They thought of going together, decisively opened the Wanli Dragon, and teleported back to the Black Cloud Battlefield.
The black cloud battlefield had collapsed, leaving only the turbid air barrier wrapping around the altar battlefield.
But after the previous fierce battle, coupled with the Wangchuan Immortal City, Zeng Jide directly stole the turbid qi surge barrier in the earth lungs, causing the turbid qi barrier to be very thin, and the passage created by the black ball of the ruins before still existed and did not make up for it.
The dragon passed through the passage and flew into the altar battlefield.
There is formation protection here, and the dragon cannot shuttle in directly.
Seeing this scene, Lord Wangchuan, who was far away in the Immortal City of Wangchuan, suddenly frowned deeply.
"Look, the bone is back on the top of the altar." Qing Chi exclaimed, and looked at Luo Si and Ning Zhuo again, "How did you two guess?"
Rossi was silent.
Ning Zhuo smiled slightly: "Simple. When the Earth Demon Turbid God fights, he will be replenished with strength, which is obviously caused by the formation teleportation."
"Although I can't recognize the large formation here, I already know that it has teleportation power."
"After the heavenly ghost skull flew out, the tributary of Wangchuan did not follow suit, which is also a big doubt."
"The combination of the two indicates that Lord Wangchuan is likely to be able to use this large formation to directly teleport the skulls of the heavenly ghosts that are wandering outside."
Qing Chi looked at Ning Zhuo adoringly: "Xiao Ma, you have become so smart! You are much smarter than before!"
Ning Zhuo's eyes became sharp, and he looked at the altar: "The phantom of the Buddha has dissipated, and Lord Wangchuan has regained the skull of the heavenly ghost, so he must not be allowed to succeed!"
"Otherwise, all our previous efforts and sacrifices will be useless."
Qing Chi thought of his father, and immediately showed anger and hatred: "Xiao Ma, you are right, you must not let Lord Wangchuan get his wish!"
Ross was already thinking about how to break the situation.
The altar stands quietly in the center, as solid as a mountain.
Around the altar, there is a tributary of the Wangchuan River.
At the top of the altar was the skull of the heavenly ghost, which was no longer shrouded in blood-colored light. But there was an extra layer of hazy yellow dust, which was transformed by the remnants of the Earth Demon Turbid God.
Ning Zhuo is once again facing the old problem - how to break through the tributaries of Wangchuan!
However, compared to before, there were only three of them left here on the Altar Battlefield. Of course, you can think with your heels that Lord Wangchuan must have ordered the army to be sent over. Even, his body was on the way to kill him.
Therefore, Ning Zhuo did not have much time.
He still has to race against time!
"We are divided into three routes." Ning Zhuo thought for a while and gave an order.
The three of them left the mechanism and wandered into three directions, ready to break in at any time.
They communicated with each other with their consciousness and started at the same time.
Lord Wangchuan was fully focused, commanding the tributaries of Wangchuan from afar, blocking left and right, preferring to let go of Qingchi and Luo Si rather than block Ning Zhuo.
"To get on the altar, you must meet three conditions at the same time."
"Among the three, I'm afraid I'm the only one who can do it!"
Ning Zhuo secretly said that it was not good.
The previous phantom of the Annihilating Buddha stepped on this pit and was successfully calculated by Lord Wangchuan.
Qing Chi and Luo Si were just cover, Ning Zhuo was the key figure, and only he could ascend the altar.
But Lord Wangchuan also saw this and strictly guarded against Ning Zhuo!
"Attack the tributary of the Wangchuan River? This is too much combat power and too much delay."
"Alas, Boss Sun also meets the conditions, if only he was here!"
At this moment, Ning Zhuo missed Sun Lingtong extremely much.
On the banks of the Wangchuan River.
"Cough, cough, cough......" Zeng Jide bent down deeply, coughed violently, his ghost body trembled endlessly, and spat out a series of soul breaths.
His aura fell to the bottom, showing unprecedented weakness.
"Senior!" Sun Lingtong was extremely concerned.
Zeng Jide turned his head and stared deeply at Sun Lingtong: "You little ghost, you have ulterior motives when you go to Wangchuan Immortal City, right?"
Sun Lingtong touched his nose and said calmly: "Let the senior see it, that's what happened."
"Hey! That's why you can't wait to steal these round stone essences, but you actually want to induce me to help you." Zeng Jide took a deep breath and stabilized his breath.
Sun Lingtong smiled and said: "Senior, it's my fault......"
Zeng Jide waved his hand: "I didn't expect to be calculated by you, a kid, hey, what deep hatred do you have with Lord Wangchuan to ruin his path?"
"Seeing such a fierce reaction from the City Lord's Mansion, these small stones and big stones I stole must be very important!"
Sun Lingtong hesitated for a moment.
Zeng Jide frowned: "Forget it, you don't say it."
"Our fate is over, so we are separated."
Although he said so, Zeng Jide still took out a talisman and flew it to Sun Lingtong.
