Chapter 470

Since entering this wave, Li Zhuiyuan had been avoiding letting A Li formally take action.

One reason was that truly utilizing the power of the blood porcelain bottle was a great drain on A Li; the second was that there was no realistic necessity to do so.

In some occasional situations, A Li summoning a blood hand from the blood porcelain bottle was enough to handle it.

But before Li Zhuiyuan sat down in front of Sun Qinghua, the last person he looked at was A Li.

This was the entrusting of one's back.

Leaving A Li in the formation was not to ensure A Li's safety, but because Li Zhuiyuan needed A Li by his side to ensure his own safety.

When the pieced-together three-colored tumor humanoid appeared before the formation, it was indeed thanks to A Li taking action at a critical moment that the situation, which was on the verge of collapse, was stabilized.

However, A Li's true advantage was not summoning existences like the General that were suitable for close-quarters combat, but rather those evil spirits that possessed special abilities.

But for now, they could only handle the emergency first.

Tan Wenbin, who was responsible for battlefield coordination and also using his own abilities to provide help to the forward defensive line, turned his head to look at the girl.

Brother Xiaoyuan was currently using a secret technique, and the red line connection between the people in the team had long since been severed.

The girl ignored Tan Wenbin's gaze.

Well, at this moment, ignoring was better than acknowledging.

Tan Wenbin withdrew his gaze and reported to the front line:

"The rear is fine, continue to hold on. The crazier they are, the closer we are to success!"

A Li's gaze continued to lock onto the three-colored tumor humanoid that had been knocked flying; the opponent was still within the danger zone, and a single sprint could break into the formation.

Moreover, they could not just passively defend; even if this tumor could not charge in here, if it turned back to attack the rear of the defensive line, it could also lead to the collapse of the already precarious defensive line.

A Li did not speak, but the girl who could play many blind chess games with the young man for a long time and maintain an absolute win rate did not lack vision or perspective.

The General took the initiative to charge out, quickly reaching the front of the tumor, extending its arms forward, with sharp blood porcelain fingernails clearing the way, piercing through the tumor's body.

The tumor humanoid had a massive physique; even the General's image was like a young child in front of it.

Fortunately, this three-colored tumor was pieced together by those three tumor humanoids that were not good at close combat, which made its close-combat ability relatively weak.

A Li formed seals with both hands.

The yin wind blew up the girl's clothes and even more so scattered the girl's hair.

Streaks of dragon shadows condensed from yin energy circled around the girl, and in this way, she completed the most precise control over the General.

The General was sealed by the corpse driver's death burial, and the two were almost fused; and what the corpse driver was actually best at was not driving corpses, but controlling corpses.

"Pfft..."

After tearing open a crack in the tumor with its fingernails, the General crashed into the tumor's body, stomped one foot down, stretched its arms, and turned its own body into a "corpse-driving pole," treating this massive three-colored tumor humanoid as the corpse it needed to drive.

A Li brought her index and middle fingers of both hands together, crossed her wrists in front of her body, and pressed her fingertips downward.

"Hum."

The General's figure pressed down, intending to use its body as a nail to pin this tumor down.

The three-colored tumor humanoid resisted, wanting to break free.

A Li's fingertips could not press down successfully, and her wrists trembled violently.

In the stalemate, more and more blood spilled from the corners of the girl's mouth.

However, from beginning to end, the girl did not have the slightest change in expression; there was no ferocity, no pain, only calmness.

So calm that when her body could not withstand this tug-of-war consumption, causing her blood to flow backward and she spat out a mouthful of blood, this mouthful of blood was also sucked and condensed onto the girl's hands at the first moment, stimulating a further level of spell effect.

Finally,

The girl's wrists successfully pressed down, and her fingertips were vertical and facing downward.

"Boom!"

The General landed and took root!

No matter how the three-colored tumor humanoid tried, it could not break free from the General inside its body.

The spell was still continuing, and the General transformed from the blood porcelain bottle still needed her control, but compared to before, it was a little easier.

At least, before her energy was exhausted, that three-colored tumor humanoid could not break free.

Luo Xiaoyu, who witnessed all of this, swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

Even if that three-colored tumor humanoid could not compare to those fierce ones that charged the defensive line earlier, it was still a bottom-line existence here.

Most importantly, the people intercepting in the front could only block them through a bloody battle of trading injuries for time, yet this girl, by her own strength, suppressed a tumor.

