Chapter 671

Again, a mechanical sound, and two large doors opened on both sides of the walls.

Heavy footsteps, and the other two—Number Two and Number Three—appeared simultaneously.

At this moment, the base staff huddled in the corners chose to scatter and flee.

This was the only chance to escape alive.

Unfortunately, someone had already anticipated their reaction; as soon as Number Two and Number Three stepped out of the passage, the door behind them had already closed.

Their rush out immediately became futile.

Instead, it triggered the killing desire of Number Two and Number Three; the black straight blades in their hands whirred, tearing apart their bodies.

Inside the safe house, a strong smell of blood instantly filled the air.

"Huu—"

Mu Yang exhaled a breath and also began to move.

He didn't know why someone had gathered them like this, but since they were here, he might as well kill first.

After slaughtering all the enemies before him, he would then consider any conspiracies or schemes.

At present, the situation was actually not suitable for Mu Yang to sit there thinking about random things.

Although it had seemed easy to deal with Number One earlier, Mu Yang had actually taken a shortcut; now was the true test of combat.

"Yang Jian inside?" Ao Yulie asked from the sky above the base.

The Heavenly Hound nodded, indicating that Yang Jian had already penetrated deep inside.

Zhu Bajie saw the gate open, with not a few vehicles driving out from inside, and several helicopters taking off on the platform.

Clearly, the personnel inside the base were fleeing.

"Strength has increased, recovery speed is very fast." He said.

One person single-handedly achieving this shows that Mu Yang's strength is now incomparable to before.

The two lowered their heads to look down, their eyes flashing with light, their gaze penetrating the mountain rock layers, seeing the base inside the mountain.

"Quite a hand." Ao Yulie muttered.

The base hidden in the mountain belly was by no means small in scale.

It had six full levels of space, the top level the broadest, decreasing downward, forming an inverted pyramid structure.

Inside, it was basically emptied out now, with fewer than fifty people still evacuating outward.

Soon, Ao Yulie and the other found Mu Yang's location; he was in a sealed room, engaged in a chaotic melee with an unknown object he had seen that day.

Around him were large numbers of corpses, and a few survivors hid in the corners.

The rest of those people had become the "battle losses" of the three.

No need to deliberately target; when Number Two and Number Three went on a killing spree, they made no distinction between targets,

even colliding with each other several times, leaving some white scratches on each other's bodies.

These scratches became the focus of Mu Yang's attention.

His speed needed to surpass that of Number Two and Number Three, his strength was even not inferior, but in terms of defensive power, he was much weaker.

His originally injured left arm was accidentally grazed by the black straight blade, injured again, and now had completely lost sensation.

In a short time, he could no longer move it, and it had become a burden.

He absolutely could not be hit by either side again; otherwise, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Fortunately, the current situation was a three-way battle; if Number Two and Number Three were to gang up on Mu Yang, he would likely already be in dire straits.

Now, there was no sign of defeat; Mu Yang continued to entangle with Number Two and Number Three, still maintaining a somewhat effortless posture.

"Are you deliberately wearing down these two?" After watching for a while, Zhu Bajie said.

The crack on Number Three's armor was already very obvious, especially at the chest.

According to Ao Yulie's explanation, this thing had a large heart as its vital point.

With Mu Yang's strength, he could completely seize the opportunity, step forward, and end Number Three's life with a single shot.

But Mu Yang did not do so; instead, he directed his attack focus onto Number Two.

Number Two was also not lightly injured; the armor on his left arm was almost completely shattered, revealing blurred flesh inside.

Even strange currents could be seen flashing intermittently.

However, the left arm was not a vital point, and Number Two still retained considerable combat power.

Nor was there an opportunity for a one-hit kill.

Mu Yang's purpose was clearly to let Number Three and Number Two suffer mutual destruction, inflict heavier damage on them, and then eliminate both at once.

The intelligence of Number Three and Number Two seemed somewhat inferior to that of Number One, and they had not discovered Mu Yang's plan.

They were slaughtering each other quite fiercely, or rather, the tendencies toward destruction and self-destruction were very obvious.

"Second Senior Brother, what is down there below them?"

Ao Yulie's eyes darted around, suddenly stopped, stared intently for a while before asking.

Zhu Bajie, who was observing the battle, heard Ao Yulie's words and shifted his gaze to the feet of Mu Yang and the others.

"Huh?"

