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Chapter 173 Tired? Then take a break (2 words, update 55)

"it is good!!"

It seems to be a response to Fang Qingyu's comment.

Behind her, Jiang Wei, hovering in mid-air, her small body had become a dazzling source of light.

She clasped her hands together in front of her chest, and crimson-gold divine patterns swirled wildly beneath her fair skin.

The orange-red flames were forcibly compressed and condensed!
In the void, it transformed into a huge, dazzling, almost transparent crimson-gold divine spear!

The spear tip was pointing directly at the source of the impending burst of breath from the center of the serpent's crimson maw!
The aura of scorching heaven and boiling sea.

In an instant, it clashed head-on with the world-burning breath of the serpent!

Under the divine light, for the first time, a clear glint of extreme disgust and even fear—a trait belonging to a living being—flew through the enormous vertical pupils of the Peng Serpent!

Fang Qingyu had already made his move!

Just as Jiang Wei's divine spear was gathering and Peng She's breath was slightly delayed, so too did the moment come when Peng She's divine spear was condensing!
Within his body, the Crimson Blazing World-Burning Tribulation Jade and the Nine Heavens Chaos Star Core erupted simultaneously!

Om-!
The black flame armor covering his entire body suddenly boiled, as if countless tiny black dragons were roaming and roaring on the armor! On the left half of his body, the dark red lava patterns shone like the core of a star, as if they were about to ignite the entire abyss! On the right half of his body, the dark blue starlight condensed like the Milky Way falling from the sky, and the cold stagnation field instantly wrapped around the Dragon Sparrow Blade!
"The sky is falling!!"

This roar was no longer a human voice, but a dragon's cry, a mixture of thunder and the collapse of stars!
He slammed his legs into the ground!

The hard rock strata burst open like a spiderweb, leaving deep scars.

A scorching, distorted afterimage was left behind.

Fang Qingyu transformed into a line of extreme blade light that pierced through the eternal night and tore through the vacuum!
The Dragon Sparrow's Slash, wreathed in boiling black flames, surging calamity fire, and collapsing starlight, was no longer a slash, but a furious crash!
aims.

It was the serpent's slightly raised jaw as it gathered strength to exhale!

Three forces!

Forced to blend together in a crucible of absolute pressure and willpower!

Where the blade passed, the air hissed in a silent, unbearable strain!
The dark realm of the eternal night seemed to be briefly "cleaved" by this slash, revealing a track flowing with red, blue, and black colors!

Quick! Ruthless! Decisive!

Just as the blades were about to collide, the breath that Pengshe had been accumulating at its peak finally erupted!

Boom boom boom——!!!!

The blinding, reddish-white molten flow, enough to evaporate fine steel, erupted like a bursting dam of fire from the earth's core, instantly filling Fang Qingyu's entire field of vision!
Jiang Wei's divine spear also thrust out at the same time!

"burn!!!"

The crimson-gold divine spear tore through the air, carrying a divine will to purify and incinerate all filth, transforming into a stream of crimson-gold light that struck first despite being behind, fiercely piercing into the sweeping tide of crimson and white molten flow!
Om-! ! !
An energy collision and explosion that defies description!
The Crimson Gold Divine Spear, like a divine blade, forcefully tore open a straight and deep path of molten gold amidst the crimson tide of molten gold!

The gun body rotates at high speed.

The purifying power of the divine fire and the molten power collided violently, emitting a sharp, hissing sound like the explosion of micro-dust!
Wherever the divine spear passed, the molten flow was forcibly repelled and evaporated!
Fang Qingyu's "Heavenly Meteor" strike followed immediately after the gold-melting channel opened by the divine spear!

The blade, enveloped in boiling crimson light, blue shadows, and dark flames, used itself as an arrow!
No frills! No reservations!
It slammed hard into the lower jaw of the serpent, which had temporarily lost its tough defense due to spewing out molten fluid!

“Dang—Crack!!!”

A deafening roar! The sound of metal shattering, tearing apart the soul, exploded forth!
All the power gathered on the blade found an outlet at this moment!
Perfectly superimposed, condensed at that single point on the tip of the blade!
The hard, crimson-gold scales shattered instantly and flew away!

The Dragon Sparrow's Blade of Calamity was deeply embedded in the flesh and blood of the Peng Serpent's jaw! Until the hilt was completely gone!

Hot, foul-smelling blood, like molten gold, mixed with thick, pungent tissue fluid, shot into the sky like a volcanic eruption!

Scalding blood rained down, mixed with scales and debris flying like metal shards, splashing onto Fang Qingyu's boiling black flame armor, emitting a teeth-grinding "hissing" sound and steaming up large swaths of viscous black mist!
"Moo!!!"

