Chapter 643

The place known as Yinglang is the most mysterious location in Wangliang Mountain.

No one can even clearly state where its location is.

It seems to be above Wangliang Mountain, yet it also seems to wrap around Wangliang Mountain like a layer of skin, or perhaps it is in another dimension, with only one two-world entrance connecting to Wangliang Mountain.

When Yinglang was first established, Wangliang was the absolute master of Wangliang Mountain, and Yinglang was also personally established and controlled by him; he could enter as he pleased, coming and going freely. But ever since the Ruyi Sword fled into Yinglang and rapidly occupied every corner of Yinglang with silver threads, this place has not been very friendly to Wangliang.

Although the Ruyi Sword soon fell into a deep slumber due to exhaustion and did not particularly seal off Yinglang, even allowing the Abyss Envoys to come and go and dividing them into little "rooms," it never again gave Wangliang a chance to gain a foothold.

Now that the Ruyi Sword has awakened, it still uses Yinglang as a bargaining chip to force Wangliang to share the benefits, and it hides within Yinglang itself, making it impossible for Wangliang to fathom its state.

Even Wangliang cannot help but be a bit more cautious and wary of the unknown. Therefore, it will not take the initiative to step into that unfathomable place, but if someone clears the path and takes the initiative to act as the vanguard, it would not mind following behind.

At this moment, the Dazai inadvertently punched through the connection point of Yinglang and was the first to enter; Wangliang was secretly delighted and naturally followed behind.

Destruction hesitated for a moment and did not immediately follow, spitting a golden light from the mouth of the Mask.

The golden light rushed toward the entrance but did not drill inside; instead, it stayed in front of the entrance, as if inlaying a golden border onto that entrance.

This is the Destruction Power, constantly destroying the entrance; with this ray of light obstructing it, there is no fear of the entrance healing automatically.

Having left a way back, it temporarily set this side aside and said in a calm tone, "Come out."

The wilderness was silent.

This shout was very loud, and Ling Baoyu and the others, who had already gathered their strength in the distance and were ready to strike, heard it too, thinking it was calling for them.

They hesitated for a moment. Feng Jianxia shook his head, indicating that they would not go over.

Now that they had gathered their strength and could launch a thunderous strike at any time, and now that a change had occurred involving the safety of Jinwu Dianxia, several people from Baiyujing wanted to use their strength to rescue Jinwu Dianxia; if they moved their formation without authorization by listening to someone else's command, what would happen if this strength dissipated?

Although it was Destruction who summoned...

Who is Destruction?

The people of Baiyujing came to rescue the Ruyi Sword, and of course, they also wanted to take revenge on Wangliang; they could even follow Tang Zhao's command and incidentally contribute to the great affairs of Yunzhou. But which number is Destruction? They hadn't heard that this was an ally.

Moreover, when it involves the Ruyi Sword, even Jinwu is not effective.

Because of past events, the people of Baiyujing currently have no good feelings toward Dongjun, let alone this Sword Deity, Jinwu.

However, Destruction did not pay attention to them, but instead said to another direction, "Come out, you've been watching here for a long time, haven't you? It's not that I didn't discover you, I just had no time to pay attention to you. Can I not recognize my own aura? Do you still need me to invite you out?"

At this time, a handsome young man slowly emerged from behind a nearby sand dune. As soon as he came out, he bowed and scraped, respectfully saying, "Greetings, Lord Destruction. This humble one is the Sun-Holding Envoy Zheng Yun. Although you have never seen this humble one, I have admired you for a long time; it is a great honor to see you today. Your Highness is truly peerless in elegance and dazzling."

Those who recognized him, such as Jiang Shenyi, were all surprised that he was actually here. However, Fu Xianchan, Wei Se, and a few other insiders were not surprised; since the cat had returned, he should have arrived as well.

Destruction was slightly surprised, as it had not enjoyed such straightforward flattery for a long time, and said, "Looking at your aura, it seems you have a connection with me?"

Zheng Yun immediately flattered, "Good eye! This humble one is indeed the Sun-Holding Envoy born for Jinwu, so you are naturally familiar with me. It is that this humble one has a fate with you."

Destruction gave a hum and said, "You are still carrying my power. Very good, take it out; I happen to have a use for it."

Wei Se's expression changed slightly, knowing it was referring to the Golden Crow power that had been hard-won from Caiyungui.

Zheng Yun apologized with a smile, "I don't understand this. I'm not carrying any power?"

Destruction gave a hum, and with a flash of light, a crow's cry suddenly came from Zheng Yun's body, and the shadow of a Jinwu appeared behind him.

Destruction shouted, "Lying to my face! If this isn't my power, what is it? Give it to me quickly! You came just in time; I am now at a critical moment in my struggle with Wangliang and need power. Once I eliminate Wangliang, I will record a merit for you."

Zheng Yun could not deny it and said with some difficulty, "But, this power is not for you. It is for Jinwu Dianxia."

The features on Destruction's Mask drooped slightly, its expression becoming cold and hard, and it said, "I am Jinwu. Where is that Jinwu you speak of? Why is it not showing itself at such a critical moment? When has it ever fought Wangliang? It is I who am fighting Wangliang! Whoever bears the responsibility should possess the power; this power should be mine!"

Zheng Yun's expression flickered, as if to say: I didn't see you dealing with Wangliang either? Didn't you just join forces with Wangliang a moment ago?

