On one of the deserted islands in the Fallen Land, an early Dharma adept was floating in mid-air. The matrix beneath his feet covered more than half of the deserted island. At the same time, it also surrounded him, who was floating several feet above the island.
Rong Cheng Laozu's expression was grim as he spread out his Divine Will as far as he could, searching for clues in the void outside the island.
He had been trapped on this island for about four hours. Although he had not been able to detect the hidden Wind Shura, Rong Cheng Laozu's instincts told him that the Shura was hiding nearby, waiting for him to step out of the formation on the deserted island to be greeted with a thunderous attack.
It was a pity that half of his skills were focused on formations, but most of the formation tools he had brought with him had been destroyed when the sixth line of defense was breached. He could only set up this simple formation on this deserted island. Otherwise, he would not have been in such a sorry state!
Rong Cheng Laozu reached out to touch the torn shirt on his left arm. There had originally been a half-foot long wound there, and although he had used a hemostasis technique to seal the wound, a bright red mark could still be seen clearly.
There was more than one such mark on his body. On his right shoulder, there was also a red mark left behind by the shrinking of the wound.
These two wounds and the torn shirt made Rong Cheng Laozu's originally dignified image look a little more pathetic from afar.
Rong Cheng Laozu knew that the longer he dragged this on, the more disadvantageous it would be for him. This was because at this time, the Mara army was already moving towards the seventh line of defense, and the Mara behind them were still continuously encircling and suppressing the scattered adepts. Once the hidden Wind Shura waited for reinforcements to arrive, he would be faced with a disaster.
However, things often happened when one was afraid of something. Just as Rong Cheng Laozu was worried that the hidden Wind Shura in the void would find reinforcements, several streaks of light suddenly appeared in the sky, and more than ten large Mara flew in the direction of the deserted island.
A ball of light appeared in Rong Cheng Laozu's hand, and a silver chain wrapped around his wrist after the light dissipated.
More than a dozen large Mara immediately surrounded the deserted island after they arrived. Rong Cheng Laozu suddenly raised his head and looked above his head. The Wind Asura that had been chasing him before was standing above his head and grinning at him. Then, its entire body turned into a whirlwind and crashed into the protective formation above Rong Cheng Laozu's head.
At the same time, the dozen or so big Mara also unleashed their companion magic treasures and attacked the simple formation set up by Rong Cheng Laozu.
"Damn it!"
Rong Cheng Laozu cursed in his heart, and he also threw the silver chain in his hand. The front of the chain was a gem that looked like a snake's head, and it collided with the hanging wind column.
Patriarch Rong Cheng cursed inwardly. His entire body was smashed into the bottom of the deserted island by a great force. If it was not for the protective array formation outside the island that slightly blocked Feng Xiuluo's attack, he would have suffered a great loss from this attack.
Even so, the Wind Asura's attack still made him have no time to care about the operation of the deserted island's formation. If it was only this Wind Asura, after all, he had suffered a small loss in the previous blow, but the Wind Asura was also temporarily repelled, and the formation was safe.
However, there were more than a dozen big Mara around the deserted island attacking the protective formation together. At the moment when the formation stopped operating, the formation plate under Rong Cheng Laozu's feet had already cracked seven or eight times, and the formation was broken.
The Wind Asura rolled up a gust of wind, and strange howls like ghosts and wolves came from the wind. Along with the dozen or so Mara around the surrounding, they surrounded Rong Cheng Laozu and attacked.
Rong Cheng Laozu secretly sighed. It seemed that he was going to die here today!
The chain in his hand seemed to have become a swimming snake at this time, embedding itself in Rong Cheng Laozu's flesh and began to swim. In a flash, it gathered at his chest and converged into a vivid silver snake.
Rong Cheng Laozu suddenly opened his eyes, and a blood-red color appeared at the bottom of his eyes. Since there was no way to escape, he might as well die together!
Rong Cheng Laozu simply did not dodge the attacks from all directions, and waited for the besieging Shuras to be the closest to him.
Seeing that Rong Cheng Laozu was about to be hit by these attacks, and the aura around Rong Cheng Laozu was also rising more and more, there was even a "chi chi" sound coming from his chest. Suddenly, there was a dense burst of explosions behind him. The surrounding Mara exclaimed one after another, and all the companion magic treasures that were attacking Rong Cheng Laozu were all withdrawn, as if they had encountered a great danger, and they could no longer care about Rong Cheng Laozu.
Someone was helping!
Rong Cheng Laozu was surprised and delighted. The aura around him suddenly fell back, and the "chi chi" sound from his chest also disappeared. When he looked up, he saw a huge strange dragon made of Spiritual Qi roaring and rushing toward the Wind Shura who had turned into a gust of wind in the sky.
At this time, Rong Cheng Laozu simply escaped from death, and he did not have the slightest thought of dying together with his enemy. He suddenly pulled his right hand from his chest, and the silver chain that had turned into a silver snake was forcibly pulled out from the flesh of his chest. A stream of blood splashed, and he did not care about this injury. The silver chain in his hand refined into a strange snake that was 90 feet long, and together with the strange dragon made of Spiritual Qi in the sky, attacked the Wind Shura from both sides.
The sounds of fighting came from all around, and the roars of fighting came one after another. There was more than one person helping. The dozen or so Mara in the surroundings were already being held back by someone, and they seemed to have the upper hand.
