bookrandom Chapter 277 You Steal Beasts, I Pick Up Treasures
Chapter 277 You Steal Beasts, I Pick Up Treasures
Yang Jiao also strode forward, passed through the water curtain, and instantly entered the formation.
Inside the formation, chaos reigned, and malevolent energy surged forth, attacking Yang Jiao one after another. Just as it reached his face, it was swept away by the Mosquito Taoist with a flick of his sleeve.
The mosquitoes were not afraid of this chaotic evil energy at all.
Instead, these malevolent energies seemed to have sensed the even more powerful chaotic aura emanating from Mosquito Taoist after she waved her sleeve, and they all hid in this place.
Yang Jiao's eyes were full of joy as she praised:
"We mosquitoes must have done extremely well during times of chaos."
Mosquito Taoist nodded emphatically.
He had a serious expression and his lips were tightly pursed.
She resolutely refused to mention that back in the Chaos, she was just a ferocious beast with little intelligence, constantly fighting with other ferocious beasts and suffering serious injuries several times, requiring her to return to the Blood Sea to recuperate.
Well, aside from mosquitoes, I've never been swatted.
At this moment, within the Heavenly Annihilation Formation, the wind howled, and a ten-thousand-foot-high staircase rose from the ground, its sides hollowed out and bottomless.
At the very top of those steps stood a small table, where Qin Tianjun, Qin Wan, sat, holding three flags and proclaiming:
"Fellow Daoist, please break the formation."
He waved his hand as soon as he finished speaking.
Thunder roared within the formation.
Just as Yang Jiao frowned, Mosquito Daoist used his magic to create a halo around her, protecting her from the eerie thunder.
Mosquito Taoist's eyes lit up with excitement. He nudged Yang Jiao's shoulder as if seeking praise, and whispered:
"We'll have to rely on mosquitoes, won't we?"
"However, why don't these Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect have a mount?"
Yang Jiao glanced at her with a smile, knowing that her mind was entirely on this, and replied:
"Later, he will have an extremely powerful blue lion mount."
Mosquito Taoist smacked his lips and said, "Hmm, wait."
Below the steps, Manjushri Bodhisattva's body remained steadfast, withstanding the thunder without moving. In contrast, Deng Hua was far less capable, and was about to fall down the steps.
After being pulled by Manjushri, he felt as if he were being pricked by needles all over his body.
He frowned and said:
"The malevolent energy within this formation is preventing us from getting closer to the formation master; with each step we take, an even longer step appears."
Manjushri naturally noticed it as well.
He thought that his cultivation was superior to Qin Wan's and that he could kill him and break the formation without sacrificing his life. However, he did not expect that the formation created by the Tongtian Sect Master could block him.
At this moment, Deng Hua recalled the question the Heavenly Venerable had asked him when he summoned him to the Jade Void Palace.
"Deng Hua, are you willing to go?"
他 说:
"Deng Hua, I'm willing."
Manjushri was startled when he saw a smile suddenly appear on his face:
"Fellow Daoist, no! We can still hold them off a little longer."
However, Deng Hua's expression changed. He had no great ambitions in this life. When his master asked him a question, he made a decision: rather than letting Manjushri waste his magic power in vain in this Heavenly Annihilation Formation, it would be better to finish the battle quickly.
He quickly stood up, gripped his long sword, and no longer dodged the murderous aura, rushing up the steps for a hundred meters.
The surrounding malevolent energy was like a python coiling around him, shattering his bones and causing Deng Hua to feel dizzy from the suffocation.
Qin Wan assumed they didn't understand how to break the Ten Deadly Formations. He thought that once Deng Hua was dead, Manjushri wouldn't dare to come forward again, thus dampening their spirits.
He raised his hand, pinched Deng Hua's sword blade between two fingers, and gently twisted it.
The sword, which was originally Deng Hua's magical weapon, bent and slashed across his neck.
After the sharp blade struck, Deng Hua's head fell to the ground instantly.
Manjushri closed his eyes in heartache.
"How could I, a humble Daoist, fail to repay the sacrifice offered by my fellow Daoist?"
After saying that, he opened his eyes again and walked up step by step.
The steps were at Manjushri's feet, and with each step, a section collapsed, sending rubble plunging into the abyss.
Upon seeing this, Qin Wan burst into laughter:
"One of you has already died, and you still dare to come?"
As soon as he spoke, his face suddenly turned deathly pale.
A wisp of white breath escaped from Deng Hua's severed mouth, rushing straight into the baleful aura of the formation.
The gray and white colors were locked in combat when Qin Wan shouted:
"How despicable are the disciples of the Chan Sect! They couldn't even win a magic duel, so they resorted to using human magic to break the evil energy!"
What maintains the fierceness within the formation is this malevolent energy. Once it is broken, Qin Wan will simply be Qin Wan again, no longer the formation master.
Faced with the formidable Manjushri, he instinctively continued waving the flag.
But with the malevolent energy subdued, it could no longer summon thunder to stop him.
Qin Wan grabbed Deng Hua's sword and hurriedly blocked the magic weapon flying in front of him. Before he could use it, his hands and feet were bound by Manjushri's Dragon-Hiding Stake.
They had no ability to resist anymore.
He was horrified and exclaimed:
"What righteous and awe-inspiring disciples of the Chan Sect? They still had to sacrifice their own fellow disciples to break the formation. Hahaha, I, Qin Wan, will die without regret. You are no better than me!"
Manjushri looked at Deng Hua's corpse, then stepped forward and closed his eyes.
The sword passed right across Qin Wan's neck, and his head fell to the ground.
With the death of the formation master, the Heavenly Annihilation Formation is broken.
Just as the gate was about to open, Manjushri Bodhisattva was still grieving as he gathered up Deng Hua's body.
Suddenly, I saw two figures flash past on my left and right.
Three flags were thrown straight at the table.
A divine deer lunges straight into the corner.
Yang Jiao and Mosquito Taoist were both overjoyed; they had struck gold!
Manjushri, the Heavenly Venerable of Vast Dharma: ...
After the group came out,
[Ding! Congratulations, host, for guiding the souls of Deng Hua and Qin Wan. You have obtained 2 card-drawing tokens.]
Neither the Chan Sect nor the Jie Sect won.
One of them dies.
Zhao Jiang was filled with grief and indignation as he watched Qin Wan, the leader of the first formation, die.
He was the master of the second formation, the 'Earthly Fury Formation,' and stepped forward with a furious expression, gritting his teeth as he invited:
"For the second round, which fellow Daoist would like to come and meet me, Zhao?"
He was eager to avenge Qin Tianjun, and before the disciples of the Chan Sect could answer, he stepped into the formation.
The members of the Chan sect exchanged glances, and then Juli Sun stepped forward and said:
"I will break through this second formation."
He was about to step into the water curtain when Zhao Jiang, who came out even more furiously from inside, shoved him hard.
No one was puzzled.
They all looked at Zhao Jiang.
His face flushed red with rage, and his body trembled with swelling fury. He pointed contemptuously at the Chan Sect and unleashed a furious curse:
"Why are Qin Tianjun's magical treasures and mount gone? Your Chan Sect's methods for breaking formations are so dirty!"