Chapter 863: Each with Their Own Thoughts

But He Chun had dragged it out until now. Fu Liang grabbed it, embedded a profound crystal into the formation plate, and muttered a spell, sacrificing three years of his lifespan.

The others attracted the King of the Que Beasts' attention, buying him time.

Finally, the formation on the copper talisman lit up, and Fu Liang's expression withered quite a bit, his hands holding the copper talisman already shaking.

"Done!"

The cost of this kind of temporary teleportation formation was huge.

The other two attendants also breathed a sigh of relief; they could finally leave!

Their fearlessness of death didn't mean they wanted to die, especially seeing their companions dragged into the beasts' mouths and killed; who wasn't heartbroken? Who knew that as soon as He Chun took it over, he shouted "Retreat" at them, and then threw the copper talisman toward the ground in front! The formation started, and with it as the center, the ground within a radius of two zhang was quickly covered with complex patterns.

The Que Beasts that stepped into it disappeared with a "whoosh."

They didn't die, but were teleported to the ruins three miles away, where the other talisman plate of the Small Mountain-Moving Formation was set up.

And this was a one-way teleportation formation, lasting no more than twenty breaths.

The Tiangong's specially made Small Mountain-Moving Formation copper talisman had a maximum teleportation distance of over three miles. In today's era of declining spiritual energy, for a non-fixed teleportation formation, this was already an outrageous distance.

Doing a dojo in a snail shell. This formation alone was the crystallization of the hard work of many Tiangong talisman masters.

The Small Mountain-Moving Formation used by Fu Shanyue in the Precious Tree Fan Demon Nation was drawn temporarily, and the effective teleportation distance was less than one hundred and twenty zhang.

The King of the Que Beasts rushing toward the Tiangong team also couldn't stop its feet, and was teleported away before hitting the enemy.

He Lingchuan watched the light of the Small Mountain-Moving Formation flash repeatedly, and the Que Beasts on the battlefield disappeared one after another, unable to help but want to slap the wall and applaud.

This formation was usually used to save one's own life, but He Chun used it in reverse, instantly teleporting the strong enemy far away.

To have the presence of mind to design it this way in a moment of extreme urgency, his brain was truly sharp.

Taking away the Great Great Great Fanghu, the Secret Realm would likely disappear, so he had earned a glimmer of survival for himself and the remaining three.

If they couldn't dig out the Great Great Great Fanghu, they wouldn't even have the only retreat left! Originally, if they had used the Small Mountain-Moving Formation to escape, they could at least have survived until all the other teams were killed by the Que Beasts.

How precious life was; to live one more moment was one more moment.

Only by surviving could they plan slowly.

But He Chun chose to put himself in a desperate situation and fight for survival, choosing to stake everything on one throw.

A person who was so ruthless to himself, could he be soft-hearted to his enemies?

He Chun was truly worthy of being one of the four Du Yun Envoys of the Tiangong, each with their own merits compared to Bai Ziqi.

Thinking of this, He Lingchuan's killing intent soared.

He must not let this fellow escape the Panlong Secret Realm!

Dozens of zhang away, Qiu Hu, lurking in the ruins, finally received the order transmitted by the eyeball spider.

"Do it!" He Lingchuan's instruction was clear and concise. "Don't seize the pot, just kill!"

Qiu Hu immediately put on his mask, lowered his body, and darted out.

The General Red Tomb was in a chaotic battle, and no one noticed that a small change had occurred in front of the Mitian Temple in the distance: the red light pillar shooting into the sky had already disappeared, and there were neither humans nor Que Beasts in front of the temple, making it deserted.

Just at this moment, a little green light suddenly emerged from the well! Thick and bright, like a firefly.

After flying out, it circled half a turn above the well, as if identifying the direction, and then quietly flew toward the General Red Tomb.

If He Lingchuan saw this scene, he would definitely be horrified.

Unfortunately, he couldn't see it.

The number of the beast herd was instantly reduced by half, and the King of the Que Beasts was also teleported away.

Without its full drive, the attack intensity of the remaining Que Beasts immediately weakened, not as hard as before.

He Chun pointed to the solid ice beside him: "Dig it out, quick!"

The enemy was only temporarily separated from the scene. For the King of the Que Beasts, a distance of three miles wasn't far at all. The time bought for them by the Small Mountain-Moving Formation was very limited.

Only the mantis-like Child-Devouring Ghoul remained alive, and it was currently dealing with the surrounding Que Beasts for them. But it was small in size, agile but lacking in strength, and was repeatedly caught by the cold ice spewed by the Que Beasts, its body becoming heavier and heavier, its movements less and less flexible.

Finally, it was bitten by two Que Beasts, which pulled it in two directions with force.

With a "plop," its body and head were separated.

But it also bought time for the four Tiangong people. They couldn't care about anything else and chiseled the ice with all their might, and the progress indeed accelerated.

After fighting for a long time, their divine ability magic tools were all used up, leaving only this last bit of strength.

If they didn't use it now, they wouldn't have a chance to use it later.

He Chun went to pull the Great Great Great Fanghu several times, but still couldn't pull it out.

Fu Liang shouted: "Dig it out together with the gauntlets!"

The ice on the gauntlets was almost cleared away.

He Chun gritted his teeth and didn't make a sound.

This armor gripped the Great Great Great Fanghu so tightly, it was truly eerie.

Why on earth did the King of the Que Beasts guard the Great Great Great Fanghu so desperately? This question jumped into his mind again for no reason.

At this time, Fu Liang cheered: "It's loose, it's loose..."

The General Red's armor loosened, and the helmet suddenly fell off for no reason, covering the gauntlets.

Fu Liang was quick-eyed and grabbed the helmet, but the sound of breaking through the air sounded behind him.