Rong Cheng Laozu quickly glanced around and saw about 20 Core Forging adepts fighting with more than a dozen Mara, and in the sky, a Dharma adept of about 20 years of age was calmly smiling at him. Then, he focused on directing the strange dragon in the sky to attack the Wind Shura.
Rong Cheng Laozu hurriedly calmed himself down. The silver chain shook its head and tail, and together with the strange dragon, they tore open the wall of wind in mid-air and took the opportunity to attack.
A howl came from the sky, and suddenly, a voice sounded in Rong Cheng Laozu's ear. "Oh no, my friend, quickly withdraw your treasure!"
Rong Cheng Laozu was stunned. He reached out and pulled the silver chain in the air, and the silver chain immediately flew back, leaving only a giant silver snake that continued to attack the Wind Shura with the strange dragon. However, the power of the giant silver snake had suddenly decreased by more than half.
Puff!
Like a candle that had been blown out, the tornado in mid-air suddenly collapsed, and the violent waves of Spirit Qi caused Rong Cheng Laozu's expression to change. In a flash, he had already retreated hundreds of feet away using his space magic. The young cultivator was still standing in the same place, without the slightest movement.
Rong Cheng Laozu's expression became anxious. He opened his mouth to warn the young cultivator, but it was too late. The collapsed tornado had already turned into a sky full of wind blades, shooting randomly in all directions. The area within a radius of hundreds of feet had become a stormy sea.
The young cultivator's expression did not change. His hands moved like butterflies, and then he suddenly kicked his legs. Suddenly, a huge wave of fighting energy appeared on the surface of the sea outside the deserted island. The huge wave rolled up, forming a huge wall of water in the sky, blocking the stormy sea in front of him. At the same time, it also protected the cultivators who were fighting with the Mara behind him.
Rong Cheng Laozu was secretly ashamed. The silver chain in his hand shook, and he rushed into the middle of the cultivators who were fighting with the Mara, strangling the scattered Mara.
As the storm raged and weakened, the water spears in mid-air began to fall back, stirring up huge waves that were tens of feet high on the surface of the sea, and then rippling far away.
At this time, the dozens of Mara had been wiped out by Rong Cheng Laozu. Seeing the young cultivator land, Rong Cheng Laozu quickly stepped forward and said, "Thank you for your help, Fellow Daoist. I am Rong Cheng of the Hua Yi Sect of the Southern Sea. Greetings!"
"Hua Yi Sect? Could it be the Hua Yi Sect of the Southern Sea? No wonder Fellow Daoist was able to set up such an exquisite formation on this deserted island in such a simple way. I am Lu Tianping of the Northern Sea Zhenling, greetings Fellow Daoist! "
The young cultivator was slightly surprised, and then suddenly came to a realization. At the same time, he introduced himself to Rong Cheng Laozu.
Rong Cheng Laozu's face showed a trace of surprise, and he said, "So it is the Sword Immortal of the Northern Sea Water. No wonder you easily forced the Blood Shura to detonate its Accompanying Spiritual Treasure and escape. I admire you!"
After the two exchanged greetings for a while, Lu Ping said bluntly, "This is not a place to stay for long. If it is convenient for Fellow Daoist, please travel with us. This place is not far from the Phantom City. If Fellow Daoist can help, I believe we can break through the siege of Mara more easily and reach the Phantom City."
Rong Cheng Laozu did not expect Lu Ping to be so straightforward. When he saw the more than 20 cultivators behind Lu Ping all looking at him expectantly, he could not help but smile bitterly, and said, "Fellow Daoist is too modest. I am afraid I will be a burden to Fellow Daoist when the time comes. If Fellow Daoist doesn't mind, I am willing to travel with Fellow Daoist!"
Lu Ping was overjoyed. As he handed two jade bottles to Rong Cheng Laozu, he said, "These are some Spirit Pills that I have refined. I can see that Fellow Daoist's injuries are not light, and your Spiritual Essence has been greatly consumed. I am afraid that the journey will not be smooth, so Fellow Daoist should take the time to recover!"
Rong Cheng Laozu opened the jade bottle and took a sniff. His eyes suddenly lit up, and he praised, "I have forgotten that Lu Daoyou is also an Alchemy Grandmaster!"
Lu Ping laughed, and said, "With Fellow Daoist's help, we will have a greater chance of success!"
Lu Ping waved at the sea behind him, and a giant boat broke through the waves. Everyone boarded the boat, and Rong Cheng Laozu saw that there were still a few unconscious cultivators on the boat. Moreover, when they were besieging the dozens of Mara, Rong Cheng Laozu had already discovered that the Core Forging cultivators who came with Lu Ping had uneven cultivations, and there was a mix of humans and demons.
Seeing the puzzled look on Rong Cheng Laozu's face, Lu Ping explained, "These are the cultivators of the Human and Demon Clans that I have gathered along the way from the sixth line of defense. This time, the Mara is coming aggressively, and if the Human and Demon Clans don't join forces, they will not be able to get out of this predicament. Unfortunately, many of the cultivators are already injured, and they are barely holding on. After being rescued by me, they were exhausted and fainted."
Rong Cheng Laozu saw that about half of the cultivators on the boat had injuries of varying degrees, and even the remaining half had pale faces. Obviously, they had consumed a lot of Spiritual Essence. How could they not know that Lu Ping's so-called "gathering" and "rescue" were just polite words? These people were probably saved by Lu Ping from the hands of Mara.
Rong Cheng Laozu's face showed a trace of admiration, and he sighed, "Fellow Daoist is benevolent and righteous, North Sea Water Sword Immortal really deserves his reputation!"
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