"You stick the talisman on your body, run straight, and stay away from the Wangchuan underworld as soon as possible, the farther away the better!"
"Don't underestimate the strength and methods of the king of a mansion."
"The reason why we were able to make a big fuss in Wangchuan Immortal City was also a coincidence, because Lord Wangchuan was attacked from all sides and had no time to take care of him, and the power of the entire Wangchuan Underworld was heavily weakened, and it was the weakest time."
Sun Lingtong saw that Zeng Jide was still willing to help him, and immediately showed gratitude: "Senior......"
"Hey, stinky boy, you owe me a big favor. See you in the future!" Zeng Jide waved his hand and disappeared out of thin air, leaving Sun Lingtong as a little boy, standing by the wide river in a daze.
Sun Lingtong tried to contact Ning Zhuo, but still failed.
He thought for a while, immediately took out the black blood paper horse, and ran in the direction of the Water Burial Valley.
"The task given to me by Buddhist doctor Meng Yaoyin is probably completed. If you let it be...... It should be a meeting with Ning Zhuo!"
Altar Battlefield.
The tributaries of Wangchuan were gushing endlessly, shuttling and flowing, and they were extraordinarily smart, blocking Ning Zhuo's several sprints and cracking all the latter's breakthrough plans.
Ning Zhuo suddenly grinned and took out the psychic mirror.
The mirror light shot directly onto the altar, directly sending out the Shadow Blade Night Tiger!
But the next moment, Meng Yehu's figure was shrouded in yellow dust and mist, and he actually cut off contact with Ning Zhuo.
"Oh no." Ning Zhuo's expression changed slightly.
Luo Si's consciousness was transmitted and reminded: "Young master, this loess dust and smoke are dispersed by the distraction of the Lord of Wangchuan, which has the power to pollute magic weapons and even pollute spirituality."
Ning Zhuo gritted his teeth, how could he not know, but he didn't expect that the Earth Demon Turbid God had collapsed, and the yellow dust left behind still had such power.
"Meng Yehu is like this, if I want to reach the top of the altar, I have to pass through a large area of yellow dust, how can I solve this problem?"
While Ning Zhuo asked himself, Luo Si suddenly made a move.
He sacrificed the remaining half of the Wangchuan extradition line and once again used his fishing technique [Nine Abyss Drainage Pocket].
"It's now!" Luo Si shouted loudly, controlling the drainage pocket to protect Ning Zhuo.
Ning Zhuo gritted his teeth, grabbed the fighter, controlled the iron armor, and shot away.
In this battle, his flying ability helped him too much. His transformation of the Iron Hanjia was extremely critical and indispensable!
The tributaries of Wangchuan River are blocked by the drainage pocket, and many flowing water flows along the mesh and in other directions. The originally powerful tributaries drained too much, which immediately slowed down the strength and speed of the sprint and round trip.
Ning Zhuo rushed to the altar because of this!
"Success!" Qingchi cheered.
But new tests are imminent.
Ning Zhuo broke into the yellow dust, only to feel that it was difficult to breathe, his movements were stiff, and at the same time, his mana and thinking were difficult to operate.
"The Vientiane Light is self-urging!"
Ning Zhuo was blessed to his heart, and the proverbs and poems crossed his mind again and again.
He took out the Qianmo lamp.
This lamp comes from the Vientiane Sect and is the existence that most corresponds to the "Vientiane Lamp" in Ning Zhuo's hands.
It is shaped like an eight-edged column, 4 feet 2 inches high, and 1 foot 8 inches thick. The top is domed, and the bottom is square, implying the principle of the sky and the round place.
The light is faint and yellowed, seemingly powerless, but it makes the yellow dust easily separate!
All of this lamp expertise is to greatly adjust the local atmosphere, create fertile soil and fertile fields, and can facilitate road traffic.
Most of the things transformed by the earth evil turbid god are turbid qi in the lungs of the earth.
The most important thing is that this distraction has dissipated, and no matter how strong the unmanned earth lung turbidity is, it is just a natural treasure.
"No!!" At this moment, Lord Wangchuan's eyes widened, and he no longer had the slightest demeanor.
In front of Ning Zhuo, the yellow dust and earth qi automatically separated with the light, forming a dust-free passage.
He walked forward, walking slower and slower.
The invisible pressure is as heavy as a mountain, vast and majestic!
This is derived from ancient rituals, pointing directly to the pressure of the origin of life, it is the power of heaven!
The pressure directly acted on his soul, so much so that Ning Zhuo had auditory hallucinations, as if he had heard the wailing, praying, murmuring, and laughing of hundreds of millions of living beings!
The divine sea shook violently, like turning the river over.
Distracting thoughts surged and emotions arose, as if they were about to flood Ning Zhuo's divine sea, making him unable to think calmly.
Ning Zhuo snorted, and the military strength of the Qingjiao Army faded like a tide, unable to be blessed.
Ning Zhuo's soul was stimulated, although it swayed violently, but it was also accompanied by a lot of pressure, and began to emit a soul halo.
