Chapter 67: Successful God-Inviting Technique

He Chunhua was still shaken, feeling both lingering fear and annoyance, and gritted his teeth: "That old thief Sun deserves to die!" Even if he were duller, he understood now: Sun Fuping's order for him to lead the Heishuicheng Army into the Panlong Desert had been malicious—to block blades in normal times, and finally to be used as offerings to die.

If not for this broken comb in his hand, under the continuous impact of the Great Wind Army, the Heishuicheng Army would definitely have tried their best to maintain the Heavenly Thunder Array, and then they would have been wiped out in one go when the Blood Sacrifice Grand Array was activated.

Now the light of the array had disappeared, but no one dared to walk in. The sand bandit rescued by Situ Han soon stopped wailing and tossing, just staring at his boss, his chest heaving incessantly.

He Chunhua glanced at him and said: "He can't be saved. Give him a quick end."

Situ Han's face was livid. He squatted down, patted his brother's shoulder, and then slit his throat with a blade. It turned out that rescuing him just now had only been to let him suffer in vain; in the end, he still couldn't escape death.

This sand bandit leader, who had killed countless people, silently pressed his own forehead.

Looking at the remains of the deceased, the bones were actually deathly pale; even the bone marrow had been squeezed dry. The Blood Sacrifice Grand Array was too cruel, actually wanting to eat the offerings clean, not leaving even a trace of flesh and blood.

He Chunhua's face was ugly, and suddenly he slashed out with his blade!

The boy left behind by Sun Fuping was quietly walking out, wanting to hide in the ruins, but he was struck by his blade, his head and body separated.

At the same time, he also roared an order: "Kill! Kill all these demonic people!"

Sun Fuping and Nian Songyu originally had over a dozen subordinates who were also in the array; three died during the blood sacrifice, and another was killed by He Chunhua. Seven remained, and at this moment, they came to their senses and scattered like birds and beasts, either fleeing outside or jumping into the well.

But in front of the furious Heishuicheng Army, they didn't run far before being hacked down. Two fell at the edge of the well and were hacked into meat paste, only a step away from the pool water.

Afterward, the Heishuicheng Army began to count the casualties, and a subordinate finally reported: "My lord, eighty brothers were lost."

He Chunhua closed his eyes, exhaled a breath of turbid air from his chest, and was just about to speak when he heard a "clank" sound—the upright staff fell to the ground.

Before anyone else could react, it suddenly flew up again, shot into the well, and disappeared from sight.

A fierce look flashed across He Chunhua's face: "Go, we are going into the well too!"

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Just at this moment, a bit of light shone from the ruins.

Something flew out, shining with abnormal, piercing brightness. If He Lingchuan were to say it, that was a five-thousand-watt lightbulb itself; no one could look directly at it.

But although he covered his eyes with his hand, he subconsciously determined that this thing was that ivory carving.

They had expended so much effort, even joining forces with the Black Flood Dragon, yet in the end, they still hadn't interrupted Sun Fuping's God-Inviting Technique?

Then, what about his father and the others?

The Black Flood Dragon raised its broken tail and slammed it down without mercy, wanting to shatter it.

At the same time, the ivory carving's tightly closed eyes suddenly opened!

With a crisp "clank," the ivory carving shattered, but a streak of white light flew out from within, circling slightly in mid-air, as if lingering, and as if hesitating.

Mao Tao said with a trembling voice: "Is that the, the god invited?"

The Black Flood Dragon spat several mouthfuls of fierce flames at this white light. The white light seemed elusive, dodging dangerously several times.

There was movement in the crater below. Sun Fuping climbed out holding Nian Songyu and roared hoarsely at the white light: "My God has arrived!" After saying this, he held up Nian Songyu, who had lost consciousness and had his eyes tightly closed.

Only then did He Lingchuan finally understand the reason why Nian Songyu had followed the State Preceptor to Heishuicheng and the Panlong Desert—

As a skin-bag for the god to descend, or rather, as a weapon for the god!

The demonic ape on the side rushed up, but was repelled by Sun Fuping.

He himself was also covered in blood. Apart from his right ring finger and little finger being broken off at the root, he didn't know how many other bones in his body were broken. His state was very poor.

But his spirit was very excited.

His God-Inviting Technique had succeeded!

Except for the ancient era, this was the fourth true Divine Descent in the history of this continent! Sun Fuping chanted a few sentences, and something flew from somewhere, landing in his hand.

It was that staff! It was the staff Sun Fuping had left outside to summon heavenly thunder, defend against vengeful spirits, or rather, to open the sacrificial array!

He Lingchuan's pupils shrank.

The staff no longer glowed, the beast head at the top had an empty mouth, and it no longer held Prefect He's State Order.

The Black Flood Dragon had said earlier that Sun Fuping had secretly embedded a sacrificial array to summon a heavenly god using human lives and essence blood. Now that the heavenly god had arrived, that meant...

"Old Dog Sun, where is my father!" He suddenly roared at Sun Fuping, his voice hoarse, "If you dare to use him as an offering, I want you to die without a whole corpse!"

He didn't even have time to think more; rage swept through his sea of consciousness, and his eyes suddenly became bloodshot and swollen.

"The kid is clever, running for his life quickly." Sun Fuping chuckled, still wearing that eerie smile, "You escaped, so the disaster of death naturally falls on your old man to bear."

He Lingchuan let out a roar, flipped over the battlement, and jumped down.

Mao Tao and Ceng Feixiong rushed up, dragging him back with all their might: "Young Master, don't be impulsive! He is tricking you!"

Just at this moment, the white light in the air bypassed the Black Flood Dragon's attack and suddenly rushed toward here.

Everyone was horrified.

Wherever the white light went, the Black Flood Dragon's dragon breath followed. They didn't want to die yet.

However, the white light was extremely fast. Before anyone else could react, it dove into He Lingchuan's mouth.

He had been cursing loudly, but stopped abruptly, and his eyes became dull.

Caught off guard, everyone was stunned.

Sun Fuping below the city wall was equally dumbfounded. With a perfectly good Nian Songyu to use, why did this ancestor insist on taking a detour to find He Lingchuan? Watching the Black Flood Dragon's massive body turn to follow, Mao Tao shivered and turned to flee to the side, not forgetting to shout: "Scatter! If you don't want to die, run!"

Actually, he didn't need to remind them; everyone scattered like birds and beasts. Ceng Feixiong subconsciously wanted to drag He Lingchuan away, but was instead pulled and tugged by two subordinates to several zhang away: "Brother Ceng, the white light protects him, not you!"

They didn't know what this white light could actually do, but any other living person staying here would definitely become a roasted chicken.

Immediately after, the Black Flood Dragon climbed onto the city gate, puffed up its cheeks, and looked like it was about to spray another mouthful of fierce flames.

At this moment, a demonic bird flew down and shouted twice in its ear, its voice hoarse and rough.

No one knew how the two of them communicated, but the Black Flood Dragon changed its mind temporarily, and its cheeks deflated again. It circled He Lingchuan twice, as if sizing him up incessantly, and then opened its big mouth, intending to swallow him in one gulp! ……

The white light had come too fast, and He Lingchuan hadn't been able to dodge.

His mind went blank for a few seconds, and snowflake-like white dots seemed to appear before his eyes.

Then, his vision suddenly recovered, and He Lingchuan discovered that he was in a state of free fall, constantly dropping.

The most eerie thing was that there was a black shadow directly above, falling faster than him. In just the time it took to blink twice, it smashed into him!

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 68 =====