Faced with Sun Lingtong's proposal, Zeng Jide slowly shook his head.
"It's inappropriate."
"I came to steal this time, but to steal some treasures from the Wangchuan River, which belongs to taking advantage of the situation and taking advantage."
"The Painted Skin Rakshasa is running to hinder the path of Lord Wangchuan."
"If we help her get out of trouble, even if it is used to cover for ourselves, it is inappropriate. This is easy to be regarded as the same group by Lord Wangchuan."
"Hindering his path is undoubtedly a mortal feud, and he will most likely not give up for the rest of his life!"
Zeng Jide's consciousness came back and pointed out earnestly: "We are not empty doors, but super factions, although we are mainly thieves, and we are not afraid of offending a government or a country, but we must also see major interests."
"With what we have gained, how can we make a mortal feud with Lord Wangchuan? It's too much of a loss, it's not worth it!"
Sun Lingtong said secretly in his heart: "Sure enough."
Zeng Jide's reaction was not beyond his expectations.
If he had forced it before, it was likely that he would have parted ways with Zeng Jide at this time.
"It's just ......."
"Xiao Zhuo is the son of the qi number brewing in the heavens of the human world, and he is the greatest human calamity against the Lord of Wangchuan."
"Old Zeng, you helped me this time, just to help Xiaozhuo. Regardless of success or failure, in the eyes of Lord Wangchuan, you are with us all the way
Ah."
Zeng Jide was kept in the dark, and he didn't want to offend Lord Wangchuan, but in fact he had already offended him!
However, he is not to blame.
Sun Lingtong was just a mere foundation builder, Zeng Jide would never have thought that there would be two foundation-building minor cultivators who would be bold enough to hinder the path of the Lord of Wangchuan.
What is the difference between this and ants provoking elephants?
Sun Lingtong frowned, deliberately embarrassed: "But, if we don't use the help of the Painted Rakshasas, how can we escape here?"
Zeng Jide only thought that he was worried about his own life, and his consciousness was transmitted, and he laughed and scolded: "Boy, are you afraid now? I didn't know anything at the beginning, so what about the momentum of breaking into the forgetful ferry?"
"I will not help this painted skin rakshasa."
"This woman is a demon cultivator, very cruel, and likes to mutilate innocents and skin to make treasures. Especially every time I use human skin, etc., when making a painting skin, I will do my best to torture it, so that fear, resentment, etc. can penetrate deeply into the human skin, so as to make the painting skin vivid."
"I can't stand this person!"
"Speaking of which, Wangchuan Immortal City is a way to guide people to goodness, giving soul cultivators and ghost cultivators a chance to start over and change their faces."
"Compared to painting skin Rakshasas, I will have more affection for Wangchuan Immortal City."
The Empty Sect is not a demonic sect, but an evil sect.
People in the evil sect are often both good and evil, and are generally between the righteous path and the demonic path, and are not bound by ordinary customs.
"Let nature take its course, let nature take its course......" Sun Lingtong reminded himself in his heart, but on the surface, he suddenly said, "So that's how it is. This demon cultivator is so cruel, maybe we rescue her, she will take revenge and take the lead against us!"
Zeng Jide continued to close his eyes and breathe, while comforting: "Don't worry, since I can take you in sneaking, I can take you out!"
"I just collided with that gold medal and was seriously injured."
"After recuperation, my strength has recovered, and it will not be a problem to leave here safely!"
Sun Lingtong was curious: "Gold medal? What is that?"
Zeng Jide did not hesitate to point out: "It is one of the national weapons, and it is one less when used once, and it is a consumable. Obviously, just now we triggered the arrangement of Lord Wangchuan here, which attracted one of the gold medals to fly."
"The national strength contained in this is not trivial, but fortunately no one presided over it...... If Lord Wangchuan is here and does it himself, I am afraid I will be killed by a blow!"
Zeng Jide had lingering fears and didn't care about exposing his embarrassment in front of his juniors.
"Okay, if there is any problem, let's talk about it when we get out of here and go to a safe place."
Zeng Jide did his best to recuperate.
Sun Lingtong was secretly anxious, but he had no choice but to "let nature take its course" and obediently obey orders.
Zeng Jide took half a column of incense and slowly opened his eyes.
His injuries have basically recovered.
"Alas, I still used a god-level elixir." Zeng Jide was just in his infancy, and without a higher-level healing pill, it would be impossible to recover so quickly.
During this period, Sun Lingtong didn't know how many thoughts he had.
Several times, he almost couldn't help it, wanting to do it himself, destroy the magic circle, and release the painted skin Rakshasas.
But in the end, he still held back and chose to believe the words of Buddhist doctor Meng Yaoyin to take care of him.
Go with the flow!
Zeng Jide no longer sat cross-legged, stood up, and picked up Sun Lingtong with one hand again.
Theft - Shadow Escape.
