chsdbacks Chapter 118 Life is tough, every little bit counts
Chapter 118 Life is tough, every little bit counts
Chapter 118 Life is tough, every little bit counts
A separate space.
The funeral procession, with its paper figures unlike any other eerie creatures, exuded a sinister and malevolent aura.
Pure Yin energy!
It thrives by gathering yin energy!
The old turtle hovered behind Zhang Qingguan, its gray light surging like a torrent.
Zhang Qingguan rubbed his hands together, brandishing lightning: "Lightning, come!"
Thunder rumbled and crackled in his palm, yet the void churned, filled with clouds and rain, but unable to gather any lightning.
"wrong----"
Zhang Qingguan's expression changed. He couldn't summon thunder, and his thunder magic had been crippled again.
Damn it, I haven't had a good time ever since I went to the new district.
"Gu Qingyi————"
The void rippled, and the surrounding scenery changed as Gu Qingyi and the car disappeared at the same time.
Gu Qingyi on the other side was equally surprised and suspicious. The Bodhisattva appeared and disappeared: "This space is not right. We should be in another space. Even the old turtle has been separated."
"Such a bizarre thing?" Gu Qingyi exclaimed in shock. "Spatial isolation... this doesn't seem like Zhang Qing's ability."
Zhang Qing was merely a thread containing neurotoxins, and did not understand spatial power.
The paper figure exuded a powerful, chilling aura that pierced straight to the soul.
The Bodhisattva emanated golden light, resembling a true Buddha, and warded off the evil winds.
Four black-clad paper figures leaped forward, their threads crisscrossing like soul-binding chains.
"Palm Thunder!"
Gu Qingyi controlled the thunder, and arcs of electricity raged through the void.
The paper figures all scoffed: "A mere trick of lightning, its spatial properties are peculiar, yet it can't summon any lightning at all—"
Two grenades exploded with a deafening roar, the shockwaves sweeping in all directions, distorting the void. The black-clad man at the forefront was the first to be hit, instantly blasted into pieces.
The two paper figures behind hurriedly retreated, but were still affected; their yin energy dissipated, and their bodies were covered in cracks.
Gu Qingyi had already led Qin Dayou to retreat quickly, avoiding the shockwave.
In the depths of darkness, a figure in black paused, and the silk threads in his hands snapped.
He stared blankly at his hands, then glanced at Gu Qingyi in the distance, and cursed, "No martial ethics! This is a fucking palm strike?!"
Whose palm grenade is this, firing a hand grenade instead?
Moreover, isn't this grenade a bit too powerful?
the other side.
When Zhang Qingguan conjured up the grenade, the paper figure was equally bewildered.
You think you're some kind of Taoist priest who can throw grenades from the palm of your hand?
Do you live up to your status and the reputation of the Taoist patriarch?
"We've been telling you to believe in science for years, and you still don't understand."
Zhang Qingguan lightly raised his palms, and two hand grenades appeared: "Take another thunder spell from this Daoist!"
The entire strange space was filled with a deafening roar; the earth shook, the ground cracked, dust flew everywhere, and the void twisted, with cracks faintly appearing.
Clearly, this so-called space cannot withstand the lightning spell.
A vast stream of Yin energy, like a torrent, poured into the strange space, and the cracked space quickly healed.
Although Zhang Qingguan and Gu Qingyi were in different spaces, they sensed each other's presence when cracks appeared in their spaces.
The two attacked simultaneously, sending four grenades flying out and exploding into the void once again.
The space trembled again with a rumbling sound.
Gu Bai, watching the turbulent space from afar, asked, "Did you see it?"
Tai Sui seemed to be deep in thought: "This seems to be... a piece of cloth?"
Gu Bai said, "To be precise, it's a canvas. Our fellow human should be called a painter."
Tai Sui said with disdain, "This place is so eerie, I can't bring myself to eat."
"His true form isn't sinister at all; he's a sentient being," Gu Bai praised. "Using yin energy to create a medium and yang energy to nourish himself, they do know how to use both methods simultaneously, walking on two legs."
"Let's see if he has any new skills. If that's all he has, he won't be able to keep his canvas," Tai Sui said.
As soon as he finished speaking, the canvas underwent another change.
The yin energy, as dark as ink, spread across the canvas, transforming into a passageway that connects the two spaces.
The four grenades collided at that moment, and a terrifying force surged in all directions. Zhang Qingguan and Gu Qingyi's expressions changed simultaneously.
The old turtle and the Bodhisattva immediately stood in front of him to protect him.
The terrifying shockwave caused both Old Wangba and Zhang Qingguan to slide backward simultaneously.
The Bodhisattva crashed into Gu Qingyi's body, Gu Qingyi's mouth splattered with crimson blood, and she flew backwards with Qin Dayou.
