No one knows to what extent the Witch King has recovered, but according to Wu Wei's previous judgment, the Witch King should still be far away from his peak, otherwise the Witch Clan would not have waited until King Zhou Yi left before launching a counterattack.<
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But at this time, the human princes discovered that there was a huge deviation in Wu Wei's judgment.
Even though the Witch King has not yet returned to his heyday, he has definitely achieved the status of a great emperor.
Across an unknown number of layers of space, the Witch King simply relied on a projection of his soul to scream, causing the human princes to fall off their feet, and the Witch King did not know what price he had to pay to eliminate everything.
However, the Witch King’s methods don’t stop there.
When the scarlet color spread all over the world, Shen Qian truly felt the difference between him and a real powerful emperor under the blessing of the Great Emperor's posture.
Just the appearance of one emotion turned the whole world into a red cage.
Shen Qian was at his weakest, his eyes were instantly dyed scarlet, and his heart was filled with inexplicable madness, making him want to destroy everything around him, including himself.
Then a blazing flame really burned in him.
At this moment, a kind of coolness suddenly spread all over his body, extinguishing the nameless fire in his heart.
Shen Qian turned his head blankly and saw a small golden tower similar to the Tower of Babel spinning above his head, completely blocking the "power" from the Witch King.
"This is the natal spiritual weapon I conceived based on the Vientiane Tower. It can protect you to the exit. Go quickly, the formation is about to be closed... From now on, the Babel Tower will be handed over to you."
Jin Tahou's eyes stained with dull red looked at Shen Qian gently.
"I..."
Shen Qian opened his mouth, but nothing came out, except that the sour feeling on the tip of his nose became more obvious.
The Marquis of Jinta was about to turn around when he suddenly remembered something and said with a smile, "That day when we met at Babel Tower, you actually didn't tell the truth to me, right?"
Shen Qian was about to speak, but Jinta Hou waved his hand, "This is not a torture, there is no need to answer... Only after I truly saw the path of King Wu, I vaguely understood where the despair of the White Emperor came from, and where the hope of the human race lies."
I don’t know, but I’m sorry for you, I’m afraid you’ll have to bear more than us.”
Marquis Jinta took one last deep look at Shen Qian, leaving only one sentence before he turned around and strode away in the direction of the powerful Wu clan, towards the source of scarlet.
"Don't blame yourself, just do your best."
The Marquis of Jinta laughed a few times, and with each step he took, his figure grew taller. Soon his body covered the sky and the sun, reaching a height of ten thousand feet.
The gorgeous golden light squeezed out the scarlet red and also obscured Shen Qian's sight, so that Shen Qian could no longer see the scene in front of him.
Boom!
The small golden pagoda above the head also shone brightly, and then it carried Shen Qian and rushed towards the teleportation array of the inner city.
Boom!
Suddenly, there was a shocking loud noise behind him. Shen Qian heard the roar of someone who didn't know it was Jinta Hou or someone else, or it might be the joint shouts of several human princes, and then a thunderous wave of air came.
He hit Shen hard on the front and back.
The golden pagoda spiritual weapon had helped Shen Qian offset a lot of damage, but the power contained in the air wave was extremely terrifying. Shen Qian could not bear it at this moment. He only felt that his internal organs were shaking, and he almost fainted while spitting out a mouthful of blood.
Past.
But this wave of air also accelerated Shen Qian's escape in disguise, flying him tens of thousands of meters away in an instant. Shen Qian's consciousness became blurry, and he flew forward completely driven by the passive force of the golden pagoda spiritual weapon.
Go.
I don't know how long it took, but Shen Qian's body suddenly stopped, and he hit the softness hard, and he heard a quick drink in his ears.
"Shen Qian came out... Close the formation!"
Shen Qian struggled to open his eyes and found that he was lying in Uncle Luo Shen's arms.
He has arrived near the original teleportation array in the inner city of the earth. In mid-air, there are nine seals floating in the air. Around him, Jiang Huan, Yun Tianbo, Huainan Gong, Pingyang Bo and other human princes are clearly in sight. Their faces are gloomy, and there is no one there.
Talking is just a wordless movement of the Nine Directions Seal.
The space is vibrating at high frequency, and a light curtain is rapidly closing in from all directions, beginning to seal the inner city that has become a ruin.
"No, Lord Jinta, Fourth Senior Brother... they haven't come out yet!"
Shen Qian grabbed Luo Shenbo's shoulders and said.
