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Bu Luo had only shed a few drops of blood, and there was no significant injury caused. Following closely behind was Wu Qiu, whose strike was comparable to the Heavenly Might.
In the Nine Nether Underworld, could he really unleash such a finger?
It seemed as if a silent finger from the Nine Nether Underworld pointed towards Gu Ping. The thick leg of the phantom resembled a pillar supporting the heavens, crashing down towards Gu Ping.
The emanating Nine Nether Cold Qi seemed to freeze the swirling nebulae, and everyone could feel the power of that finger. It was a spell from a peak Mahayana Practitioner, almost akin to celestial magic. Even from a distance, it instilled an overwhelming sense of inevitability.
However, Bu Luo and Ling Chanzi took a step forward under such immense pressure, actively bearing all the weight upon themselves. Calmly, they sat cross-legged on the ground and began to recite scriptures.
Golden texts emerged one by one before Ling Chanzi, blocking Nai He’s impending strike before it reached the crowd.
Tenglan, known as Zhongshang, recalled the scene from a few days ago when Gu Ping had come to find him at the academy. He vividly remembered his disbelief at that moment.
Would that Drunkard Liu Lao Jiu come? Gu Ping smoothly found his way to Tenglan, known as Zhongshang, and opened with a question about Liu Lao Jiu.
What was it? What did he want with him?
Tenglan, known as Zhongshang, understood that Gu Ping wouldn’t come to the academy without reason. Since he had traveled such a long distance, he must have something important to discuss.
There would be a Great War in a few days; he should know what Gu Ping was referring to.
Although the academy had decided to remain hidden, it did not mean they would shut themselves off completely. I don't deny that there was a need for disciples to represent the academy in Tiandong.
I mentioned Street Bridge City, the Butcher and the War God?
Perhaps it’s not just the Butcher; maybe there are others as well.
Azure Dragon King, Wuyou Emperor, Madwoman, and perhaps even their Sima General.
Gu Ping shook his head and looked into the courtyard, where many Bu Luo children around five or six years old were studying. The Lu State was quite stable, and the flames of war would not reach Yingdu anytime soon. The academy remained the Holy Land for scholars, and students were naturally plentiful.
With Bu Luo adding a new Light Path Classic, it was something that had long been anticipated by the academy. After all, even a young Gu Ping, who had only arrived in Lu State a few months ago, could sense it.
Perhaps there would be Mahayana Practitioners stepping in.
I asked? Tenglan, known as Zhongshang. I know, Gu Ping Bu Fou Those who act decisively will certainly be fully prepared. I won’t deny the possibility of a mistake from a Mahayana Practitioner, at least not now.
In the battle at the academy, he had slain several Divine Cultivators and one Combined Cultivator.
He knew that his master had mentioned him before; he held him in high regard. Yet, I still wouldn’t deny the possibility of a mistake from a Mahayana Practitioner, unless I could reach the peak of Fusion or even touch upon the level of the Transcendence Period. That would align with my master’s views.
During the Battle of the Desolate Mountains, he single-handedly intercepted several Combined Cultivators. He remembered that I was also present at that time.
It was different; no matter how many Combined Cultivators there were, they could not contend with a single Mahayana Practitioner. There were many in the Dust Realm Combined Cultivator, but there had always been only a few Mahayana Practitioners. Bu Fou There’s no denying that the term Earth Immortal carries weight.
He broke through; now he was refining spirit and returning to void. He was a true Cultivator, his strength surpassing that of ordinary practitioners by a significant margin. He possessed secret techniques that could enhance his power.
I could not withstand the strike of the Mahayana Practitioner; it was destined to be an unfinished affair with Coco.
I knew he never undertook tasks without certainty. If I were to trust him, perhaps in a few days, he would bring Wen Tian to the battle in Street Bridge City. Maybe it would happen, maybe it wouldn't; even he did not know.
After saying this, Gu Ping turned and left, no longer inquiring about Liu Lao Jiu. Since he was not at the academy, it seemed that he was destined to miss that Great War.
The moment I caught sight of Street Bridge City, Tenglan, known as Zhongshang, understood Gu Ping's intentions. He had no plans to rely solely on his own strength for that battle.
Buzz.
The barrier constructed from Buddhist scriptures emitted a low humming sound under the pressure of Naihe's finger, yet it stood firm before Ling Chanzi, showing no signs of damage.
Ji Wuqiu also looked at Ling Chanzi in astonishment and exclaimed, "Sentient Wall! A Little Monk from the Divine Period can actually manifest the Sentient Wall! With the power of sentient beings, Old Man truly has his eyes opened tomorrow. A Sentient Wall of that level from Bu Luo would probably be insufficient to withstand Old Man's assault."
As soon as he finished speaking, Ji Wuqiu raised his legs high above his head and silently chanted a spell. The starry sky above gathered a stream of water from an unknown source, while Ji Wuqiu himself resembled a gushing spring, gradually engulfing everything around him.
Hades turned into a sea, claiming countless lives.
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