Seeing Zheng Yun hesitate, Destruction roared, "You, a Sun-Holding Envoy, born for me, are you also going to defy my orders?"

Zheng Yun trembled, but muttered in a low voice, "This... I dare not... I dare not resist, this is because I am timid, it does not mean that this power should belong to you. If... if it really belonged to you, I wouldn't have been able to lie to you just now. Since I could say it, and there was no backlash, it means... it means..."

He let go, and the phantom behind him suddenly turned into a little bird, which seemed to be a little crow, and flew out on its own.

"It means it doesn't belong to you!"

Destruction sneered, "Fool—"

It wasn't the real Jinwu, how fast could it fly? Destruction turned a ray of light into a large hand and grabbed toward the Little Golden Crow.

At this moment, Zheng Yun shouted, "Block it!"

Ling Baoyu's heart stirred, and she slashed with her hand—

The power accumulated behind her turned into a silver light and slashed over!

The silver light was dazzling, carrying the mighty power of a hundred people, and blocked the hand of Destruction.

That silver light was not just light; it could also transform its shape, instantly turning into a high wall like the Great Wall, completely blocking Destruction's power.

With this block, it dragged on for a moment, and the Jinwu had long since flown away.

Feng Jianxia looked at Ling Baoyu with some dissatisfaction, feeling that her decision to use the strength of the crowd alone was too rash. And who is this Zheng Yun? An unknown person, why can he order us to block for him?

Fortunately, Ling Baoyu was somewhat restrained and did not use all the power, only using the power of one or two hundred people, just a small portion. If she had really used all the power, this silver wall could have pressed back.

Destruction was stunned for a moment and said, "Silver... it's the Ruyi Sword... she is also blocking me..."

Suddenly, it became furious, and rays of golden-red light bloomed, like magma about to erupt.

The features of the Mask finally changed completely, turning into a ferocious, angry face: "Why? Why? I have been here for over a hundred years, risking my life to suppress disasters, and no one came to help me! It only appeared once, and now its whereabouts are unknown, yet so many people are rushing to help it?"

"This is simply unfair!"

"When have you ever treated me as Jinwu?!"

It roared, and black lines appeared on the golden Mask; the black lines crawled over the entire face in an instant, like a facial makeup.

There was a facial makeup on the Mask, looking like shattered cracks.

"Explode for me!"

Boom!

The immense power exploded completely! The violent light of Destruction swept in all directions!

All living things, who can escape?

Once Wangliang entered Yinglang, he realized that this place had become completely unrecognizable to him.

Previously, this place was primarily black, interspersed with silver threads, but now it had become a world of silver.

Strands of silver thread divided Yinglang into individual rooms; each room was wrapped in threads, and there were gaps between the threads that looked like exits, yet also like false portals created by visual illusions that were actually dead ends.

The vast Yinglang had already become an incomparably complex maze.

To move forward, one either had to find the way out or clash head-on with the Ruyi silver threads forming the walls, punching holes through them to force a path.

Dazai, who had entered a step earlier, was trapped and stood frozen before a gap in one of the rooms.

Wangliang followed him in, and seeing him stop, let out a cold sneer.

Although he had wanted him to scout the path, if he were at his wit's end, he would be a waste, and Wangliang would not mind finishing him off first.

Suddenly, Dazai's cloak shook, and countless human shadows erupted from beneath it.

It was the People Shadow again.

These shadows collided in all directions, drilling into every gap they saw; more than half drilled through and scattered into other maze cells. Upon reaching other cells, they did the same, constantly colliding and testing until they found an exit.

Good fellow... brute-force method!

While the number of forks in the Yinglang maze was countless, Dazai's People Shadow were also endless; as long as this maze did not truly lack an exit, he would sooner or later find it.

This was the advantage of computational power.

In but a moment, Dazai's heart settled, and he drilled toward one direction, appearing full of confidence.

Seeing this, Wangliang followed him like a shadow.

Sure enough, layers of silver threads flashed past before their eyes, and the maze turned into a thoroughfare.

Suddenly, someone shouted: "Thief, where are you going?"

A blurry shadow blocked their path; one could vaguely discern a young woman wearing a long silk skirt and a colorful ribbon shawl, her hair tied in a high bun, looking just like a celestial maiden.

Her Momentum was not weak, appearing to possess the strength of a powerful Sword Hero, only slightly weaker than Dazai in his normal state.

But she had encountered an extraordinary Dazai, not to mention that Wangliang was behind him.

Dazai did not look at her; with a wave of his hand, countless living people submerged her, and he continued walking along the path.

Wangliang, however, took an extra look at her, vaguely remembering that this woman was a confidante by Ruyi Sword's side, a figure like one of the two fierce generals alongside the original Manying. When Ruyi Sword came here, he brought two remnant souls; one had already transformed into the Abyss Envoy Manying, while this one had remained by his side. It stood to reason that if not for today's accident, this woman would also have been reincarnated in the form of an Abyss Envoy, right?

A pity; there would never be another chance.

The two great figures swept past her, and only then did a short figure rush over to pull her out. It was none other than a sunflower, Xiangyangzi.

The woman was uninjured, at most disturbed, appearing with disheveled hairpins and ornaments, quite disheveled, yet she could not spare the time to thank Xiangyangzi, trembling as she said: "Quickly, let us go save His Highness, His Highness is still..."

As she called out, Dazai and Wangliang finally followed the path scouted by the living people and arrived at the deepest part of Yinglang, the place where the countless silver threads originated.

A coffin sat there.