Zongman: This Holy Lord just wants friendly communication

He knew very well that he would never fight Jackie Chan again before his strength increased dramatically in the other world.

The last time they fought, Jackie Chan, protected by the divine armor, was nearly invincible, like a god of war blessed by all gods.

Every move he made carried a terrifying power, making him extremely difficult to deal with. If we fight him rashly, we will only end up with a futile effort and suffer the consequences.

I didn't expect that this time when I collected Yingquan and the Twelve Golden Palaces, I would encounter such a heaven-defying opportunity. It was like an ordinary passerby who accidentally entered the fairyland and received gifts from the immortals. It was fate that played tricks on me, but it was also a great blessing.

This is an olive branch inadvertently thrown by fate, and it is also the reward he deserves for his years of forbearance and hard work.

Feeling the powerful force in his body, as if it were a dormant giant beast from ancient times, Jiang Shi Nian nodded secretly.

Now his physique has been forged into an iron body and an indestructible golden body. The hot weapons that ordinary humans use to hurt the enemies are nothing more than toys in the hands of children in front of him. There is no way they can hurt him at all.

Even if it is penetrated occasionally, he can rely on the powerful strength and magical recovery function in his body.

It can also recover instantly like a spring breeze blowing across the earth. It is no longer in the embarrassment of being beaten into a sieve by concentrated fire and the horse spells unable to keep up with the recovery. It is like a victorious general walking out of the mud on the battlefield, exuding confidence and composure.

His gaze was like a ray of searchlight, moving to the small pond about ten feet in radius.

On it is an exquisitely crafted small formation that seems to be a work of nature, just like a miniature pearl.

Although small, it contains the universe, and there are endless mysteries and tremendous energy hidden in this square inch. This is the core of the Qiantian Minghuo Array, which embodies the lifelong efforts and extraordinary wisdom of the person who set up the array.

The mysterious alchemist set up the formation back then.

First, he came to protect the treasure, using the large formation as a barrier to resist the evil forces in the world who coveted Yingquan and the Twelve Golden Palaces. He was like a loyal guard guarding a rare treasure.

The second is to condense this divine substance. Over the years, one uses the bright fire of heaven to collect the essence of the sun, as patiently and persistently as a bee collecting nectar, and finally gathers it into this pool of divine liquid containing endless creation.

But now they have all become the "resources" for Jiang Shinian's advancement. They are the clever arrangement of the hand of fate and the inevitable gift on the road to becoming a strong man.

"I heard that the alchemist has left this world and it will be difficult for him to return. This formation cannot be destroyed."

Jiang Shi Nian muttered to himself, like a wise man weighing the pros and cons, his eyes fixed on the small formation, which was so precise and complex that it looked like a maze, moving slowly and seemed to contain endless mysteries.

And from time to time, there are faint lights flickering, like stars in the night sky, giving birth to new energy in the darkness and exuding an alluring and mysterious atmosphere.

Jiang Shi Nian was determined to take it for his own use, just like an ambitious emperor who wanted to take all the rare treasures in the world into his pocket for his own use in the future.

It can make one's own strength even greater, or help the fire attribute practitioners under his command break through the bottleneck and soar to the sky, both of which are rare and great help.

But how to collect it made him feel like a scholar facing an unsolvable problem, frowning and in a dilemma. Before he approached the pool, he wanted to attack the center of the formation, control the overall situation, and break the situation with force, just like a reckless warrior waving a big knife and rushing towards the enemy, simple and direct; now that he is in the middle of the situation, he is afraid to act rashly, knowing that if he acts rashly, he may lose all his previous efforts and lose the whole game.

Take a glance at the small golden-scaled fish in the pond that looks listless and seems to be dying.

Jiang Shi Nian was frowning and thinking hard, like a chess player who was stuck in a stalemate and was struggling to find a way out.

Suddenly, a shout was heard: "Son!"

The sound was like a bolt from the blue, so sudden that it caught people off guard, like thunder exploding in a silent valley.

Jiang Shi Nian was frightened and shouted, "Who?"

His figure was like a frightened roc, soaring into the sky, looking into the distance, his eyes as sharp as torches, penetrating through layers of fog.

Outside the formation, there was a piece of inky black stone, which looked like a black hole. It was surrounded by black mist, just like a ghost walking at night, mysterious and unpredictable, which made people feel cold.

"Black gas?" Jiang Shi Nian was surprised. The battle with the protagonists had just ended. How could it have the time to come here? It was like a soldier who had just left the front line of the battlefield and saw the enemy attacking again. "Why are you here?"

The black stone swayed slowly, and the black gas surged even more, like a counselor who had a plan in mind, and said as a matter of course: "Since you are worried about closing the formation, I will naturally help! Although my son is extremely talented, this cross-border formation is obscure and difficult to understand, like a heavenly book written in ancient characters."

