Chu Zhiyuan frowned, staring at him.
Huang Shirong and the other two women also stared at him.
Could it be that the five Grand Masters had encountered trouble?
This was almost impossible. In this world, only Grand Masters could stop Grand Masters.
Even if Jade Cauldron Sect had Grand Masters, they couldn't have too many. It was absolutely impossible for them to simultaneously block five Grand Masters. But looking at his expression, he might have seen the five Grand Masters.
Daring to speak here with such confidence, his expression leisurely and unhurried, he was clearly certain that the five Grand Masters wouldn't come. Why wouldn't they come after hearing the signal?
They should know that this was the signal sent by Chu Zhiyuan. If they heard the signal, they should have arrived by now.
Either they didn't hear the signal, or they were held back by someone or something. In any case, it's troublesome. Chu Zhiyuan's lips moved.
"Huang, prepare to escape."
Huang Shirong immediately stopped her movement to step forward.
Chu Zhiyuan's lips were still moving: "I have no chance of winning. Observe the situation and act accordingly. Don't rush to move, to avoid attracting his attention." Huang Shirong looked at him.
Chu Zhiyuan said: "His target is me. Don't come near me, or there's a chance to escape."
"Go to the palace and find a Grand Master to save me." As Chu Zhiyuan spoke, he suddenly shot out with both hands: "Leave when I tell you to leave." "Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi!"
Streams of white light shot out.
At the same time, a piece of jade token shot towards Huang Shirong. Huang Shirong solemnly caught it.
She turned her head to look at Wen Qianqian and Xu Mengyu, whose jade faces were tense, and gently shook her head, signaling them to be calm and not to act rashly. "Hey, this trick is useless."
Zhang Youling let out a hearty laugh, his figure flashing, moving and swaying between several white lights, conjuring up streams of figures. He dodged and rushed towards Chu Zhiyuan.
The Four Spirits Formation operated.
Guo Chi and the other three's figures flashed, their astral energy connected to each other to form a ring.
"Hey, interesting, there's even a formation." Zhang Youling slapped down with a palm, not caring at all.
"Bang!" In the muffled sound, a ring of astral energy faintly emerged.
Guo Chi and the other three continued to move their feet, maintaining the operation of the formation. Zhang Youling's forward momentum was blocked.
"Again!" Zhang Youling slapped again, unconvinced. "Bang!"
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
He continuously struck out with his palms, even waving both palms together.
Dark green palm prints condensed in the air, each the size of a human hand, becoming clearer and clearer, like palm prints carved from jade. The palm prints continuously crashed into the increasingly clear ring of astral energy.
Chu Zhiyuan drew out a short sword from his sleeve.
The wooden short sword suddenly blazed with purple flames, which then deepened, turning into a dark purple long sword. He stepped forward and swung the sword.
A mass of purple light suddenly burst open, like thousands of trees and thousands of pear blossoms blooming, enveloping Zhang Youling.
His figure flashed, and he joined forces with Guo Chi and the other three, forming the Five Spirits Formation on the basis of the Four Spirits Formation. The power of Guo Chi and the other three was immediately added to his body.
His tyrannical body, forged by the Dragon Transformation Art, now displayed its true colors. With the power of Guo Chi and the other three added, he could still bear it. Extremely thick inner force rolled within his wide and tough meridians, constantly becoming purer as he circulated his inner cultivation method.
He secretly felt regret.
The existence of the Bronze Tower limited the purity of these thick astral energies. No matter how he circulated them, it would be difficult to increase the purity of the astral energy.
The power of astral energy came from purity and concentration, just like two wooden sticks colliding. The one that was both strong and sturdy would inevitably gain the upper hand. His current wooden stick was strong, but not sturdy enough.
But compared to being neither strong nor sturdy, he still had some chance of winning.
"As expected of the First Prince of Da Jing, I like it, haha....."
Chu Zhiyuan retreated and stopped, returning to the Four Spirits Formation again.