After retreating more than ten meters and regaining her balance, Gu Qingyi wiped away the blood: "What a bizarre method."
"The other side can connect the two spaces at any time, making us kill each other. If we forcefully break through here again, we will be severely injured, and Qin Dayou will also die."
The Bodhisattva frowned and said, "To be able to lock up that old turtle, the opponent's strength is unfathomable, and there are two of them."
Gu Qingyi's expression changed: "Two?"
The Bodhisattva said in a deep voice, "One space and one paper figure are not enough to lock up the old turtle."
Suddenly, the void trembled and space shook. Two mountains filled with overwhelming yin energy descended from the sky, pressing down on Zhang Qingguan and Gu Qingyi at the same time.
Zhang Qingguan channeled his true qi throughout his body, and the old turtle emitted a gray light again. A powerful repulsive force surged forth, causing the mountains that were pressing down to tremble and unable to fall.
"Gu Qingyi can't hold on for long. We must find that passage and meet up with her," Zhang Qingguan whispered.
Old Wang Ba frowned deeply: "There are at least two quasi-king level here, only half a point below me. I can't get through to them for the time being."
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"One more time!" Zhang Qingguan unleashed a thunderous palm strike: "Palm Thunder!"
the other side.
Gu Qingyi also threw another grenade, blasting it towards the mountain above her head.
With a deafening roar, the mountain peak exploded, sending shockwaves surging. Gu Qingyi, having pushed her true and Bodhisattva powers to their limits, quickly retreated with Qin Dayou.
Having barely managed to steady himself, the void rippled, and a figure in black, carrying a sinister aura, wielded a sharp paper knife, and thrust it towards Qin Dayou.
Just as Gu Qingyi was about to be unable to come to her rescue, Qin Dayou opened his eyes, his eerie aura surging, and struck out with his palm, sending a grenade flying.
With a deafening roar, the figure in black collapsed instantly, and cracks reappeared in the void.
The hazy rainwater spread and seeped into the void cracks, making them difficult to repair.
"Damn it, it's not Qin Dayou!"
"Damn it, they fooled us all."
Qin Dayou's face twisted, transforming into a delicate and alluring face, none other than Yanran: "I admit, you are very strong, but you underestimate us too much. We want this medium."
"The highest virtue is like water, which nourishes all things silently."
The old turtle's voice rang out, and repulsive and pulling forces exploded simultaneously, causing the void cracks to expand rapidly, and the entire canvas resembled a shattered mirror.
The yin energy kept pouring in, but it was difficult to resist the power of the old turtle.
Gu Qingyi, Bodhisattva, and Yanran simultaneously unleashed their thunder magic, throwing grenades into the void cracks.
A deafening roar tore the night apart, shattering the void, unleashing a torrent of yin energy that swept across all directions, and the eerie canvas crumbled.
The tattered canvas fell with the wind, and two figures in black fell from the void.
As soon as Gu Qingyi landed on her feet and breathed a sigh of relief, strands of silk suddenly extended from the void, crisscrossing all around and strangling her, trying to cut her into pieces.
"You are dead!"
Zhang Qing's voice was like the Grim Reaper demanding a life, cold as frost.
Suddenly, a thread appeared, somehow binding two black-clad figures in the void, causing them to rush towards the dense thread.
Two figures in black shouted in shock and anger, "Zhang Qing, you fucking killed us all too, huh?!"
Zhang Qing's expression changed, and the silk thread in his hand immediately became chaotic. Gu Qingyi seized the opportunity to step forward.
Yanran transformed into a streak of red light, emerged from the silk threads, picked up the scroll from the ground, and arrived behind the old turtle.
Gu Bai disliked Yin energy, but she didn't; it could enhance her strength.
"Palm grenades!" Zhang Qingguan and Old Wangba attacked simultaneously, sending out more than ten grenades.
"Run! I'll beat you up! You have no sportsmanship!"
Zhang Qing and the two figures in black scrambled into the darkness, but they were still a step too slow and were injured by the explosion, with a bunch of things falling off their bodies.
The silk thread silently carried the item away.
"One arm? Dozens of tea packets? And that's all you got?" Tai Sui was somewhat disappointed.
Gu Bai yawned: "Just finding some food is enough. What, you want to fight with the backup?"
Tai Sui exclaimed in surprise, "There are others of the same kind providing backup?"
Gu Bai rolled his eyes: "Life is tough, every little bit counts. This tea is better than copper tea. Go home and cook. As for that arm, dismember it, but don't leave any marks."
Tai Sui: "How about I piece your arm back together? That'll do."
"Get lost, this isn't how you sell organs; I thought it was just Zhang Qing alone, or one person secretly, but it turns out it's a whole gang—"