Chapter 168 Leave it to Jiangnan Strange Hero Murong Fu (Part 2)
Sikong Jian was independent on the ladder, and all he could see were his defeated generals. This should have been a moment of satisfaction for him, but a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes.
Because his two fingers were holding a twisted fire pill.
Logically speaking, this fire pill should have hit Murong Fu's heart accurately, but the result was completely different, almost killing him with one shot.
Simply missed? Or...
Sikong Jian frowned slightly, looking through the layers of walls and looking directly at the glass tablet that fell next to Zhu Miao'er.
He had clearly sensed that the sign emitted strong energy fluctuations at the last moment, which disrupted his magical power, allowing Zhu Miaoer to seize the fleeting opportunity to adjust the muzzle in time.
However, he quickly withdrew his gaze. No matter how weird the glass tablet was, there would be plenty of time to study it in the future. The top priority right now was to get through the catastrophe of the illusory mind as quickly as possible.
Sikong Jian calmed down and looked down at Princess Youqing in his arms. His feather-fan-like eyelashes were fluttering in and out, and his expression was calm and soft, as if he was asleep.
He doesn't have much charm in his heart. Women are all pink skeletons to him anyway. The only thing that really deserves his attention is Princess Youqing's status as a clan member.
The Zhulong Purple Qi Dao Palace was sealed into her body with great supernatural powers!
Even though Sikong Jian was usually deep in the city, at this juncture, he couldn't help but feel a bit of fanaticism in his brows, and he murmured excitedly: "The secret of His Highness Prince Xuan, and the exquisite martial arts he left behind..."
The various phantoms suspended around him gradually solidified, and soon evolved into scenes such as the desert Gobi. In this self-contained small world, mandala flowers as black as ink suddenly bloomed.
The ladder that Huan Xin Jie descended also trembled sharply, starting from the bottom and collapsing layer by layer, approaching Sikong Jian's foothold little by little.
Sikong Jian turned a blind eye to everything outside. He was immersed in his own world.
He wants to use the prototype of his dojo to forcibly annex the Zhulong Purple Air Dao Palace, thereby rebuilding the world!
"Let me see the legendary ashram of the saint!"
"Oh, it turns out it's called the Saint's Dojo."
Who? Who is talking!
Sikong Jian's eyes suddenly shrank, and his heart suddenly skipped a beat. Princess Youqing, who had been sleeping all this time, opened her eyes quietly, raised the corners of her mouth slightly, and blinked narrowly at him.
"Even if I have to disappoint you."
This sudden change is nothing short of setting off a storm in Sikong Jian's heart.
Fell into a trap!
The moment he realized something was wrong, the scenery in front of him suddenly distorted, and the facial features and figure of Princess Youqing became illusory and misaligned. A feeling of top-heavy dizziness swept over him, making him almost unable to stand.
Stable.
Perception is confused, confusing the real with the fake, this is...
The four wind wheels manifest the Taoist ritual?!
How could Sikong Jian not know that he had been subjected to the "turn of events" by the young man in white without knowing it? He gritted his teeth and said: "Mu! Rong! Fu! You despicable villain!
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'Princess Youqing' put a finger on his lips, shook her head and said: "Shh, keep your voice down, don't let the fans below hear it. My idol has a heavy burden."
"Bah..."
Snap!
A crisp slap interrupted Sikong Jian's yelling. In his stunned eyes, 'Princess Youqing' slowly turned into a handsome young man, and even his voice became a lot thicker.
"I told you to keep your voice down."
Sikong Jian opened his mouth slightly and looked at Ning Yan's hand that hit him, but in the end he didn't say anything. His face quickly returned to calm, and he closed his eyes and adjusted his breathing.
There is no point in showing off one's words, and this level of humiliation is nothing. He must concentrate on breaking free from his supernatural powers as soon as possible!
When Ning Yan saw this, he quietly hid his numb palms behind his back. He had to secretly sigh that this guy's character and talent were really rare in the world. Even if he deliberately provoked him, he wouldn't be fooled. It was really a headache.
Until now, I still have no choice but to use that trick...
Ning Yan's eyes flashed, and he borrowed Wuzhi Qi's remaining dharma power to use his magical power to transmit a message: "Miss Jing, take the princess away as far as possible."
When 'Ning Yan' at the ferry heard this, she held the unconscious woman tightly in her arms and said anxiously: "Then what should you do?"
"I have my own way."
"No! I can't leave you..."
"Okay, it's not a separation between life and death, so why are you slapping me?" Ning Yan took a long breath and smiled freely: "Just run away, the rest -"
"Leave it to Jiangnan Strange Hero Murong Fu."
After Ning Yan finished speaking, he ignored the other party's reaction and unilaterally cut off the magical sound transmission.
He knew very well that even Zheng Tiangong in his heyday could not be Sikongjian's opponent at this time. Of course, it would be in vain for him, who had no choice but to take advantage of him.
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From the beginning, there was only one way to win, and that was to break Sikong Jian’s illusion of mind.
Ning Yan has been planning for so long just to induce the other party to use the Four Wind Wheel to manifest the Taoist ritual and create an opportunity to get close!
Sikong Jian seemed to feel something. He suddenly opened his eyes, and his originally stooped back gradually straightened up. With a clenched fist, the number of mandala flowers in the dojo's prototype suddenly increased dramatically, filling up into a sea of flowers in the blink of an eye.
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The overflowing floral fragrance went straight into Ning Yan's nose, and he was about to smell a wisp of it. His eyelids were as heavy as a stone, and he couldn't lift them up. His head was even more dizzy, and he couldn't distinguish between east, west and north.
It’s done.
Sikong Jian sneered, but before he could be happy for a long time, a burning sensation suddenly came from his chest.
He is fast, but I would rather say it is faster than him!
"Your Dharma appearance is very good."
In the midst of the lightning and flint, Ning Yan stooped down and stamped his palm on Sikong Jian's chest. It was as if his palm melted and sank directly into his body.
"Now..."
"It's mine."
He transforms into the third level of Zi Zi Tian and takes advantage of others!
Before Sikong Jian understood the meaning, the burning sensation instantly turned into an icy chill, penetrating into his spine, his three fields, and every nerve.
It was a tremor from the soul.
"What are you doing!"
Sikong Jian tried hard to force his hands to resist, but his body refused to obey at all. He could only watch Ning Yan pull out a shining glazed square tablet from his golden palace!
He felt that something important in his body was being rapidly withdrawn, followed by various illusions, misty fairyland, towering treasure trees, swaying shrines... A strange world revealed icebergs in front of him.
A corner!
Sikong Jian looked at the sky absentmindedly, like a traveler who had been wandering for a long time and returned to his dream hometown. He couldn't help but want to relax and integrate into it.
Is this my destination...
No, that’s not right!
How could I fall here!
On the other side, Ning Yan was about to completely pull out Sikong Jian's dharma image and end the battle, when suddenly, a strong big hand grabbed his arm heavily.
Sikong Jian's distracted child Kong had regained his focus, stared at the glass tablet, and shouted angrily like crazy: "Give it back to me!"
"Stop talking nonsense! Bring it to me!"
The victory or defeat was just a hair away, Ning Yan had already pushed his transformation to the extreme. The red light in his eyes flashed, and he kept using the blood suit technique to make up for the injuries caused by Sikong Jian's dying counterattack. Even his body shape was visible to the naked eye.
The speed is drying up.
Sikong Jian tried his best, but why wasn't he risking his life?
Even if he exhausts all his energy and blood, he cannot let go at this moment.
At the same time, the sea of flowers finally spread from virtual reality to the ladder, swallowing up the two people entangled in the sky!