Uncle Luo Shen lowered his head and glanced at Shen Qian, then whispered: "They can't come back."
Shen Qian wanted to argue, but the golden pagoda spiritual weapon above his head suddenly lost its luster, shook and fell into Shen Qian's arms.
Shen Qian was stunned.
This is Jintahou's natal spiritual weapon, which means it is connected to his soul. The darkness at this time is undoubtedly announcing something.
Uncle Luo Shen sighed when he saw this, and then nodded gently to the princes around him.
The princes no longer hesitated and exerted their strength one after another. The light of the Nine Directions Seal became even brighter, and the light curtain sealing the center of the earth accelerated again. In the blink of an eye, only a gap of a hundred feet was left.
Shen Qian used his last strength to raise his head and looked through the gap into the depths of the geocentric city.
No figure appeared in his imagination. The last thing he saw was a dazzling seven-color brilliance. The brilliance was like a nuclear explosion, spreading outward in the shape of a ball.
The entire city in the center of the earth shook, and even the light curtain covering the entire center of the earth was shaken to the point of trembling.
But the trapped dragon formation that had been set up during the Nine Kings period was the strongest existing formation on the entire earth. Although it kept shaking, it was ultimately impregnable.
Whoa!
Suddenly, a huge arrow completely rendered in fiery red shot out from the brilliance of the ball, heading straight towards the dozens of feet of gap that had not yet been closed.
"Sink...forward!"
A low roar sounded, and an indifferent face appeared on the red arrow, with eyelashless eyes staring at Shen Qian who was still leaning in Uncle Luo Shen's arms.
"Quick!"
The expressions of many princes changed. They were still far away from each other, but they also felt the terror of missing the flaming red arrow.
They roared angrily and desperately poured the power of the stars into the Jiufang Seal. The Jiufang Seal, which was pushed to the extreme, even showed signs of melting.
The light curtain closed suddenly, but the red arrow still hit it head-on.
The exploding red light obscured Shen Qian's sight. He only saw the princes around him being thrown away silently. Uncle Luo Shen turned around and hugged him tightly, blocking the aftermath of all impacts with his body.
But under the violent shock, Shen Qian's body, which had been stretched to the extreme, could no longer support it. His vision went dark and he fell into a coma.
……
Winter! Winter! Winter!
The kitchen knife was chopped on the chopping board, and the middle-aged woman in an apron was carefully cutting a thick piece of carrot. Suddenly, a piece of it accidentally fell to the ground.
The middle-aged woman was a little annoyed, but she still picked up the piece of carrot, wiped it, stuffed it into her mouth and chewed it in small bites.
She poured all the remaining carrots into the soup pot on the side. There was already a pile of cooked meat and ribs mixed with noodles, and the aroma was fragrant.
"Old Chen, get your son up for breakfast!" Wang Xiaojuan glanced at her masterpiece with satisfaction, then turned around and shouted.
Shen Liang, who was sitting on the sofa reading the newspaper, got up when he heard the words, glanced at the silent bedroom door, thought for a while and walked to his wife, whispering: "Let him sleep for a while, I went to the National Martial Arts Center to register yesterday.
Being wiped out will probably have a big impact on the children..."
"How can that be okay? Today is the first day of high school for him. If he doesn't do it, he will be late!"
Wang Xiaojuan immediately quit and muttered as she walked towards the small bedroom, "What's so good about martial arts? If you fight and kill all day long, something will happen sooner or later. I think it's better to just focus on liberal arts..."
Squeak!
At this moment, the door of the small bedroom was opened violently, and Shen Qian, wearing a brand new uniform of No. 7 Middle School, rushed out.
"Dad, Mom, I'm leaving first!"
Before the astonished Wang Xiaojuan could react, Shen Qian, carrying a schoolbag, had already rushed out of the room.
Touch!
It wasn't until the door was closed that Wang Xiaojuan realized what she was doing and jumped up in anger, "You don't want to eat noodles?"
Shen Liang was also a little stunned, and then hurried to comfort Wang Xiaojuan, "It's okay, it's okay, it'll be the same when you come back to eat at night..."
"The carrots you eat at night are no longer fresh. Do you know how much a pound of carrots sell for now!"
"Hum, these carrots are not fresh to begin with. You must have gone to Lao Zhou's house to buy them cheaply. You just healed the scar and forgot about the pain. You forgot that we had diarrhea for a week last time when we ate that cauliflower...
