NIP Chapter 150 The sound of footsteps tearing through the void as the formation shattered.
Chapter 150 The sound of footsteps tearing through the void as the formation shattered.
A corner of the formation was torn open.
The intense deathly aura emanating from the wooden sign surged wildly into the Panlong Mountain Villa through the gap.
The surrounding temperature plummeted within seconds. This wasn't the harshness of nature, but a chilling aura capable of freezing the very soul.
In the bedroom on the second floor of the villa.
Lu Qingxue lay quietly on the bed.
Her Nine Yin Profound Meridians, which she had suppressed because of Lu Yuan's drop of Mahayana-stage life essence blood, experienced a violent stress reaction the moment they came into contact with this foreign death energy.
A thin layer of frost began to spread from her fingertips, quickly covering half of her face.
The golden drop of blood hovering at the heart was rapidly dimming.
The oppressive force is collapsing.
The entrance hall on the first floor.
Lin Zhen, who was leaning against the door, suddenly jolted.
He felt his blood freezing. His right hand, gripping the pistol, was purple with cold, his fingers glued to the metal handle. He tried to move his fingers, and the skin between his thumb and forefinger tore open, the blood instantly freezing into red shards in the air.
In the snow outside the door.
Ye Qingcheng forcibly recalled the longsword.
She glanced at the ever-expanding crack in the array in mid-air.
We can't let this deathly aura continue to seep in. Lu Qingxue's body has already reached its limit; if she is subjected to any further external stimulation, the cold poison could erupt completely at any moment.
Ye Qingcheng did not hesitate at all.
She leaped forward, blocking the gap the size of a washbasin.
The true essence of cultivation within his body erupted without reservation, transforming into a golden light screen that forcefully resisted the black death energy attempting to surge in.
"Stubborn and obstinate."
Xu Changqing let out a cold laugh.
He quickly formed a complex hand seal. The black wooden plaque in mid-air spun around once, and the death energy it released suddenly doubled, transforming into a black, scaled ghost claw that slammed hard onto Ye Qingcheng's golden light screen.
boom!
The immense recoil force traveled along the longsword and was transmitted to Ye Qingcheng's body.
She let out a muffled groan.
A metallic sweetness welled up in her throat, which she forced down.
The cuffs of the white robe were shattered, and the veins on both arms bulged out, bearing unimaginable pressure.
"Ye Qingcheng, don't you understand?"
Xu Changqing took two leisurely steps forward.
"That kid surnamed Lu is probably feeding turtles in the East China Sea right now. The S.H.I.E.L.D. has deployed three nuclear submarines, along with S-class experts from the Dark Web. Even if he has extraordinary abilities, he'll be turned into a pile of minced meat under the pressure of water at a depth of 800 meters."
Xu Changqing's voice carried a hint of smugness.
"Is it worth it for you to exhaust your life force here for the sake of a dead man's sister? As long as you step aside now, I guarantee that the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion and the nobles in the capital will absolutely not make things difficult for you."
Ye Qingcheng gritted her teeth.
She completely ignored Xu Changqing's nonsense.
Nuclear submarine?
deep sea?
Xu Changqing, a frog in a well, had no idea what kind of being he was facing. That being was a Celestial Venerable who could casually crush heavenly lightning and ignore nuclear explosions.
Let alone three nuclear submarines, even if the entire Pacific Ocean were turned upside down, it wouldn't be able to harm a single hair on Lu Yuan's head.
"How dare you, trash, call my master's name?"
Ye Qingcheng spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva.
She gripped the sword seal with her left hand, preparing to forcefully burn the primordial true essence that had just condensed.
Even if it costs her her life, she has to plug this hole today.
Seeing that Ye Qingcheng was unmoved by reason, a hint of ferocity flashed across Xu Changqing's withered old face.
"Since you're courting death, I'll grant your wish!"
He placed his withered right hand on the compass, pouring all the feng shui secrets into it.
The black ghostly claw in mid-air expanded again. Five sharp nails scraped together, creating a piercing sound as they clawed down with destructive force towards Ye Qingcheng's crown.
Ye Qingcheng's golden light barrier cracked under the pressure of the ghost claws.
The true energy is about to be exhausted.
The temperature inside the villa had dropped to minus thirty degrees Celsius.
Lin Zhen closed his eyes in despair.
He knew it was over.
Just as the black ghost claw was less than half a foot away from Ye Qingcheng's head.
Just as Xu Changqing's foot was about to cross the boundary of the formation...
The raging snowstorm overhead suddenly stopped.
It's not that the wind has stopped.
Instead, each snowflake was forcibly nailed to the ground in mid-air.
Followed by.
A piercing tearing sound came from the void ten meters above Xu Changqing's head.
The pitch-black night sky was like a tattered cloth, with a half-meter-wide slit forcibly torn from it.
A foot wearing a white canvas shoe stepped out from the crack in space.
The compass needle in Xu Changqing's hand began to spin wildly in that instant.
"Smack!"
The compass couldn't withstand the sudden, terrifying pressure and shattered into dust in Xu Changqing's hand.