Immortality starts from the liver proficiency

Chapter 141 Retreat

"Crack!"

The sound of neck bones breaking mixed with the sound of boiling lava.

The young man whose neck was twisted still had half a peach wood talisman hanging around his waist. It was the evil-repelling talisman that Fu Jin gave him on his birthday last year.

The third disciple suddenly jumped up and bit Fu Jin's wrist with his teeth.

Fu Jin's fingers flicked and struck, and at the moment when his crown shattered, Fu Jin's voice sounded like it was squeezed out from an anvil.

"Zhou Wanniang, the only daughter of an embroiderer in Jinchengnan, Yangzhou, Jiangnan Road..." He tore open the dead woman's clothes, revealing a jade pendant that was crooked at the collarbone.

"Her mother told me to take good care of her..."

The disciple next to him rolled his eyes and suddenly spoke in human language: "Master...save me..."

Fu Jin's fingers froze in mid-air.

The young man had a centipede-shaped scar on his neck, which was caused by the iron fire when he was personally teaching blacksmithing.

"Sun Xiaoyi!"

Fu Jin's eyes were bloodshot and his palm-leaf fan fell down.

"You fucking said you'd take over my legacy"

The moment the flames engulfed the pleading, the lighting stone on the dome of the underground fire room suddenly exploded.

Xu Yunfan saw the winding water marks on Fu Jin's face.

When he walked out of the underground fire room, Xu Yunfan stood on a high building of the Casting Army Hall and quietly overlooked the entire city.

The sulfurous stench of the cremated corpses in the underground fire chamber swept across my nose with the smell of burning in the night wind.

He looked at the shattered Tiangong City below. Half of the mechanical lanterns on Suzaku Street were extinguished, and the undried blood was emitting a greasy luster in the residual light. The mercury pump in the moat was destroyed, and the highly toxic mercury liquid was corroding the foundation along the underground channel. The most striking thing was the blacksmith shop in the west of the city. The door panel he had helped repair three days ago was now pierced with half a corpse.

Far away, Qi Huan was leading Yuan Ze, the chief disciple of the Foreign Affairs Hall, to clean up the place. However, his face was sad, and the mechanical sword box in his hand had several cracks.

Yue Shan's body was dragged out from the pile of corpses. The huge axe he was holding tightly in his hand had a big hole in it, and his eyes were wide open with anger.

Xu Yunfan felt a sigh in his heart.

Suddenly, the humming sound of the Nine-Ring Mountain-Shaking Hammer broke the silence.

Zhan Yan came striding over, stepping on the shattered remains of mechanical beasts all over the ground. There was a three-foot-long crack on the left shoulder of his black black iron heavy armor, revealing the shark skin lining. He almost took off his entire arm.

The originally brand new black iron heavy armor now had deep marks from knife cuts and axes on it.

"Where's Fu Jin?"

Zhan Yan glanced at the sad-looking line of disciples from the Weapon Casting Hall around him. It was almost half as sparse as usual, and his expression became even gloomier.

Of the original seventy-two disciples on duty, only thirty or so were left standing, leaning on broken swords and spears, and half of them were wrapped in blood-soaked bandages.

When he turned around and saw Xu Yunfan coming towards him, his expression relaxed slightly.

Xu Yunfan pointed towards the underground fire chamber.

Sulfur smoke was pouring out of the vents, and the muffled sound of roiling lava could be faintly heard. "The disciples who have been attacked by the Heart-Erosion Gu... Senior Brother Fu is seeing them off."

Zhan Yan's knuckles squeezed the hammer handle so hard that it creaked, and he said nothing.

He looked at the crimson-purple bloodstains on Xu Yunfan's body, but Xu Yunfan still stood with his head held high.

Then he asked, "Would you like to go to the city gate with me?"

Xu Yunfan naturally didn't hesitate at all and nodded in agreement.

"It's up to the Master to tell you."

As they sped along, Zhan Yan was silent for a long time before he spoke, "Master Hong was stopped by the Xianghuo Sect's Master Xisui and couldn't escape. Now that the Tiangong Fortress has been completed, the other master, seeing that the situation was hopeless, has retreated. I rushed over as soon as possible."