An unprecedented, terrifying roar, a mixture of excruciating pain, shock, and raging fury, suddenly pierced through the curtain of eternal night, transforming into a tangible torrent of sound waves that madly assaulted the entire abyss cavern!

The space shook violently!

Countless enormous stalactites fell from the dome like rain!

The rock wall split open into a deep, gaping maw!
The massive head of the serpent was violently jerked back by this fatal blow, its breath abruptly cut off!

Under the intense pain, its massive body, covered in deathly white scales, writhed wildly!
Like a giant whip being lashed, it swept across all directions!
The hard rock wall crumbled and burst like tofu under its overwhelming force!
The entire abyss shook violently! Countless massive boulders, carrying deadly kinetic energy, crashed down like meteors!
"puff!"

Fang Qingyu felt as if he had been struck by a heavy hammer from heaven and earth!
The protective fiery armor fluctuated violently, the black flames flickering erratically, and blood mixed with fragments of internal organs gushed uncontrollably from his mouth!

The five fingers gripping the knife handle had their knives twisted and shattered due to the enormous recoil!

But Fang Qingyu's hand was like the heaviest shackle, firmly welded to the hilt of the knife!
His body was violently thrown by the force of the snake's head swing, and he slammed heavily into the cold rock wall, embedding himself deeply!

hum!
The curtain of eternal night twisted violently under the clash of these terrifying forces, like a candle flickering in the wind, on the verge of shattering!
The area suppression effect has been greatly reduced!

The terrifying pressure and intense heat and bloody wind emanating from the Pengshe instantly filled the entire space!

"Xiao Jiang!"

At the critical moment of life and death, Fang Qingyu thought of Jiang Wei!

The little girl's powerful shot just now must have been delivered with all her might, and it must have been completely locked onto by Peng She!

However, the view was obstructed by the dust and swirling energy currents.

Just as the serpent roared in agony, its massive white body about to deliver a devastating strangulation,

laugh!
A speed faster than a shooting star!

A golden-red figure, more intense than the sunlight, suddenly shot out from the center of the raging energy and smoke!
It's Jiang Wei!

Taking advantage of the momentary delay when the divine spear shattered the molten flow and pierced the core of the serpent's breath, the little girl seized this tiny opportunity to escape with unparalleled precision!

The tiny figure darted past the snake's neck, which was raised in agony, against the backdrop of the scalding, foul blood.

Jiang Wei had no physical blade in her hand, only a tiny, blazing white flame, compressed to the size of a fingertip, which she had condensed to the extreme with her will.

A point of white light landed deep within the scale wound cleaved open by Fang Qingyu's Dragon Sparrow Blade, on the pulsating, fiery core blood vessel that embodied the immense life force of an ancient ferocious beast!
Pfft——!
The faint burning sound was swallowed up by the roar of the serpent and the rumble of the collapsing cave, yet it was so clear that it seemed to pierce the soul!
A wisp of pure blue smoke, as thin as a hair, rose from the depths of the ignited blood vessel!
Immediately afterwards, a blinding white light shone from the terrifying wound deeply embedded in the Dragon Sparrow's Calamity!
"Woo——!!!"

The massive, wildly writhing body of the serpent suddenly froze!
As if an invisible divine chain had pierced his spine, his enormous dark gold vertical pupils suddenly shrank to the size of pinpoints!

An unprecedented, eerie wail, tinged with a hint of deathly fear, emanated from the depths of its throat.

Chance! ! !

Fang Qingyu's body, which had been slammed against the rock wall, jolted violently!
He removed himself from the wall and then poured all his will into the curtain of eternal night!
"receive!!"

Om-!
The absolute darkness covering a hundred-meter radius surged back wildly like a receding tide!

The viscous, ink-like dark power, the deathly aura that corrodes all things, and the liquid-burning black flames were forcibly compressed and extracted, like rivers flowing into the sea, and poured into the Dragon Sparrow Slash in Fang Qingyu's hand!

The blade instantly turned pitch black, so deep it seemed to devour even the gaze!

A thick, cold, extremely dark liquid, exuding an aura of annihilation, flowed along the blade!
The light around the blade was distorted and collapsed!
Final Judgment of Eternal Night!!!

"cut--!!!"

rain.

Cold, sticky raindrops, carrying pebbles, fell without warning from the dome of the abyss.

That was the underground river water that was dripping down from the broken rock layers above.

Rainwater washed over the enormous, headless, white body of the Peng Snake.

The lusterless snake scales, soaked by the rain, reflected a sickly, pale, eerie light.

The foul, molten gold blood gushed from the severed neck, mixing with the cold rain of ash, flowing across the ground to form a winding, viscous stream that emitted a strong sulfurous and foul stench.

Smoke and blood filled the air.

