Chapter 253

"Boom!"

"Whoosh!"

Thirty-six lightning bolts tore through the sky, flying over the heads of Long Dian and Long Ting, landing on the sea surface dozens of zhang in front of them, causing the seawater to roll.

The waves calmed, and Lu Cangsheng's figure appeared, standing on the shoulder of the Thunder Department Deity light shadow.

Looking back.

Behind him, Tang Wanqiu, Cang Li, Zhu Yibai, Yin Jiu, Yang Qingxi, Shi Shishi, and the man and woman from Thousand-Mile Mountain, multiple figures, were getting closer and closer.

"Is this the end of the road?"

Long Dian smiled bitterly to himself, looking at the Dragon Palace that was already within reach, feeling extremely unwilling in his heart, but knowing that no matter what, he couldn't escape today: "Long Ting, Lu Cangsheng is after the various tickets on me; I can hold him off and fight for a way for you to live. The future of the Dragon Gate... is handed to you..."

"Brother, let's join forces and fight our way through; Lu Cangsheng can't stop us." Long Ting said.

"There's no chance; if those people behind catch up, you will die too. Of the two, one must live."

Blood mist burned on Long Dian's body, dragon roars sounded one after another in his body, and he rushed straight toward Lu Cangsheng alone: "Lu Cangsheng, do you have what it takes to want the Longevity Pill tickets, Dragon Seed tickets, and Dragon Bone tickets on me?"

The thick magic power on Long Dian's body opened up a surging wave-water path on the sea surface.

Lu Cangsheng's eyes were as calm as a flat lake, and he stretched his five fingers forward.

Countless lightning light marks rushed from his fingertips, colliding with Long Dian's Azure Dragon battle-method thought-form.

"Awoo!"

A dragon roar sounded.

The five-zhang-long Azure Dragon light shadow, wrapping Long Dian inside, sprang up from the sea surface.

The person struck with his palm, the dragon probed its claws, attacking Lu Cangsheng.

"Boom!"

Lu Cangsheng stood in mid-air without moving, the Thunder Department Deity battle-method thought-form beneath his feet swung its arm, shattering the dragon claw and striking Long Dian with ten thousand lightning bolts, causing him to spit blood and be thrown away.

Long Ting did not detour to escape but followed closely, releasing a magic power cloud to catch Long Dian.

"Long Dian, I really don't want to fight you in your heavily injured state; even if I win, there is no sense of achievement. But for the Longevity Pill, Dragon Seed, Dragon Bone, and the crime of your Dragon Gate betraying the human race, you deserve to die."

Lu Cangsheng leaped, his right hand raised above his head, drawing lightning from the sky.

Amidst the roaring sound, he swung his arm down. Dozens of lightning bolts twisted together, winding like vines, striking Long Dian and Long Ting simultaneously.

"Give me your hand!"

Long Dian roared, grabbed Long Ting's left palm, and Immortal Mist erupted from the Ancestral Field below his navel. A dragon soul flew out, merged with the Azure Dragon battle-method thought-form, and rushed into Long Ting's body.

The reason Long Dian could earn the name of "Exiled Immortal" was because when he was born, Immortal Mist descended from the sky, transforming into a dragon and entering his mother's womb.

"Brother..."

Long Ting roared, thrown by Long Dian toward the Dragon Palace.

Long Dian stared in the direction of the Dragon Palace, feeling extreme pain in his heart, unable to imagine that he, who had fought across the Eastern Border invincible, would have his martial path stop at the Five Seas Realm.

"Oh, vast heaven, why are you so thin to me..."

Struck by lightning, Long Dian had no power to resist, his figure thrown away.

"Whoosh!"

Tang Wanqiu arrived, slashed with a sword from the air, cutting him in two, blood and a large number of invitations bursting from the sword brilliance.

Long Ting, thrown in mid-air, had bloodshot eyes, the scene of today permanently branded in his mind, his eyes locked onto Lu Cangsheng and Tang Wanqiu, anger, hatred, killing intent... making him nearly insane.

Everyone went to grab the invitations.

Long Ting fell back to the sea surface, his eyes terrifyingly calm, escaping rapidly with absolute rationality, the first to board the Immortal Turtle and head toward the Dragon Palace.

From this day on, he would spare no cost and use any means to make Lu Cangsheng and Tang Wanqiu regret today's actions, making them wish they were dead.

Li Shentong, tenth in the Southern Border, was the second to board the Immortal Turtle.