Even if this tumor's injuries could recover at any time, if it couldn't break free, it was meaningless at this moment.

Luo Xiaoyu did not dare to try to imagine if he could do it; if it were him, when he met that tumor earlier, he would have already become a puddle of meat paste.

At this moment, the heart that had long been smooth and reached its goal was once again filled with intense jealousy.

Why was it that when he was biding his time, his senior sister thought he had no future and went to find his senior brother, and his junior sister felt he couldn't be relied upon and went to find his junior brother;

When that person was biding his time, there was a little girl of the same age who was unimaginably beautiful following him.

It's all youth, damn it, why is the gap between mine and yours so big!

Jealousy is not entirely derogatory; it depends on how you guide it.

The intense fire of jealousy at this moment turned into a raging fighting spirit, stimulating Luo Xiaoyu's potential.

Black and white chess pieces in front of Luo Xiaoyu each rose with black mist and white smoke; the landing of each piece was both the formation of a battle array and the shaping of feng shui.

At this moment, he formally stepped into the level of feng shui formation entry.

The formation that was originally lacking follow-up strength was consolidated in an instant, and Zhu Yiwen and a group of formation masters felt the burden on their bodies lighten.

And Luo Xiaoyu himself continued to crazily drop pieces, fighting to a draw with the tumor wearing Confucian robes opposite him.

A whole youth of dormancy, at the critical moment, met that head of the Two Dragon King Sect; Luo Xiaoyu held his ground.

Not only did the heart of the formation not collapse, but he also took advantage of the situation to complete the final deep squat and energy accumulation before jumping.

This amazing feat, even if it couldn't amaze others, illuminated himself more brilliantly.

A bitter taste rose in Zhu Yiwen's mouth, half because he saw others breaking through before the formation, and half because the corpse poison was spreading onto his tongue.

He had no heart to compare with that person, but he could not accept that he still had to be worse than others.

But this kind of understanding of the Dao of formations was not something you could have just because you wanted to; Zhu Yiwen admitted that Luo Xiaoyu's accumulation of formation attainments was much deeper than his.

However, a person is like their stomach.

A guy like him who deviated from the norm had also suffered ridicule and cold eyes since he was a child in the family, and the easiest thing was to take a side path.

Zhu Yiwen no longer suppressed the corpse poison in his body, but let it explode to his heart's content.

The tips of his ten fingers turned black, and a greenish-blue color appeared on his face.

With Luo Xiaoyu presiding over the grand formation, Zhu Yiwen broke away from the formation maintenance, rose in one step, stood before the formation, unfolded his folding fan, and said:

"Brother Luo, help me spread the prohibition out!"

Luo Xiaoyu did not speak, but dropped extra pieces to pave the way for Zhu Yiwen.

Zhu Yiwen waved his folding fan, and in front of that Confucian-robed tumor humanoid, several formations appeared one after another.

This formation was simple, and the opponent broke it as soon as they raised their hand.

Then, several more formations were set up, and continued to be broken.

In a duel between high-level formation masters, this kind of low-level formation could not affect the situation at all.

But after more and more of these small formations were broken, strange formation patterns actually spread out on the Confucian-robed tumor humanoid; it had tried, but could not disperse them.

The tumor itself was an evil spirit, and this corpse energy was the most suitable attached bone gangrene for it.

Zhu Yiwen's lips turned purple, his teeth were black, his eyes sparked with greenish-blue ghostly light, but there was a smile on his face.

This wave, he was paying the price of overdrawing his body and future, forcefully pretending!

After the corpse poison seeped into his body, he didn't care about the influence anymore, only seeking to have fun while in the mood.

After the formation patterns appeared on the Confucian-robed tumor humanoid, it had a huge influence on it, and its subsequent operation of the formation was completely deformed.

Luo Xiaoyu took the opportunity to drop pieces heavily one after another, first resolving the opponent's offensive against their own formation, then breaking open the opponent's own defense, and the last piece slammed heavily onto the opponent.

"Clap!"

The Confucian-robed tumor's body collapsed by half.

If he dropped another piece, he could make its body collapse, but Luo Xiaoyu did not do so, because even if he completely blew up the opponent, it could recover immediately, and instead, it would help the opponent eliminate the prohibition Zhu Yiwen had placed on it.

