Chapter 711: One step ahead

"What an overbearing primordial power!"

He Lingchuan looked in the direction the arrows came from and saw two people on the hilltop. The one holding the bow was none other than National Master Qingyang! At the critical moment, the Tiangong had even brought over this expert in coordinating primordial power. No wonder the spiritual rain had suddenly descended earlier, drenching the Ju Ju quite badly.

With Zhu Xiuer dodging like that, National Master Qingyang immediately shifted her target, and the arrows were all aimed at the Ju Ju.

Her arrows were not comparable to those of ordinary Tiangong guards. Once they pierced the Ju Ju, wherever the green light passed, the molten rock near the wound would immediately dim, falling off like coal dust.

He Lingchuan finally saw with his own eyes today the suppression of great demons by primordial power.

For the Ju Ju, this was like the wound where the arrow struck suddenly becoming necrotic. Only by pulling out the arrow and digging out the green fire could new molten rock grow back.

It was fine in ordinary times, but it was extremely troublesome in a fierce battle. After all, it was so big that it was hard for National Master Qingyang to miss.

In just a few breaths, she had actually achieved top-tier coordination with the Abyss-Sinking beast. The Abyss-Sinking beast retreated and she filled in, with every arrow attacking where the enemy had to save.

Under her interference, the Ju Ju's movements slowed down, and it had to be distracted to guard against her. The Abyss-Sinking beast's severed arm had a chance to regrow.

Anger rose from the Ju Ju's heart, and with a wave of its hand, it threw seventeen or eighteen molten bombs at her, as dense as a meteor shower.

These were not molten bombs thrown casually; each one was three zhang in diameter. For a human of small stature, it was like a barrage of artillery fire, and the flames were actually white-gold.

National Master Qingyang drew her long staff and slammed it heavily onto the ground.

A green barrier expanded in time, protecting her and Bai Ziqi in the middle.

The molten bombs all smashed onto the barrier, dust flying, followed by countless chain explosions. If this had hit a person, even a hundred or eighty people would have been knocked down.

National Master Qingyang was shaken back several steps, her face turning pale. She only had one long staff, and she didn't have many of her usual handy magic tools on her, so her offensive and defensive means were relatively simple. Now she could only rely on brute force to carry the Ju Ju's attacks.

For cultivators, magic tools were actually the storage and extension of personal ability. National Master Qingyang arriving on the battlefield empty-handed severely limited her performance.

But the barrier was not broken after all.

After the molten cannon exploded, it turned into a pile of debris, which quickly combined into a dozen fire monster clones under the Ju Ju's command. It was extremely annoyed with National Master Qingyang and wanted to give her no time to be distracted.

Before the fire monsters could take shape, National Master Qingyang rushed over, one staff for each.

Any fire monster pointed at by her long staff would shatter with a "poof," turning back into the slag on the ground.

Taking this opportunity, Bai Ziqi also manipulated the lamp spirit to transform, flying past the two giant beasts fighting, trying to snatch the shrine back.

He Lingchuan hurriedly patted the spider demon's head: "Xiuer!"

Zhu Xiuer was also cunning at this time, simply shrinking behind the rock wall and not going out, spitting out several strands of spider silk, sticking to the stone base behind the shrine, and pulling it with a clever force—

The shrine was pulled by the spider silk and finally rolled into the magma pool!

Once it rolled in, it would become the Ju Ju's trophy.

Who knew that the Abyss-Sinking beast's tail tip would curl up during the fight, catching the shrine in mid-air.

He Lingchuan just wanted to swear, but the barrier on the shrine exerted its power, cutting its tail to pieces.

It seemed that although the Abyss-Sinking beast was the Tiangong's beast, the barrier on the shrine didn't recognize it.

He Lingchuan saw a cloud of blood mist explode from the Abyss-Sinking beast's tail, and the shrine continued to fall.

Zhu Xiuer suddenly said: "This monster is controlled by someone."

"Yeah." Otherwise, why would it stretch its tail to grab this thing while fighting with a hot head?

Just delaying for less than a breath, Bai Ziqi's lamp spirit arrived, grabbing the base of the shrine.

The lamp spirit's shape could be changed at will. This time it transformed into something like a ghost, its body blurry, only its hands clear, and it could extend and stretch.

It had learned to be obedient and didn't dare to touch the barrier, so it held the base of the shrine and lifted it up.

What if this thing was snatched back to the Tiangong?

He Lingchuan couldn't care about his safety, jumping onto the giant rock and grabbing something from his arms to aim at the lamp spirit.

Immediately after, a shockingly bright, scorching white beam of light hit it, just covering the entire lamp spirit! This was the shadow-projection lamp He Lingchuan had picked up from the eye of the Spirit-Gathering Array. Mount Xushan used it to project the star map on the belly of the Spider Immortal's remains, so its brightness, intensity, and penetrating power were naturally top-notch.

He Lingchuan felt it was a laser lamp.

Most importantly, He Lingchuan had seen Zhu Xiuer use it to deal with a lamp spirit, and the effect was an instant kill!

Now using it to deal with Bai Ziqi's lamp spirit should be the right medicine.

Sure enough, the lamp spirit was illuminated by him like this, and its form and color immediately faded, as if it would dissipate in the white light the next moment.

But its power was stronger than the previous small lamp spirit, and it was still struggling hard within the beam of light.

Just then, He Lingchuan felt a numbness in his brow, and a warning sign suddenly arrived.

It was too late to dodge. Without thinking, he smashed out his large shield and shrank behind it. National Master Qingyang's two arrows followed closely, shooting onto the shield surface.

With a "bang," there was an explosion.

The powerful force blasted He Lingchuan and the shield backward, slamming him hard against the mountain wall.