During the entire Hidden Dragon Lantern Festival, for some reason, no faction took the initiative to provoke him. He was also too lazy to participate in the Hidden Dragon competition; being able to smoothly obtain a Dragon Seed and a piece of Dragon Bone meant his Dao-Seed Realm would not fall behind anyone.

Tang Wanqiu chased to the bottom of the Immortal Turtle, looking at Long Ting walking into the Dragon Palace, her mood extremely complicated, with longing, regret, sourness... but there was no way, out was out!

This night of the Lantern Festival was destined to have nothing to do with him.

Raising her sword, she left in loneliness.

Li Youyi saw that the situation was settled, and the Longevity Pill tickets, Dragon Seed tickets, and Dragon Bone tickets he held were already more than enough, and the Luan-Born Qilin-Young seemed to have an incredible trump card.

Quit while ahead.

Fighting anymore made no sense and could instead put himself in danger.

There would be plenty of opportunities to catch up, surpass, and kill him in the future.

In an adverse situation, there was no choice, just like meeting on a narrow road.

In a favorable situation, of course, one should adopt a safer fighting style to reduce danger. Thus, Li Youyi retreated behind Ge Xiantong and Zuoqiu Hongting, preparing to command the swarm to assist the two in battle.

Anyway, the seven little ones had strong defenses; even before reaching their seven-inch mark, they could take a hit from Ge Xiantong and still be jumping around the next day. Now, they were naturally even more remarkable.

The Luan-Born Qilin-Young looked at the wonder of "the bright moon rising from the sea, the immortal turtle carrying the Dragon Palace," and scanned the three people opposite: "It seems God is on my side; the hour of the Rat arrived at just the right time. With a choice, there is no need to put oneself in danger; a trump card is only a trump card if it is hidden. An exposed trump card will only attract the covetous."

"Whoosh!"

The Luan-Born Qilin-Young spread his wings, wind and fire powers erupting on them, and flew toward the Dragon Palace.

Giving up the desperate fight, he escaped with his speed advantage.

"Can't let him escape into the Dragon Palace."

"He holds the most tickets!"

Zuoqiu Hongting and Ge Xiantong turned into two afterimages, chasing from the sea surface from left and right, their speed a notch slower than the Luan-Born Qilin-Young, the distance widening.

They were wrapped much deeper by the forces behind them than Li Youyi and had no choice but to fight to the end.

"Chase!"

Li Youyi shouted, pointing forward.

The seven Phoenix-Winged Moth Emperors led the seven fierce insect armies toward the Dragon Palace.

"Give me a hand."

Ge Xiantong looked at Zuoqiu Hongting.

"Okay!"

Zuoqiu Hongting drew the Eight Trigrams Life and Death Seal and struck Ge Xiantong, layer upon layer of impact power erupting, sending him into mid-air to catch up with the Luan-Born Qilin-Young.

Li Youyi, who had wanted to fight steadily, soon sensed something wrong.

He discovered that the Luan-Born Qilin-Young was getting closer and closer to Cang Li, Yin Jiu, and others, the silver staff in his hand transforming into a long sword radiating cold light.

The enemy was too brilliant, by no means a reckless man, and would not have his rationality affected by hatred and the situation. The Luan-Born Qilin-Young had always overseen the overall situation, always knowing how to use his strengths to attack the enemy's weaknesses, and could make the most correct choices.

Li Youyi sighed; having an enemy like the Luan-Born Qilin-Young was simply too headache-inducing.

If he couldn't kill him today, after the Hidden Dragon Lantern Festival, he must suggest that the Nine Li Tribe and the Zuoqiu Family eliminate him at all costs.

What Li Youyi didn't know was that the Luan-Born Qilin-Young was thinking the same thing in his heart.

Wanting to hide...

It seems he couldn't hide.

"Also give me a hand."

Li Youyi pasted the last God-Speed Talisman on his chest, carrying only the seven little ones, caught up with Zuoqiu Hongting, borrowed the power of her Eight Trigrams Life and Death Seal, increased his speed by another notch, and appeared above the Luan-Born Qilin-Young's head, one step behind Ge Xiantong.

The Yellow Dragon Sword erupted with blinding yellow light.

Dragon scale structures appeared on the sword edge, slashing downward.

At the same time, the seven little ones flew out together, like seven gorgeous flying knives.

The Luan-Born Qilin-Young swung his sword to beat back the heavily injured Ge Xiantong, his figure flashing to the right, narrowly avoiding the Yellow Dragon Sword's slash.

"Swish! Swish..."

The seven Phoenix-Winged Moth Emperors grazed his body, leaving bloodstains on his neck and the back of his hands, where there was no battle-suit protection.

