It was obvious that the current situation had already exceeded her expectations. If this youngster hadn't been here, she felt that even if Dharmaraja and Fatty Luo joined forces, they would at least have had a fifty-fifty chance of winning. Furthermore, as an Itinerant Immortal, she should have had a greater advantage.
Unfortunately, Wang Ling's appearance had disrupted all her plans, and she was at a loss as to what to do.
At this moment, all kinds of thoughts circled around the female elder's mind … How about it, do you want to surrender?
She indeed had this thought.
When she saw Wang Ling offset the power of her kick with just a brush against the ground, she thought that the outcome of this duel was already decided, and she didn't want to fight anymore. However, she didn't dare give up so easily … even if she gave up here, the Master would definitely vent his anger on her in the end.
When all was said and done, she was just someone caught in the middle. No matter how she played this chess piece, she would only face an awkward situation.
Whenever this happened, it was often the best choice to throw the blame on someone else.
The female elder in purple stared at the eldest heir disciple next to her and was silent for a moment.
"Shifu, what should we do now?" the slit-eyed female cultivator asked.
"Ya Xuan, go and call your martial uncle Feifei over," the female elder in purple said without hesitation.
The slit-eyed female cultivator: "But … how should I call him?"
The female elder: "Didn't you make a clay jar earlier? Your martial uncle marked it on your birthday. As long as you smash it, your martial uncle will come."
Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal was amused. "You can't beat me, so you want to call for help?"
The corners of the female elder's mouth couldn't help twitching. "You have the advantage in numbers, so you can't be considered a hero even if you win!"
"Fine, up to you." Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal spread his hands.
Naturally, he wasn't looking for trouble for Wang Ling; he had personally agreed to it.
Although Wang Ling's kick had dispelled the power of the female elder's kick just now, his real intention had been to use the energy released by that kick to link it with her spirit energy. This way, he would be able to conduct a secret memory search without anyone noticing.
But after examining the female elder's memories, Wang Ling was greatly disappointed, because she wasn't qualified at all. She had had very limited contact with the Master of Immortal Mansion, and didn't know him much better than those female inner sect disciples.
Now that the other party wanted to call someone over, Wang Ling couldn't be happier.
The identity of the helper who was called for under this kind of request was definitely not simple.
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Under the guidance of the purple-robed female cultivator, the slit-eyed female cultivator took out the earthen jar with trembling hands. Then, with a loud cry, she fiercely threw it on the ground.
The moment the pot broke, whether it was Wang Ling, Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal or Dharmaraja and Fatty Luo, who were standing nearby, all of them could clearly sense the vigorous spirit energy that surged out of the broken pot.
"What powerful spirit power!" Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal frowned.
Psionic power was the standard unit used to measure the strength of spiritual power. There was a meter on the market that could be used to measure psionic power, and the psionic power that was released at this moment was estimated to have reached the saturation level of a common meter … in the truest sense of the word, it was 100% psionic power!
"Who is it!?"
A few seconds after the pot broke, there was an explosive roar in the air, as if it had come from the distant horizon, echoing endlessly.
Then, a huge black shadow descended from the sky, causing an intense tremor and roar.
After his initial contact with Immortal Mansion, Wang Ling already knew that there were no male disciples in Immortal Mansion. But while there were no male disciples, the appearance of this giant beast in front of them was still a little unexpected. This was a huge silver horse that was only twenty zhang tall. Dressed in battle armor, it stared at Wang Ling and the others with a fierce gaze.
"What the hell is this thing?" A huge shadow loomed over them, and Dharmaraja and the others instantly broke out in sweat. This oppressive force was too strong.
"I feel that this horse has something to do with the holy array!" Fatty Luo frowned deeply.
But very quickly, they felt the pressure on them disappear as Wang Ling spread the golden light shield over everyone present.
This silver warhorse stared at the golden light shield in silence for a long while. Then, its huge body gradually shrank to a normal size, but the pressure it gave off didn't lessen at all.
"Brother Ling, could this be …" Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal had already sensed this warhorse's origin.
There was absolutely no way he could be wrong …
Wang Ling stared at the silver warhorse in front of him and narrowed his eyes.
This was a genuine Holy Beast, and its body was also mixed with the ability bestowed by the core array pattern, which was why it had such powerful strength that was saturated with spiritual energy.
When they had been sucked into the game space back then, Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal clearly remembered that Wang Ling had severed the array pattern with one slash of his sword, causing the entire space to instantly collapse. Now, the power of the core array pattern was attached to this holy beast. If it was seriously injured, it wouldn't directly cause the Ice Crystal Array to collapse, but the structure of the space would definitely be greatly affected.
At that time, he wouldn't have to continue wearing women's clothes!
Of course, this wasn't the main point …
The main point was that there was actually a holy beast hidden inside this immortal talisman?
Wasn't this a species that had gone extinct long ago?
Whether it was inside or outside the country, it was already a huge discovery for a first-class spirit beast to appear. Not so long ago, countless spirit beasts had been on the verge of extinction because of cultivators' frantic campaigns and hunting. In ancient times, a lot of spirit beasts and even holy beasts had been killed to make bone soup and meatballs … In ancient records, there was a pitiful holy beast, a nine-headed lion, who had been beheaded by a brat and made into braised lion's head.
Although they didn't know the origin of this silver warhorse for the time being, given its aura, it was definitely a holy beast!
"Was it you who injured our people from Immortal Mansion? Since you're here, you can all stay … "The silver warhorse roared and raised its front hooves.
In an instant, the space around them changed, and the scene in front of them actually shifted to a desert.
Everyone was sucked in, and Dharmaraja and Fatty Luo were deeply shocked …
"It's actually an intrinsic spirit field?!" Fatty Luo narrowed his eyes.
"What's that?" Dharmaraja was stunned.
"It's also a form of a small world, also known as an internal small world. After it's formed in the body, it can be used in an instant, and is mostly used in battle. The person who releases the spirit field stores a huge amount of spirit energy, which can only be used by the person who releases the spirit field. In other words … once our spirit energy is used up, we won't be able to replenish it in the intrinsic spirit field. "Fatty Luo narrowed his eyes." As expected of a holy beast … "
"Then what do we do now?"
"We can only rely on Ling Zhenren … We're not strong enough to face an enemy who can release an intrinsic spirit field." Fatty Luo sighed and patted Dharmaraja on the shoulder. "Hurry up and do more commentary like me. Most commentators won't die. "
Dharmaraja: "…"
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