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Lao Zhou Mei.
By direction, the place the target is heading to is none other than Niu Shou Mountain. Coming for me? I can't help but chuckle. It's been a long time since I've encountered such an arrogant fellow. It seems that the Fu Long Lineage has avoided the outside world for too long, forgetting how terrifying he truly is.
Well then, let’s take his Flesh, A Jie Drum, and Snake God.
Lao Shen remained as usual, sitting cross-legged in place. A stick of incense's time passed. A small black dot gradually enlarged in the sky above Fu Long Pavilion; it was Zuo Ci riding on the winds of darkness.
What audacity! How dare he trespass into Fu Long Terrace! Seeking death! How dare this rodent act so recklessly? This place is forbidden; get down here, Lao Fu!
The cultivators of the Fu Long Lineage transformed into rainbow light and soared into the sky to intercept Zuo Ci, countless Spells erupting forth. Zuo Ci looked at the colorful Spells and waved his Nine-section Staff, the Apricot Yellow magic outlining a Forbidden Ancient Seal.
Buzz.
In the sky, the vibrant Spells suddenly extinguished like snuffed candle flames, silent and still. What am I? It turns out I have some power!
An old man with Crane Hair and Chicken Skin sneered repeatedly. He stood on his long sword, soaring through the air, with his sword pointed upright at his chest, darkly declaring: Let Lao Fu measure you!
You think you can? Zuo Ci scoffed.
He had just been schemed against by the Fu Long Lineage, and his heart was burning with anger. At that moment, the Old Guy jumped out.
Before Zuo Ci could even wait for the Old Guy to draw his sword, he clenched his palm. A Black Hand emerged from the space behind the Old Guy, fiercely reaching out to grasp him.
The old man seemed to sense something, rolling off his long sword like a tumbleweed, narrowly avoiding the Black Hand.
Rising up, the old man sat cross-legged on the Fu Long Pavilion and extended his thin, bony hand, lifting it as if to support something from the ground. A bright yellow stream of light gathered into a cloud beneath Yong Jian Lao.
With a whoosh, a sharp azure light sliced through the air at incredible speed, causing the old man sitting in the Fu Long Pavilion to twitch his eyelids.
He formed a hand seal, concentrating the bright yellow Dragon Qi to create a barrier, hoping to intercept that razor-sharp light.
Like saving someone? Zuo Ci's expression remained unchanged as he flicked his fingers. Instantly, another sharp Dark Cyan light burst forth.
The old man, who had remained unperturbed even in the face of Mount Tai collapsing before him, finally revealed a hint of fear in his eyes. He abandoned all hope and gathered Earth Vein Dragon Qi to protect himself.
With a splatter, Yong Jian Lao was instantly cut into pieces along with the cloud, his soul returning to the Wan Hun Fan.
Zuo Ci's expression shifted slightly. Through Yong Jian Lao's soul, he learned some secrets about this Old Guy who continuously drew upon Earth Vein Dragon Qi. The head of the Fu Long Lineage was Sun Yuan.
The old man displayed a certain audacity, merging his own domain with the entire protective array. This was a legitimate practice, one that had existed since ancient times. Not only could it evade the heavenly laws, but it could also lead to an alternative form of existence.
As long as he remained within the protective array, he could be regarded as a master of the Tongjing realm. A Tongjing master was truly in harmony with the greater forces of nature. Every action and movement resonated with the essence of the universe. He was just a step away!
Zuo Ci bit his finger and inscribed three characters on the fluttering strips of colored cloth above the Wan Hun Fan. Sun Yuan seemed to sense something, his pupils constricting.
Suddenly, a massive hand of Black Malevolent Qi surged forth, carrying an undeniable aura as it reached for his soul.
Liu Hun Fan!
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