They were extremely fast, impossible to guard against.

Strangely.

The Luan-Born Qilin-Young showed no anger at being intercepted by Ge Xiantong and Li Youyi; instead, the corners of his mouth rose, and he smiled slightly at Li Youyi.

Li Youyi's heart sank to the bottom; although he was in an absolute advantage at this moment and could restrain the Luan-Born Qilin-Young, as long as he waited for Ge Xiantong and Zuoqiu Hongting to surround him, the opponent would surely die.

But he believed in his judgment and his perception of danger, immediately retreating backward with the seven little ones, taking the opportunity to take out the black iron seal.

Ge Xiantong, who rushed up, glanced at him, not understanding.

"Whoosh!"

A terrifying aura that chilled the heart erupted from the Luan-Born Qilin-Young.

Brilliant light erupted from his Ancestral Field.

A feather flew out from inside, transforming into an immortal feather more than one hundred meters long, with flames burning on it, scorching and dazzling. The temperature was so high that the seawater below began to boil.

Ge Xiantong saw the immortal Dao scriptures on the feather, the hair all over his body standing on end, and he let out a strange cry, fleeing with Li Youyi.

"Li Youyi, you are always underestimating yourself; in my heart, you are more important than all of them combined."

The Luan-Born Qilin-Young stated his true purpose, swinging the immortal feather left behind by Yu Jia.

This was a true immortal feather, containing immortal Dao scriptures and immortal power, not to be mentioned in the same breath as those Ancient Immortal Giant Beast bloods that had long lost their activity.

Many things called immortal, and people called immortal, were merely a form of praise and a higher evaluation.

This immortal feather was different; it was a treasure that giants of the Longevity Realm would flock to.

If the Luan-Born Qilin-Young hadn't valued Li Youyi enough, he would never have exposed it.

"You are so insidious!"

Ge Xiantong cursed.

He was also enveloped in the flaming immortal feather, immediately supporting the Anti-Dragon Whip, transforming into a golden pillar to resist.

Li Youyi went all out to inject magic power into the Blood Handprint Demon Armor and the black iron seal, stimulating more than a dozen thick purple lightning bolts, hiding behind the seal, ready to flee into the Dao Ancestor Taiji Fish at any time.

Since the Luan-Born Qilin-Young dared to expose even the immortal feather, Li Youyi had nothing he dared not expose.

Fighting until now, it was all "killing a thousand enemies and losing eight hundred of one's own."

"Boom, boom, boom!"

The immortal feather was irresistible, sending the Anti-Dragon Whip flying and exploding the Sun-Moon battle-method thought-form.

The lightning released by the black iron seal could not block it at all.

Ge Xiantong dodged, hiding behind the black iron seal, which had transformed into several zhang in size, supporting it with Li Youyi. Their bodies became visibly charred in the flames.

Even the Blood Handprint Demon Armor couldn't block it.

"This strike of his is enough to kill a Dao-Seed Realm powerhouse." Ge Xiantong's eyes were dark, his pupils turning into sun and moon.

"It seems I must use the Dao Ancestor Taiji Fish!"

Li Youyi had just had this thought.

Behind him.

Like the rising sun, bright divine brilliance erupted from Zuoqiu Hongting's brow, helping them resist the power of the immortal feather.

The two forces collided.

The air became distorted at this moment.

Zuoqiu Hongting stepped on the water surface, moving forward step by step, the wooden mask on her face already burned to ashes, revealing an exquisite and beautiful face, not losing to Jiang Ning. The difference was that hers was a beauty with exquisite facial features and lines, very aggressive.

One look, and it could be deeply imprinted in the heart.

Jiang Ning was softer, more ethereal and agile, but she was the type that made people unable to see clearly, hazy and unknown, hiding countless secrets.

One liked to cultivate the Disguise Technique, wanting to make herself more blurred. The other was decisive, doing what she thought, striving to make herself appear more real.

Zuoqiu Hongting's long hair was disheveled, her Daoist robe like blue clouds, her momentum surpassing countless Dao-Seed Realm Wu Xiu.

"You don't want to know my taboo secret? I'll satisfy you!"

"Life and Death Original Lamp, Selfless Soul-Devouring Flame."

"Original Lamp!"

The space around Zuoqiu Hongting's brow vibrated, and the Spirit Realm at her brow opened.

Subsequently, a vast world unfolded and appeared at her brow. An ancient lamp, broken like fragments, floated at the center of the world, brilliant and great, infinitely mysterious.