Chapter 378 Wu Xilai

"A powerful god-transforming expert is actually so difficult to deal with."

The battle lasted for a day and a night, even though they only used the formation flags to drive the deputy flags without having to charge into battle.

But the foundation-building monks waving the secondary flags could no longer bear it.

"You think we won't be killed by the powerful gods in the end?"

At this moment, let alone those foundation-building cultivators, even those Jindan cultivators and Yuanying cultivators could not bear it anymore.

The Jindan cultivators and Yuanying cultivators drive even more powerful formation flags.

The more powerful the formation flag is, the more true energy it consumes.

After a day and a night, most of the true energy of these Nascent Soul cultivators had been used up.

You know, in this world, the only way to restore your true energy is by eating pills and absorbing spirit stones.

But when the doomsday comes, the elixirs and spirit stones are limited, and one less will be one less.

If they want to replenish the true energy consumed by these Nascent Soul cultivators, they will probably need a huge amount of elixirs and spirit stones.

But now, who has so many pills and spirit stones?
"Don't be afraid! We can't afford it, but a powerful god can?"

Zhao Gongfeng looked at the powerful incarnation in the sky and encouraged everyone, "That old guy is already at the end of his strength. Look at his Tai Chi diagram. He is not as free as before."

Indeed, the powerful incarnation in the air could still use the Tai Chi diagram to rebound the thunderbolts. However, the movements he made when performing the Tai Chi diagram had become sluggish and difficult, and no longer as smooth as yesterday.

"If you hold on for just one more day, the old man will surely die!"

Within a day, the old man in the air's expression changed.

The Tai Chi diagram he cast collapsed before the calamity thunder arrived, before it could absorb the calamity thunder.

Without the Tai Chi diagram to rebound, all the lightning bolts fell on him, causing him to spit out blood.

Zhao Gongfeng, who was commanding the battle formation on the mountain, was overjoyed and shouted, "Quick, send a few more thunderbolts. Today, you and I will kill the powerful incarnation masters. Isn't it great?"

Thousands of people on the mountain were excited and gathered their strength again to send out a bolt of lightning.

Just when the thunder was about to hit the powerful god-transforming expert, suddenly a sword blocked his way.

With a loud 'boom', the sword took the thunder for the powerful god-transforming warrior.

"What Taoist weapon? Could it be the Heavenly Destiny Sword?"

After Zhao Gongfeng finished speaking, he immediately denied his guess: "It can't be the Sword of Heaven's Luck! The Sword of Heaven's Luck has been sealed. Only the immortal who controls the destiny of heaven can pull out the Sword of Heaven's Luck."

But since it wasn't the Tianyun Sword that blocked the thunder, then what sword was it that blocked the thunder for the powerful God Transformation Master in the air?

"Send me another thunderbolt!"

Zhao Gongfeng gritted his teeth and said, "I want to see how many times this sword can block the thunderbolts!"

With his order, thousands of formation flags began to wave, and countless thunders blasted towards the sword and the powerful god.

At this moment, in front of the powerful god, behind the sword, the figure of an old man appeared.

At this time, everyone recognized the old man, who was one of the seven men.

The old man was seen holding a sword, saying, "Sword and shield, no harm!"

The old man thrust his sword in front of him, and an illusory giant sword appeared in front of him and the powerful god, blocking the thunder coming from below.

After a series of "ding ding ding" sounds, the thunder thrown by Tian Lin and others was blocked by the old man.

Zhao Gongsheng's face changed, and he shouted into the air: "There are a number of powerful gods in Kyoto. Which god-transforming expert are you? How come I don't recognize you?"

The old man stood in the air, looking arrogant and condescending: "The leader of the Sword Sect at that time, Wu Xilai!" Wu Xilai, the title of the leader of the Sword Sect.

If it were the era when Tian Lin lived, this name would be enough to make powerful enemies retreat.

But here——

"Who is Wu Xilai? You little rat, if you have the guts, tell me your real name. How can you be a hero if you hide your head and show your tail?"

Wu Xilai in the sky was speechless for a while, and then he said, "Please give me some face. I want to accompany this Taoist friend Xue to Kyoto. Please don't get in the way."

"You're the one in the way!"

Zhao Gongsheng's face was grim. He ordered the other foundation-building monks, "Hurry up and blast him!"

But at this time, a Nascent Soul cultivator whispered to Zhao Gongfeng: "It is already difficult to kill a powerful Divine Transformation cultivator. Can we handle another one?"

This is not cowardice, it is the truth.

A large formation requires a huge amount of true energy, but everyone has a limited amount of true energy.

The continuous bombings over the past two days had consumed Old Man Xue's true energy, but they had lost eight hundred of their own energy while injuring one thousand enemies, and their own true energy was running low.

On the other hand, Wu Xilai was clearly full of energy and was able to handle the situation with ease. If the fight continued, the Nascent Soul cultivators who presided over the Zhuxian formation would have to use up their energy before Wu Xilai's energy collapsed, and be attacked by the formation.

"It is the Patriarch's order to seize the Heavenly Luck Sword. Are we going to give up halfway?"

Zhao Gongfeng was unwilling to accept this.

At this point, Zhou Shoufan, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke up: "There is a limit to human power. Even if we can't get the Heavenly Luck Sword, it's not our fault. If we have to blame someone, we can only blame the wrong intelligence given by the family.

Don't worry, Mr. Zhao, I will plead for you when we return to the Zhao family."

"Okay, then please, Madam, say a few good words for me in front of the master of the house."

Obviously, Zhao Gongfeng didn't want to continue the fight. He was just afraid that he would fail to complete the mission and would not be able to report back after returning.

But now that Zhou Shoufan was willing to plead for him, he had a way out and decided not to die again.

Youshi, Zhao Gongfeng looked up and shouted to the sky: "Okay, today I will give Senior Wu a favor and let you go!"

Wu Xilai in the air did not believe what Zhao Gongfeng said. He still stood high in the air, still protecting Old Man Xue.

While he was protecting Old Man Xue, the four men holding swords below, under the command of the leading Nascent Soul, began to tentatively climb over the mountain.

In fact, Wu Xilai's worries were obviously unnecessary. If he couldn't deal with him, it would be useless even if Zhao Gongfeng took action.

In this way, more than an hour passed before the four Nascent Soul cultivators holding swords finally carried their swords out of the range of the formation.

Only then did Wu Xilai in the sky breathe a sigh of relief. He clasped his fists in the air and said, "Thank you all for your respect. The mountains remain unchanged and the rivers flow forever. We will meet again in the future!"

After saying this, he left with Old Man Xue.

Looking at the two people leaving, Zhao Gongfeng said: "Everyone, collect the battle flags and wait at the foot of the mountain!"

At this time, Tian Lin stepped forward and said to Zhao Gongfeng: "I am Tian Lin, the junior, and I am Yan Ming's brother. My eldest brother asked me to serve you, and I have something to give to you."

Zhao Gongsheng took the storage bag, nodded and said, "I am familiar with your elder brother, and he has already told me about your situation. Well, you don't have to pack up the battle flags, just come with me!"

With a wave of his sleeves, Zhao Gongsheng took Tian Lin, the Nascent Soul cultivators, and a few Golden Core cultivators away.

And those who stayed there to collect the battle flags were destined to be killed by the Zhao family.

After all, whether or not they succeed in seizing the Tianyun Sword, they are going against the imperial court.

Once the plan failed, even if the family was not confiscated and exterminated, there would still be a lot of trouble. The Zhao family did not want to cause trouble at this time.

(End of this chapter)

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