Infinity: Our Zhongzhou team is really amazing!

Chapter 463 Heaven! Goddess of the Luo River, save me! (14)

Dr. Zhuang leaned against a withered old horse, struggling to use the last bit of his magical power to repair his body.

The remaining true energy and death power within his body were all poured out in that final magic cannon shot.

Having had his Myriad Tribulations Golden Core, the Light of the Mind, and the Source of Cursed Power sealed away, he now only has the most basic physical strength left.

Because of the four long nails entering his body, which caused an indescribable and terrifying suppression, his body could only unlock the third-tier gene lock at most.

That's enough to deal with ordinary people.

But this is a land of ghosts.

Dealing with the demon god.

We're really doomed.

It's no different from asking an ordinary person to deal with a clone of Zheng Zha.

It can be extinguished with a single breath.

At the last moment, Zhuang Boshi was ready to use his privileges to return to the Main God Space.

But if they did that, it would be tantamount to abandoning all their teammates, and the Zhongzhou team would have to start all over again.

Zheng Zha, Zhu Wen, Zhao Yingkong, and Chu Xuan can still be revived, but what about the other teammates?
Must we, like Zheng Zha in the original story, search through three eras and enter the Primordial Era before finding the world of Narnia?
So at the last moment, he used the withered ghost eye that Yang Jian had given him to shield himself.

He won his bet.

This ghostly eye delayed part of the Four Horsemen's blockade, giving him the opportunity to condense the final magic cannon.

But the incarnation of God had already sensed it by then. Fortunately, Yang Xiuqing appeared and distracted him for a moment, giving him a chance to fire that last magic cannon.

Yang Xiuqing then threw herself out of Tianjing City, which she could not leave.

As for why he was able to do it.

Clearly, only the law of causality can deal with the law of causality.

With the old-fashioned glasses on Yang Xiuqing's nose, it was hard for Zhuang Boshi not to recognize who that guy was.

Has Chu Xuan turned into a ghost?
He followed himself to this time and space, and was controlled by Yang Xiuqing?
But just now, Zhuang Boshi begged and pleaded with the sky for a long time, calling out to Chu Xuan.

Yang Xiuqing never appeared again.

However, this is the only good news.

Since Chu Xuan has made some arrangements.

That means there is still hope.

Can not give up.

Bosch rekindled confidence.

Otherwise, he would be suffering from multiple injuries now.

Let alone a god or a demon, even a random little devil would be difficult to deal with.

Next, I need to find a place to shelter myself.

And to remove the seals binding him.

To restore strength for other purposes.

But are there any other supernatural entities in this world that can do these two things?
He frowned and took out a small magic bottle from his spatial bracelet.

I put two drops on myself.

Saito created the Fructose.

I've had enough bad luck already, I hope I can have some good fortune.

The effect was noticeable after the drops were applied.

He turned a corner and came to a withered peach tree.

The last peach blossom slowly fell from the branch.

Zhuang Boshi slapped his thigh and exclaimed excitedly, "Your Majesty!"

There really is such a place!
Our beloved Goddess Luo, oh, Peach Blossom Spring!

As the source of powerful supernatural abilities such as ghost paintings, ghost domains, infinite invasions, and reboots, even if he can't defeat the Ghost God.

We can definitely block it!

And there was that bloody cross on her face during the final battle.

And the blood cross that was invaded in the ghost painting.

Doesn't this just show that the Goddess of the Luo River and the God of Ghosts clashed in this era?

Although I don't know whether I'll win or lose.

At least the Peach Blossom Spring didn't continue to exist for several decades.

However, the only problem is that Peach Blossom Spring is at least a thousand kilometers away from this place.

With this horse, we might get entangled by bandits or Qing troops on the road, and those Blood Angels are still looking for us everywhere!

I wonder if Chu Xuan helped me with a causal shield, otherwise I really wouldn't have been able to reach Peach Blossom Spring by luck alone.

He regretted not putting a flying broom in his space bracelet earlier, relying on his ability to fly.

Even if it's a terrible situation, it's still better than having to walk on your own two legs.

"Rob money, rob food, rob women!"

A group of ragged bandits walked across the canyon ahead.

Their direction was north.

Suddenly, Zhuang Boshi had a good idea. He put two drops of Felix Felicis on himself, spurred his horse forward, and rode up.
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On the march.

Rain was falling softly from the sky.

It's the rainy season now, and this rain has been falling for more than half a month.

The Yangtze River will soon be flooded.

Jiang Wuyang glanced back and whispered to Pang Qingyun, "Brother, I see he's covered in wounds, but his face is pale. He came from the southwest, so he's probably not a good guy."

To the southwest lies Nanjing, which was occupied by the Taiping rebels.