The old and the young turned into a black shadow again, escaping from the formation space like water and returning to the city lord's mansion.
The city lord's mansion is still heavily guarded.
But Zeng Jide's strength has recovered a lot, and he is no longer as embarrassed as before.
As he promised, after a while, he successfully left the City Lord's Mansion with Sun Ling Tong.
The two appeared in an alley.
Sun Lingtong no longer has hope on Zeng Jide at this moment: "Perhaps, I need to act alone next. Zeng Lao is not the next key figure."
Zeng Jide naturally didn't know Sun Lingtong's true thoughts, and said proudly: "What? Junior, I didn't lie to you, did I?"
Sun Lingtong immediately gave Zeng Jide a thumbs up and slapped several of them
Flattery.
Zeng Jide laughed a few times, and a brilliance flashed in his eyes: "The kid is a little insincere, the praise is superficial, and it is a bit perfunctory."
Sun Lingtong smiled: "The junior greatly admires your methods, senior. But ......
Zeng Jide: "But what?"
Sun Lingtong scratched his head: "But, I always feel that this theft is not enjoyable."
Sun Lingtong just felt it, but these unintentional sincere words made Zeng Jide suddenly freeze in place.
Sun Lingtong wondered: "Senior? Senior?"
Zeng Jide's face sank, his brows furrowed, staring in the direction of the city lord's mansion, with a look of shame on his face: "Okay, what a forgotten Sichuan lord."
He patted Sun Lingtong on the shoulder: "Boy, it's really good to walk with you. Thanks to your reminder, I almost fell for Lord Wangchuan's scheme!"
Sun Lingtong was even more confused: "Huh?"
Zeng Jide gritted his teeth, snorted coldly in the direction of the city lord's mansion, and then said: "Boy, do you dare to enter the city lord's mansion with me again and steal this place upside down?"
Sun Lingtong did not expect Zeng Jide's attitude to change so drastically.
He nodded quickly: "Then this is great!"
Zeng Jide laughed: "Boy, you are just building a foundation, this courage is greater than mine."
Sun Lingtong quickly bowed his hands and complimented: "Isn't this because of Zeng Laoyou, if it were me, I would guarantee that I would be far away at this moment."
Being able to be trusted by his juniors who admire him so much makes Zeng Jide feel even more happy.
He laughed, grabbed Sun Lingtong's arm, fled again, and sneaked into the city lord's mansion.
Altar Battlefield.
Luo Si and the Earth Demon Filthy God fought endlessly, and the situation was difficult.
Ning Zhuo was suspended in front of the tributary of Wangchuan, not daring to cross the thunder pond for half a step.
He tried his best to push the ice coffin into the tributary, and at the beginning, it froze the river surface.
But with the awakening of Lord Wangchuan's body, Ning Zhuo's plan was directly abandoned.
The Lord of Wangchuan held a string of beads and kept twisting it between his fingers, using it to control the movement of the tributaries of Wangchuan.
If Sun Lingtong was here, he could recognize at a glance that there were many Wangchuan vortex eyes on the bead string. Every vortex eye is a full magic weapon level!
This natural magic weapon often has a single function, but it is targeted.
It is impossible for artificial magic weapons to affect the Wangchuan River to such an extent, but a magic weapon like the Wangchuan Vortex Eye can easily do it.
In essence, they are born from the Wangchuan River and are one.
Lord Wangchuan's whole body was surging, maintaining spells, controlling the tributary, and swallowing the ice coffin into the most central part of the tributary.
Here, a vortex is formed that traps the ice coffin.
The cold air from the ice coffin kept overflowing, freezing the tributaries. But the vortex kept choosing, throwing the ice out and attracting the current.
And the ice cubes were thrown out of the tributary, and they were affected by Lord Wangchuan's spell, and quickly turned into water.
Relying on this method, Lord Wangchuan wrapped the ice coffin in it and separated him from Ning Zhuoyuan.
Facing two god-level transformations at the same time, Ning Zhuo fell into an ice cave.
How else can this be fought?
The gap between the two sides is really too big!
But the initial confusion quickly disappeared, and Ning Zhuo's eyes flashed: "Wangchuan Fujun's body...... It seems to be very weak."
If it weren't for this, Lord Wangchuan would have flown out of the tributary of Wangchuan long ago and beheaded Ning Zhuo.
But he was still sitting in the tributary, and even dealing with ice coffins was a tactic of wasting time. For a while, Ning Zhuo, who was outside the tributary, could no longer make a move.
"Lord Wangchuan is so weak, can I take the opportunity to cross the tributary of Wangchuan?"
Ning Zhuo shook his head and dispelled this bold idea.
The inside of the Wangchuan tributary is constantly frozen, and the outside is rolling and the water is monstrous. If Ning Zhuo forced himself to cross, he would definitely be involved as soon as possible, and then Lord Wangchuan would likely take the opportunity to attack and let Ning Zhuo drown in the river!