Zhan Yan rarely explained why he was not there. Half of the disciples in the Weapon Casting Hall were killed or injured, and he naturally felt extremely guilty.

Xu Yunfan understood and naturally realized that if Hong Baichuan had not been there, the current situation in Tiangong Cave would have been on the verge of collapse, instead of being completely cleared out like it is now.

Outside the Black Steel Lotus City, the blood lotus banners of the Xianghuo Sect’s Demon-Slaying Heavenly Army covered the sky and the sun.

Twelve thousand armored soldiers stood silently, with dense craters created by the shells ejected from the mouth of the giant mechanical tiger in front of them, burying many believers.

Under the big banner with the word "Yan", Yan Ming, wearing the red-scaled Mingwang armor, rode out on his horse.

The spear dragged across the ground, sparks flying. "Old Wan Chen! How long can you hold on like a tortoise shell?"

When Wan Chen, the head of the Tiangong Department, heard Yan Ming's roar, he let out a thunderous laugh and stood on the battlements of the Lotus City. Amid the roar of gears meshing under his feet, the twelve layers of black steel lotus petals slowly turned.

As he spoke, his voice shook the entire area: "Sixty years ago, the Mobei royal court marched with a hundred thousand cavalrymen, and the Yanbei Road was ravaged by war. This 'Heavenly Fortress' withstood the test for a full hundred days!"

Before he finished speaking, a tremor like a prehistoric beast awakening came from the core of Lotus City.

A fifty-meter-tall Mohist mechanical tiger poked its head out from the crack in the mountain, and the dragon-breath cannon in its tiger's mouth lit up with a lava-like red light.

The dragon horse under Yan Ming's seat screamed in shock and stood up, but he stabbed the horse into the ground with a spear and used a thousand-pound weight to hold the dragon horse down.

His face looked extremely ugly. The few shots fired by the Mechanical Tiger just now almost shattered the morale of the entire army. The 12,000 soldiers behind him were gathered by him with all his might.

Wan Chen is extremely powerful. Although the giant axe in his hand cannot match the 10-foot-long Mingwang spear, the treasure in his hand, it is really too thick and heavy.

The fight was frustrating.

What's more, the tiger squat cannon above, every time it is fired, the sound is deafening and thunderous, which is terrifying.

Many believers were even frightened to death on the spot.

"Playing tricks! Wait for me to teach the Dharma Protector..."

"retreat."

The word "light and fluttering" came from behind the formation.

The Great Protector of the Incense Fire Sect came floating on a mountain of corpses. The pressure from the Grandmaster of the Marrow Cleansing Realm caused sand and rocks to fly in a radius of ten feet.

"Master Protector!!"

Yan Ming quickly bowed his head and saluted. Although his face looked grim, he felt inexplicably relieved when he heard the words of the Great Protector.

Just now, when Tiangong City was turned upside down and the Black Steel Lotus rose from the ground, it was truly shocking.

The formidable figure wearing a bronze ghost mask gazed up at the Lotus City, his gaze piercing through the black steel lotus petals and gazing deep into the depths. "Hong Baichuan has actually reached the threshold of internal organ training... Unfortunately, he's just a little short."

He suddenly swung his sleeves, picked up Yan Ming, and made him retreat a hundred feet.

Almost at the same time, the Mechanical Tiger's Dragon Breath Cannon exploded, and thirty-six burning meteorites melted the place where it had just stood into a glass pit.

The Xianghuo Sect soldiers who had just assembled suddenly fell to the ground in chaos, with cries and wails ringing in the ears.

"withdraw!"

The voice beneath the ghost mask was filled with resentment, "Wait for the venerable from the sect to take action, and this tortoise shell will be broken in one swift move!"

Watching the Xianghuo Sect army retreating like a tide, Wan Chen dropped the giant axe in his hand to the ground with a loud bang. The tense and knotted muscles on his body relaxed like waves, and the muscle armor formed by the Black Turtle Camel Mountain Strength was released.

He turned his head to look at Zhan Yan and Xu Yunfan who were coming over and grinned.

"Old man, you're late."

"roll!"

Zhan Yan replied coldly, and he breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the Xianghuo Sect retreating.

After a while, he suddenly said, "The other seven sects in Cangzhou are probably in trouble."

(End of this chapter)