Chapter 555: Xiao Jiu, We Have Been Locked Onto

A Cheng is an obedient, responsible good child; in the end he still silently hid himself in the darkness.

The Copper Coin Person was waiting on the mountain behind the ancient god temple.

It's still before midnight; there's still time.

I watched A Cheng leave, then turned to Li Qingying and said, "Senior Sister Qingying, could you help me……"

After I cleaned up my body and changed into clean clothes, my entire spirit and energy also recovered.

This time the merit inside the Soul-guiding Lamp really helped me a lot.

Usually I put in effort and work hard, it wasn't in vain; now I just regret that I've accumulated too little merit.

Li Qingying went and came back, holding in her arms something round and plump wrapped in a small blanket; from afar it looked exactly like an egg.

"I molded it from clay, and Feng Wu baked it with Nirvana fire; at least the outer layer is completely dry."

Li Qingying said while lifting a corner of the small blanket to show me.

I glanced at it and said, "How did you make it so big? Isn't it tiring to hold?"

This "mud egg" is more than 2.5 times the size of the Little Guy's egg.

Li Qingying smiled and said, "Being a bit bigger makes it more noticeable; besides us three, no, plus Feng Wu, even Seventh Lord didn't know the Little Guy would be that small."

Yeah, the Little Guy was born, and Liu Junyan didn't even get to see him once.

However, laying this egg is just the beginning; the Little Guy truly arrives in this world at the moment of hatching.

No one dares to guarantee when that moment will come.

Now isn't the time to dwell on this; Li Qingying has already begun to wrap the mud egg bundled in the small blanket around her body with sashes.

I, however, reached out to take the mud egg and wrapped it around myself: "Senior Sister Qingying, the only thing you need to do next is protect yourself—hide wherever you can, understand?"

Li Qingying opened her mouth, eventually compromising: "Okay, Xiao Jiu, I will protect myself, and you must also protect yourself……"

She was a little choked up.

I know she feels sorry for me.

She came to Zàng Qū this time just to help me deliver the baby; now her task is done, I should let her find a chance to leave Zàng Qū.

But I know she won't leave, so I can only remind her to stay hidden.

I glanced again at the horizon; it was still raining.

The Buddha's voice sound endured without fading.

I wasn't in a hurry; Liu Junyan could hold up, so I sat cross-legged leaning against a tree, adjusted my state, and circulated my qi.

After Nirvana succeeded, when I returned to that period at the pawn shop, each time I sat in meditation and entered stillness, senior phantoms would appear, pouring cultivation methods into my mind, and I learned a lot.

But at that time, affected by the evil bone, I could never break through.

Now the evil bone has left with the Little Guy's birth; when I circulate my true qi again, it instantly integrates and penetrates.

Since Dìshì has already moved, everything that follows will be put on the agenda; when Liu Junyan can hold out, I only need to first look after myself.

As the saying goes, sharpening the knife does not delay the woodcutting work.

I am a Nirvana Phoenix; the abilities I ought to have, I must first fully awaken and fuse them, so I can better respond to everything that will happen next.

The Buddha's voice sound grew louder and louder……

It began from the direction of the horizon, gradually approaching, until the edge enveloped me, like thunder ringing in the ears.

I suddenly opened my eyes; firelight flickered in my pupils.

Dìshì is looking for me.

Feng Wu's voice came over: "Xiao Jiu, we have been locked onto."

"Mm."

I closed my eyes again.

The Buddha's voice locked onto me from the outer circle, then gradually shifted the center toward me, taking only a dozen seconds or so.

I attentively felt the layer upon layer of continuously stacking Buddha's voice, recalling that after returning from Song Mountain, I and Liu Junyan had a long knee-to-knee talk, analyzing some things.

At that time we discovered the cinnabar spirit bone.

The pawn tickets of Yin Dang Hang kept appearing one after another; the cinnabar spirit bones taken back were all large chunks, while the bone whistle in my hand contained only a small fragment of cinnabar spirit bone that had never been retrieved.

I remember clearly that back then Liu Junyan speculated these fragments of cinnabar spirit bone would not be reclaimed by Yin Dang Hang, but they also possess spiritual qi and can be made into spiritual artifacts.

He even speculated that the eighteen copper arhats in the scripture pavilion, which one hears but never sees, might have been made by Kong Ji using fragments of cinnabar spirit bone.

The genuine Formation Array of the eighteen copper arhats, like the Nirvana Fire Array, has a corresponding cooldown period each time it is activated.

Now it seems that Kong Ji's eighteen copper arhat formation is not formed by real eighteen copper arhats arrayed, but made from cinnabar spirit bone fragments; it has no cooldown, but requires powerful witchcraft and a large amount of internal power to sustain.

When we first heard the Buddha's voice in the room, it was unstable and not as strong as it is now.

In fact, at that time Kong Ji was controlling the eighteen copper arhat formation; his ability, compared to Liu Junyan's now, is slightly weaker.

So when Liu Junyan made a move, the Buddha's voice immediately became chaotic.

After Kong Ji was subdued by Liu Junyan, Dìshì took over his fleshly body; the Buddha's voice immediately became stable and strong again, and now the formation still locks onto me.

When I am truly at the center of the formation, I can clearly feel the position of each anchor point of the formation.

I am not in a hurry; I make hand signs and chant, mobilizing all my internal power to surge toward the brow.

Immediately the area between my brows felt as if it were about to burn, and both eyes were a blaze of heat.

I pressed my sword finger to the brow; when I turned the sword finger and pointed forward, a cluster of Nirvana flame had already condensed at the fingertip, and the next moment it shot out.

Last time in Yin Dang Hang, I saw its master—Fan Chen.

Fan Chen said he was a speck of dust in the former abyss of Yin Dang Hang; after long years of being bathed in the City God Temple's Buddhist teachings and the incense flood's cleansing, he suddenly awakened and took form.

That is to say, Fan Chen's whole body of cinnabar spirit bone was refined by the high temperature of the incense flood.

I want to see whether the temperature of the incense ash flood is higher, or my Nirvana fire is higher.

Cinnabar spirit bone……does it also have a melting point, right?

I attentively felt the eighteen anchor points of the Eighteen Bronze Arhats Formation Array, and one Nirvana fire after another shot forth.

Eighteen Nirvana fires struck the eighteen anchor points.

In a moment, firelight gathered around my body, and my own invisible Formation Array, under the Nirvana fire's glow, linked into a hemispherical shape, enveloping me completely.

"Xiao Jiu, you really have it!" Feng Wu laughed, then said, "But the Formation Array is contracting; to break it, you still need to add more fire."

I curled the corner of my mouth: "Not in a hurry."

The eighteen Nirvana fires kept burning, pressing toward the center while they burned, and the temperature around me rose to the point that I momentarily felt as if I were back in the scene of my original Nirvana.

Until that sheet of Nirvana fire was almost about to coalesce into a mass, I suddenly opened my eyes, made hand seals, chanted a spell, my shoulder blades twitched twice, and a pair of multicolored wings wreathed in blazing fire instantly unfurled.

At the moment the wings fully unfurled, countless clusters of leaping Nirvana fire, bearing scorching hot winds, shot forth like a prairie fire...