"Swish, swish," a few hidden arrows attacked, which were dodged by the four.

More than a dozen figures darted out from the nearby ruins, striding toward the General Red Tomb.

The newcomers all wore masks, didn't say a word, and raised their weapons to hack.

What kind of cultivation did He Chun have? Normally, he wouldn't put these small fries in his eyes. Unfortunately, he was already internally injured and externally trapped, and every time he raised his hand, his chest felt like it was being pierced.

The two leaders focused on restraining him, while the others went to snatch the Great Great Great Fanghu.

He Chun saw that the situation was not good and whispered: "Retreat..."

He observed the surroundings and saw shadows on the low hill opposite, and there were actually quite a few people rushing here. He didn't know if it was Bao Guanjie's men or another team.

Surrounded by wolves, his side couldn't hold on.

A beast roar came from not far away, carried here by the evening wind.

That was the roar of the King of the Que Beasts. This also indicated that the beast herd teleported three miles away would soon rush back to the General Red Tomb.

His side had at most twenty breaths of time, not even enough to dig for treasure.

He Chun decisively decided to retreat, wanting to throw the pressure to the enemy to bear.

But Fu Liang and the other three guards were so angry that they were beaten up. Just now, their side had fought the Que Beast herd so heroically, while these cowards had shrunk to the side to watch the show, not daring to come over.

Now that the Que Beasts had left, they wanted to come and pick up a bargain? While He Chun ordered, Fu Liang also cursed: "Bao Guanjie, if you want to rob, do it openly and honestly, don't think that just because you cover your face, no one will recognize you!"

The other side was stunned.

He Chun felt his vision go black.

Fu Liang cursed so fluently that He Chun couldn't even cover his mouth in time, so angry he stomped his feet: "Fool!"

Why show off his tongue? Exposing the other side's identity was forcing them to silence them! Sure enough, the enemy leader whispered: "Kill, leave no one alive!"

The enemy's moves instantly became vicious, each move aiming at their vital points.

They all wore masks because they didn't want to be recognized by the Tiangong team. Once they succeeded in robbing the treasure and were recognized by He Chun, their motherland behind them would be in big trouble.

The might of Lingxu was feared by the world.

Now that the Tiangong team had exposed Bao Guanjie's identity, they had no choice but to silence them!

This was also because the Tiangong attendants had always been arrogant and had never thought that a tiny small country would really dare to kill.

At this time, six or seven more people arrived to join the battlefield.

They didn't have masks and were not as well prepared as Bao Guanjie, but they had also grabbed mud and ash to smear on their faces, each looking like the Kitchen God, and no one could tell who was who in the dark night.

Around the General Red armor, there was a chaotic battle.

These people were all rushing for the Great Great Great Fanghu, taking away the attacks of the Baling people, so He Chun's pressure was actually reduced.

Bao Guanjie rolled his eyes and shouted: "Le Zhengqing, you can't take away the Great Great Great Fanghu!"

The one opposite was Le Zhengqing, who was furious when he heard Bao Guanjie call out his name and slashed at him with a knife. Just now, Tao Ran had fired explosive arrows at their hiding place, leading the Que Beast herd to attack. But Le Zhengqing reacted very quickly, took his team and ran, slipping away before the Que Beast tide arrived, losing only a few people.

Bao Guanjie dodged and continued to incite: "The Tiangong will remember you, Dong Haoming's subordinate."

Everyone took off their masks together, so there was no way back; they might as well finish off the Tiangong team together! How could He Chun let him succeed? He caught his breath and also shouted: "Le Zhengqing, if you help me get rid of these people, Beijia will send troops for Dong Haoming! The Yuan Nation will be within reach!"

Le Zhengqing's gaze suddenly drifted.

He was ordered by Dong Haoming to come to the Panlong Desert to seize treasure, which was ultimately to assist the battlefield. If Beijia was really willing to send troops to help the Grand Marshal, that would be a one-step achievement, and the Yuan Nation would have no chance of survival.

Why not give this pot to them?

He Chun's words hit the target, shaking his will to fight.

At this critical moment, if Le Zhengqing helped He Chun, he would have to harvest the goodwill of the Tiangong—this was something that couldn't be bought with any amount of money.

Over there, Fu Liang parried a Baling person's axe and was about to turn back when he suddenly heard a soft "puck" sound and felt a chill in his chest at the same time.

He looked down and saw a blade tip protruding from his chest, bloody.

Fu Liang wanted to speak but stopped, his hands loosened, and his weapon fell to the ground with a "clang."

He looked up at He Chun again, his eyes full of horror and attachment, and then slowly fell to the ground.

"Who, who is it!" He Chun was furious, seeing a man in a flower cat mask behind Fu Liang retreating quickly, the long knife in his hand still dripping blood. He Chun grabbed a withered pine cone and shook it at him quickly: "Kill him!"

This was not a real pine cone, just a shape carved from undersea wood. With a shake, four or five monsters emerged from inside, including bear demons and wolf demons, all in the shape of mummies, and they pounced on the murderer who killed Fu Liang as soon as they landed.

They were large and ferocious in shape, but their movements were surprisingly fast. A Baling person blocked the bear demon's path and was slapped twice, his chest torn open.

Others thought He Chun was exhausted and wanted to come up to pick a soft persimmon, but seeing he could still use such means, they couldn't help but be horrified.

But they didn't know that He Chun had actually left this backhand for someone else—

Even in the most dangerous battle against the Que Beast herd just now, he hadn't forgotten that there was still a great enemy lurking in the dark, and that was the treasure thief who disturbed Xushan! That fellow laid out a layout, and in the end, he had to come out, right?

However, plans couldn't keep up with changes. If he didn't use this backhand, He Chun himself would lose his life.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 864 =====