The Soul-Sucking Mirror screamed: "It hurts, it hurts, it hurts—!"

It had suffered a great deal tonight, blocking dozens of attacks, and now it had to take National Master Qingyang's sneak attack.

He Lingchuan's tiger's mouth was shaken and cracked, and his left arm was numb, almost unable to lift it.

National Master Qingyang's archery was also sharp, but He Lingchuan felt that the reception he received when he first entered Panlong City was even better.

That arrow almost gave him PTSD.

But the problem was, National Master Qingyang didn't look like a martial cultivator; was her archery so powerful?

Or was it because her ability to coordinate primordial power was superb?

And He Lingchuan was still thinking about one thing in his busy schedule: National Master Qingyang clearly shot two arrows, why was there only one explosion? Just as this thought crossed his mind, the mirror suddenly called out: "Watch out directly in front!"

It had just spoken when a green snake as thick as a bowl emerged from the top of the shield, violently springing toward He Lingchuan's throat! This snake was simulated by green light, and its fangs were an inch long. There would definitely be no good end if bitten.

National Master Qingyang's second arrow simulated such a thing.

The first arrow's explosion was just a feint; the second arrow was the key to attacking people! And the distance between the green snake and He Lingchuan was only a mere foot! He Lingchuan subconsciously wanted to throw away the shield.

But a second before he swung his arm, the green snake seemed to be grabbed by something and pulled down hard—

With a "whoosh," it disappeared from He Lingchuan's field of vision.

He shook the shield, the green snake... gone?

"Alright, stop shaking." The mirror's tired voice came, "I pulled it into the mirror world, and it melted as soon as it entered." Once the connection with National Master Qingyang was broken, that bit of divine ability dissipated.

He Lingchuan hid behind the large rock, patted the shield, and let out a long breath: "Well done."

The mirror world of the Soul-Sucking Mirror was almost tidied up, and occasionally it could pull some small things in.

If the small things didn't want to go in, it could pull them in by force.

However, He Lingchuan also found two cracks on the shield, and I'm afraid it would take a while to recover.

The intensity of the battle tonight was too high.

The beam of the shadow-projection lamp moved away, and the lamp spirit was spared, but because of He Lingchuan's interruption, it failed to hold the shrine.

This time the shrine finally fell into the magma pool, and several large bubbles bubbled up.

This series of changes happened in just a few breaths. The battlefield was hot, and everyone was busy, but the shrine finally sank.

Bai Ziqi opposite was so angry that his veins were bulging.

He Lingchuan clenched his fists hard, good!

The shrine fell into the magma pool, and the initiative was in their own hands!

Fighting to the death, wasn't it for this? The Ju Ju watched everything during the fierce battle, and seeing this, it breathed a sigh of relief. Regardless of the Abyss-Sinking beast biting its shoulder, it hugged it and burrowed into the magma.

Being exposed to the icy rain was too painful, plus the Abyss-Sinking beast's entanglement and National Master Qingyang's sneak attack. And the Ju Ju also found that the parts shot by the Star-Plucking Pavilion archers earlier, those candlelight actually turned into light snakes, constantly drilling into its body!

Not to mention, the attacks of the Tiangong's divine servants and guards never stopped.

Encountering so many attacks, even the Ju Ju couldn't stand it, and it urgently needed earth fire to heal.

Under the magma was its favorite main battlefield, and it was not attacked by the icy rain here.

But it soon discovered that the high temperature of the earth fire couldn't help it eliminate the opponent in front of it.

The Abyss-Sinking beast was actually fearless of the Earth Core True Fire! The long hair on this guy's body wasn't burned at all, swimming in the magma as if it were in a swimming pool.

While the Ju Ju was astonished, it was also resentful:

It turned out that the Tiangong had long been guarding against it, and didn't know where they got this fire-avoiding Abyss-Sinking beast.

It seemed that even if the Lingxu Holy Venerable couldn't descend to the human world, this battle would not be easy to fight.

"This is troublesome." He Lingchuan said to Zhu Xiuer, "Find a place to hide quickly."

Earlier, there were two giant monsters blocking the way, so no one would pay attention to them; now both of them had entered the magma pool, and only they and the Star-Plucking Pavilion were looking at each other across the thick fog.

Once the fog dissipated, if they were still exposed to the Tiangong's field of vision, they would have to bear the boundless anger of others!

Great minds think alike. Just as he opened his mouth, Zhu Xiuer shrank behind the mountain range and quickly moved away from the battlefield under the cover of the thick fog.

"..." As expected of an old demon, its survival instinct was first-class. "Xiuer, are you and the Ju Ju really ancient demon immortals?"

The Ju Ju almost took on all the attacks of the Tiangong and the National Master by itself, while Zhu Xiuer was hiding and dodging, choosing only the best of the thirty-six stratagems.

Although they were all considered half-immortals now, the strength gap between these two seemed a bit big? Zhu Xiuer said angrily: "I just woke up, and I can only use the remaining power in the remains. You compare me with a rock-fire monster born of heaven and earth? Even in the ancient times, so many immortals of the Dahai Sect had to be polite to it!"

The Ju Ju's arrogance wasn't cultivated in a day or two.

He Lingchuan realized. It seemed that even as demon immortals, there were huge differences between individuals.

Zhu Xiuer asked him: "You said someone was responding, where are they?"

"I have to get the divine object before I can retreat." He Lingchuan asked the small fire person on his shoulder, "Ju Ju, what's going on under the magma pool?"

"Still working on it!" The Ju Ju's irritable voice came through the small fire person, "Making a contract with you this time is a blood loss! You hurry to Tianji Peak, the place where we met last time!"

Seeking monthly tickets.

There will be an update later, but I have to grind and write slowly.

Everyone go eat first, and come back to watch after lunch break.

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