Volume 2: Yunji Canghai Chapter 1108: A Glimpse of Duckweed

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"The Immortal Realm has collapsed, and corpses and soul puppets are rampant. And the puppets are in ruins, and they will eventually be unable to compete with the majesty of God! You are skilled in manipulation, but I don't know who will hold it in your hands..."

Wu Rong seemed to be talking to himself, and seemed to be taking the opportunity to vent his long-simmering resentment and anger. But he didn't say much, and said coldly to Granny Huang: "Be it life or death, make a decision early!" He put his hands behind his back and looked stern. More than forty monks were guarding the surroundings, ready to go. Two to three hundred demon cultivators were already accustomed to group fights, and they all watched with eager eyes.

Granny Huang's offensive was in full swing, but she suddenly fell into a tight siege. The sudden change shocked her.

When did a small inner fairyland become so powerful? Putting aside those wild and untamable demon cultivators, Wu Rong's appearance was unexpected. What's more, there are dozens of immortals from ancient times...

After Lin Yi was rescued in Ziwei Wonderland, he disappeared for hundreds of years. Unexpectedly, he was secretly recruiting experts to build his army. What did he want? To become an enemy of Jiumu, is he going to subvert the Immortal Realm, or is he going to achieve his supreme position as Ziwei? And the Immortal Realm is long gone, and no one can make a comeback...

Granny Huang looked at the situation around her, her face becoming increasingly gloomy. But she didn't take Wu Rong's words to heart. After a moment of confusion, she babbled like an ordinary old woman: "We are neither rebels nor remnants, we are just a group of poor people... "She stared hard at Luo Qingzi and Luo Kunzi, but after a while, she screamed angrily: "What are you doing standing around stupidly? Fighting to the death..."

Luo Qingzi and Luo Kunzi were embarrassed and startled by the sudden scolding. The two old brothers quietly changed their looks, each feeling inexplicable. Perhaps, what is trapped in it is not only the tight siege, but also an involuntary helplessness. Or maybe it was a wrong step that made it difficult to turn back. The two of them had no time to think too much, and slowly approached the capricious Granny Huang...

There were more than forty puppet flower slaves, and they quickly formed a formation that spanned ten miles. It echoes from front to back and connects left and right, but it is also heavily guarded. Granny Huang stood in the middle with Luo Qingzi and Luo Kunzi. Her wrinkled face showed a hint of ferocity, she raised her finger and pointed at Wu Rong in the distance, and said sternly: "I don't care who you are, I'm not afraid of your numbers, and I won't care about Lin Yi's life or death..." His face was old, and his body was thin and short. He looked weak, but the momentum he exuded was a bit crazy. He continued to scream: "I only came here for the "Three Emperors Sutra" on Lin Yi. Once I get my wish, Turn around and leave. Otherwise, we will never give up!”

For a moment, the enemy and we were in a stalemate in the starry sky...

Outside the battlefield, Yu Hengzi and others hid in the distance and watched.

Lei Tian looked at the situation ahead and said insightfully: "Grandma Huang still has more than ten immortal kings and more than thirty golden immortals under her command. They should be able to fight! I don't know how senior Wu Rong should deal with it. The outcome is still unclear. It’s unknown…”

Yu Hengzi held his long beard in his hands, pondered for a moment, and said: "This battle is of great importance. We might as well go and lend a helping hand..."

Lei Tian shook his head and said: "What this fellow Taoist said is wrong! We and a few others are of no help, so we will just wait and see what happens..."

Someone on the side laughed strangely and said: "Hey! Women are knowledgeable..."

Lei Tian only felt that the laughter was harsh and the words were even worse. He turned around angrily and yelled: "Fat man! What's the point of insulting someone for no reason?"

Izumoko held her waist with both hands and was looking up with a smile. Suddenly, she slowly looked at Lei Tian and asked in surprise: "Then the old woman has no remorse in the face of disaster. Isn't it just like a lay woman's wisdom?" His face trembled, and he said cheerfully with a strange expression: "Young Master Lei is humiliating himself, what are you doing to me..."

Lei Tian's expression froze, extremely embarrassed. He took a breath, forced himself to be calm, and said, "In that case, why don't you come forward and offer some advice? If you can avoid a battle, it would be a great good..."

Izumo snorted, rolled his eyes, and said: "Thank you for the compliment! I really don't know how to deal with a smelly and hard old woman except for doing it. You, Mr. Lei, are very heroic, so why don't you just give it away for free?" Go forward, maybe you will have the power of rejuvenation, quack..." Before he finished speaking, he couldn't help but smile wildly.

"Damn fat guy..." Lei Tian was speechless.

Seeing the two people bickering, Yu Hengzi quickly reminded: "Senior Wu has taken action..."

Wu Rong took action!

Wu Rong was not a person who liked to be long-winded and ignored Granny Huang's shouting. He secretly signaled to Liao Fan and Liao Fan, then raised his hand and pointed forward. Countless sword lights shot out of the sky, suddenly turning into stars that filled the sky and whizzing away. At the same time, dozens of monks all around took action.

But in an instant, thousands of sword rays merged into a sky of cold light and shone down suddenly. Among them, the meteors are like rain, the sword energy is fierce, and the power is unstoppable...

