Chapter 404: Flowers and Thousands of Trees at Night
While the Taotie was rolling, the city lords in the sky took the opportunity to use their magical powers.
Behind Miss Zhao, thousands of trees bloomed at night, lighting up half of the sky, stabbing at Taotie under her finger.
All the sword immortals also started to move together, and for a moment the shadow of the sword stirred the black clouds from top to bottom, forming a whirlpool, and in the center of the whirlpool was the rolling Taotie.
The swords fell one after another, splashing blood on Taotie's body, which made Taotie wake up in pain. If he didn't resist at this time, he would have no choice but to sit back and wait for death.
Taotie stood up suddenly, lying slightly on his stomach, his belly bulging like a toad.
When another round of sword shadows fell, "Wow!" Taotie looked up to the sky and roared.
Under the bright sword light, Yu Sheng saw that as Taotie roared, an invisible wall appeared above it.
The shadow of the sword could not fall, and the pouring rain stopped for a moment before actually gathering into a stream in mid-air and creating a whirlpool.
The Taotie roared for a long time without stopping. The shadow of the sword stopped and was wrapped in the swirling water, forming a terrifying spectacle.
The city lords know that as long as Taotie remains in a stalemate until Taotie's energy subsides, or if he uses more force to break through the wall, Taotie will surely perish.
So Jian Pingsheng threw his shuriken away, and after performing two sword techniques with great difficulty, the long sword spun above his head, creating streaks of sword light, like an upside-down cauliflower.
With a finger of his hand, the cauliflower rotated, and endless sword shadows stabbed at Taotie, like a machine gun, constantly attacking Taotie's defense.
However, Taotie's aura never ceased, and he continued to roar, using his own power to fight against many city lords.
Until the sound of the long whistle rose again, making a harsh sound like a baby crying, which made everyone restless and their ears numb.
"Pa", the ball wrapped in rain burst, and the sword shadow was pushed towards the city lords in the sky.
"Retreat," Yan Ting shouted hurriedly, but it was too late. Thick swords and rainwater hit the city lords, causing them to abandon their helmets and armor, or be hit or knocked back.
Aunt Qing, who was standing in front of the team, was also hit. The sword spirit under her feet tried hard to stabilize her body. Even so, Aunt Qing also spit out a mouthful of blood.
Only then did Aunt Qing remember another name for Taotie, a name given to it by the sage who coined the word - Roe Owl (páo xiāo).
Taotie's roar was the most powerful, but because it was delicious, it was later replaced by the name Taotie.
Of course, the city lords would not ignore Taotie's roar, but they did not expect it to be so powerful that it could block the concentrated attack of the city lords.
As the sword formation was broken, Aunt Qing knew that the power of the city lord could at best be at a standstill with Taotie, which reminded her of the Battle of Long Bo.
Back then, the human immortals in the Eastern Wasteland were not so miserable, and the number of immortals they had was at least double digits.
However, after the Battle of Long Bo, most of them died, and only a handful of immortals survived.
These immortals are naturally not among these city lords.
Firstly, it was because their city was far away from Dongshan, and secondly, the witch academy did not invite them, lest they come and take over the position of alliance leader.
When Yu Sheng saw her aunt vomiting blood, her eyes turned red, and she only regretted that she couldn't fly, or didn't know how to fly.
"Mirror, have you found the mirror?" Yu Sheng called into the inn, while looking at Aunt Qing in the sky with concern.
"No," Zhen Zi stuck his head out and shouted to Yu Sheng, "You can try the Wish-Mong-Chan Dafa, it might work."
"Don't be joking at this time..." Yu Sheng was saying when he saw Zhenzi taking off an ironwood hairpin with gold and silver carvings from his head.
"I succeeded." Zhenzi said.
For the rest of his life, he was stunned. He actually created a spell accidentally. He was worthy of being the son of King Donghuang.
