Chapter 365

"Are you still okay!"

An Ziyang threw out the last handful of poison needles, shooting down the Wu Lin people chasing to his side, and asked urgently.

"I can!"

Mei Qinghe pierced a skull with her sword, kicked the corpse's chest, pulled out her long sword, and said while gasping for breath.

She had already gotten off An Ziyang's back and was fighting alongside him.

The two had been circling for an hour.

The hidden weapons, mechanisms, and Gu insects An Ziyang carried had been exhausted, and while Mei Qinghe's long sword was of extraordinary material and could still be used, the edge had been worn down by bone and fascia, making it increasingly difficult to hack and slash.

But they had no chance to rest.

"They caught up! Go!"

An Ziyang glanced at the Wu Lin people who had jumped onto the roof, shouted, and pulled his hand.

"Ah! "

A series of wails; the Wu Lin people's figures suddenly dropped a notch, and more than ten severed legs were neatly arranged on the eaves, while more than ten people fell onto the roof, crawling around in all directions.

An Ziyang raised his hand to retract the silk threads and jumped off the eaves with Mei Qinghe.

The next moment, dozens more people flipped onto the roof.

"Where did they go!"

A man with severed legs endured the intense pain and pointed.

"Over there... Brother Zhou, save me."

"Next time for sure."

The crowd roared away.

An Ziyang curled his lips in front.

"Before, we could still disperse some people, but now they don't even bother with surface appearances... Sister Mei, we'll be caught up in another stick of incense time."

Mei Qinghe shook her head.

"Faster than that."

She raised her hand and pointed to the side.

An Ziyang turned to look.

On a roof more than ten zhang away, the monk was watching them.

Celestial, Liaoxing.

An Ziyang clicked his tongue.

"Seeing Qiao Cailian dead, he doesn't dare to come forward, letting other Wu Lin people wear us down, waiting to reap the benefits?"

"I'm out of hidden weapons, and you've consumed a lot of True Qi. He appeared in front of us to apply pressure... I guess he will soon be unable to resist making a move."

Mei Qinghe hummed and raised her sword to stab at her feet.

"Ah!"

Blood sprayed, and a Wu Lin person hiding in a pile of debris screamed and fell softly to the ground.

The two leaped onto the roof.

Taking advantage of this extremely short moment, An Ziyang glanced behind him.

The Wu Lin people had already been gathered together.

"Almost there."

Mei Qinghe frowned and said.

"Should we gather some more... the Wu Lin people gathered in the capital now are probably only thirty or forty percent; if we drag it out for another half an hour, we should be able to catch them all in one net."

"I can strike one sword to make Liaoxing wary for a while longer."

An Ziyang shook his head.

"Cannot seek perfection."

"We—"

Before he finished speaking, a loud noise suddenly exploded in the distance, attracting An Ziyang's attention.

He frowned.

"Celestial battle... let me see."

An Ziyang took a long tube from his bosom, pulled it, held it to his eyes, and looked carefully in the direction of the loud noise.

The next moment, his eyes widened.

"Commander!"

"The one who was knocked flying is... An Qisheng!"

"They are also coming toward Wang Gongchang!"

Mei Qinghe's eyes also widened.

An Ziyang put down the telescope and slapped his thigh.

"Perfect!"

"The layout of Wang Gongchang was prepared for An Qisheng, now it's perfect! The Commander must have seen our situation and deliberately brought An Qisheng here!"

"Unintentionally planting willows, and they grew into shade; now everything is ready!"

An Ziyang and Mei Qinghe looked at each other, both their eyes filled with a hint of surprise.

"How long until the Commander gets here?"

"About the time it takes to drink a cup of tea! Just enough for us to lead these Wu Lin people over!"

The two no longer hesitated and dashed toward Wang Gongchang at full speed.

And inside Wang Gongchang, the battle between the Wudang old Daoist and the fake Li Miao was nearing its end.

However, the situation was somewhat eerie.

On the large square, the two stood opposite each other.

The old Daoist closed his eyes.

The fake Li Miao had his eyes wide open, but his gaze had no focus, as if he had lost his mind. His facial muscles twitched from time to time, like a sleepwalker, his lips moving to spit out broken words.

"Innate lead... you, Jizhao... lead the Zhou Tian..."

"Transforming myself into...""You cannot kill... if I die, An Qisheng will..."

The old Daoist suddenly opened his eyes.

"Will what?"