Seeing that the other party was taking the lead in attacking, Granny Huang refused to fall behind, her sleeves flying. The clouds and mists suddenly rose, and the cold wind turned into icy cold waves that swept away. Dozens of puppet flower slaves have a tacit understanding and work together to bless the magic...

The stalemate between the two sides only lasted for a moment, and the silent starry sky boiled again.

"boom--"

Countless sword lights, as dense as the wind, struck from all directions. The icy cold waves were as fierce as dragons, fighting back with the madness that imprisoned all things. The two collided suddenly, making a deafening noise.

In the blink of an eye, a barrier of ice and snow stretched across the sky, barely blocking the attacks from all around. The dense sword beams were still endless, setting off waves of violent storms, tearing and devouring everything. The two sides were in a stalemate, but they were evenly matched.

Seeing that they were safe, Granny Huang spat coldly and said to herself: "What about the Immortal Venerable? He has survived the catastrophe and is still breathing hard. Humph..." She turned to Luo Qingzi, who was not far away, and ordered: "If it is difficult to succeed, you should break through the attack. Wait until tomorrow, and it will not be too late to conquer Hengtian again!" The implication of her words may be a chance to reverse the situation and win.

Luo Qingzi was busy offering a spell to bless the restrictions around him. Hearing Granny Huang say this, he nodded in agreement. He looked into the distance through the layers of interwoven magic light and couldn't help but sigh secretly. It's hard to retreat today, and you still want to come back? Don't forget that there are still two or three hundred demon cultivators ready to fight. The betrayal of Jin Sheng's group has put the Luo family in an awkward situation, so how can I bring it up...

The clouds, cold waves, ice and snow formed a forbidden formation of less than ten miles. More than forty puppet flower slaves were stationed in four directions, and each of them spared no effort to strengthen the defense. In addition, the sword light attack like a rain of stars in the sky was still the same...

Wu Rong didn't care about Huang Po Po's toughness, but he was a little surprised by the restriction she cast. After watching silently for a moment, he looked a little cold. After a while, he snorted and nodded slightly.

At this time, the demon cultivators who had been waiting in the distance suddenly rushed over. Led by Jin Sheng, they all launched an attack at the same time. Two or three hundred powerful magic powers merged into one, just like a huge torrent across the starry sky, with an unstoppable momentum, rushing straight to the restriction where Huang Po Po's side was and hitting it hard.

Huang Po Po had already noticed the movement in the distance, and couldn't help but feel depressed. It was not that they were unprepared before, but they did not expect that group of demon cultivators would suddenly attack. Those who were indecisive and profit-seeking would never dare to offend Jiumu before the situation was clear. But everything was always unexpected...

"Ka La--"

A thunderous roar suddenly exploded, and a huge gap was torn above the ten-mile restriction like a rotten wood. The ice peak collapsed, the cold wave rolled back, the magic power backfired, and the storm raged. Seven or eight flower slaves were the first to bear the brunt and were crushed into powder in an instant. That was a joint attack of two or three hundred immortals, how powerful it must be...

Grandma Huang's face changed slightly, but she refused to suffer a loss and dodged hurriedly. The restriction formation could not continue, and there was chaos all around.

At the same time, Wu Rong flew into the air, waved his sleeves suddenly, and then stretched out a finger and tapped down hard. As the magic power directed, thousands of sword beams merged into one, and quickly turned into a huge sword shadow hundreds of feet long, with supreme power and overwhelming murderous intent, and lightning struck down...

Grandma Huang had just retreated a short distance when her figure paused. And the moment she raised her head, she was already full of astonishment. At this moment, a strong chill and death suddenly descended, making people unable to resist. That deadly lightning, which gathered the magic power of Wu Rong himself and dozens of cultivators, was like the strongest blow of the perfect state of the initial stage of the cave heaven! The four great immortals of that year should not be underestimated...

Life and death are imminent, but they are trapped in the siege and have nowhere to escape. Grandma Huang's desperate expression burst out with the last trace of madness, and she desperately made a few hand gestures. However, in a flash, the remaining dozens of flower slaves flew up one by one, blocking her in front of her one after another.

"Bang, bang, bang..."

One after another, the flower slaves flew up and exploded, blasting open layer after layer of cracks in the void. In just a breath, more than 20 flower slaves disappeared. And that sword shadow lightning, slashing through the chaos, invincible...

The powerful murderous intent and inexplicable fear have frightened Luo Qingzi and Luo Kunzi, who are thousands of feet away, pale. The two old brothers watched the flower slaves fall like moths to a flame, and for the first time in their lives, they felt the fragility of life and the insignificance of death. There is no longer the head and elders of the Luo family here, only two humble creatures...

Grandma Huang's hands slowed down, and her crazy look gradually became calm. She knew that she could not escape death, gave up the futile struggle, smiled slightly, straightened her hunched body, and greeted the last ray of light in this life. Live in peace for a while, and be in a panic for a lifetime. A floating shadow, go with the waves...

Just at this moment, another pink lightning came suddenly, and screamed heartbreakingly: "Mr. Wu! You are not allowed to kill my grandma..."