Chapter 1773

The cyan light shield finally could not hold up and shattered with a "pop."

But the rainbow lights also exhausted their strength and had to fly back to find their master.

As for the three cyan-furred Suanni, they rushed down the stone steps outside the mine tunnel and disappeared from everyone's view, but no sound of any fighting came.

Subsequently, a person walked up the steps, wearing long robes and a high crown, looking dignified; it was Elder Liu.

The Tiangong cultivators immediately tightened their grip on their weapons, but did not understand why the three Suanni, clearly face-to-face with the enemy, had not clashed. Only the dwarf expanded his spiritual sense at the first moment and saw clearly: the Suanni had indeed pounced, but they had pounced into thin air and fallen directly off the cliff.

Elder Liu waved his sleeve and pushed, and others realized that the space in front of him had been distorted; the Suanni appeared to be pouncing forward, but in reality, they were misled into jumping off the cliff directly.

Elder Liu reached out and straightened the distorted space again before walking forward himself.

Seeing this move, the dwarf's expression also became serious.

Only He Lingchuan and the others knew that what Elder Liu had performed was not a spatial technique but a quiet operation of the Spirit Immortal Brush, using perspective to directly redraw the surrounding scene. This consumed less true qi, and the effect was the same.

"The Turtle Shield? You stole the skin of the Bucket Immortal!" He ignored the several practitioners directly in front of him and only looked at the dwarf at the cave entrance, "What is the background of this impostor? I do not behead nameless Heavenly Demons under my sword."

This dwarf's appearance was indeed a bit like a bucket, but the real person actually called himself "Spirit Urn Immortal." He said in a muffled voice: "Under the seat of Miao Zhantian, God Zhaoyou."

While reporting his name, he curled his right hand into a fist and smashed it forward fiercely.

He was short and had short arms, and it seemed like he was smashing the air, but a huge cyan light fist suddenly gathered directly above Elder Liu; the fingers alone were twice as thick as Elder Liu's waist, and it smashed down fiercely toward his forehead.

This was no less than a mountain pressing down; once hit, let alone the forehead blooming, the person would become a meat patty.

This was the Spirit Urn Immortal's signature divine ability, "Seeing the Big from the Small." He was born short and did not grow taller after becoming an immortal, so the divine ability he practiced was meant to be terrifying. The attacks made by his main body, through the magnification effect of the divine ability, all had to be increased and strengthened.

Elder Liu, of course, had to dodge at the first moment. But God Zhaoyou's attacks were like a violent storm; in just one breath, he had smashed out thirty or forty punches, and the open space at the mine tunnel entrance was not large to begin with, and now it was smashed until there was no good ground left.

According to this formation, the cave entrance should have collapsed long ago. This level of bombardment was equivalent to a direct hit from artillery shells, and continuous ones at that; what cliff could withstand it? But the fact was that God Zhaoyou used his strength very skillfully; as long as it didn't hit a person, it would retract upon touching the ground, causing no terrible destruction.

Because of this, smoke and dust were inevitable in the field.

After dozens of punches were finished, Elder Liu's figure was already gone. God Zhaoyou did not believe he had been defeated so easily, so he made several gestures to his subordinates.

The space on the mine mountain was narrow, and he had only brought seven or eight people. These cultivators received the instructions, quickly stood in various corners, and slapped their magic tools onto the ground.

They basically stood in the six directions of the open space, and the formation tools they took out were also hexagonal, very flat, and sank into the ground upon being slapped, disappearing without a trace. Even if the enemy wanted to dig out the six formation feet, they might not be able to find them.

This formation was called the Abyss-Condensing Formation; once formed, the enemies within the formation would have their movements delayed, as if trapped in a quagmire, making even walking an effort.

They had already moved very quickly, without a single wasted movement, showing they were well-trained. However, just as one of them took out a formation tool and hadn't yet pressed it to the ground, a blade tip suddenly grew out of his neck! This was truly abrupt; he himself felt a chill on the back of his neck, and fresh blood splashed before his eyes.

Was this... his own blood?

He Lingchuan kicked him in the back, kicking him off the Floating Life Blade, directly colliding with God Zhaoyou, and with another backhand, threw the blade at the second person diagonally opposite!

Previously, they had received the blessing of the Haoyuan Golden Mirror, allowing them to remain invisible under the enemy's nose. Elder Liu appeared himself to attract God Zhaoyou's attention, while He Lingchuan and Dong Rui came directly out of the mine house, sneaking up from behind.

In a life-and-death struggle, who talks about fairness? He Lingchuan would kill as many as he could in a unit of time.

The cultivator standing at the edge of the cliff looked up and was about to shout a warning when his waist arched backward, and he flew off the cliff like a baseball hit by a bat.

Don't look at his posture as if he were riding the clouds; in fact, several of his ribs had been shattered by the giant force, his heart and lungs were flattened, and his chest was pressed directly against his back.

The person had been flattened.

The formation tool he was holding was snatched away by a small hand before he was hit, and it was shaken in the hand and used as a pot lid to smash another cultivator.

The one who could do such a thing was, of course, the Ghost Ape.

But in the eyes of others, it was not harmonious at all, because the Ghost Ape looked like a teenager, thirteen or fourteen years old, with slightly protruding teeth, liking to wink when looking at people, and scratching its ears and cheeks after hitting someone.

This time, crossing through the mirror, He Lingchuan and Dong Rui, while remaining invisible, also changed their faces, both dressed as village farmers, plain and unremarkable, with dark skin, making them invisible when standing in the dark night.