Luo Xiaoyu, who had extracted his energy, immediately began to cooperate with Mu Qiuying and Tao Zhuming to deal with the other two tumors; Zhu Yiwen's folding fan fanned continuously, not stopping, continuing to follow up.

Luo Xiaoyu glanced at him and reminded: "If you don't stop now, you're going to suffer a big loss."

At this moment, corpse spots had already appeared on Zhu Yiwen's face.

Some injuries, even if they could be restored with merit, what was restored might be a living corpse, turning oneself into an evil spirit, almost cutting off one's own path to continue moving forward.

Zhu Yiwen: "Shut up, don't disturb your Master Wen's interest!"

Luo Xiaoyu laughed.

Yeah, who else was suppressed by that person during their youth besides him.

Mu Qiuying let out a long sigh of relief in her heart; earlier, her obsession was let go, and at this moment, after witnessing A Li successfully suppress a tumor, a new direction had been determined.

When she was a child, facing the ancestral tablets at home and listening to the older generation tell stories of their ancestors, she had also been puzzled why their ancestors were so powerful, yet they still had to worship the Liu family as the Dragon King and not light their own lamps.

Because the ancestors were also proud people who met objects they truly admired and were willing to follow.

The ten fingers playing the zither had long since cracked, but Mu Qiuying's zither sound became more and more high-pitched; the skin and flesh on her body were constantly cut by the overflowing sharpness, making her whole person look like she was being disfigured, but she remained unmoved and continued to raise the rhyme.

She did not break through before the formation, nor did she have any side paths to take; what she could pick up was only the persistent watching of generations of ancestors.

Luo Xiaoyu helped with the formation, Zhu Yiwen cooperated with the prohibition, and the zither sound immediately became solid and strange.

Mu Qiuying's hands, with white bones showing through the flesh, inserted into the zither, then pulled the zither strings down, then pulled them all to wrap around her neck, and finally spread her hands open.

Pieces of flesh and blood constantly fell off her body.

Black patterns first appeared on the tumor humanoid wearing Daoist robes, and then it was bound by invisible threads one by one; no matter how it resisted, its throat was still hoarse, and that ghostly howling sound had to stop because of this.

Tao Zhuming raised his chin.

At the very beginning, he had kept a small half of his attention on Ling Wuxing.

Runsheng and Lin Shu You could single-handedly fight a tumor humanoid; Tao Zhuming could understand this. Without this team strength, that young head of the Two Sects would not be qualified to let everyone set up a stage for him.

But you, Ling Wuxing, why can you also single-handedly fight?

Although this was a fake single-handed fight, trading injuries from the beginning, and Tan Wenbin had arranged early on to come help him after Runsheng's side had built up momentum, this still couldn't erase the fact that Ling Wuxing was an existence half a level above everyone except those two!

Especially since Ling Wuxing did not take the pure martial artist route; the Ling family's thunder method combined with body refining was more inclined toward dual cultivation of technique and body, pursuing ultimate explosive power.

But no matter how strong the explosive power was, it was meaningless in the face of this kind of immortal monster tumor.

But when did you, Ling Wuxing, quietly become so persistent?

Everyone came out of the Dragon King Sect; it was normal for you, Ling Wuxing, to be one step higher than other peers, but leading me by half a body length was very unreasonable!

Tao Zhuming did not know that Ling Wuxing had obtained good things from Li Zhuiyuan.

He did not believe that there was anyone in this world who could improve the Dragon King family's secret techniques just by taking a simple look and pondering.

Before Ling Wuxing saw that notebook, he didn't believe it either.

Moreover, he had been brotherly enough, repeatedly hinting to Tao Zhuming several times to "do more work."

Mainly because this matter couldn't be stated clearly, because the improvement of any family's cultivation secret technique was extremely rare and precious; he couldn't publicize it to be generous with others' things.

In short, the unbalanced anger in Tao Zhuming's heart had been accumulated for a long time.

The three next door, Luo Xiaoyu, Zhu Yiwen, and Mu Qiuying, appeared one after another with rising momentum, completing the suppression of their respective opponents.

Looking at it, they were about to come and help him next.

I, the successor of the Dragon King Tao family, need you to help?

Tao Zhuming spread his hands, looking at the imperial-robed tumor humanoid in the distance that had been bombarding him with techniques.

"Essence and blood as a seal, suppress the body!"

Tao Zhuming's eye sockets were sunken, and essence and blood from his whole body overflowed, gathering into the square seal in his hand.

