high and emitting pure Yang flas like a Dari - or you could also call her ’Drought Demon’.
For the first ti, Jiang Hanyun regretted not practicing Ice Style when she first started to learn martial arts.
The situation in the Under Palace had been barely maintainable until the mont Vice Master Zhang was assassinated.
Although Helian Fulong was heavily injured by the Great Five Elents Yin-Yang Magnet Miejue Needle and suppressed by Dicheng Xie Kun, he was able to maintain the stalemate with the help of her and the many royal camp soldiers here, slowly recovering his body.
Although Princess Changle had kidnapped Prince Yu Jianji, Quan Dingtian and Minister of Rites Li Yuanda were still able to remotely control Changle to prevent her from rash actions. They even had spare capacity to assist Helian Fulong and slightly mitigate his predicant.
However, this stalemate deteriorated rapidly after Master Zhenru arrived with the blood coffin.
This turned the entire Under Palace of Xiao Mausoleum into a furnace. The royal camp soldiers, whose cultivation were all above the fourth house level, and even the elites from Liudao Divison, all howled and died in the high temperature baking.
Especially where the ’Drought Demon’ looked, they all spontaneously ignited fires. Red flas gushed from their eyes, ears, noses, and mouths, and then turned into black mist in an instant.
Jiang Hanyun was desperately suppressing the extre heat in her body, then she leapt up and made a fierce strike at the ’Drought Demon’. But after a glance from the latter, Jiang Hanyun felt she was hit by a huge hamr and heavily crashed into the wall.
At this mont, not only was she burning internally, but her body was also engulfed in flas. If it weren’t for the two layers of armor on her body, she would almost be naked. But these two tal armors felt like hot irons, causing her to hurt all over.
The coolest part in the entire Under Palace now was around Helian Fulong. Although his body was damaged and hadn’t recovered yet, he stubbornly dispersed his Cold Power, maintaining the normal temperature in the eastern part of the Under Palace, thus enabling several hundred soldiers to linger on the brink of death.
But the price was that Helian Fulong had partially restored his body, which was constantly crumbling and disintegrating under the chase and bite of the giant Tengshe snake.
"Still struggling in vain!"
Dicheng, transford into a Tengshe snake, bit at Helian Fulong’s flesh and sneered, "Seeing the real princess, you should know that there is no hope! This is the Drought Demon, the real Drought Demon in the world after Xuanyuan Nvshu. Once she completes, even Shaobao Yu will have to give her so respect. What’s the aning of your struggling now?"
His voice was hoarse, with a tone of temptation: "Give up! Submit to my master now, and you can still be the royal servant. Cultivation technique, elixir, blessed lands, everything you should have, you won’t lose anything."
What responded to him was a penetrating spear from Helian Fulong’s body. The unexpected spear almost pierced through the entire left chest of the Tengshe snake, but the latter didn’t care and laughed ’gaga’. Its body healed in an instant, then it pounced on Helian Fulong with fiercer montum, shattering and crashing him!
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