Even the clothes on their bodies turned into coarse cloth farm clothes, looking exactly like farmers from Yu Village.

The two of them were fine, but because the Ghost Ape was sitting on Dong Rui's shoulder at the time, it was actually transformed into a human form!

"This divine ability is great!" Dong Rui didn't move, still in an invisible state, and at this time happily touched his face, "Can even change faces for fun when there's nothing to do."

If there were a next time, he would turn into a handsome man, so that every time he went out, the girls' eyes wouldn't just linger on He Lingchuan.

However, this was just a bit of a trick, maintaining at most for five hours.

Because of their interference, the Abyss-Condensing Formation fell short and did not form. This was not a large battle formation; losing two formation feet meant it could not be activated.

He Lingchuan's Floating Life Blade also reached the third person.

This person reacted extremely quickly, but feeling the cold light moving, he immediately jumped to the left, not even caring about the formation tool in his hand, and raised his hand to give He Lingchuan a volley as a counterattack.

The shape of this flying shuttle was no different from a clothing prism, but as soon as it was launched, it turned from one into three, attacking in a "pin" formation, with different speeds.

With a "ding" sound, the Floating Life Blade missed and hit the rock wall behind him.

Many magic tools came with a return function, and this person also kept a watchful eye, expanding his divine sense to pay attention to the back of his head.

However, after receiving a sufficient baptism of Emperor Flowing Plasma, the Floating Life Blade's characteristic of "one throw, one hit" had more extensions; if the first flying strike was dodged by the enemy, the speed of the return strike would instantly increase two or three times.

He Lingchuan's speed of throwing the blade was now as fast as a startled swan, and on this basis, doubling the speed again truly left no way for people to live. This enemy clearly felt something was wrong, but his body could not react in time! With a soft "whoosh," another blade pierced his throat.

Even the angle and position of the throat piercing were exactly the same as the previous victim! In just three breaths, seven of the Tiangong cultivators were reduced to four.

The fourth person happened to be bending over, and hearing a soft "click" from behind, he immediately rolled on the ground. But just as he climbed up, he saw a phantom flash before his eyes, not knowing what had come over, and felt a chill in his heart—

His heart had been pierced.

This time it was not a hidden weapon.

That shadow had just picked up the formation tool from the ground when it was smashed to the ground by a punch from God Zhaoyou, with a "chirp" sound, making He Lingchuan's eyebrows jump.

This was, of course, Dong Rui's bat demon puppet.

However, under Dong Rui's repeated adjustments recently, this little thing was like a piece of elastic rubber, which might be flattened when violently struck, with even its internal organs squeezed to the side, but it would subsequently recover.

Now it "pulled" itself out of the shallow pit, flapped its wings, flew to He Lingchuan's side, and handed the formation tool to him.

He Lingchuan rolled his eyes.

The reason the bat demon puppet didn't take it back to its master was because Dong Rui was afraid of exposing himself.

"Oh? This is the formation eye." Let him debug it.

Over there, after God Zhaoyou flattened the bat demon puppet, he couldn't spare the hand to pursue, because his battle with Elder Liu had also entered a white-hot stage, and he couldn't spare any extra energy to deal with He Lingchuan and the others.

Fighting in this narrow space, both sides unanimously abandoned their great divine abilities.

Elder Liu had wide robes and large sleeves, so his movements were naturally not as convenient as short-sleeved ones. That was because he didn't have to rely entirely on flexible body techniques to dodge the opponent's attacks like He Lingchuan and the Ghost Ape, but adopted the "Mirror Image Remnant" divine ability.

Simply put, his way of moving was very much like teleportation, leaving a mirror image in place to confuse the enemy.

This mirror image was sometimes just a phantom, and sometimes it had real attack power! Even if God Zhaoyou muttered in his heart that it was fake, he still had to pay twelve points of spirit to deal with it.

But the "Mirror Image Remnant" divine ability was also subject to some limitations; first, the main body's movement distance each time could not exceed seven feet, and only after the previous mirror image disappeared could this divine ability be used again.

The faster the enemy pierced the mirror image, the faster Elder Liu's movement speed would be, making it dizzying; if God Zhaoyou left the mirror image alone, it would disappear on its own after one breath.

He Lingchuan then saw clearly that the flying rainbow Elder Liu had just struck out was a brass demon-subduing pestle, which was now also whistling with wind as he swung it.

These ancient immortals seemed to like demon-subduing pestles very much; I don't know if it was because the feeling of using it to smash people was particularly good.

From the perspective of a bystander, the battle between the two great immortals was actually a bit comical, because the Spirit Urn Immortal possessed by God Zhaoyou was very short, while Elder Liu was very tall, and he raised the long pestle for a fierce beating, which had the style of a father beating his son.

God Zhaoyou's skin was worthy of the word "urn"; every time he couldn't dodge the pestle strike, he would shrink his neck, and a layer of cyan virtual armor would float over his whole body, which was the "Turtle Armor" Elder Liu had mentioned earlier. Elder Liu's demon-subduing pestle couldn't break this layer of turtle armor, only hitting him away like a spinning top.

The opponent would spin a circle in mid-air and accelerate back, just like the Floating Life Blade.

After repeating this several times, Elder Liu was also a bit irritable. The opponent was not the original owner of the skin, but he had mastered the essence of the turtle-shrinking method, focusing entirely on entangling with him.