Chapter 332

Crimson firelight reflected in Zhu Xuanji's pupils, and the Wind-Rising Bell in his heart had been ringing constantly!

He grasped the situation in the secret pavilion at a glance.

"Karmic fire burning, this is Fate Art retribution." Zhu Xuanji sneered in his heart, "Unlike Ning Zhuo, that you have fallen to this state today is your own crime."

He had just had the thought when he heard a roar.

Similar in build to him, the equally burly and majestic Heavy-Armored Blood Ape·Dasheng crashed into his embrace, hugged him around the waist, and ran wildly with all its might, crashing away from the battlefield!

If it were any other mechanism, it would certainly not be able to achieve this level. Only Yuan Dasheng had reached the Spirit Wisdom Stage, could analyze the battlefield, and had stronger autonomy.

Anger appeared on Zhu Xuanji's face; he swung his elbows, violently striking the back of the Heavy-Armored Blood Ape·Dasheng, each strike creating a small deep pit.

Yuan Dasheng ignored it, giving its all to make Zhu Xuanji stay away from Unlike Ning Zhuo.

Sun Lingtong reacted and immediately guarded Unlike Ning Zhuo's side.

Everything that had just happened occurred too quickly.

The door opened, Zhu Xuanji shrouded in golden light appeared, and was then crashed out by Yuan Dasheng.

Ning Xiaohui's grandmother and the others surrounded them again.

"It's done! Hahaha." Meng Chong laughed loudly.

Following Meng Kui's order, he seized the doorway, quickly pushing the wooden blocks to piece together the final part.

Originally, Unlike Ning Zhuo had already pieced together the vast majority. Meng Chong used his Immortal Asset to enhance his own movements, and in a dozen breaths, he had finished the final steps.

The content was accurate, the doorway opened wide, and a brilliant light shot into the sky, making this secret pavilion look extraordinary.

Inside the door, it looked like a vortex formed by the starry sky; Meng Chong didn't hesitate at all and charged in!

"Not good, he went in!" Someone screamed.

"Quick, stop Meng Chong!"

"The position of Magma Immortal Palace Master... is mine."

More than half of the people besieging Unlike Ning Zhuo disappeared in an instant.

They were blinded by fate, but when it came to immense benefits, greedy desires overwhelmed the crimson firelight in their eyes.

Only Ning Xiaohui's grandmother, Ning Xiaoren, Ning Ze, and others continued to besiege Unlike Ning Zhuo.

Sun Lingtong defended with difficulty, blocking left and right, and was soon covered in blood.

His fighting style was agile and active, but to protect Unlike Ning Zhuo, he had to abandon his own combat strengths for a time, almost entirely on passive defense!

His previous injuries had not recovered, and he was not in a complete state to begin with.

Most crucially, his fighting spirit was depressed, and he felt an inexplicable disgust and aversion toward Unlike Ning Zhuo; this psychological state made every time he defended Unlike Ning Zhuo feel like his bones were softening, and he was lucky to exert three or four out of ten parts of his combat power.

Looking at Ning Xiaohui's grandmother and the others, they were clearly enhanced by Fate Art. Their combat power had expanded several times compared to their own peaks!

"Sun Lingtong, you outsider, don't meddle in other people's business!" Ning Xiaoren shouted.

Ning Ze: "This thing Unlike Ning Zhuo is ungrateful, a white-eyed wolf that can't be raised! He doesn't even care about blood kinship! I shouldn't have raised him."

Sun Lingtong was so angry he cursed: "You are the outsiders! What did you raise?!"

Ning Xiaohui's grandmother took advantage of the three of them fighting together, like a hawk, pouncing on Unlike Ning Zhuo.

The firelight in her eyes was the most intense!

"You little brat born by a mother but not raised by one! Give my Xiaohui back!!" She dealt a lethal blow to the defenseless Unlike Ning Zhuo.

Space-Piercing Technique!

At the critical moment, Sun Lingtong hurriedly looked back, casting the signature technique of the Kong Sect Sect.

However, this time, he didn't cast it on himself.

Ning Xiaohui's grandmother was hit by the Space-Piercing Technique and immediately disappeared from where she was, teleported to the secret pavilion next door.

Sun Lingtong was distracted by this and was severely wounded by Ning Ze and Ning Xiaoren, kicked into a corner.

The small door that had just been crashed open by Yuan Dasheng remained wide open.

The shadow-cloaked demonic cultivator and Lord Chi Dun were fighting while rushing over!

Stone Heart Delaying Art!

Lime Heart Technique!

Lord Chi Dun's fist was covered in a layer of gray halo, hitting the shadow-cloaked demonic cultivator's back.

The shadow-cloaked demonic cultivator backhanded a ball of black smoke, releasing a dozen ropes to bind Lord Chi Dun.