Although the halo is not huge, it is as condensed as steel!
Ning Zhuo was as firm as a reef in a raging wave, although his speed was getting slower and slower, and his pace was getting shorter and shorter, but he was always moving forward, even if it was little by little, inch by inch!
Ning Zhuo felt as if his feet were filled with lead water, and endless hatred and resentment penetrated into his body, like hundreds of millions of corrupt maggots gnawing at his body!
This is the curse on heaven and earth and the jealousy of living beings when the heavenly ghost dies tragically.
The resentment and vitriousness enveloped Ning Zhuo, causing bursts of blue smoke to come out of his body, the smell of burning was born, and the pain was deep.
Ning Zhuo shouted lowly, encouraging the military evil energy in his body, and exploded brazenly! The rich blood-colored evil aura came out of his body, fierce, fierce, and full of the resolute will to kill on the battlefield.
The resentment and jealousy were crushed by the army and retreated steadily.
Ning Zhuo was like a Shura wearing blood-colored battle armor, with every step he took, his feet exploded with blood on the steps, struggling to find a foothold!
The military demon was rapidly consuming, his face turned from white to red, and blood overflowed from his clenched teeth, but his steps gradually accelerated.
He survived the most difficult moments in the early stage and gradually adapted to the terrifying coercion.
The soul was severely tested and condensed several times.
Halfway through, he also found Meng Yehu.
Meng Yehu's whole body was stained with yellow dust, and his spirit was covered with dust, and he couldn't wake up. Ning Zhuo had more important things to do, so he put it away first and left it for later.
Ning Zhuo finally stepped on the last step and reached the top of the altar.
Ning Zhuo stretched out his hand and directly picked up the heavenly ghost skull.
Can't hold it!
Just a skull, but it is as heavy as a mountain.
At the same time, a chill arose from the deepest part of Ning Zhuo's heart, which was a coldness that penetrated deep into the bone marrow, as if he was being judged by fate and scrutinized by heaven and earth.
This is not what you should take.
You don't deserve it!
You are not qualified!!
Click, click......
The sound of cracking sounded.
Ning Zhuo looked down and saw cracks on the dragon energy jade pendant on his belt. The dragon energy gushed out and flowed into Ning Zhuo's body.
In just an instant, Ning Zhuo raised his hand suddenly, and the heavenly ghost's skull became very light in an instant. Caught off guard, Ning Zhuo almost lost control and fell backwards.
The dark blue skull, close in front of him, exuded a mysterious aura, which made Ning Zhuo lose consciousness.
"Be careful!" Qingchi and Ross shouted together.
But Lord Wangchuan had already calculated Ning Zhuo's reaction, and at the critical moment, he tried his best to pull the tributary of Wangchuan like a dragon with its head raised, climbed directly onto the altar, and engulfed Ning Zhuo in one bite.
Ning Zhuo finally fell into the tributary of Wangchuan!
Hula.
The tributary of the Wangchuan River retreated and became a winding river, connected from head to end, and wrapped around the altar.
The string of beads left by Lord Wangchuan has completely disintegrated. This completely caused him to lose control of the tributaries of the Wangchuan River.
But he has achieved his goal.
Seeing the drowning Ning Zhuo, he muttered: "Die, die!"
"No!" Qing Chi ignored it and ran towards Ning Zhuo.
Luo Si pressed her shoulder: "Wait a minute!"
"General Qing, calm down. I have a way to rescue the young master."
Qing Chi turned around suddenly: "Do you have a way? Speak quickly!"
Ross took out the spare fishing rod, fishing line and hook, quickly put them together, and handed them to Qingchi: "I'll teach you your fishing skills!"
Qing Chi was stunned, and then woke up: "Although I have also dropped fish, ...... Your fishing skills must be better than mine, and you are more likely to succeed!"
But Luo Si immediately shook his head and revealed the cruel truth: "If you want to fish in the Wangchuan River, the bait must be memory and feelings, which is extraordinary."
"If we want to save the young master now, we have to use the memories and feelings associated with him."
"And I have been with the young master for too long, and without heavy bait, it is impossible to catch him."
"General Qing, only you are the savior of the young master! Don't hesitate any longer, hurry up!"
Qing Chi gritted his teeth, took the fishing rod in a panic, and threw out the fishing line under Luo Si's guidance.
This step was quite smooth, after all, Qingchi lived in a gloomy and dark swamp and had relatively rich fishing experience.
The tributary of Wangchuan was relatively clear, and Qing Chi and Luo Si could see the fish hook probing into the tributary and hooking it on Ning Zhuo's body.
Qingchi was overjoyed and hurriedly raised the rod, wanting to catch his lover ashore.
The hook hooked on Ning Zhuo's clothes, which was quite firm. The fishing rod was bent, and the fishing line collapsed straight, but it couldn't lift a bit of height, but instead drooped down as Ning Zhuo sank.
Qing Chi's heart trembled, thinking of Luo Si's explanation just now.
She must use her past memories and feelings as bait to rescue her sweetheart!