Chapter 345

In the past, Zhao Yi calling Li Zhuiyuan "Ancestor" was merely a teasing tone, but ever since Li Zhuiyuan inherited the last remnants of Zhao Wuyang's soul, it had truly become a teasing with legal validity.

Every time one chooses a side, it is a new round of interest-based decision-making.

When interests and sentiments are placed on the two ends of a scale, it is undoubtedly a test of human nature.

Zhao Yi is happy.

He values the bit of sentiment accumulated with the Li-surnamed one, and at the same time, the Li-surnamed one is never stingy when it comes to interests.

Between the Young Master Lu of the Four Profound Sects and Li Zhuiyuan, how exactly should one choose?

To hesitate for even a second longer is a disrespect to the seams of one's own Life-and-Death Gate!

Liang Yan's soft sword emitted a sound of piercing through the air, and Liang Li's dagger caused a visual distortion due to the high temperature; the two descended simultaneously and swiftly.

The four people from the Four Profound Sects all sensed a strong, life-and-death crisis at this moment.

After all, they were a "lamp-lighting" team forged from the major powers of the Jianghu; if it were any other team, all they could do at this time would be to stretch their necks and await slaughter, yet they were still able to struggle, interpreting what is meant by "foundation."

"Crack."

The night-luminescent pearl in Lu Xuan's hand instantly developed numerous cracks, and wisps of white light were released at high speed, binding him and the three people around him together.

The white light turned reddish, which was because the four people's vital essence was being sucked out and gathered entirely onto the cracked night-luminescent pearl.

In an instant, a phantom resembling a Black Tortoise enveloped the four.

With the formation as the bone, Feng Shui as the flesh, destiny as the blood, and puppets as the skin, the inheritors of the four great families of the Four Profound Sects, using the night-luminescent pearl as a foundation, forcibly cast a secret technique; more accurately, this should be a form of sacrifice.

Liang Yan's soft sword slashed onto the turtle shell, and a sword mark appeared on the chests of all four people below, as if clawed across, dripping with blood; Liang Li's dagger stabbed out at high frequency, and blood holes appeared one after another on the bodies of the four below.

The Liang sisters did not hold back any strength this time, yet what should have been fatal wounds became non-lethal.

Seeing this, Zhao Yi forcibly stopped his own downward momentum, allowing his body to gain a slightly more lasting, brief suspension in mid-air, while simultaneously forcibly raising the killing move he had already prepared by another level.

This act was a huge burden for him, but he knew that even if he went down now, he would be the same as the Liang sisters—his attacks would only land on the turtle shell, merely opening up some terrifying-looking wounds on those four people.

He was unwilling to accept this result; he would rather wait a little longer, wait for the Li-surnamed one to help him tear open another tiny gap.

And at this moment, the Black Tortoise's head had a tendency to rise, its breath contained in its mouth, about to erupt.

Once it sprayed out into the sky, it would replicate the scene above the museum yesterday, and all the senior Feng Shui practitioners in the Luoyang region would be able to sense it.

A dead end, yet it was actually brought back to life by the four of them.

As long as they withstood this round, they could reorganize, regain clarity, take their respective positions, and organize a new three-dimensional defense; at the same time, the signal had already been sent, waiting for others to arrive.

By then, although they could not achieve the goal of coming to eat alone tonight, the ones who would die would no longer be them.

The formation flag in Li Zhuiyuan's right palm split open, the Black Flood Dragon spirit swam again, and behind the youth, a deep, pitch-black gate emerged.

Chen Xiyuan, who was already standing behind the youth, turned her head; she could sense that this gate was extraordinary—it was merely a simple projection, yet it gave her an ice-cold, bone-chilling feeling.

But even though she was from the Long Wang Gate and had broad knowledge, she still failed to recognize that this was the Ghost Gate of Fengdu Hell.

Because normal people simply wouldn't think in that direction.

How could the Ghost Gate of the Great Emperor of Fengdu possibly appear anywhere else in the human world?

Li Zhuiyuan raised his right hand, knelt on one knee, and slammed his right palm into the ground in front of him.

The cumulatively added load finally exceeded the youth's tolerance point at this moment.

Two streams of blood flowed from the corners of Li Zhuiyuan's eyes.

【Twelve Decrees of Fengdu—Four Ghosts Raise the Sedan.】

What is being gambled is the critical moment; what is being sought is the perfect opportunity for a kill.

When the opponent suddenly raises the stakes, you must also immediately press new chips on, so that the predetermined result does not change.

Four eerie pressures struck, and the souls of the four seemed to be clamped by invisible chains, being violently dragged downward.

"Thump!"

Among the four who were originally standing, except for Lu Xuan who was unable to move due to the control of the giant eye, the other three all knelt down.

The Black Tortoise phantom above them had its upward-looking motion noticeably stall, and a split and breach appeared on the turtle shell.

Zhao Yi, had come down.

His figure was like a swimming flood dragon, cutting through the breach to enter.

His right hand had long been covered by black flood dragon skin; because he had been storing power for too long, the flesh and skin on it had cracked, like "knife wounds" frozen out in the dead of winter.

Fortunately, he had finally waited for this second opportunity; the Li-surnamed one had never disappointed anyone in this regard.

