Chapter 64: First Battle of Black Flame

Feeling the chaos in the team, Zhu Lianfeng shouted: "Don't be chaotic! This is just an illusion array, used to isolate vision and hearing, there is no damage at all!"

"Boom!" Before the words fell, the earth fire erupted, and the sky thunder rumbled.

It was still an old friend, the array that pitted the Lingyun Gate in the ceremony, the Mysterious Gold Thunder Fire Passing Through the Nether Array!

Who said there was no damage! In an instant, screams sounded one after another, and many people ran around, and the situation was in a mess.

In fact, the damage was really not very high. It mainly relied on the earth fire here, but the earth fire on Danxia Mountain was not as strong as that in the secret realm, and it was not strong itself. It was okay to pit five people from the Lingyun Gate. Here, hundreds of people, and their cultivation was very high. If they were calm enough, they could work together to suppress the array like scratching an itch.

It was a pity that no matter how Zhu Lianfeng shouted, no one could hear it. In the ghost prison illusion array, they couldn't organize effective cooperation at all, and the sky thunder and earth fire stirred the situation into a mess, and the team fell apart in an instant.

Just as he was looking for a countermeasure, a cold sword light broke through the darkness, broke through the ghost prison, and went straight to the spiritual platform.

The blue-eyed white-haired woman behind the sword light was like a soul-hooking impermanence in this ghost prison.

Zhu Lianfeng was a third-rank Dao cultivator and decisively sacrificed a magic treasure, but it was a small golden bucket shape, which was suppressed towards Dugu Qingli’s head: "Break!"

This golden bucket could defile the opponent’s spiritual energy. Encountering it abruptly, the spiritual energy would mostly be scattered, the offensive would collapse, and it was extremely easy to use.

But Zhu Lianfeng was horrified to find that the light of this golden bucket could not shake the opponent at all, as if it were a glacier for ten thousand years, ancient and immovable.

"Clang!" The ice sword picked open the golden bucket. After all, the opponent was a third-rank powerhouse. Dugu Qingli’s body swayed slightly, her breath was exhausted, and she fell to the ground.

But at the moment when the ice sword and the golden bucket collided, Zhu Lianfeng had just suffered the counter-shock. On the other side, the purple light was flourishing. The violent sword energy roared past, as if the spirit of the mountains and rivers had condensed into a giant dragon, roaring in the nine heavens, domineeringly rushing to his flank unreasonably.

Zhu Lianfeng condensed a qi shield technique to block it, the qi shield shattered, and he was also rushed back more than ten feet. On that side, the ice sword came to his neck again, and everything around was ice crystals.

Ice Prison Cold Storm!

Fortunately, the most typical feature of the upper three ranks was that he was not just floating, but really able to fly!

Zhu Lianfeng rose into the clouds, avoiding this series of offensives, his heart was extremely heavy. These two fourth-rank sword cultivators were so strong...

A single one might not be his opponent, but joining forces was extremely difficult to deal with, not at all the complete crushing of the low-level as imagined. This place was also the opponent’s home court. I don't know what changes and sneak attacks there were. If he was not careful, he would have to fall into the hands of these two women!

If someone could help, it would be easy to handle...

Zhu Lianfeng confronted one blue and one purple sword, and in the midst of his busy schedule, he looked down.

The people brought by the Burning Incense Tower had scattered and fled, running around everywhere, and then one by one fell into the formation prepared by the Profound Heaven Sect disciples, catching fish.

After all, they were in the array of reincarnation judgment, and everyone couldn't see... The only one who could see was the third-rank alchemist Chang Qing who led the team.

But what was Chang Qing doing? A dignified third-rank, didn't play any role at all?

Zhu Lianfeng’s eyes swept back and forth, and finally found Chang Qing in a mess, almost vomiting blood.

Chang Qing sat cross-legged on the ground, chanting words. It looked like he was trying to break this array.

It was really an alchemist who had been in front of the alchemy furnace for a lifetime. This combat sense was simply speechless. On the surface, the first reaction was to break the array, which was not a problem, but the situation had changed. The sect master of the opponent had personally taken action and fought. As the only one who could see the situation and help, you actually stayed there to break the array!