"But the ice coffin is lost, how can I solve the problem of crossing the river?"
Ning Zhuo's brows furrowed, feeling quite embarrassed.
He almost solved this problem. But the key answer was that the ice coffin had been lost, and the timely awakening of Lord Wangchuan's body made Ning Zhuo fail
A basket!
Ning Zhuo gritted his teeth and thought quickly, but he couldn't think of any countermeasures.
He subconsciously stroked the mechanism ring, which was still quiet.
?cO
Ning Zhuo's heart sank further down, and the previous conjecture came to mind again.
He immediately changed his mind, silently thinking in his heart that he had forcibly crossed the tributary of the Wangchuan River, and then turned back to assist Luo Si in a hand-to-hand battle with the Earth Evil Filth God......
The mechanism ring was dead.
"Sure enough, the talent on the ring has been suppressed."
"Did this situation start when you set foot on the Black Cloud Battlefield?"
The ice coffin answer fell into the hands of the enemy, and the mechanism ring was not able to give Ning Zhuo a hint.
The mechanism ring helped Ning Zhuo a lot, which made the big-headed boy feel flustered and couldn't help but think: "If you can't do anything, do you want to withdraw?"
He was shaken.
But just for a moment, this wavering was stifled by him!
"My mother and the eldest are still on the other side, they have hopes for me, how can I drop the chain here?"
"The energy of the Yang world sent me to this stage, and it must not be here to send me to death."
"Since Lord Wangchuan can temporarily detain the ice coffin, he can suppress the crusade against him by the heavens of the Yang world. Then I will definitely be able to make changes and create more opportunities."
"It's a tough challenge!"
Ning Zhuo thought of this, but the corners of his mouth were slightly tilted, his fighting spirit bottomed out and rebounded, constantly soaring upwards.
He is no stranger to this kind of dilemma.
Wasn't it like this when I was in the Fire Persimmon Immortal City and in the Lava Immortal Palace?
The firm fighting spirit made Ning Zhuo calm down again and began to think about how to break the situation.
"The ghost tide is surging and the white paper is dangerous, and the solitary swan breaks the sky with a candle. The guest star should shine on the north of the Wenshu, and the Vientiane lamp will destroy itself." He secretly recited this proverb poem again.
"The guest star should be in the north ...... of Wenshu"
He chewed on this sentence.
According to the order of the poems, the previous sentence "The solitary swan breaks the candle and breaks the curtain" has been fulfilled. Then the next sentence "The guest star should follow Wenshu North" should be the answer to the crack.
For this poem, Ning Zhuo already had a clue.
When he was in the White Paper Immortal City, he also deliberately handed over the sacrificial text of the heavenly ghost reincarnation to Wen Nephrite, a Confucian cultivator, to interpret.
Ning Zhuo not only got the answer to the interpretation, but also received a lot of funding from Wen Nephrite!
"The thing reflected in this poem is to break the formation."
"In other words, breaking the formation here is the right way to do it?"
"What kind of formation is this? Where are the formations and eyes? Where is the heart of the formation?"
Ning Zhuo was blackened by this and didn't know anything.
He looked at the altar from a distance and guessed in his heart: "The altar is obviously the core, I'm afraid it's the heart of the formation?"
But even if the conjecture is correct, it is useless.
If he wanted to break through the altar, he had to cross the tributary of the Wangchuan River first, which formed a dead knot.
He looked around again.
This pitch-black battlefield was surrounded by a long evil aura on all sides, forming a strong barrier.
A flash of inspiration flashed in Ning Zhuo's sea of spirit: "Could it be that we should actually withdraw and face the large formation on the Black Cloud battlefield again?"
He felt that this answer was probably correct, but he looked in the direction of Luo Si from a distance and couldn't help but hesitate.
The ears of Lord Wangchuan were full of the sound of water.
"Yin Jiuzhu is the biggest enemy in my life!" Lord Wangchuan sighed in his heart.
The Han Yuan Ice Coffin Candle sealed the Mingjiao Scissors, even if the main body of the Lord of Wangchuan made a move, it could only continue to be worn out, and there was still some distance from cracking.
All because the Hanyuan Ice Coffin Candle is not a simple ice genus, but a fire that reverses the water genus, and then adds the yin genus to achieve the ice genus.
This is one of Yin Jiuzhu's housekeeping skills, if it is easy to crack, he will be the king of a mansion in vain.
"Take back the Mingjiao Scissors, everything is easy!" Lord Wangchuan kept twisting the bead string.
Click......
In the faint sound, cracks appeared on the surface of several Wangchuan vortex eyes.
Even if he tried to control the tributaries, he almost relied on the beads in his hand, and even did not provide much mana support, so that the beads kept consuming his own foundation.
Ning Zhuo's insight was right, the Lord of Wangchuan in this state had quite worrying combat power, and it was safe to stay in the tributary of Wangchuan.