To capture the bandits, first capture the king; in team battles, first kill the opponent's formation master.

Especially since the night-luminescent pearl in this guy's right hand actually had a crack!

Truly heinous; stealing someone else's things was already wrong, yet when the rightful owner came to retrieve them, he actually dared to destroy them in front of my Brother Xiaoyuan?

Zhao Yi's flood dragon claw slapped onto Brother Lu's head.

"Slap!"

The good brother's head exploded directly, looking exactly like the watermelon specially brought to be cracked open for celebration on the day of their sworn brotherhood.

Even so, Zhao Yi still felt it wasn't safe enough; his claw's momentum didn't diminish, and he continued to dig deeper from the neck.

Formation masters often have poor physiques, which is why they need teammates to protect them layer by layer, but this time, Zhao Yi was treating Brother Lu, this formation master, like he was treating Runsheng.

The flood dragon claw slid into the chest, the chest exploded, and continuing downward, Lu Xuan's entire body was cut into two halves.

Zhao Yi made a fist with his other hand and swung it with all his might toward the front, the fierce force giving these corpse pieces a "rain and dew for all" treatment.

"Boom!"

The good brother was thoroughly stirred into slag.

Once Lu Xuan died, the Black Tortoise phantom above collapsed, the other three all suffered backlash, and then, as if by tacit agreement, they each fled.

Once the one who lit the lamp died, their generation's Jianghu travels could be considered over.

At this point, staying alive was the priority.

This was also because Zhao Yi was too focused on taking care of Lu Xuan, obsessed with killing the opponent thoroughly, and didn't have time to make a move on the other three; otherwise, he could have at least smashed one or two more heads along the way.

It was still not too late to make up for it, but Zhao Yi didn't do so.

He stood where he was, reached out both hands, and two black flood dragon phantom claws extended, restraining the night-luminescent pearl and the purple-gold compass that were about to fall from the air, and retracted them into his palms.

The night-luminescent pearl was full of cracks; even though the sacrificial secret technique had been interrupted, this cracking had not stopped.

This was unavoidable; this thing should possess some kind of spirituality and would trigger an active defense of its master when the master encountered a life-and-death crisis; wanting to obtain it intact was inherently extremely difficult.

Fortunately, this purple-gold compass was intact.

As soon as it was in his hand, the cold and stern touch seemed to be declaring its extraordinariness.

A smile appeared on the corner of Zhao Yi's mouth.

The Li-surnamed one's handmade little compass could finally be replaced.

That damn little compass was simply anti-human to use; every time, one had to calculate and calibrate the error back to normal by oneself.

Although Zhao Yi was busy counting the harvest and helping his good brother with an air-burial,

the three who escaped didn't manage to escape much distance either.

The Liang sisters' second round of attacks arrived, and Runsheng, Tan Wenbin, and Lin Shu You were all bound by red threads to the youth, having long ago spread out to the periphery.

Serious injuries, sacrificial backlash, and the fact that Lu Xuan was already dead, caused them, who could only exert their advantages through cooperation, to fall into a state of scattered sand.

The Liang sisters cooperated tacitly, and Runsheng's trio formed a formation to suppress them; very quickly, without paying much of a price, they slaughtered the remaining three.

Chen Xiyuan's red lips parted slightly; she couldn't quite believe her eyes.

A killing trap aimed at her was actually broken just like this?

What had just happened made this young girl, who had always walked the rivers and stepped on the waves in a forceful manner, feel very unfamiliar and... novel.

In the past, it wasn't as if the elders in her family hadn't lectured her, and she wasn't a Long Wang family young lady who didn't touch the spring water with her ten fingers.

When she first started "walking the river" to light the lamp, she had also been anxious and fearful, but until she discovered that those evil spirits that needed to be suppressed by her and those competitors who revealed intentions to make a move on her all became lambs for the slaughter within her domain, she also fell into a kind of inertia.

The journey had been too smooth; she understood all the principles and could speak of them eloquently, yet her gaze remained as clear and pure as that of Li Zhuiyuan's university classmates.

Her classmates had yet to leave their ivory tower, while she had been carrying the ivory tower on her back the entire time.

Unlike the brutal scenes created by Zhao Yi's side, the scene here with Guarding Zhenjun Bai He appeared much more refined; he examined every corpse, twitching his nose in the air to check for any lingering remnants of souls.

It turned out there really were some, and not just one; all three individuals had almost tacitly chosen to do so.

One hid their remnant soul in a thumb-sized doll, one in a scroll carried on their person, and the third hid it within their own eyes.

The opponent in the final battle was Guarding Zhenjun Bai He himself, and even then, he had sensed something was wrong; the guy seemed to be deliberately trying to smash his own head against his golden mace.

Looking back on it now, it turns out the guy wanted him to smash his eyeballs out to achieve better concealment, but he hadn't expected that Brother Xiaoyuan had given orders to keep the bodies as intact as possible when killing them, so that they could be searched for items.

The doll was slipped onto the tip of Guarding Zhenjun Bai He's finger and held beneath his nose; after a fierce inhalation, a tattered human face was extracted from within and drawn into Guarding Zhenjun Bai He's nasal cavity.