"Wang Wuyi, use this ancient talisman to find Zhangsun Jing and company. See if the enchanted artifact to set up the Quadrant Cauldron has been delivered. If it has been delivered, bring it in. Tell Zhangsun Jing and company that Senior Zhangsun has already perished, but his condition is not bad. Tell them not to come in. "
After the Zhangsun family Patriarch passed away, Weisuo stood there for a moment before pointing two ancient talismans in front of Wang Wuyi.
The ancient talismans that could break through the black dome of light were only left with three pieces when Weisuo and the Zhangsun family Patriarch entered. One piece had been used when they entered, and the remaining two pieces were only enough for Wang Wuyi to enter again.
Giving them to Wang Wuyi meant that Weisuo would definitely not be able to enter, unless he triggered a Heavenly Tribulation to completely break through the black dome of light.
The reason why Weisuo did not leave was because no one knew when the Desolate race mighty figure would come out. If the Desolate race mighty figure came out while Weisuo was leaving, then the situation would become extremely complicated.
After Wang Wuyi left, Weisuo began setting up another restriction.
Moments later, the black dome of light in the distance emitted a slight tremor. Wang Wuyi had rushed in once again.
"Weidao, the Quadrant Cauldron has been delivered. Other than that, they have also brought you quite a number of Water-elemental Fey cores and Spirit Pills." After Wang Wuyi rushed to Weisuo's side, he stretched out his hand and tapped a few storage pouches in front of Weisuo.
"Alright!"
Weisuo's eyes flashed as one of the storage pouches opened. Four cauldrons that were the height of five or six people rose up.
These four cauldrons were covered with runic patterns that looked like reliefs. They were embedded with crystals of various colors.
Other than these four gigantic cauldrons, there were about fifty unique foot-long crystal pillars that rose up.
"The three of you, follow this method of setting up the Grand Seal." After glancing at the artifacts, Weisuo pointed at them and showed the method of setting up the Four Cardinal Taboo to Wang Wuyi and the others.
Wang Wuyi and the others didn't waste any time and nodded their heads. They started to make arrangements at lightning speed.
The difficulty of the Four Cardinal Taboo lay in the refinement of the Celestial Weapons. Once the Celestial Weapons were refined, they were equivalent to Formation Flags. As long as the location and distance of the Formation Flags were confirmed, it would be fine. This was naturally very easy for Wang Wuyi and the others. In less than half an incense stick's worth of time, this great restriction was set up.
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"What is this brat doing?!"
"There are still people coming in and out. Could it be that he really wants to use some kind of restriction to deal with us?"
"Don't worry. There aren't even true immortals in the world of cultivation right now. Even if he sets up a formation, he'll only be able to repulse the power of our formation. It's impossible for him to break through the power of our formation."
While Weisuo and company were busy setting up the restriction, the mighty figures of the Desolate race inside the ancient purple bronze palace could not help but mutter.
If Zhangsun Jing and company, as well as Weisuo, could see the entirety of the ancient purple bronze palace, they would definitely find it even more horrifying.
The interior of the ancient purple bronze palace was like the cabin of a gigantic ship. There were two layers of gigantic stone coffins embedded in the walls. It was more than what Weisuo and company had expected. There were a total of more than 200 coffins.
Other than the Desolate race members who still had life in them, there were also many corpses of Desolate race mighty figures in the gigantic stone coffins. The ratio was about half.
Most of the Desolate race mighty figures' corpses were extremely damaged. Their bodies were like divine metal, but they were also filled with all sorts of terrifying wounds. Some of them had their entire heads blasted off, and their bodies were filled with countless holes. Some of them only had a third of their bodies left.
And among the hundred or so Desolate race mighty figures who still had life in them, more than seventy of them had walked out of their stone coffins and were sitting cross-legged on the ground.
The four-armed Desolate race mighty figure was still casting spells. The blue divine medicine in his hand was still half the size of a fist.
And the hundred or so mighty figures of the Desolate race, who seemed to have a chance of surviving, were all severely injured. Some of them had their bodies broken into several pieces, while some of them had their hearts completely penetrated. Some of them had their heads cracked open. Some of them still had powerful Yuan Qi sparkling in them. The power that had been injected into them had yet to dissipate.
The corpses of the mighty figures of the Desolate race who were still alive and the corpses of the mighty figures of the Desolate race showed how tragic the battle was. At the same time, it also showed how powerful the Desolate race's vitality and divine powers were.
Weisuo knew nothing about this at the moment. If he could see the scene in the hall, the only thing he could rejoice about was that the Desolate race mighty figures in the hall were not of particularly high levels. The one with the highest cultivation level was probably the eight-armed Desolate race mighty figure. Other than that eight-armed Desolate race mighty figure, the rest were at most six-armed Desolate race mighty figures. And after the eight-armed Desolate race mighty figure attacked, his situation did not look good. His withered body seemed to have shrunk once again.
After setting up the Four Cardinal Restrictions, Weisuo spent more than half a day setting up a defensive array. Then, he stopped and sat cross-legged behind an ancient hall.
He had already set up all the formations that could be used in the True Spirit Forbidden Scripture. The rest of the formations were either not powerful enough and were useless, or they were formations that could only be set up by a True Immortal. It was impossible for him to set them up.
Now, it could be said that everything was ready. The only thing he could do next was to use the Myriad Sage Monarch Sutra to inscribe divine patterns to improve his physical cultivation level. Then, he would wait for the opportunity to trigger the Heavenly Tribulation.
