Chapter 2047: Each Displaying Their Skills

The blue ox's true form is relatively clumsy and heavy, so the dharma form it cultivated takes the path of agility to compensate.

Its surface is also slippery, coated with oily mucus; True Person Xiao Yang almost couldn't pull it out, but trying to crush it to death was difficult—it slipped away with a soft sound.

Xiao Yang gestured, sending one avatar to battle the razor lizard while another avatar lunged at his true self, instantly merging into one.

The wounded eye of Xiao Yang's true self immediately stopped bleeding.

The razor lizard's tongue sword carries deadly poison; the blood flowing from Xiao Yang's true self's eyes is pale green, even the eye sockets tinged blue. But after merging with his own avatar, the bruising on the wound quickly faded and healed at a visible speed.

The self-healing methods and vitality of immortals are always awe-inspiring.

However, the true self of Shatuo also arrived, directly using the collision divine ability. Over such a short distance, the collision divine ability is nearly instantaneous teleportation—it lowered its head, raised its horn, and the sharp point stabbed straight into the opponent's belly, then fiercely pressed down onto the ground!

"How outrageous!" the attendant boy saw his master suffering, raised his hand together with the other, and the Azure Mong Sword Formation surged forward again toward Shatuo.

This time, hundreds of small swords aligned into a spear-like shape, straight for its hindquarters. No matter how thick the old ox's hide and mud shell, there's always a spot or two that aren't tightly guarded.

However, before the sword formation could reach Shatuo, a strange figure flashed behind the two attendant boys.

Strangely, the small swords hovering around the attendant boys showed no reaction.

Without warning, one attendant boy's body suddenly shuddered, and several sharp claws protruded from his chest.

His heart was pierced through.

He lowered his head, looked in disbelief, then breathed his last.

Under the current spiritual energy conditions, this complex and immensely powerful Azure Mong Sword Formation requires two people to control it. Suddenly missing one person, the formation immediately collapsed.

The old ox felt a cool draft on his backside.

"What……!" the other attendant boy turned his head at the sound, both startled and angry, pointed his finger, and the remaining small swords chased after the killer of his brother.

No one expected that the one who dealt the vicious blow was actually the monster previously imprisoned in the cage!

This thing is the ghost spawn born from Jin Du's mother; Qing Yang used it to activate the Great Mountain-Moving Formation as an offering, and the formation sucked dry its entire body of blood, flesh, and fat, transmitting it to the Wood King Cauldron, where it was already on the verge of death.

Nan Ronghe had already put away the original "Mountain-Stabilizing Cover" that had imprisoned it. Both sides regarded it as a dead thing, and no one paid it any attention.

Who would have thought it would now stand up again, its flesh and blood not only replenished but its movements even more agile than before!

It ambushed its own kind—truly beyond comprehension.

The attendant boys had their minds clouded by anger, temporarily forgetting their duty to assist their master, and only focused on attacking the Jin Du ghost spawn to avenge their brother. But the number of small swords he could control was fewer than a hundred—

When the two brothers worked together, their effect was more than just one plus one greater than two; but once separated, they couldn't even exert half their strength.

Qing Yang suddenly said: "It's that red mist causing trouble!"

As soon as he spoke, the attendant boy who had been pierced through the heart suddenly opened his eyes, jumped up, and charged over.

At this moment, someone finally noticed he had been revived by a small cluster of red mist entering his ears and nose.

He was possessed!

But unfortunately, the living attendant boy had his back turned and didn't see him; catching a glimpse of his brother appearing beside him from the corner of his eye, his first feeling was ecstatic joy: "A Yi, you're not——"

Who would have thought his brother would suddenly stab him in the chest with a backhand, swift and ruthless, showing no mercy.

Fortunately, True Person Xiao Yang observed all six directions; although locked in fierce battle with Shatuo without rest, he still commanded an external dharma form to swing a blade over, directly cutting off A Yi's wrist.

"He has been possessed by the enemy!" True Person Xiao Yang shouted sternly, "Chop off his head!"

This remaining attendant boy cannot die again—dead people will become the enemy's reinforcements!

Seeing this, Qing Yang knew he could wait no longer, turned to the man and woman, and said: "No delay—please invoke the gods."

When choosing the lesser of two evils, one must play all the cards in hand.

These two people are extremely devout believers; they immediately nodded, clasped their hands, and murmured prayers, begging the gods to descend.

She grabbed her long staff and said to True Person Mu Su: "Let me in!"

True Person Mu Su placed a leaf bracelet on her hand, allowing her to be immune to all attacks from the Wood King Cauldron.

Then she stepped into the cauldron in one stride.

Meanwhile, He Lingchuan also faced off against the giant serpent.

He Lingchuan had previously performed very vigilantly inside the cauldron, but had not displayed strength enough to rival an immortal. Pan Qing Immortal Monarch was sent by the Demon Emperor to assist Qing Yang, and now he just wanted to swallow him in one gulp to end the battle and return to report.

Even if the spiritual energy density of heaven and earth increased, even if he could use prolonged sleep to ease his discomfort in the mortal world, the current state of humanity is still not friendly enough for immortals. He is willing to travel a thousand li to the east—not only because of the Ling Xu City's orders, but also because the Demon Emperor offered him conditions he could not refuse.

If he kills this false dragon god, he can return to Bei Jia and resume his comfortable seclusion.

One person and one serpent, one fleeing, one pursuing.

Being chased by such a huge block is absolutely not a good experience. Pan Qing's agility contrasts sharply with its massive body, and wherever it passes, invisible barriers rise—namely, air walls; any creature that hits them suffers a broken head and blood flow.

To deal with such a colossus, the short spear again became long. He Lingchuan attacked twice, successfully planting the spearhead into the serpent's body; the power of "All Are Bubbles" attached to the axe head, combined with spiritual power, took effect directly, opening a large wound on Pan Qing's body, three feet deep or more.

But he was also struck by Pan Qing's tail.

He Lingchuan flew backward, fortunately hitting the air wall. The feeling was like being hit by a pile driver—he couldn't get up for a moment.

The vines on the ground seized the opportunity, suddenly wrapping around his feet.

In a duel between masters, there's no room for a slip—Pan Qing suddenly struck, so fast that even onlookers couldn't catch its movement.

It opened its bloody maw again and swallowed He Lingchuan whole in one gulp!

Shatuo turned his head and saw this scene, his scalp tingling: "Damn, what did I just say!"

He had just warned He Lingchuan: Don't! Be! Swallowed!

Truly, fear what you fear, and it will come.

The giant serpent made an obvious swallowing motion, squeezing the prey from the throat down, pressing it continuously into the stomach.

Qing Yang, who had just stepped into the cauldron, watched wide-eyed, even more tense than before.

Is it over? Is He Hao just eaten like that, from now on unable to cause her any trouble?

She found it hard to believe.

……

Luò Fèng Tán.

Luo Xie was restless and anxious, pacing back and forth.

Before him, over two hundred soldiers of the Southern Rong family had been disarmed and were sitting on the ground, while the Dragon God Army troops surrounded them, keeping watch.

In the distance, the trees suddenly rustled, and everyone looked up sharply to see two streaks of light lunging toward them.

Luo Xie shouted loudly, "Stand still!" while secretly clenching his fist.

As soon as he exerted force with his arm, the mantis-arm blade would appear.

The newcomers indeed stopped—it was Liu Qingdao and the Ghost Ape, with Dong Rui sitting on the Ghost Ape's shoulder.

What a strong wind this is—if he hadn't put on a helmet, his hair would surely have been blown into a mess by now.