Chapter 536: Cherry Cherry

The Jiang Clan's Old Ancestor can barely hold on.

Yun chu, make a move.

Fine sweat beads already covered Jiang Yunchu's forehead; she seemed unable to hear others' words.

Lao Liu shook his head: "Wait a little longer."

"We can't wait any longer..." Lao Da looked at the battlefield below.

Just now, the Jiang Clan's Old Ancestor spat a mouthful of blood, his whole body like a torn sack, crashing onto the mountain.

Jiang Yunchu, however, frowned; beads of sweat rolled down her body one by one, yet she remained oblivious.

"Where is the person? Where is the true body?"

If the true body is not found, the Temple Master can make a comeback, and the Divine Temple will appear again.

At this point, with resistance, what about next time?

What about the future?

Cut the grass but leave the roots, and the spring wind will make it grow again.

True body...

True body...

Jiang Yunchu glanced at Lao Liu behind her: "Leave the battlefield to you; buy me time."

Lao Liu patted her shoulder: "Yun chu, we believe in you."

"Lost Land, repay grudges with grudges, resentments with resentment—kill!" Lao Liu's folding fan spun on its own beside her, making a circle.

Those twelve people charged straight into the battlefield.

The opening left by the Jiang Clan's Old Ancestor was immediately taken over by those twelve.

"Who are you?" the Temple Master eyed those twelve, faintly sensing a threatening aura.

That aura's richness actually surpassed that of the Jiang Clan's Old Ancestor.

Lao Liu removed his mask, revealing a pale face, eyes full of killing intent: "Temple Master, you really forget your benefactors!"

"Have you forgotten the Soul-devouring Demon you framed a thousand years ago, the people you forced into the Lost Land?" Her mocking gaze deeply stimulated the Temple Master.

This is the blunder of his lifetime.

If he had captured her back then, completed the Soul-absorbing Array, he... would have lived as long as heaven.

Who could still do anything to him?

"Good! You've come back, haha, great, you actually came back on your own."

"Back then I let you escape; today you shall be the formation eye of this Temple Master!"

The Temple Master's eyes gleamed with interest.

"It's just a Divine Temple; break it then break it. Once his Soul-absorbing Array is complete, it will forge countless Breaking God Realm cultivators—who in the world would dare oppose him?"

"Capture me..."

Lao Liu lifted his head and slowly raised a middle finger: "You think I'm still the same as before?"

All previous suppression was released at this moment.

Half-step Breaking God Realm!

The Temple Master grew even more excited; with the Half-step Breaking God Realm as the formation eye, the Soul-absorbing Array's effect could be maximized, his eyes filled with frenzy and hunger.

Lao Liu let out a faint sigh: "Yun chu..."

By actively revealing her identity, she was drawing the Temple Master's gaze, giving him reason not to flee.

If he abandoned the Divine Temple, it would be like releasing a tiger back to the mountains; finding him again would become even harder.

The other eleven were all Nine Levels of Broken Mirror; each individually peerless masters in Zhongzhou, yet facing a Breaking God Realm they felt like an insurmountable mountain, no matter how hard they tried.

"True body." Jiang Yunchu had calmed herself, sorting, thinking, speculating.

A Breaking God Realm cultivator wishing to conceal his identity and true body can disguise himself as anyone.

She could rely only on her eyes, not spiritual probing, lest his true body sense it; if it were an attack it would be fine, but if he fled, everything would be for naught.

The battlefield below had already become white-hot; the Temple Master's two avatars were unable to cope with the twelve of them.

At that moment, a black shadow a hundred li away produced a light-shadow.

Jiang Yunchu's eyes widened: "Found it."

Within the clouds, a sudden crystal-green light appeared; the light flickered, locking onto that black shadow.

"Seek death!" the shadow drew a golden longsword and slashed straight at the sky.

Jiang Yunchu in her white robes finally appeared before everyone.

"Who are you?" the shadow stared at Jiang Yunchu, swearing he had never seen this person before.

"What do you want?"

"What did they promise you? Whatever you say, I can give."

"As vast as Zhongzhou is, I am willing to split it with you—how about that?"

Each of those questions came with absolute sincerity.

But the girl opposite merely smiled, her face gentle, her eyes devoid of killing intent.

Yet it was precisely such a person who made the Temple Master feel threatened.

"Jiang Yunchu."

Her vermilion lips parted slightly, uttering just three words.

Those three words, like triggering a mechanism, the Crimson Sky in Jiang Yunchu's hand began to attack.

Originally the Temple Master's avatars were still fighting Lao Liu and the others, but as time passed, those two avatars began to dissipate one by one.

He wanted to control the avatars, but was already unable to.

"Who exactly are you? We have no deep grudge, why must you relentlessly pursue and kill us?" The Palace Master looked at Jiang Yunchu, his eyes slightly narrowing, that golden long sword emitting streaks of golden light.

"You……"

She lightly laughed, her face slightly flushed, her rank inferior to his.

But……

"Too much nonsense."

Her words were light, impossible to discern any state, still as calm and breezy as at the beginning.

The battlefield below was about to end.

The people of the Divine Palace, some ran, some died.

The Rootless River had been completely dyed red by blood, forming a strange sight: green above, red below.

At this moment, everyone raised their heads, anxiously looking at the sky.

"Yun chu, is she alright?"

Jiang Zeyang looked on worriedly; they didn't know why Yun chu was so strong, nor where she had gone; they now only worried, worried for Yun chu's safety.

Jiang Wen Fu let out a deep sigh, looking at Jiang Zeyang to one side, "Go find Ying Ying; we'll hold this side."

Jiang Zeyang gazed deeply at the battlefield of red and golden light; they could see no people, only waves of fighting, no longer distinguishing friend from foe.

"No need to look for her." At that moment, a clear, cold voice came from behind; wearing a water-blue robe, with an icy countenance, and his voice just as lacking any warmth.

But he was supporting a person, that person's hair somewhat disheveled, clothes a little dirty, yet their eyes remained bright.

"Ze." She lifted her head, the corners of her mouth slightly turning up, her eyes filled with an emotion that could not be dispelled.

Never expected……

To be able to see her again.

"Ying Ying." Jiang Zeyang stepped forward and then tightly embraced her.

Over these many years, he was willing to draw a line and confine himself, merely to keep her safe.