"It will take some time for you to figure it out. We can't afford to delay. The old man Zhengqi is looking for me everywhere. If I stay here for too long, there will be a conflict and the formation will be useless. If Yingquan is intercepted by others, it will be a big loss!"

"Uh..." Jiang Shi Nian smiled bitterly in his heart. How many days would it take to understand it all? The former Saint Lord might have been able to do it, but he didn't have that ability. He responded sincerely, "That's right. So, in your opinion, what should we do?"

Black Stone seemed very satisfied. He floated up and looked at Jiang Shi Nian level, like a traveler in a hurry. He said anxiously, "Simple. You hold up the flame and take me in. I just fought with that old bastard Zhengqi and fled here because I was defeated. I have to hurry. I have to hide after I'm done. He's looking for me all over the world."

"fufu"

In this mysterious and quiet space, the five-colored flames seemed like elves that had broken free from the shackles of the earthly world, rising up and dancing violently in an instant.

They are like five extremely agile fire snakes that have been endowed with a sacred mission.

A dreamlike halo lingers around its body, winding and circling, freely shuttling through the air. Every sway and every stretch seems to be weaving a beautiful yet dangerous picture.

The color of the flame is so bright that it seems to be extracted from the most gorgeous sunset in the sky. The fiery red, deep blue, flourishing green, dazzling yellow and mysterious purple complement each other and weave into a colorful curtain of light and shadow.

But beneath these dazzling colors and agile postures, there lurks a terrifying force that is enough to change the color of the sky and the earth and shake the mountains and rivers, like a prehistoric beast sleeping in the abyss of the underworld.

It usually lies dormant silently, hiding in the endless darkness, but once awakened, it can tear the sky apart and crush the earth with just a lift of its sharp claws, making all things in the world tremble under its pressure.

Chapter 117 Fire Source

That power was like a materialized storm, although it was temporarily sealed within the shell of fire.

However, it still intimidated everything around it with an invisible momentum, making the surrounding air seem to solidify and filled with a heart-pounding sense of oppression.

Then he looked around at the bright flames of the sky that were flickering and swaying, like a candle barely breathing in the wind.

In the past, they had been glorious, like a raging fire, burning fiercely, wantonly flaunting their light and heat, trying to dominate the world.

But now, under the pressure of the five-colored flames that seemed like the arrival of a king, they were like a group of defeated remnants of the army that had thrown away their weapons and armor. They instantly lost their former arrogance and became so weak that they could not even withstand a single blow.

They seemed to have seen their natural enemy. The flames shrank rapidly and the light dimmed. They retreated in panic like snow encountering the scorching sun, and took the initiative to make way for a wide path.

They looked just like humble subjects who prostrated themselves on the ground and kowtowed when the emperor was travelling, not daring to look directly at him. They were in awe of the five-colored flames to the core, as if the flames contained some forbidden power that could turn them into ashes.

Jiang Shi Nian's posture was as agile as a cheetah, and his steps were as light as a wild goose. In just three or two steps, he was like a ghost moving through the dark night, moving sideways, and in the blink of an eye he calmly arrived outside the formation.

To him, the formation at this moment had lost its former mystery and majesty. It was like an empty city with all its guards gone and its gates wide open. There was no longer any barrier that could hinder his progress. It was truly an uninhabited place.

The formation and restrictions that were once as strong as a solid wall of steel now looked like nothing more than illusory light and shadow in his eyes. They were so fragile that they would shatter with the slightest touch.

"Come quickly."

A hint of determination flashed across Jiang Shi Nian's eyes, and he shouted softly, his voice like the sound of a huge bell, echoing in the space.

The five-colored flames in his hand seemed to be endowed with spirituality, and instantly transformed into five flexible silk ribbons. Under his control, they stretched out to the side.

Wherever the flames went, the Qiantian Minghuo was like a frightened bird, retreating in panic, like a flock of driven sheep, and in an instant a wide and safe passage was vacated, just like a red carpet carefully laid for the black stone incarnation of the black air, shining with a different kind of brilliance, full of ritual sense.

"Buzz"

The black stone seemed to be surrounded by the mysterious power of a black hole. That power was like a black vortex, deep and dangerous, constantly swallowing up the surrounding light, leaving it in a hazy and mysterious shadow.

It floated slowly, carrying with it a mysterious aura that was otherworldly and seemed to come from another world. Every inch of its movement seemed to tear space apart, leaving behind a series of faint black tracks as it slowly approached Jiang Shinian.

When it came in front of him, it hovered in the air, like an extremely arrogant king looking down on all living beings, looking at Jiang Shi Nian coldly with a lecherous gaze.

