Chapter 332

Zhu Xuanji's pupils reflected the crimson firelight, and the wind-rising bell in his heart had been ringing constantly!

At the first glance, he saw through the situation in the secret pavilion.

"Karmic fire burning, this is the evil retribution of luck techniques." Zhu Xuanji sneered in his heart, "Ning Zhuo, you have fallen to this state today, it is your own fault."

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

The Heavy-Armored Blood Ape · Da Sheng, similar in build to him and equally burly, crashed into his arms, hugged him around the waist, and ran wildly, crashing out of the battlefield!

If it were any other machine, it would certainly not be able to do this. Only Yuan Da Sheng had reached the spiritual intelligence stage, could analyze the battlefield, and had stronger autonomy.

Anger appeared on Zhu Xuanji's face; he swung his elbow, hitting the back of the Heavy-Armored Blood Ape · Da Sheng, each blow creating a small deep pit.

Yuan Da Sheng ignored it, giving its all to keep Zhu Xuanji away from Ning Zhuo.

Sun Lingtong realized what happened and immediately guarded Ning Zhuo's side.

Everything that had just happened happened too fast.

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

Ning Xiao Hui's grandmother and the others surrounded them again.

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

Following Meng Kui's order, he seized the doorway and quickly pushed the wooden blocks, putting together the final ending part.

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

The content was accurate, the door opened, and a brilliant light shot into the sky, making this secret pavilion unique.

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

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

"Quick, stop Meng Chong!"

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

The number of people besieging Ning Zhuo suddenly dropped by more than half.

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

Only Ning Xiao Hui's grandmother, Ning Xiaoren, Ning Ze, and others still launched a siege on 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 in order to protect Ning Zhuo, he had to abandon his own combat strengths for a time, almost entirely on the defensive!

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

The most critical thing was that his fighting spirit was low, and he felt an inexplicable disgust and aversion toward Ning Zhuo; this psychological state made him feel weak every time he defended Ning Zhuo, and he was lucky to be able to exert thirty or forty percent of his combat power.

Looking at Ning Xiao Hui's grandmother and the others, they were clearly enhanced by luck techniques. Their combat power had expanded several times compared to their peak!

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

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

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

Ning Xiao Hui's grandmother took advantage of the three of them fighting together, like a hawk, and pounced on Ning Zhuo.

The firelight in her eyes was the most vigorous!

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

Space-Piercing Technique!

At the critical moment, Sun Lingtong hurriedly looked back and performed the signature technique of the Un-Empty Gate.

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

Ning Xiao Hui'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 injured by Ning Ze and Ning Xiaoren, kicked into a corner.

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

The Shadow Demon Cultivator and Chi Dun were fighting while rushing over!

Stone Heart Delaying Technique!

Lime Heart Technique!

Chi Dun's fist was covered with a layer of gray halo, hitting the Shadow Demon Cultivator's back.

The Shadow Demon Cultivator backhanded a ball of black smoke, releasing a dozen ropes to entangle Chi Dun.

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

The Shadow Demon Cultivator was hit by the heavy punch, his speed increased, and he rushed toward the secret pavilion where the big door was located.

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

Because, the next moment, he witnessed with his own eyes the Shadow Demon Cultivator's body flash with pale yellow Buddha light, quickly dissolving the gray-white halo on the back that had been hit.

The Shadow Demon Cultivator let out a hoarse laugh and ran toward the small door.

Clearly, it was Buddha light flashing, but others felt the demonic energy was monstrous!

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

Zhu Xuanji slapped down several times in a row.

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

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

Disembowelment!

The Heavy-Armored Blood Ape · Da Sheng knelt on the ground, holding its resentful head high, and under the Golden Mountain stance, it was completely suppressed.

"Pitiful, sad, sighable." Zhu Xuanji was expressionless, his tone full of emotion.

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

However, just as he was about to cross Yuan Da Sheng and rush toward the secret pavilion with the big door, his footsteps suddenly paused.

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

The fire persimmons were all of high grade, most of them were thousand-year fire persimmons, and there were even ten-thousand-year fire persimmons.

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

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

All the clues connected at this moment.

The truth was revealed!

"Xiao Hui, my Xiao Hui!" Ning Xiao Hui's grandmother had already lost her mind; after being teleported away by Sun Lingtong, she ran back crazily.

Before entering the small door, she met the Shadow Demon Cultivator.

The Shadow Demon Cultivator waved his arm lightly, and Ning Xiao Hui's grandmother's head and body separated, a fountain of blood spraying from her neck.

She was dead.

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

Both of them retreated at the same time.

Sun Lingtong dragged his severely injured body to Ning Zhuo's side, just as he got up to drag Ning Zhuo away, he looked up and saw the Shadow Demon Cultivator close at hand.

An intense pressure suppressed them like a mountain.

Sun Lingtong's eyes bled, he growled, wanting to throw Ning Zhuo away and pounce on him himself.

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

Thump.

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 Ning Zhuo, who had his eyes closed tightly.

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

Ning Xiaoren and Ning Ze saw this and retreated faster.

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

Ning Xiaoren and Ning Ze were confused.

It was already too late.

The Shadow Demon Cultivator slowly bent down, stretched out his mechanical arms and palms, and gently helped Ning Zhuo up.

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

Ning Zhuo finally recovered some strength; he leaned on the Shadow Demon Cultivator's arm and tried his best 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 becoming clear.

He looked at the Shadow Demon Cultivator beside him, revealing a gentle, relaxed, silent smile.

The next moment, Sun Lingtong widened his eyes, his pupils constricted, revealing a very shocked expression.

Just because he heard with his own ears, Ning Zhuo called out softly—

"Mother."