Zhu Lianfeng was anxious: "Great Elder, the situation is already in a mess. Even if you break the array now, you can't save the chaotic situation! The only way to save it is to help me, take down Shen Tang, and everything will be settled!"

This distraction almost made him shaved by Shen Tang. Fortunately, Shen Tang was sitting in a wheelchair and it was inconvenient to pursue, otherwise he might be injured.

Chang Qing woke up like a dream, and soon ignited a talisman, and a fierce fire dragon rushed towards Shen Tang.

Although choosing this kind of range-based technique at this time was not very appropriate, Zhu Lianfeng was slightly relieved. It was good to help!

With a "whoosh", a figure flashed, and the fire dragon rushed firmly on the figure, burning the opponent to scream, and then rolled and wailed on the ground.

Chang Qing was shocked: "Cao Qiang, why is it you!"

The third-rank fire dragon talisman was actually eaten firmly by his own guardian.

Cao Qiang was furious and ate the third-rank fire dragon, rolling painfully on the ground, where did he have the strength to reply? The sound of the wheelchair came from the darkness, and a little Daoist boy pushed Lu Xingzhou to appear in front of Chang Qing: "As expected of the Great Elder of the Burning Incense Tower, the third-rank talisman is like not needing money..."

"Lu Xingzhou

Even if an alchemist can't fight, they shouldn't be humiliated by someone crossing so many cultivation realms to do it!

Even Zhu Lianfeng, who was dealing with the pincer attack from Shen Tang and Dugu Qingli, felt that Lu Xingzhou’s appearance was far too arrogant; he was practically throwing his life away...

Chang Qing didn't say a word and pulled out another third-grade talisman. Just as the talisman ignited, it suddenly hitched, as if about to extinguish, but then stubbornly continued to burn.

It was because Lu Xingzhou had activated a jade pendant.

The Huo family’s Spirit Jade of Forbidden Dharma disrupted the spiritual energy in the area. All low-third-grade Daoist arts would fail completely, and mid-third-grade ones would suffer interference, reducing their power. High-third-grade arts naturally remained unaffected, save for a momentary stutter.

A thought stirred in Chang Qing’s heart: "The Huo family’s Spirit Jade of Forbidden Dharma... are you truly from the Huo family..."

Before the words could finish, the Little Daoist moved like a ghost, suddenly appearing before Chang Qing and slamming a fist into him.

A momentary stutter in a technique is nothing to an experienced fighter, but Chang Qing had lost his ability to predict. Facing A Nuo’s advance, he didn't even know whether to continue channeling his talisman or switch to a defensive one.

Ultimately, the instinct for self-preservation won out, and Chang Qing quickly swapped to a Mirror Light Talisman to block in front of him.

Lu Xingzhou shook his white banner, and ten thousand ghosts emerged, swarming Chang Qing. Chang Qing didn't even know what use the Mirror Light Talisman he had just activated was, as a thousand resentful souls bypassed the mirror light and entangled his limbs.

A Nuo, however, didn't attack him at all. He stepped on the ground, refracting and rebounding. A pancake in his hand flickered and turned into a manhole cover, flying toward Zhu Lianfeng’s back like a frisbee.

Lu Xingzhou’s white banner split its forces into two paths; a trail of black flames, carrying a grinning ghost face, silently burned toward the soles of Zhu Lianfeng’s feet.

Zhu Lianfeng: "???"

He discovered that with a third-grade alchemist assisting him, he had inexplicably ended up being surrounded by four people.

The situation allowed for no hesitation. Zhu Lianfeng’s Daoist robe billowed, and with a "bang," he deflected the iron pancake frisbee behind him. A bronze mirror grew in the wind, barely holding off Shen Tang’s flying sword.

Dugu Qingli’s sword pierced down from above simultaneously. This was the most disgusting part; Shen Tang’s flying sword was merely powerful, but every strike from this stinky Bai Fa was not only sharp and lethal, but the cold wind and ice accompanying it always slowed one’s movements, even hindering the circulation of Qi and blood. Zhu Lianfeng decided to break this stinky Bai Fa first. A jade ruyi, his trump card, suddenly flew out and slammed heavily into the tip of Dugu Qingli’s sword.