In its eyes, there was both expectation for Jiang Shi Nian and a hint of unquestionable arrogance, as if in its eyes, Jiang Shi Nian was just a chess piece in its chess game. Although useful, he also had to obey its orders.

"Why are you just standing there? Hold me."

When Heishi saw that Jiang Shinian seemed to be about to turn around and leave, a sharp sound like metal friction suddenly rang out, and he hurriedly urged him.

There was a hint of anxiety in his words, and even more so a sense of arrogance that could not be disobeyed, as if it was an imperial decree that could not be violated, issued to the ministers, and the tone was so strong that it was impossible to refuse.

"Uh......"

Jiang Shi Nian's body paused, a trace of hesitation and helplessness flashed across his face, and his brows were slightly furrowed, as if he was weighing the pros and cons.

But after a brief thought, he finally stretched out his slender and powerful arms and slowly spread out his palms. Although his movements were a little slow, they were submissive and compromising.

The open palm was like a tray carrying fate, waiting for the arrival of the unknown.

The black stone was like a light fallen leaf, which slowly floated into the palm of his hand under the caress of the breeze and settled steadily on it.

At that moment, Jiang Shinian seemed to feel a cold and mysterious power slowly seeping into his body through his palm, causing his whole body to shudder. He became more and more curious and fearful about the origin and power of the black stone.

"Okay, let's go!"

Jiang Shi Nian was secretly wondering in his heart that this evil man's style of doing things really made him seem like a weirdo.

Did he just engage in a world-shattering and extremely brutal battle with righteousness, which caused a shock to his brain and made him behave so erratically?

Or did it encounter some unspeakable misfortune during the process of transforming into this black stone, causing its temperament to change drastically, as if it had changed its soul?

Many thoughts flashed through his mind like shooting stars.

But on his face, he was like a still pool of water, calm and unperturbed, with a stern expression that made it impossible to tell what was going on. He still walked with steady steps towards the core of the formation.

He held the black stone in his hand, and each step he took was steady and powerful, as if carrying some kind of resolute momentum, like a warrior about to step into the battlefield and charge into battle, fearless and resolute.

When they reached the edge of the pool, Jiang Shi Nian stretched out his arm and handed the black stone to the center of the formation. His expression was solemn, his eyes were full of inquiry and doubt, and he asked in a low and respectful voice: "What should we do now?"

The black stone seemed to be an ancient artifact that had been awakened. After receiving Jiang Shinian's questions, it shook violently a few times, and the black air around it rolled like black smoke.

It made a "sizzling" sound, as if responding to Jiang Shinian's question.

Immediately, it rose into the air and hung above the small formation, like a commander sitting in the center of the army, commanding thousands of troops, emitting an awe-inspiring majesty, ready to issue orders.

"Bring out your fire."

When Jiang Shinian heard this, his heart tightened slightly and a hint of hesitation flashed across his face.

He knew very well that this fire came from him and was of extraordinary significance. It was the result of countless efforts and hardships, and was carefully fused with the last fire and the ultimate fire. It was like his own natal spirit object and was extremely precious.

But at this moment, facing Black Stone's order, although he had concerns, he did not dare to disobey. He knew that in this mysterious situation, only by obeying the arrangements could he break out.

He then concentrated his mind and took a deep breath, as if taking all the spiritual energy around him into his stomach, and then he shouted suddenly, and a small and agile five-colored flame instantly appeared in the palm of his hand.

This flame looks peaceful and gentle, just like the clouds floating leisurely in the sky, floating slowly in the air, without any trace of the frenzy and hostility of fireworks.

But the high temperature radiating from his body seemed to be able to burn everything in the world, it was so hot that even if one was far away, one could still feel the heat wave coming towards him as if it could burn even the soul.

Chapter 118 The Twelve Golden Palaces

Its texture seems to be carefully carved by a master craftsman, thick and condensed, like a piece of dazzling jade, warm and tough. It is not like the erratic and unreal ordinary flames. It is more like fire from heaven, carrying the will and mysterious power of God, which makes people afraid and terrified.

Looking more closely, deep within the blend of the five colors, there was a faint golden light and black air intertwined.

It is like the mysterious rhythm of the beginning of chaos, when the yin and yang energies devour and merge with each other, full of the primitiveness and wildness of the birth of life.

The golden light was like bright stars, shining with hope and nobility, while the black air was like an endless abyss, deep and dangerous.

The two are intertwined, making the fire source seem to hide endless mysteries, which is even more terrifying, as if one has glimpsed the most hidden secret between heaven and earth.

"Buzz!"

The black stone seemed like an enraged prehistoric beast, with black gas instantly gushing out from its body, like a surging black wave.

The black gas roared out like a black torrent.

The surrounding space instantly turned pitch black, making people feel as if they were in an endless night.