He held the black long sword and calmly looked at Zhang Youling: "The five Grand Masters have gone to exterminate your Jade Cauldron Sect, you escaped, right?"
"Escape?" Zhang Youling shook his head: "Why should I escape?"
Chu Zhiyuan frowned.
Zhang Youling smiled: "With the five Grand Masters gone, Jade Capital City must be very empty now, right?"
Chu Zhiyuan frowned: "Luring the tiger away from the mountain?"
"Smart!" Zhang Youling clapped his hands and laughed: "I'm more and more satisfied. You're smart and clever, and you have these miraculous skills. They will all become mine. This time, the harvest is too great. Even if I don't enter Jade Capital City, it's enough, haha!" Chu Zhiyuan frowned: "There are still Grand Masters in Jade Capital City."
"Just give up." Zhang Youling said: "The Grand Masters in Jade Capital City have all been transferred away. Today is Xuan Day!"
"So what if it's Xuan Day!" Chu Zhiyuan said: "Regardless of whether the Grand Masters are here or not, the Emperor is always here. Under the Son of Heaven's sword, you will die without a doubt." He frowned secretly.
What is Xuan Day?
There is no record of this in my mind. There is no mention of this Xuan Day in Tongtian Pavilion or Mingwu Hall.
"For a small person like me, it's not worth using the Son of Heaven's sword." Zhang Youling laughed: "Alright, I've seen your skills, I'm very satisfied. Now, come into me!" His hair suddenly flew up, his green robe fluttered, and his skin quickly lost its color, as if it were transparent.
His eyes were like two whirlpools, trying to draw away people's souls.
He instantly became strange, inhuman.
Like a god or ghost.
Chu Zhiyuan's figure swayed, and he once again combined with Guo Chi and the other three to form the Five Spirits Formation, and the vast astral energy rolled in his body.
The black long sword swung out, meeting Zhang Youling.
"Return!"
Zhang Youling formed a strange hand seal with both hands, and let out a strange shout.
This shout seemed to resound throughout the heavens and the earth, and all things heard it.
Chu Zhiyuan's mind went blank.
A dragon's roar sounded in his mind.
As soon as the dragon's roar sounded, he immediately woke up.
He found that Zhang Youling's right palm was already pressed against his dantian, and a strange suction force was fiercely pulling the astral energy in his dantian.
In the dantian, astral energy surged, like a whirlpool in the sea blown by a strong wind.
The strong wind howled, but the whirlpool in the sea rotated steadily.
This was the orifice opened by the second level of the Dragon Transformation Art.
Once this orifice was opened, the astral energy was like a whirlpool, and Zhang Youling's evil skill could not shake it. No matter how red his face became, he remained motionless. Huang Shirong and the others stopped moving, their expressions blank.
Chu Zhiyuan glanced at Zhang Youling, who closed his eyes and desperately circulated his power.
A third eye was opening on Zhang Youling's brow, but it didn't show under the skin, but it didn't hide from his super-sense. It was a vertical eye.
Chu Zhiyuan's left hand turned the sword finger into a fist, and the Great Heavenly Dragon Fist pounded towards the eye on his brow. Zhang Youling suddenly opened his eyes and met the Great Heavenly Dragon Fist with his left palm.
"Bang!" Zhang Youling flew straight out.
Chu Zhiyuan's figure flashed, following Zhang Youling closely, and then another punch. "Return!" Zhang Youling formed a hand seal in the air and screamed.
Chu Zhiyuan's mind went blank, and then the dragon's roar sounded, and his brain regained clarity.
The Great Heavenly Dragon Fist re-condensed, and a punch slammed heavily on Zhang Youling's chest, causing him to fly straight out, spraying blood arrows in the air. "Chi!" A black shadow flashed.
The Night Blade slashed across, piercing through Zhang Youling's back.
"You..." Zhang Youling widened his eyes in disbelief.
His hands exploded with two loud "bang" sounds, blood mist filled the air, and his figure instantly disappeared. The blood mist dissipated, and he was gone without a trace.
Chu Zhiyuan breathed a sigh of relief.