"Follow me," Zhenzi said to Yu Sheng. She clasped her hands together and "pictured the image of the mirror in her mind."
Yu Sheng followed Zhenzi last time, but was scared away by a palm-sized mirror. Now he may be seeking medical treatment for a sudden illness, so Yu Sheng followed Zhenzi and clasped his hands together.
As soon as I closed my eyes, the mirror that was as big as a palm, carved with dragons and ugly beasts came into Yu Sheng's mind, and fear and trembling arose in my heart.
"Don't give up." Zhen Zi reminded him hurriedly when he saw Yu Sheng frowning and shaking slightly.
When he closed his eyes, Taotie, who had forced the city lords back, no longer cared about them, but focused on Yu Sheng.
It heard very clearly that the silver gun that injured his eye was ordered by this kid.
Now old hatreds are filled with new hatreds, and the only way to relieve the hatred in my heart is to eat them alive.
Taotie stepped to the river and attacked Yu Sheng.
Yan Ting was shocked, but then he breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Taotie moving his hind legs with difficulty.
"When did Taotie get injured on his hind leg?" He wondered. They had only injured Taotie twice now, so who did the injury?
Aunt Qing couldn't think about this. The Taotie was too big. Although her hind legs were inconvenient, as long as she took two steps forward, her head would be on Yu Sheng's head.
"Xiao Yu'er, flash!" Aunt Qing shouted.
He heard nothing for the rest of his life. He was immersed in the long-ago memories stored in his mind, maintaining his connection with the mirror.
He saw the mirror, small and exquisite, but the fear sealed in his memory prevented him from looking directly.
After being killed by Taotie and losing their armor, the other city lords had not yet regrouped. Seeing that the rest of their lives would be at Taotie's doorstep, Aunt Qing could no longer care about anything else.
She crossed her hands and wrists with difficulty, trembling slightly, beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, and she gritted her teeth and forcibly formed a sword technique.
A budding peony suddenly appeared behind her, and with Aunt Qing's painstaking support, it bloomed in an orderly manner.
But Aunt Qing couldn't hold on any longer. When the flowers were half blooming and the sword was about to lose control, she shouted "Go!"
The sword that formed the peony flower instantly fell towards Taotie's head.
Taotie didn't take it seriously at first, but soon, each sword light made two, and two gave birth to three, and in an instant it turned into a bigger peony, wrapping Taotie around it.
Aunt Qing held the sword skills, her face was as pale as paper. Seeing Hei Niu rushing out to pull Yu Sheng away, she felt relieved, but she did not dare to relax the sword net at all.
"Plop", like the sound of broken glass, the peony sword net was shattered by the red balls spat out by Taotie, and one even hit Qingyi high in the sky.
The little aunt was already at the end of her strength and could not move her body at all.
Fortunately, there was a spiritual sword under her feet, which carried her away instantly.
Even so, the afterglow of the explosion of red balls also affected Miss Zhao, causing her to fall off the sword.
There were also red flames falling on her body, burning quietly.
For the rest of my life at Taotie's feet, I forced myself to look at that mirror in my thoughts.
In the midst of panic, a monster appeared on the mirror with only muscles, bones, internal organs, and white bones. You could even see a bloody heart beating.
This is the mirror that Yu Sheng is looking for. It is exactly the same as the storyteller's legend, and it is also exactly the same as the mirror stored in Yu Sheng's memory when he was young.
Yu Sheng subconsciously wanted to throw it away, but a memory reminded him of it and made him hold on.
"Wow, wow", in the memory, there is a baby crying.
"How can you be such a mother-in-law to tease your son with this mirror?" Aunt Qing's voice rang in my ears.
"You don't understand this, do you? My grandma said that this kid won't cry when he is born, so there is nothing wrong with him. I have to practice hard." A woman said something arrogant.
Her face was very blurry, and I couldn't remember her appearance for the rest of my life, but Aunt Qing's face was extremely clear, exactly the same as now.