Fang Qingyu's slash had just left no trace, only an unfathomable gash that sliced ​​across the Peng Snake's body and the ground.

Avoiding the crack in the ground that was about half a meter wide but several tens of meters long, Fang Qingyu walked forward, panting.

"call"

Each step felt like being weighed down with lead, treading on viscous blood and cooled fragments of lava, producing a chilling sound.

The ferocious and domineering black flame eternal night armor that covered his entire body had long since vanished without a trace.

The cost was devastating!

Fang Qingyu's body was a complete mess.

On his right chest, a gaping wound, scalded by sharp snake scales, stretched to the bone, its edges blackened and torn. His left arm hung limply, its bones shattered and twisted.

His legs were covered with deep abrasions and lacerations that exposed bone, and blood was constantly seeping out.

I got soaked in the rain for a while
The coldness forced Fang Qingyu to regain a sliver of clarity amidst the madness of excruciating pain and exhaustion.

Then he suddenly looked up.

My gaze traveled through the billowing smoke and the cold, ash-covered rain.

They locked onto Jiang Wei, who had also been thrown out of the rubble by the shockwave and was struggling to prop herself up. Her face was ashen, and blood trickled from the corner of her mouth. Clearly, she had just taken control of the divine gun and paid a terrible price!

"Jiang Wei!!!"

Ignoring his own injuries, Fang Qingyu staggered forward, almost dragging his battered body!

He pulled the swaying little girl to his chest in a protective embrace!

"Walk!!"

Fang Qingyu roared, his remaining vision scanning the abyss cave that was constantly crashing and falling in all directions, like the end of the world!
The rock formations overhead were being ravaged by the serpent's severed neck.

It was already extremely fragile, with spiderweb-like cracks covering the dome, and huge rocks were crashing down!
The snake is dead, but the battle is far from over!

Staying here means being buried alive!

Don't dare to delay even a little!

Ignoring the deep wound on his right chest that exposed bone and his shattered left arm, he scooped up the exhausted Jiang Wei with his right hand and held her tightly to his side!
He forcefully activated the lightning-fast cloud formation beneath his feet!

It charged toward the headless behemoth beneath the serpent's massive body, to the point where the severed neck and the jagged torso connected.
At the edge of the spine, torn apart by the internal explosion and energy shock, wrapped in dark golden flesh and fascia, was a scale the size of a palm.

It was radiating an indescribable, restrained yet intensely fiery molten gold light!
Red python scales!
The essence of ten thousand scales!

Fang Qingyu extended his equally scarred left hand, almost exposing the finger bones, and his five blood-stained fingers plunged deep into the warm, slippery flesh and tendons of the Peng snake, which emitted a burnt smell!
My fingertips touched the edge of the scales.

Bah——!
An astonishing heat instantly spread, as if it would incinerate the last remaining flesh and skin!
The scales seemed to possess a life of their own, resisting all predators!
"Get out here!!"

Fang Qingyu let out a hoarse, broken growl, his teeth almost grinding to powder!

Under this stimulation, the Crimson Jade within his body suddenly leaped up as if in a final burst of energy, frantically channeling the remaining scorching tribulation power into his arm!
puff!

It was accompanied by the sound of thick, sticky flesh and fascia tearing!

Fang Qingyu forcefully and bloodily ripped the iridescent "red python scale" from the corpse of the Peng snake!
The moment the crimson python scales left the corpse, the long-dormant diagram in Fang Qingyu's mind suddenly jolted!
[Advanced material 'Crimson Python Scale' (Color Quality) detected!]

[Do you wish to immediately consume this material to advance your 'Martial Artist' class?]

[Prerequisites not met: 'Martial Artist' class level must reach Lv.3, core skills must be perfected, advancement failed.]

But at this point, there was no time to pay attention to the prompts.

Fang Qingyu immediately turned around and activated Thunder Instant Cloud Trail.

Zila——!
The wounds on his legs reopened under the impact, leaving trails of bright red blood on the ground.

But Fang Qingyu was completely unaware!
All that remained in his sight was a huge crack ahead, revealed by the earth-shaking tremors, where the collapse was relatively slow!

Boom——!
A boulder the size of a house almost grazed their backs as it crashed down!
It stirred up towering dust waves!
With Jiang Wei in his arms, Fang Qingyu, like a moth drawn to a flame, plunged headfirst into the narrow crack where the collapse was less severe!
Smoke and dust filled the air, and gravel tumbled down.

The collapse finally subsided.

I don't know how much time passed, maybe a few minutes, maybe a few hours.

In a tiny depression formed by a huge break in a rock stratum before it was completely blocked by boulders and rock layers.