In addition to the six divine patterns collected by the Changsun family, as well as the eight divine patterns contributed by Wang Wuyi, Su Shenxue, and the Tourmaline Sect Master, Weisuo now had a staggering thirty-one Great Dao divine patterns on hand. The more divine patterns he could inscribe, the higher the success rate of resisting the Heavenly Tribulation.
"How is Brother Wei?" Zhangsun Xiaoru could not help but ask again.
Ever since Wang Wuyi came out and went in, this young girl, who viewed Weisuo as her idol, could not help but ask this question every hour.
It was dead silent inside the black dome of light. The Changsun family's magic mirror was filled with all kinds of blurry light arcs. It was impossible to see the scene inside.
Every time Huang Daojun and the others heard Zhangsun Xiaoru's question, they would smile helplessly.
Everyone was nervous, but they knew very well that no one could help now. They could only rely on Weisuo.
And everyone knew very well that Weisuo was playing with fire in a barrel of oil. His idea was very clear. By stalling for time, not only could he inscribe a few more divine patterns with the Myriad Sage Monarch Sutra, but he could also let the Desolate race experts recover some of their strength. When the time came, they could use more strength to resist the Heavenly Tribulation. However, doing so was clearly extremely dangerous. If any of the mighty figures of the Desolate race were to completely recover, then their divine powers would be something they could not imagine. At the very least, the power of the Eight-Armed Desolate race mighty figure was something no one could match.
Now, Weisuo was gambling again. He was gambling that the Desolate race experts would not recover so easily. He was gambling that he had a heritage that the Desolate race experts wanted to know about. They wanted to know the whereabouts of the Ling race from him. Even if one or two of them recovered quickly, they would not be able to kill him immediately. They would capture him alive.
And in such a life-or-death gamble, Weisuo was still able to use the Myriad Sage Monarch Sutra to inscribe divine patterns. This made Huang Daojun and the others sigh in admiration.
Time continued to elapse without stopping …
"I can do it. I'll go out and capture this kid!" In the ancient hall where the demons were muttering, a voice filled with anger sounded. A Desolate race expert, who had a gaping wound on his chest, stood up. He gritted his teeth and looked indescribably ferocious.
This mighty figure of the Desolate race was fifty feet tall. His flesh and blood seemed to have been reborn. His muscles were as strong as pieces of indigo-colored metal. He also had four arms, but there were two obvious bulges on his back. It looked like a pair of wings or arms were about to grow out. Black light spewed out from his body. His aura was even stronger than the Four-Armed Desolate race expert's, but he exuded an aged aura.
At this moment, the Four-Armed Desolate race expert had stopped. He sat cross-legged on the ground to regulate his breathing. All the Desolate race experts that were still alive had walked out of their stone coffins. There were more than a hundred of them sitting cross-legged on the ground. This Desolate race expert seemed to have expended too much energy. He was temporarily unable to cast any more spells. However, his blue divine herb had not been completely depleted. He still had one that was the size of a pigeon's egg.
"I can take action too. Let's go out together. There's no way this kid can escape." Another sharp voice rang out. The person who spoke was a thin and small figure. He was dressed in yellow Dharma robes and was dressed like a scholar. His head was snow-white and his face was completely skeletal. There was no flesh and blood, making him look like an old ghost. He was a mighty cultivator from the Desolate race. This mighty figure had a rich True Immortal aura. At his peak, he was at least a true True Immortal.
"Don't be anxious …" After the two people spoke, the old Eight-Armed Desolate race expert stopped them. "Now, more than half of our people are extremely weak. If we remove the restrictions, we will suffer from the shockwaves. At least a third of us here will perish. Let's wait patiently for a while more. When we come out, this person will definitely not be able to escape even if he runs to the ends of the world. "
"Alright!" The burly mighty figure of the Desolate race and the old, scholarly figure suppressed their impulses. They glared fiercely at the outside before sitting down cross-legged.
"It's done."
After an unknown period of time, with the Eight-Armed Desolate race expert's voice, the entire ancient palace seemed to explode with a "boom". More than seventy Desolate race mighty figures stood up from the ground.
Boundless demonic might rippled within the bodies of these Desolate race mighty figures. Boundless demonic aura surged like a tidal wave.
Tall figures stood there, like a group of ancient Demon Gods that had walked out from ancient times.
The remaining thirty Desolate race mighty figures were still unable to move, but their eyes emitted a terrifying demonic beam. Like lightning, they pierced through the void. Deep roars came out of their mouths.
"After sixty to seventy thousand years, we will be reborn."
"Now, the world is different. No one can stop us, the Desolate race. The era of our Desolate race has begun."
The Eight-Armed Desolate race mighty figure's aged voice sounded once again. As for the Six-Armed Desolate race mighty figure, he stretched out his hand and pointed. A beam of light was injected into an array in the middle of the palace.
The layers of indigo divine patterns that surrounded the ancient palace disappeared. All the Desolate race mighty figures were roaring in excitement.
"Swish!"
At the same time, Weisuo, who was sitting cross-legged behind a palace, suddenly opened his eyes. He stood up suddenly. His eyes seemed to shoot out cold lightning that pierced through the void.
Compared to before, his body seemed to have gained countless mysterious auras. And at this moment, when he stood up, an extremely resolute and resolute aura also pierced out from his body like a sharp sword.
"Fellow old monsters in the audience, thank you for waiting sixty to seventy thousand years to watch this show. The show is about to begin!"
After saying this sentence to the ancient palace where the Desolate race mighty figures were. "Ka-cha!" With an explosive sound, a water spirit Yuan Qi surged out, shattering the remaining Heavenly Essence Divine Pills in Weisuo's hand and sucking them into his body.
"This …"
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