"Living soul as a seal, suppress the spirit!"

Tao Zhuming's expression was listless, and his aura was weak.

"Common people as a seal, suppress the Dao!"

Luo Xiaoyu was preparing to set up a formation to cooperate, but the hand he had just raised was crushed by the aura leaking from the opponent's square seal.

Zhu Yiwen ground his teeth, which were already becoming sharp: Pretty good, I'm not the only one going crazy.

Tao Zhuming sacrificed the square seal in his hand, rushing straight toward that imperial-robed tumor with an unstoppable momentum.

The imperial-robed tumor released streaks of ghostly faces, all of which were pierced and shattered by the square seal, and the ghost fire contained in the mouths of the ghostly faces was also rolled back.

"Bang!"

The imperial-robed tumor's body was smashed open from the middle.

Tao Zhuming's right thumb pressed against his own brow center, his brow center cracked, and then he sat cross-legged, turning himself into an axis, intending to suppress that imperial-robed tumor with the square seal.

But his own center of gravity was downward, but he only went down halfway; the imperial-robed tumor's resistance made his suppression fail to succeed for a long time.

Tao Zhuming was very anxious inside; he knew that if he didn't succeed, there would be no reason to stop others from coming to help him.

No, can't let others help.

That girl could suppress a tumor by herself; I, Tao Zhuming, can too!

"Hiss!"

His upper garment split open, revealing the three square seal marks on his chest.

These three seals were held by three Dragon Kings in the history of the Tao family; when Tao family disciples opened their wisdom, they would be carried by the Dragon King seals under the leadership of clan elders; those who could leave a seal mark had excellent aptitude.

When Tao Zhuming opened his wisdom, he carried three seals in one breath, which directly established his strong position in the competition of the Tao family's generation.

At this moment, the three seal marks were stimulated, left his body, and crashed into that imperial-robed tumor one after another.

"Dong!"

Tao Zhuming landed successfully and suppressed the imperial-robed tumor successfully!

But it could be seen that his suppression was very reluctant; his body was constantly trembling, as if sitting on a volcano, and he would be erupted and pushed away at any time.

Tao Zhuming looked at A Li with the corner of his eye with difficulty.

"Pfft!"

A Li's left hand was still constantly forming seals, and her right hand reached into the outer pocket of the mountaineering bag behind her back, where a can of Jianlibao was clipped, and she opened the pull-tab.

The straw was also placed in this side pocket; she first pulled it out, then inserted it into the drink can, then took the Jianlibao out of the side pocket, sent it to her front, opened her mouth, and bit the straw.

Tao Zhuming: "..."

On the formation circle side, they had each completed the suppression of their opponents.

But this suppression could not last long; this was exchanged by playing their own trump cards.

If they were allowed to break away from this environment and stand from a third-party perspective, they would all feel that this was a stupid act, because this was equivalent to cutting off their own retreat.

Once things didn't go smoothly below, they, who were already severely overdrawn, might not even be able to escape in time, and this behavior was no less than exposing their soft abdomen to the competitors around them.

The reason why they were so impulsive, besides the hot blood going to their heads, was also because Li Zhuiyuan was setting rules in the wolf pack to provide a bottom line.

For them, losing was not terrible, and dying was not terrible; losing and dying in a stifled way was the most unacceptable.

The rear had already completed its duties and tasks; now it depended on the front line.

When the tumor humanoids boiled up, if they wanted to block them, they really couldn't continue to consider hiding their clumsiness.

Monk Misheng's Zen staff was full of pus; at this moment, golden blood flowed from the left side of his body, like a golden Buddha in the world; black energy overflowed from the right side, like a demon born.

The monk was the main force, bearing the main blocking and output, and the lamp-lighters cooperating around him also disregarded everything, helping him share the pressure and provide a breathing opportunity.

Luo Yang's palm technique was superb; his younger sister, who was originally carried on his back, was constantly thrown out, circled the tumor several times, and then fell back onto her brother's back to borrow strength again.

The brother's palm energy was guided by the sister, and the siblings joined forces, as if countless palm prints were constantly applied to this tumor, forming a prison to trap it.

The siblings' cooperation was simple and unadorned, quite like a heavy sword without a sharp edge; however, the two's palm shadows had changed from yellow to white and then to red; this was consuming their vitality.

Feng Xionglin: "Brother Xu, come on, don't be polite!"

Xu Mofan was not polite.