Lord Chi Dun was bound by the ropes and, following his own momentum, crashed solidly into the wall.

The shadow-cloaked demonic cultivator was hit by the heavy punch, his speed surged, and he rushed toward the secret pavilion where the great gate was located.

"Hmph, hit by my Lime Heart Technique, you will..." Lord Chi Dun's eyes widened rapidly.

Because, the next moment, he witnessed with his own eyes the shadow-cloaked demonic cultivator flashing with pale yellow Buddha light, quickly dissolving the gray-white halo on the back where he had been hit.

The shadow-cloaked demonic cultivator let out a hoarse laugh and ran toward the small door.

Even though it was Buddha light flashing, others felt the demonic energy was monstrous!

Martial Art—Across the Mountain, Across the Mountain, Across the Mountain!

Zhu Xuanji slapped down several palms in succession.

Even though the interior of the Heavy-Armored Blood Ape·Dasheng had been temporarily reinforced by Unlike Ning Zhuo with all his might, it couldn't withstand the Jin Dan-level bombardment and was shattered into slag again.

Yuan Dasheng still wanted to resist, but Zhu Xuanji took a step back, widening the distance, reached out with both hands, inserted his ten fingers into the chest of the Heavy-Armored Blood Ape·Dasheng, and then pulled violently to both sides!

Disembowelment!

The Heavy-Armored Blood Ape·Dasheng knelt on the ground, head held high in resentment, and was completely suppressed under the Golden Mountain stance.

"Pitiful, sad, lamentable." Zhu Xuanji was expressionless, his tone filled with emotion.

He had already recognized that this was Yuan Dasheng's spirituality.

However, just as he was about to pass Yuan Dasheng and rush to the secret pavilion with the great gate, his footsteps suddenly paused.

He saw the fragments of the broken mechanical heart sphere, saw the fire persimmons that hadn't been ignited yet.

The fire persimmons were all of very high grade; the vast majority were thousand-year fire persimmons, and there were even ten-thousand-year fire persimmons.

In an instant, Zhu Xuanji felt as if he had been struck by lightning!

He stood frozen on the spot, his heart skipping a beat, gripped tightly by intense terror!

All the clues connected at this moment.

The truth was revealed!

"Xiaohui, my Xiaohui!" Ning Xiaohui's grandmother had already lost her reason; after being teleported away by Sun Lingtong, she ran back madly.

Before entering the small door, she met the shadow-cloaked demonic cultivator.

The shadow-cloaked demonic cultivator waved his arm lightly, and Ning Xiaohui's grandmother's head and body separated, blood spraying from her neck.

She was dead.

This scared Ning Xiaoren and Ning Ze so much that cold sweat broke out; the intense desire to survive overwhelmed the crimson firelight in their eyes.

Both of them retreated explosively at the same time.

Sun Lingtong dragged his severely wounded body to Unlike Ning Zhuo's side; just as he got up to drag Unlike Ning Zhuo away, he looked up and saw the shadow-cloaked demonic cultivator close at hand.

An intense pressure suppressed them like a mountain.

Sun Lingtong's eyes bled from the strain, and he let out a low roar, wanting to throw Unlike Ning Zhuo away and pounce on the enemy himself.

The next moment, he was pointed down by a finger.

Plop.

He fell to the ground, his side face pressed against the cold floor, his heart as cold as the floor tiles.

He looked in despair at Unlike Ning Zhuo, whose eyes were tightly closed.

If possible, he would be willing to trade his own life for Unlike Ning Zhuo's survival!

Seeing this, Ning Xiaoren and Ning Ze retreated even faster.

"Don't retreat, quickly restrain Unlike Ning Zhuo!!" Almost at the same time, Zhu Xuanji burst into the secret pavilion next door, shouting anxiously.

Ning Xiaoren and Ning Ze were confused.

It was already too late.

The shadow-cloaked demonic cultivator slowly bent down, extended his mechanical arm and palm, and gently helped Unlike Ning Zhuo up.

Pale yellow Buddha light shone, reflecting on Unlike Ning Zhuo's body, suppressing the crimson flames burning on him.

Unlike Ning Zhuo finally recovered some strength; leaning on the shadow-cloaked demonic cultivator's arm, he used all his might to stand straight.

This simple movement had already exhausted his pitifully remaining strength.

He was covered in cold sweat, barely opening his eyes, his vision gradually clearing.

He looked at the shadow-cloaked demonic cultivator beside him, revealing a gentle, relaxed, silent smile.

The next moment, Sun Lingtong's eyes widened, his pupils shrinking, revealing a look of extreme shock.

Because he heard with his own ears Unlike Ning Zhuo gently call out—

"Mother."