As for the black fire burning from below, he couldn't even feel its temperature. Lu Xingzhou was just a low-grade Daoist cultivator; what kind of powerful might could he possibly have?

Zhu Lianfeng ignored it entirely. As a dignified third-grade Daoist cultivator, the mere vibration of his magic power should be enough to disperse this useless black fire.

"Bang!" Dugu Qingli let out a muffled groan, thrown back by the powerful magic treasure. At the same time, A Nuo and Shen Tang were also forced back.

Zhu Lianfeng, who had looked majestic fighting one against four, didn't even have time to feel proud for half a second before he let out an earth-shattering scream.

The black fire he had so carelessly ignored had not been dispersed by his casual vibration. It silently pierced through his magic power barrier, and in an instant, his shoes and feet were reduced to ash.

Zhu Lianfeng didn't even have the thought to explore what that hellish thing was; only one idea remained in his heart: Run!

If he didn't run now, he would never have the chance to run again!

"Whoosh!" A stream of light flashed as Zhu Lianfeng veered in mid-air, stumbling as he fled.

Shen Tang, Dugu Qingli, and A Nuo seemed to have known this would be the result; they didn't even glance at Zhu Lianfeng, and the next moment, all their offensives turned toward Chang Qing in unison.

From Lu Xingzhou releasing the resentful souls to entangle Chang Qing, to splitting off the black flames to burn Zhu Lianfeng, to Zhu Lianfeng screaming and fleeing after fighting one against four—the entire process happened in the blink of an eye.

If it were a cultivator with rich combat experience, they could have made many reactions in that blink of an eye, but unfortunately, Chang Qing was not one. He had just dealt with the entangling resentful souls when the situation on the field changed drastically, and the four people's attacks were already upon him...

Shen Qi, who was guarding Zhang Shaoyou and the others in the courtyard, smiled slightly: "Do you want me to let you out now?"

Zhang Shaoyou was silent.

Shen Qi said indifferently: "Being indecisive and playing both sides is meaningless... In the future, you will only ever be a fringe player. If you truly want a position in the new sect, you still need to provide a token of allegiance."

Zhang Shaoyou took a deep breath: "I understand."

There was no need for Shen Qi to release the sword array. Zhang Shaoyou slapped his sword scabbard, and a beam of sword light, like a shooting star chasing the moon, vanished in an instant in the direction of Zhu Lianfeng’s escape.

Almost at the same time, the effect of the Wheel Platform Judgment Array vanished, and the people from the Incense Burning Tower found they could see again. Sword light exploded in the sky. Everyone, including Chang Qing, looked up in shock, watching the familiar Dragon-Roaming Sword of the Second Protector, Zhang Shaoyou, pierce a hundred miles to strike into the back of the fleeing First Protector, Zhu Lianfeng.

The lingering echo of a scream came from the horizon, and a footless corpse, pierced through by sword Qi, slammed into the center of Xiazhoucheng.

Sheng Yuanyao, who had been sitting restlessly in the Demon Suppression Division, heard the sound of a heavy object falling. She hurried out to look and was stunned.

Isn't this the First Protector of the Incense Burning Tower, the dignified third-grade Daoist cultivator Zhu Lianfeng?

How did he die here?

Where are his feet?

On Danxia Mountain, Chang Qing shrieked hoarsely: "Zhang Shaoyou! I knew you people were ungrateful wolves that couldn't be tamed!"

Zhang Shaoyou jumped over the courtyard wall and punched Chang Qing in the face: "Screw your mother! I’ve finally seen it clearly. If you hadn't made us go into that sword array, and we had all left together, the Heaven-Walking Sword Sect would never have been our match! What Wheel Platform Judgment, what Earth Fire Thunder Array—if we had all been in the array, it wouldn't have worked at all and could have been broken in a blink! You bear the consequences of this outcome yourself. Even if the Incense Burning Tower is destroyed tomorrow, it will be destroyed at the hands of idiots like you. I’m done serving you!"

Chang Qing had already been struggling under the siege of the man and woman, and how could he block this sudden punch from Zhang Shaoyou? He was sent flying directly, spraying blood everywhere.

(End of this chapter)