After Feng Xionglin hammered his chest with both fists, he suddenly stretched his arms, and Xu Mofan's spear tip pierced in and circled, picking out Feng Xionglin's human tendons, and then quickly approached the tumor humanoid with his movement technique.

Ignoring the opponent's sword energy washing over his body, Xu Mofan focused on dancing the spear shadows; after pulling away a distance again, Feng Xionglin's tendons were tied together with this tumor humanoid.

Xu Mofan lowered his head, covered his chest, his body swayed, and then he immediately raised his spear again, pulling the spear line again.

"Ah ah ah!"

Feng Xionglin constantly let out angry roars, moving along with Xu Mofan's movement technique; the two, in this literal bloody way, locked the tumor humanoid in the middle, unable to move.

"Boom!"

Runsheng blasted the tumor in front of him away with one punch, turned to the other side, Ling Wuxing ended the entanglement there, and changed sides with Runsheng.

Compared to Runsheng purely coming to help at the beginning, Ling Wuxing now integrated in a more compatible way; Runsheng was the main attacker, and he was the main restrainer; when Runsheng smashed one, he went to entangle the other; the two joined forces and blocked two tumors.

If it were in the past, the Qin family would like this kind of fierce battle most, but the opponent faced this time could recover no matter how many times they were smashed, and the Qin family couldn't hold on either.

The nine evil dragon shadows on Runsheng's body were already blurred and dissipated; Ling Wuxing was much more miserable; he could even smell the scorching smell of his bones being electrocuted.

Every time Lin Shu You charged up, he would smash part of the tumor's body in front of him, and he would also be injured himself, then retreat, and charge again.

A You wanted to free his hands to roam and support, but he was fixed here to match up; even if the sacrifice on the hell side was still continuing, with the aggravation of injuries, his speed and strength could only follow and slide down.

This kind of interception was really too unfair; if the opponent only had three lives, or even if the life count doubled, their side would have won long ago; as a result, they all had to rely on burning their own lives to block.

The only exception was Wang Lin.

The little fatty asked for support while fighting.

Not to mention that Tan Wenbin had no support to mobilize, even if he did, he would never send an attendant to him, because he still had the energy to shout for support.

At present, both the front and rear defensive lines were stabilized by the collective explosion of their bottom-of-the-box cards, but this situation obviously could not last long.

Even Tan Wenbin had to admit that this time, everyone had done their best to win time for Brother Xiaoyuan.

On the river, being able to see such a scene of "everyone working together" could be called an unbelievable miracle.

But if Brother Xiaoyuan couldn't succeed in time, the ending waiting for everyone would be a basic group annihilation; except for a very few people, most people wouldn't even have the basic state of escaping when the small hell revived.

Tan Wenbin: "Hold on a little longer, we're about to win!"

After shouting this sentence, the rest of Tan Wenbin's spirit beasts fell asleep due to extreme overdrawing; he simply threw out his rusty sword, and the power of the blood ape burned on his body.

There was no reserve team, and no energy left to mobilize; the commander also went up himself.

A Li finished the drink in her hand and threw it to the ground.

The girl only collected the boy's share.

She reached out and touched the Jianlibao in the other outer pocket of the mountaineering bag, neither opening nor taking it out; that was left for the boy later.

A Li's left-hand seal-forming did not stop; after the drink was finished, the sweetness in her throat became heavier and heavier; that was the taste of her own blood.

Mu Qiuying could no longer hold on; her appearance now looked a bit unlike a human, like white meat placed on a plate and sliced off slice by slice.

The girl turned her head and looked at her.

Mu Qiuying's originally scattered gaze re-condensed.

The girl's surname was Qin, but she was the granddaughter of Old Lady Liu, and the bloodline of the Liu family also flowed in her body.

Mu Qiuying knew that if the Liu family had not encountered changes and declined, and the girl had lit her own lamp to walk the river, she would have had a great chance to become her attendant.

The girl looked at Zhu Yiwen again; Zhu Yiwen was already spitting out corpse energy, his lips could no longer wrap around his two fangs, but after sensing the girl's gaze, he straightened his chest again, and a low roar close to a zombie came from his throat.

A Li looked at Luo Xiaoyu.

Luo Xiaoyu was still dropping pieces, but his chessboard had cracked, and the black and white intertwined colors on the pieces gradually presented a deathly aura. ===== CHAPTER 471 =====