After looking for a while, he let out a strange sound of confusion; beneath Mu Yang and the others' feet, there was a not-large space that was quite blurry.

It was like in a 1080P video, where one patch was 360P.

Compared to the clear surroundings, this place seemed to be covered with a mosaic and white mist, making it impossible to see what was inside.

Only barely could one see that there was a not-large object there, its outline extremely indistinct.

"Can't you see it either?" Ao Yulie asked.

He originally thought it was his own lack of skill; after all, the art of tou shi, the second senior brother was still stronger.

He hadn't expected that even the second senior brother couldn't see it clearly.

This is getting interesting.

"Can't see clearly." Zhu Bajie shook his head, "But that thing is related to the blood in the room that's decreasing."

Mu Yang, locked in fierce combat, didn't notice that in this seemingly sealed room, the original amount of blood had greatly diminished.

Even bones and flesh were strangely dissolving and disappearing on their own.

It seemed they were all gathering into that blurry mosaic beneath their feet.

"Could it be the Dragon Pearl?"

Ao Yulie slapped his hand down and said.

"What?"

"It's their battle energy, flesh and blood and such, being absorbed by the mosaic below, used to 'break the seal' or 'revive' and so on." Ao Yulie, as an idle dragon, had rich experience in postures.

All thanks to his daily thirst for various knowledge.

Books are the ladder for a dragon's progress.

"Possible, but what is it?" Zhu Bajie wondered, "Could it be some supreme pill refined by Laozi?"

"Let's wait and see." Ao Yulie said, "Maybe it'll jump out by itself later, see if Yang Jian can beat it, if not, then it's my turn as Prince Yulong to appear out of nowhere and save him from danger."

"Then I'll leave it to you later!" Zhu Bajie decisively patted Ao Yulie's shoulder.

Ao Yulie froze for a moment: "Wait, if I can't—"

"You can, believe in yourself."

As they spoke, the situation underfoot suddenly changed—Mu Yang's three-pronged two-edged blade pierced Number Three's chest, tearing open the great heart inside.

Immediately afterward, he pulled it out and stabbed toward Number Two.

In the flash of a strike and retreat, as swift as lightning, the severely wounded Number Two had no time to react.

But, in the howling sound of breaking air, the three-pronged two-edged blade, riddled with cracks, reached its limit under intense pressure and shattered directly.

The fragments fell on Number Two, instantly shattering its armor into countless holes, nearly completely destroyed.

Yet this blow was not enough to be fully fatal—at least it gave Number Two a chance to strike back.

The black straight blade slashed toward Mu Yang's head.

Some fragments of the three-pronged two-edged blade also hit Mu Yang, leaving several blood holes on his body.

His swaying, nearly collapsing body could neither dodge nor block Number Two's final blow before death.

"Not good!"

Zhu Bajie was about to act, but something moved faster than him.

In the sky, a burst of firelight flashed and vanished.

A stream of light broke through the firelight clouds, descended from heaven, swept past Zhu Bajie and the others before their eyes, and pierced the mountain.

It struck the black straight blade less than three centimeters from Mu Yang's head.

The black straight blade instantly turned into a pile of powder.

The radiant stream of light, its halo "touching" Number Two, instantly turned this towering iron-armored figure into a pile of black powder.

Finer than the bone ash of the Celestial Peak beings.

"What did Master throw down?" Ao Yulie looked up at the sky.

Unexpectedly, Tang Luo, while refining himself with the Six Ding Divine Fire, still had a free hand to throw something down.

"It's the Baolian Deng… no, now it's the 'Yang Chan Umbrella.'" Zhu Bajie said.

In the safe house, Mu Yang stared blankly at the light cluster before him, instinctively reaching out to grab it.

The halo vanished, and in his hand was an umbrella, looking like an oil-paper umbrella but actually neither stone nor jade.

Even the umbrella surface was soft with a hint of hardness.

Mu Yang looked at the umbrella in his hand and opened it.

Opening the umbrella surface revealed a splashed-ink landscape painting, depicting two silhouettes, one large and one small.

"I..."

Mu Yang clutched his forehead violently, countless fragmented scenes flooding wildly through his mind.

The scar on his forehead seemed to be throbbing, as if something was about to be born.

Golden radiance began to "seep out" from between his fingers.

His breath began to surge like tidal waves.

"Recovered?" Ao Yulie exclaimed in surprise, "Is this the power of a sister-con?"

Had I known it would be this easy to recover, I would have let Master throw the umbrella out earlier.