…”
"Shen Liang, are you blaming me now?"
"Cough cough cough, this..."
The screams of the middle-aged man inside the house were faintly heard, but the young man had already rushed out of the residential building and stood still at the entrance of the community.
Uncle Hu stuck his head out of the security booth and said somewhat strangely, "Hey, kid, today is the first day of school. Why don't you hurry up and take the bus?"
"Uncle Hu, do you think I can run to school within thirty minutes?"
Shen Qian looked back in shock.
"What are you daydreaming about? No. 7 Middle School is at least eight kilometers away from here in a straight line. If you can run half of it in thirty minutes, you are considered great!"
Old Man Hu immediately sneered.
"Then if I can run there within thirty minutes, does that mean I'm not far from the warrior?"
Shen Qian's eyes lit up when he heard this. He finally took out the admission notice and took a look at it. It also included the admission list of Class 109, the first year of high school.
Among all the fancy names, those three simple strokes are unusually eye-catching.
Shen Qian giggled a few times, made another cheering gesture, and then ran away under the incomprehensible eyes of Old Man Hu.
Those steps full of motivation kept moving, as if the young man was running towards more than just school.
At this time, a figure appeared silently in the sky. He was wearing a long white suit and stood quietly above the city, overlooking everything below.
Gao Wenyuan's eyes finally rested on the young man who was panting but gritting his teeth and refused to stop. A faint smile spread out from the corner of his mouth.
"Found it..."
Gao Wenyuan gently uttered three words, feeling relieved.
At the same time, another figure emerged not far from Gao Wenyuan, looking at the handsome uncle with a complicated look.
"Teacher..."
Shen Qian, who had lost his youthful spirit, called out.
But Gao Wenyuan did not respond.
The reason is very simple, this is not reality, but just Shen Qian’s own dream.
In a deep coma, Shen Qian dreamed of this day. This was not only a dream, but also a real flash of memories.
After Shen Qian's mental power reached a certain level, combined with his "omniscient" degree, he was able to explore his past in this way, and unexpectedly discovered many details that he could not have known back then.
This is Shen Qian's first day in high school.
It turns out that Big Lao Gao had already noticed him at that time.
In other words, the change in his destiny was far earlier than he imagined.
At that time, my dream was so simple: to become a warrior respected by everyone, and then propose to Ding Yi in a glorious way... This was the initial pursuit of the border town boy.
But now that everything is at your fingertips, these have become the most trivial things.
Shen Qian was silent for a while, feeling the wind in Jingcheng in his memory, and then knew that it was time to wake up.
With a wave of his hand, all the pictures were shattered, and the fatigue and pain of his body came back again.
Shen Qian slowly opened his eyes and looked up to see a depth.
Immediately after a subtle feeling came, Shen Qian immediately grasped everything in this space.
This is...the interior of the Vientiane Tower.
Shen Qian suddenly sat up and woke up a plump woman who was in trance beside him.
"Shen Qian, you wake up!"
The woman stood up, surprise appearing on her beautiful cheeks. Compared with before, she was less aloof and distant.
"Huh... Uncle Luo Shen."
Shen Qian said hello, and then turned his head as if he had something to say. There was another young man lying on the ground not far from him.
This young man is none other than Shen Qian’s seventh senior brother Gu Donglai, who had an extremely complicated experience.
"How did he..." Shen Qian was a little surprised.
"He was injured by Duke Yanshang at that time. Because he did not resist, the injury was extremely serious. Because of the special situation now, only the Wanxiang Tower is safe, so we sent him in together with the password left by Jinta Hou to let him rest and recover.
”
Luo Shenbo explained.
Shen Qian nodded slightly, and then felt a little blocked in his heart. Judging from his perception just now, the connection between Jintahou and the Vientiane Tower has been completely severed. This undoubtedly shows that Jintahou has really fallen...
"How long have I been unconscious?" Shen Qian asked.
"Nearly five days..." Uncle Luo Shen said, "Uncle Qian Huan originally wanted to help you heal, but your third senior brother stopped you. He said that you are suffering from the sequelae of the secret method. We'd better not interfere. You should be able to recover on your own.
."
"Third senior brother is right."
Shen Qian nodded, knowing that Shi Dingyan was worried about the secrets that might exist in his body, so he wouldn't let others touch him.
Then Shen Qian took a deep breath and asked: "What is the situation outside now? Has the Dragon Trap Formation worked?"