Fang Qingyu leaned against the cold, rough rock wall, his body slumped down as if all his bones had been removed. The wound on his chest reopened due to the violent escape, and blood completely soaked through his combat uniform, turning it dark. Every breath felt like a tearing pain in his lungs.

His left arm was twisted at an odd angle, with broken bones piercing through the flesh to reveal pale stubble.

Protected by her side, Jiang Wei's small body was also curled up, her face as pale as paper, her breathing weak but finally becoming steady, and the orange-red force field flowed weakly, struggling to repair her overdrawn meridians and spirit.

The entrance to the abyss cave has completely collapsed.

They buried them completely, along with the corpses of the Napeng serpent and the iridescent glow of the red python's scales.

Only cold ashes mixed with the cold, murky underground river water dripped down the rock crevices, making a monotonous and deathly pattering sound.

The air was thick with a suffocating stench of blood, sulfur, and rock dust.

Fang Qingyu was breathing heavily.

Each inhalation was accompanied by an uncontrollable low cough, and blood-tinged foam spilled from the corner of his mouth.

He struggled to lift his right hand, the only part of his body that could still move a little.

The hand, burned, covered in blood and blisters, laboriously reached into his clothes.

Warm.

That "red python scale" is still there.

Fang Qingyu turned his head, his bloodshot eyes looking at Jiang Wei, who was curled up in a damp corner of the rock crevice beside him, her eyes tightly closed, unable even to wipe the dirt off her face.

"Cough cough." Fang Qingyu's voice was hoarse, like sandpaper being scraped, broken and fragmented. "You're not going to make me go back on my word, are you?"

Jiang Wei's long eyelashes, stained with blood and ash, trembled very slightly.

After struggling for a long time, he managed to open his eyelids a crack, and his clear pupils were now dim, reflecting Fang Qingyu's miserable state.

She didn't speak, but shook her head very slightly, almost imperceptibly.

Fang Qingyu twitched the corner of his mouth, wanting to laugh, but a sharp pain shot through his lungs, turning into a broken cough, and more blood and foam gushed out.

Finally, he simply gave up on the pointless movements and simply moved his hand, which was holding the fragment of the red python scale, slightly towards Jiang Wei, with it pressed against the cold rocky ground.

The light from the colorful scales seemed to ripple slightly as his arm moved.

The cold, stone-dust-like rainwater, mixed with the fishy smell, hit my face.

Are you tired?

Fang Qingyu used the last bit of strength to squeeze out the broken voice from deep in his throat.

Upon hearing those two familiar words appear in such a hellish situation, Jiang Wei seemed slightly taken aback. A faint, absurd yet perfectly natural light seemed to flash across her dim eyes.

She remained silent for a while, as if seriously considering whether her feeling of being torn apart could be described as "tired".

Finally, she nodded very slowly and slightly, and her barely audible, weak voice drifted out with difficulty:
"A little."

The sound was so soft it was almost drowned out by the sound of cold water dripping from above.

Fang Qingyu finally broke into a blood-stained, cracked grin. The curve was no longer sharp and intimidating, no longer reckless, but only filled with the relief that both of them had survived.

Without saying anything more, the hand that was holding Cai Lin fell limply to the ground, pressed against the cold, damp ground.

Only a faint breath rose and fell with difficulty in this narrow crevice, washed by the cold rain of ashes and isolated in the deepest part of hell.

The word "okay" escaped almost like a dream from his bloodied lips. "Then... take a break."

As soon as he finished speaking, Fang Qingyu's eyelids, stained with blood and ashes, closed heavily.

In the cold, despairing depths of the abyss, only a stubbornly flickering, iridescent light remained, illuminating the two figures, one large and one small, huddled in a crevice in the rocks, almost completely stained with blood.

Shangjing City.

Deep inside the "Longyuan Pavilion" martial arts school.

The air is filled with the fragrance of sandalwood, exuding an ancient charm.

An officer dressed in the standard combat uniform of the Bureau of Superintendent of Public Safety, looking travel-worn, practically burst through the door of the quiet room, his face filled with anxiety and horror.

"Sect Master! Urgent report from Song Du! The sky has fallen!" The officer's voice was hoarse and trembling, his words incoherent. "'Pan Yan' Sikong Zhen has betrayed us! He's colluded with a Molting-level Life Ghost! Four top-tier beings are trapped in the core area, their fates unknown! Junior Sister Wei's message says there's more below, below, below the pit..."

The middle-aged man finished recounting the chilling news with trembling hands, as if he had used up all his strength. He subconsciously raised his head, seeking support like a pillar of strength.

However.
Behind that simple sandalwood table, the futon where someone had been sitting with their eyes closed was now empty.

Only on the desktop.

The cup of tea, which had just been steaming, had a delicate, emerald-green hue, and a wisp of pale white steam still silently rose into the air.
(End of this chapter)