Chapter 2045: Concentrated Fire

Although the blood demon's cultivation was superior to He Lingchuan's, and by rights He Lingchuan should have been guarding the seedlings while it fought, after staying by He Lingchuan's side for a long time, it had no objection to this arrangement.

The jiaruo wood was growing rapidly, as if it knew the situation was dire and did not pause for even a second.

As it grew a little larger, He Lingchuan, busy as he was, glanced at it a few times and suddenly noticed its leaves differed from those of the jiaruo wood in Panlongcheng—more rounded and broader, with tiny forks at the tips.

Yet it was also very familiar; he must have seen it before.

At that moment, the air behind him suddenly stirred, He Lingchuan felt alert, and lunged forward violently.

This was actually not easy, because the fierce fire within the cauldron furnace steamed and roiled, the air often twisted, effectively interfering with bodily perception.

But in the next second, a piercing sound swept over the spot where he had originally stood—something was coming.

He Lingchuan did not turn back, extended his divine sense to look, and saw the ambushers' height only reached his waist; at first glance they looked human, thin and small, but their bodies were covered in fur, and their tails were short like a rabbit's.

Looking at their faces: small eyes, long faces, white cheeks, red nose tips, protruding mouths, pointed ears, and beneath the jaw a tuft of white, neat long whiskers.

Upon seeing this unique appearance, He Lingchuan recognized it without needing anyone to explain—it was the "Owl Yang True Person."

This was a mountain ape, also known as the "Mountain Ghost," resembling the mountain sprite but with even more agile movements.

He Lingchuan could recognize it at a glance because this creature had once appeared in the Panlong World!

After Panlongcheng captured the capital of Xianyou, Between Between Between Beijia, ashamed and enraged, dispatched large armies westward to give Panlongcheng a harsh lesson.

The Red General led the defense, and among the experts Between Between Between Beijia sent was this Owl Yang True Person!

This fellow had slaughtered countless on the battlefield, and in the end was driven back by the Red General/Mi Tian.

But He Lingchuan had also been on the battlefield at that time, thus retained a deep impression of it, and upon seeing it now felt his head swell.

The Owl Yang True Person entered the Dao through martial arts, became an immortal through martial arts, and did not cultivate many divine abilities or techniques. Yet such a demon-immortal who follows a specialized and refined path is very difficult to deal with.

The trait of this mountain ape is its speed and uncanny unpredictability; He Lingchuan had once seen it on the battlefield slay ten people in a single breath—such speed could not be described by the words "swift" alone. Moreover, those ten people were scattered in different places, the farthest separated by fifteen zhang, not standing in a row for it to slaughter.

Such skill, even Dong Rui's bat demon puppets could not match.

Upon seeing it, He Lingchuan slightly moved his treasured halberd in hand, its length shrinking from one zhang to three chi, transforming directly from a halberd into a double-bladed axe.

One inch shorter, one inch more dangerous. To deal with such an extraordinarily agile opponent, long weapons are not very useful.

Such a divine weapon, originally, allows the length to be adjusted at will.

The Bell Dragon Battle Armor was also enveloped in a layer of blood-red light.

"Yuanli!" All the powerful beings observing inside and outside the cauldron would not mistake this kind of power; aside from Qingyang, they were all somewhat astonished.

He Yao was sent by them via the Great Moving Mountain Formation to the wild mountains and ridges, separated from his own army by more than ten li, and more importantly, had no national fortune to rely on—where would yuanli come from?

Not to mention this blood-red light, proving yuanli was concentrated to an unbelievable degree.

This is unreasonable, this does not conform to the laws known to everyone!

Qingyang's face sank like water: "Back then he caused havoc in the Heavenly Palace, and when fleeing he also displayed yuanli, once misleading our investigation!"

At that time she and Bai Zhan Tian pursued He Yao and the underground spider queen; He Yao's display of yuanli led them to mistakenly believe he was an official or general of Between Between Between Beijia.

Subsequent investigations also went in that direction, and coupled with the agitation over the eternal medicine case at that time, interested parties took advantage to stir up trouble, fabricating false accusations, slander, and frame-ups, thus creating a large number of wrongful convictions.

Five years have passed, and the tremors of these chaotic cases still linger; no one dares to mention them much.

So what? The result is that He Yao this fellow doesn't know how he found a loophole in the rules, went somewhere to obtain such concentrated yuanli!

If it were a few years earlier, Qingyang would have considered the yuanli secret he mastered to be of great value, even surpassing Dong Rui's demon puppet techniques. Such a person should be dragged back to Between Between Between Beijia and forced to explain these secrets thoroughly.

But times have changed. Qingyang's demand now is only one thing:

Kill him!

Yuanli added to his body, He Lingchuan's five senses instantly became sharper, and his reactions faster than usual by a margin.

He originally had two major defensive treasures, the blood demon and the soul-capturing mirror, but now they are not on his person; he can only be extra careful himself.

At this moment a dark shadow flickered before his eyes, like a mosquito flying past in mortal vision; He Lingchuan did not hesitate, chopped forward with his short halberd, and only heard a "dang" as he deflected a thin sword.

This sword resembled a super-large nail, suddenly probing out from the void, straight stabbing at He Lingchuan's eyes—truly without warning.

Logically, He Lingchuan had just dodged the Owl Yang True Person's strike, his energy focused on the rear; this blow was coming straight at him, so he should not have dodged it.

But his short halberd just happened to smash open this nail-like thrust, his left hand raised the floating life knife, and immediately followed with a diagonal slash!

Swift, hard, ruthless—actually not inferior to that strike of the Owl Yang True Person.

The ambushers holding the nail-thrust could not dodge, and were cut open on the right neck by this knife.

The observers outside the cauldron all changed expression; with yuanli added, He Yao's abilities had increased greatly, able to directly withstand an immortal's thrust!

His yuanli was not only thick but also strong.

He Lingchuan also heard the soul-capturing mirror cry out in alarm: "Division technique!"

Yes, this ambusher was also the Owl Yang True Person.

He Lingchuan himself had avatars; seeing two Owl Yang True Persons appear before and after was not strange. Moreover, he knew this powerful opponent's skills were not limited to this.

Sure enough, after he had just slain the second Owl Yang True Person, his knife not yet retracted, wind sounds came from the side-rear, left-front, and even below.

The enemies behind pursued him, and short blades came from the left-front and below as well.

Third, fourth Owl Yang True Persons!

Then came the sounds of "xu xu xu" piercing the air, several hundred small swords like shadows following form, splitting into three directions to assassinate He Lingchuan!

The Qingmeng Sword Formation, which had just appeared earlier, suddenly reappeared.

Xutu, who was entangled in combat with the giant snake, turned his head and saw that inside the cauldron two more people had appeared, tall or short, fat or thin, faces all exactly alike, all pinching sword seals, movements uniform and neat.

This was a pair of twins, and also the controllers of the Qingmeng Sword Formation.

They were attendants of the Owl Yang True Person, skilled in many sword formation secret arts; at this moment they also had several small swords hovering and flying around them for protection.

Xutu broke out in a cold sweat. So many immortal avatars sneaking up and gang-beating He Lingchuan alone could be said to block all paths of survival—could he endure it?

From its perspective, He Lingchuan had no way to live unless he could teleport.

He had planted a mutant jiaruo tree seed, which was both a breakthrough method and also limited his own range of movement, so he could no longer be as flexible and changeable as before.

The not-yet-grown tree sapling had become his weakness; Qingyang immediately seized this contradiction, mobilized most of his strength, and was determined to press He Lingchuan to death on the spot!

(This chapter ends)