The fake Li Miao muttered.

"Will... more..."

The next moment, his words suddenly became hoarse and calm.

"Innate lead Zhou Tian, transform Zhou Tian's changes, I am the King, Innate lead Zhou Tian, transform Zhou Tian's changes, I am the King..."

The old Daoist was silent.

The Jizhao he realized himself was not complete; if not for Wudang's profound heritage, he could not have influenced a Celestial of the same realm with this incomplete Jizhao.

This Jizhao of his only had the form, and even he couldn't control it; it was more like dragging others into a dream. Once entered, even he found it difficult to wake them up.

"He dies, An Qisheng will more?"

"More what... more strong? More complete?"

"Earlier, Lord Li said that An Qisheng's state was unusual; could it be related to this?"

The old Daoist stepped forward and slapped the fake Li Miao's forehead. With a dull thud, the forehead collapsed, and the fake Li Miao fell to the ground with a thud, twitching a few times before losing all signs of life.

The old Daoist reached out to lift the corpse, intending to go to the palace to inform Li Miao of what he had seen tonight.

But unexpectedly, a shout came from far away.

"Daoist~~ are you done yet~~~"

The sound came from far to near, and the next moment, An Ziyang rushed into the square, holding his head.

Mei Qinghe rolled in afterward, and after getting up, she used a "Swallow Returning to the Sun" to stab the Wu Lin people chasing behind her to death. But she didn't dare to stay for a moment and turned to run toward the old Daoist.

The old Daoist frowned as he looked at them.

First, he was puzzled... then his eyes widened suddenly.

The crowd, pouring in.

Hundreds of Wu Lin people, following closely behind An Ziyang and Mei Qinghe, rushed into the square like crazy.

An Ziyang had already rushed in front of the old Daoist.

"Daoist, don't ask why, don't ask what the situation is, just tell me if you can suppress these people?"

The old Daoist was shocked!

Yes, Wudang was prepared to cooperate with Li Miao, but there had to be a process, right?

Just with one glance, the old Daoist spotted a dozen familiar faces, all important figures from major Wu Lin sects, all rushing over with red eyes.

Not to mention whether he could suppress them... after suppressing them, could Wudang still mix in the Wu Lin?

The old Daoist was stunned for a moment, just about to open his mouth to answer.

A cry of surprise suddenly erupted from the rushing crowd.

"Look! Who is that old Daoist holding!"

Hundreds of gazes converged.

"Holy↓ shit↑?"

"Holy↓ shit↓!"

"Holy→... shit→..."

The chaotic footsteps gradually stopped.

The crowd stared blankly at the old Daoist and the corpse in his hands.

"Li... Miao?"

"Li Miao, dead?"

"Li Miao, killed by someone!"

The crowd gradually became restless.

"Li Miao is dead... does that mean we have no more worries?"

Someone widened their eyes and said hesitantly.

"Seems like... yeah..."

Someone murmured with their mouth open.

"Exactly! Today no one can stop us! No more Embroidered Uniform Guard! As long as we get the Xuanlan technique, we won't even have to worry about Li Miao coming to our door in the future!"

Someone was excited, then raised their weapon and killed toward An Ziyang.

"Hand over the Xuanlan technique!"

The crowd surged and rolled toward the three of An Ziyang.

An Ziyang dragged Mei Qinghe and dodged behind the old Daoist in a flash.

The old Daoist sucked his teeth.

As the crowd pressed in front of him, he finally sighed slowly.

The weapons were already at the tip of his nose; there was no room for hesitation anymore.

The old Daoist raised his hand, about to throw a punch.

At this instant!

Boom!!!!

In the crowd, a massive blood-colored firework suddenly flew up!

A dozen people were rolled by the wind pressure and blown away!

The loud noise only roared out the next moment; the eardrums of dozens of people in the center of the crowd were instantly shattered, and they suddenly lost their balance, bringing down a whole area.

The Wu Lin people who had killed their way to the old Daoist were startled, their strength loosened, and the long saber slid past the tip of the old Daoist's nose.

He widened his eyes and looked back.

He saw a withered and shriveled figure in the middle of the crowd, slowly standing up.

"Who is this..."

He was puzzled for a moment, about to look closely.

The next moment, another loud noise exploded!

A familiar figure smashed into the ground from mid-air!

He focused his gaze, identified it carefully, and his mouth slowly opened wide.

"Li... Miao?"