nucmednet Chapter 220 This is the art I give you!
Chapter 220 This is the art I give you!
Wang Lin led Sun Tao and the others on a swift journey, and soon arrived at the outer area of Cloud Mist Mountain.
"Phew, Master, do you think the boss is in danger?"
Sun Tao suddenly stopped and asked Wang Lin.
"Don't worry, I know what the boss is capable of. He would never do something he's not sure he can do."
Wang Lin smiled slightly, then looked into the depths of the mountains behind him.
"However, this time I felt there were too many experts in worshiping the gods. Even though we were so far apart, I still felt a sense of unease."
Wang Lin also expressed some concern.
"Hopefully, boss..."
Before Sun Tao could finish speaking, a blazing ray of light suddenly burst forth from the depths of the distant mountains. The dazzling light even made the sun in the sky lose its color, causing Sun Tao to involuntarily close his eyes.
Immediately afterwards, a huge explosion was heard, and the entire Cloud Mist Mountain seemed to shake.
"what's the situation!"
Everyone was shocked and covered their eyes with their sleeves, shouting in panic.
But just a breath later, an invisible wave of air swept in from afar.
The shockwave carried fragments of broken leaves and damp earth, along with a scorching heat that instantly knocked everyone to the ground.
"Ahhhhh!!"
The members of the Wanxiang Sect lay on the ground, desperately protecting their heads with their hands, screaming in agony.
Those with weaker cultivation levels were directly blasted more than ten meters away by the shockwave, rolled several times on the ground, and crashed into countless rocks.
After an unknown amount of time, the shockwave finally subsided, and the still-shaken crowd dared to lower their arms and carefully get up from the ground.
"That...that is it!!"
Suddenly, someone pointed into the distance and stammered.
The others looked in the direction of the sound and were immediately shocked by what they saw.
A white cloud of gas, about 100 meters high, slowly rolled upwards in the distance, looking like a giant mushroom from here.
Within this white gas, faint red streaks, distributed in a lightning-like pattern, are visible, making it difficult to imagine what is happening inside.
"What...what is this...?"
Everyone stared in disbelief at the scene, forgetting even to run away.
"An immortal! The immortal has made a move!"
Wang Lin's legs trembled, and he murmured to himself.
"Master!!"
Upon seeing this, Sun Tao roared and ran towards the mushroom cloud.
"Sun Tao, you're insane!!"
Upon seeing this, Wang Lin was immediately shocked and enraged, but after glancing at the pale-faced members around him, he gave the order:
"You all come down from the mountain and wait!"
After saying that, he ignored the rest of the gang members and leaped forward, following Sun Tao towards the center of the explosion.
Ding Yi stood on a small hillside, looking at the huge mushroom cloud in front of him, his eyes flashing with madness.
[You have slain the demoness of the Yin-Yang Palace; your lifespan has increased by 41 years and 13 days.]
[You have slain the demoness of the Yin-Yang Palace; your lifespan has increased by 81 years and 13 days.]
[You have killed the demonic cultivator from the Seven Absolutes Palace. Your lifespan has increased by 32 years and 13 days.]
[You have killed the demonic cultivator from the Seven Absolutes Palace. Your lifespan has increased by 79 years and 13 days.]
...
Almost instantly, more than twenty lines of prompts appeared before his eyes, giving him a feeling of invincibility.
"Hahahaha!! This is art!! This is the art I present to you demons!!"
Ding Yi spread his arms wide, standing in the midst of the raging airwaves, embracing the enormous mushroom cloud before him, his smile growing wider and wider.
What can you possibly use to stop this explosion that will last for four hundred years?!
After a while, Ding Yi's mood gradually calmed down. He then looked around, then burrowed into the ground and disappeared from the spot.
On the other side, Sun Qiao'er also stared in disbelief at the towering white cloud in front of her.
Ding Yi told her to hide at least two miles away. At first, Sun Qiao'er didn't understand why, but now she was glad that she had listened to Ding Yi.
The next moment, a figure suddenly emerged from the soil beside Sun Qiao'er's feet, startling the stunned Sun Qiao'er.
However, when Sun Qiao'er saw the person's face clearly, she immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
"Master, are you okay?"
Sun Qiao'er saw Ding Yi emerge and immediately stepped forward to support him.
Ding Yi waved his hand, his eyes regaining their calm. He looked at Sun Qiao'er, then suddenly frowned and reached out to grab her clothes.
"Tear!"
With the sound of tearing silk, Sun Qiao'er's palace dress was ripped open, but Ding Yi seemed to have no intention of stopping and grabbed the hem of Sun Qiao'er's dress again.
"Master, this...this won't work..."
Sun Qiao'er pressed down on Ding Yi's large hand and said with her head down.
Ding Yi was stunned by Sun Qiao'er's words, then cursed:
"What are you thinking? Your clothes are so clean, even a ghost would know there's something wrong with them!"
"Tear!"
Ding Yi tore open another hole, and then made Sun Qiao'er roll around on the ground a few more times.
Upon hearing this, Sun Qiao'er realized she had misunderstood, blushed, and immediately rolled on the ground.
Ding Yi stood to the side, looking at Sun Qiao'er, whose body and face were covered in mud, and nodded in satisfaction before saying:
"I remember there are still a few disciples of the Yin-Yang Palace who haven't entered the cave. Maybe they're still alive. Go find them."
After saying that, Ding Yi ignored Sun Qiao'er and sank back into the ground.
Sun Qiao'er stared blankly at the ground where Ding Yi had disappeared, then smiled helplessly.
In the cave.
The once noisy cave was now completely silent.
The surrounding cliffs, which were originally gray, have now turned red.
Upon closer inspection, one can see that these stones are still slowly flowing downwards, as if they have turned into lava.
The extremely high temperature of over a thousand degrees Celsius instantly carbonized the objects used for worship, leaving behind some black human remains scattered on the ground.
"Uh...uh..."
Suddenly, a deep voice slowly rose from a corner of the cave, and then a huge rock wall flew up with a roar, flying dozens of meters away.
Zi Shu, with disheveled hair and no clothes, slowly walked out of the stone wall, but with each step she took, her soul trembled, as if she were experiencing intense pain.
"Who...who is it..."
Zi Shu's eyes were bloodshot as he looked around and muttered something to himself.
This perfect sneak attack, delivered without a trace of movement, left even her severely injured in an instant.
"Just a little bit more, just a little bit more..."
Zi Shu trembled involuntarily when he thought of the intense heat that had just been able to tear everything apart. How many years had it been since he had experienced this feeling of being on the verge of death?
Zi Shu looked around and saw nothing but crimson. Then, her eyes flickered as if she had discovered something.
With a single gesture, Zi Shu sent a hard, black solid flying slowly toward her and hovering above her palm.
A familiar aura of malevolence emanated from this black solid, causing her already unstable soul to tremble violently once again.
"Taiping Palace!!"
Zi Shu gritted his teeth and uttered those three words. Then, he coughed up a mouthful of blood, caused by the sudden rush of anger to his heart.
The blood instantly vaporized into mist in mid-air, but it also caused the surrounding temperature to drop by tens of degrees in an instant.
The worship of the Yin Yin Palace is imbued with icy energy, which is one of the reasons why Zi Shu was able to withstand it.
Without hesitation, Zi Shu took the black solid, then his figure flashed and disappeared into the cave.
If we don't go back to heal our wounds soon, and our souls shatter, then even a god couldn't save us!