Zhao Hu said nonchalantly, "He gave us the only gold ingot he had, just wanting us to take him along. We happen to be going the same way anyway, and we're on our way to surrender to the imperial court, so what's there to be afraid of?"

Pang Qingyun seemed to be deep in thought.

He originally intended to lead this band of bandits to surrender to Lord Li at the Jiangbei camp. It didn't matter if there were one more or one less person, especially since the man had already paid him to pass through.

However, Jiang Wuyang's words were not without reason. Jiangnan is in chaos right now, and for someone to go out with a large sum of money, it's either a sign of ignorance or recklessness.

Look at his fair complexion.

Could it be that the sons of scholars who were previously trapped by the Taiping Army, unable to bear the oppression of the Taiping Army, deliberately cut their hair to join the Qing Army?

He walked to the back and said to Zhuang Boshi, who was riding a skinny horse, "Brother Zhuang, you look so dignified. Could it be that you were forced to become an outlaw..."

"I've heard they're in turmoil. Do you know what the situation is like on the Taiping Rebellion's side?"

"The heads are rolling, but that long-haired bandit..." Zhuang Boshi deliberately whispered, "That long-haired villain can use sorcery, it's really strange. Brother Pang, have you heard of him?"

As Zhuang Boshi spoke, he secretly observed Pang Qingyun's expression.

Pang Qingyun was a minor officer in the Qing army's Green Standard Army, and his expression changed.

“I originally wanted to join the government army, but does the government army have a way to deal with that hairy angel?” Zhuang Boshi pressed.

“Brother Zhuang is indeed a man of great insight. He must be a big shot in Nanjing.” Pang Qingyun said in a low voice, “In the previous battle, the government troops were no match for those angels of the Taiping Rebels. They were able to easily drive us from Guangxi to Wuchang and then to Nanjing.”

"Now, Jiangnan is about to fall."

"However, I heard that the imperial court has recently found a way to train a large number of local militias."

"They're dealing with those long-haired men who use sorcery, while we just need to charge into battle on the front lines."

Zhuang Boshi tentatively asked, "Does the imperial court have any solutions?"

Pang Qingyun shook his head: "It is said that he worshipped a seven-faced demon god."

"We scholars should keep our distance from these supernatural beings and ghosts."

"Brother Zhuang, since you're going to see Lord Li anyway, you can just ask him then."

"I heard that Lord Li and Lord Peng are studying countermeasures at the Jiangbei camp."

"We've made some progress."

"We will soon head south."

Zhuang Boshi had only approached the matter with a try-it-and-see attitude, but unexpectedly, he actually obtained some clues.

Did the Qing army have this capability?
He was very skeptical.

That was God himself descending!
Could it be that the Qing army invited the Eternal Heaven or shaman from their ancestral graves?
Is this thing a ghost too?

Regardless, the stronger the Qing army, the better; diverting the trouble eastward might actually be a viable strategy.

He instigated the Qing army to attack the Heavenly Kingdom, drawing the attention of the Blood Angels and creating an opportunity for himself to escape.

In his current state, let alone making it to the next world.

The fact that I've been able to survive until now is thanks to Felix Felicis and compound decoctions, which changed my appearance and increased my luck.

However, taking too much FLU has side effects; it might prematurely deplete your luck, and you might just bump into a ghost god drinking coffee on the street.

He could only hope that luck would be on his side, that he would reach Peach Blossom Spring, and then find another opportunity to remove the nails from his body.

Ghostly Brothers, I hope you can pull some strings, otherwise I'll have to go find that wishing ghost brother who's nowhere to be found again.

"We're almost there." Pang Qingyun pointed ahead, his expression somewhat complicated.

"Brother Zhuang, may you come with me to pay your respects to Lord Li?"

"With your talent, you will surely be highly valued by Lord Li."

Just as Zhuang Boshi was about to agree, he had already planned to find an opportunity to replace Lord Li.

He used his identity to issue orders and instigate the Qing army's counterattack.

Mixing the waters will only lead to mutual destruction.

Zhuang Boshi looked at the silent city of Dachang in the darkness.

Dachang City is located on a major transportation route and has been contested repeatedly over the years.

The Taiping Heavenly Kingdom and the Qing government fought several bloody battles here, and after the war, the area was reduced to a wasteland.

Now in the hands of the Qing army, it is a huge military camp, a good place for many peasants from the lower classes to try their luck in their careers.

But at this moment, the last rays of sunlight had already set behind the mountain.

The dark clouds in the sky grew lower and lower.

The rain was getting heavier.

The vast city of Dachang was shrouded in darkness and twilight, making it impossible to discern its shape.

and--

This large military camp, which should have housed hundreds of thousands of soldiers, was now as quiet as a tomb.

(End of this chapter)