Shen Luo glanced at the green silhouette charging toward the black dragon, then imdiately withdrew his gaze. His figure suddenly lunged upward, directly heading towards the Magic Mirror hanging in the sky.
Granny Sun and the others saw this but did not stop him. The Ape Ancestor and Manjusri Bodhisattva were still trapped by the Ten Thousand Immortals Array, and the black dragon was too occupied to seize it — it was the perfect opportunity.
The Magic Mirror suppressed the Demon Race and repelled demon power. As a mber of the Human Race, Shen Luo was completely unaffected, and he easily took hold of the Treasure Mirror with a tightening of his five fingers.
The mont he landed, the conflict between the black dragon and the green silhouette erupted. After a thunderous roar, a burst of green brilliance suddenly flared up, transforming into tangible light beams as thin as needles, spreading in all directions.
"Retreat quickly," Shen Luo shouted urgently as his figure abruptly retreated behind everyone in the Ten Thousand Immortals Array.
Granny Sun also retreated swiftly.
Liu Feiyan and Liu Feixu were slightly slower, and were about to be affected by the green light needles.
"Go!"
Liu Feiyan yelled as she pushed Liu Feixu away with her palm, but she herself was driven back towards the green light needles by the rebound force.
Just as she was about to be swallowed by the green light, a figure shot out from the green light, grabbing her and jumping away with her.
Granny Sun glanced over and saw that it was the green skeleton that had saved Liu Feiyan, instantly rejoicing.
"Thank you, ancestor master, thank you, ancestor master," Granny Sun cried out rapidly.
Liu Feiyan stole a glance at the green skeleton, feeling more curious than frightened.
After everyone settled down, the spread of green light also ceased, gradually dissipating.
Shen Luo’s gaze fell on the area near the Ten Thousand Immortals Array, and his eyes suddenly narrowed. Several puppets were hit by the green light needles, and their backs were completely corroded, devoid of flesh and blood, revealing bones being similarly eroded.
Yet the puppets still maintained their sword-holding stance, standing deathlessly.
Shen Luo’s mirror avatar was blocking in front of Nie Caizhu, showing signs of corrosion, slowly disappearing.
"What a powerful bone-devouring poison," Shen Luo looked surprised, turning his gaze to the green skeleton.
He realized that the breath emitted by the green light needles originated not from the black dragon, but from the green skeleton.
At this ti, the black dragon’s enormous body slowly walked back from the darkness, its scales corroded and stripped off in many places, though its flesh and blood appeared largely unaffected.
However, the place on its chest where Shen Luo had inflicted a wound was a ghastly black, with flesh churning and swelling, constantly emitting white smoke.
That was clearly the process of flesh being incessantly eroded and incessantly regenerated.
The black dragon was evidently severely injured, its body glowing less and less, its form shrinking and transforming into a tall man clad in black scale armor, with hard facial lines as if carved with a blade and chisel, black hair cascading like a waterfall behind him.
The man’s gaze fell on the Magic Mirror in Shen Luo’s hand, his eye corner twitched slightly.
"Shen Luo, give the Magic Mirror, or I will imdiately explode Ao Hong and Yuan Qiu’s primordial spirit," the voice of the Ancestral Dragon Soul emanated from the man’s body, carrying a cold threatening tone.
Shen Luo hesitated upon hearing this.
"Hurry up, don’t try any tricks, crushing them will be a piece of cake," Ancestral Dragon urged coldly.
The horrifying wound on his chest had yet to heal.
"Alright, catch it," Shen Luo sighed, seemingly making a difficult decision.
After speaking, he lifted his arm, which was holding the Magic Mirror, and swung it, letting the bronze mirror fly out from his hand.
Ancestral Dragon’s head subconsciously lifted with Shen Luo’s motion, only to see the Magic Mirror vanish into the void the mont it left Shen Luo’s hand, obviously stored in Shen Luo’s magical treasure.
"You..."
Ancestral Dragon was about to get angry but was surprised to find that, at the sa ti as Shen Luo made the fake throwing motion, there was a scroll in his other hand extending dozens of feet, flying towards Ao Hong and Yuan Qiu.
As he intended to burst into action, the scroll’s light flashed, wrapping around the figures of the two, drawing them into the painting.
The next instant, Ancestral Dragon was shocked to find that his connection with Ao Hong and Yuan Qiu had been severed.
"Map of Mountains and Rivers!" A light cry rang out, simultaneously from the mouths of Ancestral Dragon, the Ape Ancestor, and Manjusri Bodhisattva.
Shen Luo paid no heed, and with Nie Caizhu, flashed away to retreat to a distant spot, distancing themselves from everyone.
...
Inside the Map of Mountains and Rivers, Beiming Kun had the power of laws surging from his body, forming two enormous vortices in front, enveloping Ao Hong and Yuan Qiu respectively, severing their perception with Ancestral Dragon.
Then, Beiming Kun simultaneously perford a gesture with both hands, a strange mana swirling from his palms, probing towards the tops of Ao Hong’s and Yuan Qiu’s heads, abruptly curling his fingers.
Two tiny white vortices erged from his palm, exuding a strong attractive force, directed at Ao Hong and Yuan Qiu.
In an instant, two green lights shone in the Baihui acupoint on their heads, two delicate puppet law power threads slowly erged from within, one end penetrating their heads, the other extending into the exterior void.
Beiming Kun opened his mouth and blew, a broken black axe flew out from it, grabbed by him and easily swung forward, cutting the law threads extending from the Baihui acupoint of the two.
The mont the two threads broke, Ao Hong and Yuan Qiu’s bodies trembled violently, the void within their eyes fading, gradually lighting up with a hint of spiritual light.
But then, their divine sense power seed completely exhausted, their eyes rolled upwards, and they directly fainted.
Beiming Kun leaned downwards to inspect them, his brows furrowing tightly. He discovered that after the two broke free from the puppet law constraints, not only was their divine sense power severely depleted, but their flesh seed damaged.
After hesitating slightly, he took out two elixirs from his arms, fed them to each person, and pressed a hand on their backs to help channel the dicinal power with his own mana, stabilizing their injuries before ceasing to interfere.
...
Within the fifth-layer space of the Demon-suppressing Tower, Ancestral Dragon’s eyes flickered repeatedly.
"The puppet law threads of Ao Hong and Yuan Qiu have been completely severed..." He lanted inwardly, realizing he had lost his greatest bargaining chip with Shen Luo, leaving him no reason to stay.
He raised a hand with a wave, and the white cloth bag that had released nurous demon puppets previously flew out, the bag’s mouth opened wide, sweeping out a dim yellow light to collect all remaining puppets within the cloth bag.
"Ten Thousand Puppet Bag," Manjusri Bodhisattva frowned.
This magical treasure was not unfamiliar to him. It was a counterfeit crafted after the Buddhist Sect’s treasured Sack for Humans, unable to store purely living humans but could store puppets, with its capacity uncapped, capable of pouring out countless puppets for battle.
"Shen Luo, regarding today’s matter, we shall settle accounts in the future," Ancestral Dragon carelessly tossed this sentence, turning to rge into the darkness.
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