The four teleportation gates opened, and the entire Sword Realm expanded infinitely as four Black Swords thrust out from those gates, directly targeting Xiao Jing at the center.
Xiao Jing’s flesh and blood disintegrated, but this ti it didn’t repair. The shattered flesh seed cloaked in a mirage, suddenly transforming into black mycelium, and then back into red flesh and white bone, making it hard to discern.
Yet in the next mont, Xiao Jing stabilized. His flesh transford into a storm, shredding Wei Zhuang’s Sword Realm. anwhile, another version of him leaped from the Imperial City, pouncing on Wei Zhuang.
Originally, he didn’t plan on acting, but upon seeing Wei Zhuang’s face, an unnaable fire arose within him. In his hazy mory, this person should have been loyal to him.
And now with betrayal, he deserved death.
"No... Ha... Annoying, not right..."
Yet soon, he once again sensed that odd feeling of soone digging holes in his own ho.
"Sothing’s there..."
"Ha, smart... Need to beco smarter..."
However, his thoughts were like constipation, those twists and turns were stuck in the folds of his brain, unmoving.
"Stupid head! Move quickly!"
Perhaps due to the soaking of his head, he indeed had a sudden burst of inspiration; his intelligence montarily erged like a little silkworm cocoon, and he thought of the Sword Spirits...
"They... Ha..."
While instinctively driven to battle Wei Zhuang, he began to invoke those Sword Spirits he viewed as redundant nodes.
But just as the sound of the Cat Lady of love and peace started to beco a bit clear and his mind was on the verge of clearing up.
That tenuous connection suddenly vanished.
Broken.
Then it was like the lights-out phase on If You Are the One show, node after node disappeared, and his intelligence about to seize the high ground shrank back again.
"Ha!" The Spiritual Light in Xiao Jing’s eyes in this dinsion was completely gone, as he again unleashed his invincible Divine Skill of Ha Qi against Wei Zhuang.
...
Holy Land, Dubhe City.
Lily walked back and forth at the bottom of the underground prison, wearing the Fuji hat, her sharp head bobbing. She eyed lustfully the red chains bound with an empty Turtle Shell, pondering how to take this contraption down.
"Forget it, forget it, let’s talk about it in a few days; the lesson from the Black Wind King, can’t rush for the Kasaya treasure, mustn’t rush..."
Lily rubbed her hands like a fly, spun around and floated away.
Dealing with those Colorful Robe Sword Spirits is the real business.
Behind Lily, half of the dark underground palace prison was already occupied by blue mycelium. Three Human Race sub-bases sat on those floating platforms, with thousands of Little Fuji hanging there, light blue mycelium dangling while dozens of warp crystals shaped like Taisui floated in the midst.
A short distance away from the exit acting as an eye, a sign floated, bearing the words: be careful underfoot.
"Careful underfoot..."
A middle-aged cultivator who had just erged from the eye of Taisui, shook his dizzy head, looked at the sign and read word by word.
Only after finishing the sentence, he stepped into empty air and fell down.
Thankfully, cultivators can fly; even with a dizzy head, he perford a Partridge on a Flat Surface style maneuver, landing steadily on the ground, then looked at the fellow disciples not far away gathered to grin at him and said.
"What are you laughing at? You have ti to write signs, why not build so steps for that place!"
A junior waved his hand, pulling the middle-aged man over, then pointed up, only to see their senior sister erge from the eye of Taisui, staring clearly at the sign.
The middle-aged cultivator imdiately understood, quickly shut up, and joined the audience.
"Careful underfoot... Careful what underfoot... Oh, crap!"
After all, the rain he has experienced must also be felt by his fellow disciples.
In short, one cultivator after another from the Four Continents are arriving via the underwater palace’s prison base and the teleportation gate in the trench to the Holy Land.
Embracing the principle of changing ho, enjoying a change, after obtaining Zhang Ze’s approval to capture alive, Lily and Tang infiltrated Dubhe City, positioning this sub-base directly within the underground palace.
Firstly, because it’s big enough here; secondly, there are many Magical Girl Cat Ladies, plus it’s very close to the stinky Golden Mountain, conveniently allowing mining to nourish Fuji...
The base over in the trench is currently guarded by mbers of the Buddhist Sect and Sword Sect, acting as a trap to capture those wandering Colorful Robe Sword Spirits.
It’s heard that Chen Mumu guarding that side is already exhausted, having executed more than ten Heavenly Falling Ice Lotus Sword moves in less than half a day, now feeling numb.
Luckily, her side is still remote, and Colorful Robed Sword Spirits have to line up to send heads.
Currently, Chen Mumu is pondering on how to turn the controlled Colorful Robed Sword Spirits into her own duplicate, letting them expend the costly Heavenly Falling Ice Lotus Sword, while she enjoys tea in the rear.
Unfortunately, they have only severed the connection between these Colorful Robed Sword Spirits and Baiyujing; how to utilize them is still being deciphered.
Looking at the report returned from the hands, Lily murmured softly.
"It’s surprisingly troubleso over the trench side... Seems that externally active Colorful Robed Sword Spirits and those guarding Dubhe City, despite originating from the sa entity, have quite divergent operational logic...
"Better here."
Lily looked up, glancing in another direction, where a building stood with a completely different style from the Human Race base, looking radiant and moving, whether the little lights hanging at the entrance or various decorations, it was full of a girl’s heart.
But the plaque on the building was suspicious.
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