Boom!
Lin Zhengren stuck close to Zhang Linchuan and was about to activate his Dao technique.
Zhang Linchuan exploded.
This was not an exaggeration, but an objective description.
The thunder and lightning that had been accumulating for a long time exploded on his body.
His hair stood on end, his body was charred black, and there were flashes of electricity.
At the same time, Lin Zhengren, who was standing right next to him, was also caught up in the blast and was sent flying. After falling to the ground, he twitched.
This was the first time Lin Zhengren had been in such a sorry state since he entered the battle.
And it was a high-grade second-tier Dao technique, Lightning Strike, that caused this effect.
However, to everyone's surprise, the target of Zhang Linchuan's Dao technique was himself, not Lin Zhengren.
When Lin Zhengren interrupted his A-grade Dao technique, he did not try to maintain it at all. Instead, he immediately activated the instant-cast Dao technique engraved in the Tongtian Palace and directly attacked himself.
This was undoubtedly a very risky and even crazy move. If Lin Zhengren did not choose to attack at the first moment, or even if he was a little slower, Zhang Linchuan would very likely be the only cultivator who was defeated by his own Dao technique in this Three Cities Dao Discussion.
He would become a laughing stock.
Fortunately, he won the bet and won himself a slim chance of victory.
Lightning Strike injured two people. After all, Lin Zhengren had just entered the sixth stage and had not reached the peak of the sixth stage in all aspects. Zhang Linchuan, who was proficient in thunder techniques, actually recovered a few breaths in advance.
Zhang Linchuan quickly formed hand seals, wanting to seize this opportunity to completely finish off his opponent.
But his face suddenly froze.
He found that the Tongtian Palace was empty!
This Dao technique could not be completed.
Only then did he notice that there was a translucent blade of grass about five steps in front of him, swaying in the wind.
He recognized that it was the elemental elemental grass, a low-grade third-tier Dao technique.
Its effect was to increase the consumption of Dao Energy within the area affected by the elemental elemental grass.
Its disadvantage was that it could not distinguish between friend and foe.
However, Lin Zhengren had already opened the Heaven and Earth Gate and could be replenished by the Heaven and Earth Essence Qi at any time. Zhang Linchuan was still in front of the Heaven and Earth Gate and could only rely on the Dao Energy reserves in his Tongtian Palace to fight.
One, two, three … The more Zhang Linchuan counted, the angrier his face became. Without his knowledge, Lin Zhengren had planted a total of nine Energy-guiding Grasses in the battlefield. If not for Lei Meng's interruption, he would have laid down even more.
Lin Zhengren clearly had a huge advantage, and victory was clearly within his grasp. Yet, Lin Zhengren still buried such a method.
How reliable and cautious was this fellow?
Zhang Linchuan's Dao Energy had been completely depleted under the guidance of the nine Essence Drawing Grass.
The opportunity for victory flashed by and disappeared.
Lin Zhengren recovered and leaped into the air.
"I lost," Zhang Linchuan said in a hoarse voice.
He already had no chance of winning, so of course he wouldn't give Lin Zhengren the chance to abuse him.
Maplewood City had missed the opportunity to win three times in a row. They had missed the most important opportunity to enter the National Academy.
But no one blamed Zhang Linchuan.
Throwing Lei Meng on his body, how cruel was that?
Moreover, he was a guy who cared a lot about his image and demeanor. Looking at his charred appearance, who could say that he didn't want to fight?
Even Dong A didn't say anything. He couldn't say that this disciple didn't try his best.
Actually, to Zhang Linchuan, it wasn't that he had no chance just now. As long as he was willing to disintegrate a Dao vortex, he would be able to temporarily obtain a large amount of Dao Energy and seize that opportunity to defeat Lin Zhengren.
However, in that case, even if he won the battle, his cultivation would return to the eighth-stage and he would be stuck there for the rest of his life.
Then, even if he really entered the National Academy, what was the point?
Although the honor of Maplewood City's Dao Academy was important, he couldn't risk his future.
The referee announced the results.
The winner of the Dao Exchange in the Three Cities was Lin Zhengren, a sixth-stage Soaring Dragon cultivator from Wangjiang City's Dao Academy.
Next year, he would be a new student of the National Academy. His future was bright.
Maplewood City had obtained two inferior champions, so their reputation hadn't declined.
Only in this Dao Exchange, the Three Mountain City's Dao Academy didn't obtain anything.
Jiang Wang saw that Zhao Tiehe, Yang Xingyong, and the others' eyes were red.
But this was competition.
...
Fragrance of Three Fragrances.
Miss Miaoyu was facing the mirror and gently applying rouge with her pinky.
Behind her, a black-robed old man was kneeling and begging, "Saintess, please make a move! Otherwise, our people will all die! "
"I told you not to be greedy. When you heard about the Netherworld Candle, you seemed to have lost your souls. What's the use of begging me to make a move now? The phantom of the Ghost Gate was sent to the Yun Nation. What can I use to fight Wei Quji? "
"We are old and muddle-headed, but the Bone Messenger also agreed …"
"Heh." Miaoyu smiled. "Then ask him to make a move."
The black-robed old man was speechless for a moment and only kept kowtowing.
"As soon as I appear, Wei Quji will immediately kill me. Not to mention, Dong A is eyeing us covetously. We don't have a chance. "Her voice was both angry and resentful." Back then, who asked you to not leave the phantom of the Ghost Gate to me? "
The black-robed old man gritted his teeth and said, "It's not easy for our Bone Path to accumulate strength. So many fellow Daoists died in vain? "
"Alright, alright. Don't quarrel here. I've already set up a backup plan. Calculating the time, the Netherworld Candle should have been safely sent out. As for those fellow Daoists … "
Miaoyu paused and closed the rouge box.
"If they die, then so be it."
...
Because the defenses were tight and the arrangements were appropriate, the chaos in Maplewood City was abruptly quelled.
In the end, the news of the Netherworld Candle's appearance was too sudden. The Bone Path simply didn't have time to make more stable preparations before they were faced with a choice.
The significance of the Netherworld Candle to the Bone Path made it impossible for them to refuse. Meanwhile, Wei Quji and Dong A had already set up an inescapable net.
The outcome had actually been decided before the beginning. Not a single person the Bone Path sent out this time would survive.
However, this didn't mean that the outcome was already decided, because the Bone Path was actually prepared to be completely wiped out. As long as they succeeded in obtaining the Netherworld Candle, the Bone Path wouldn't have lost.
...
On the Greenwood Avenue, the pedlar carrying a load was still slowly advancing.
He was already very familiar with this city, as if he had been here since birth. He had expected Wei Quji to set up an ambush, but he hadn't expected the offensive to be so fierce and well-prepared.
He clearly understood that the fellow Daoists who came this time were most likely doomed. However, he wouldn't die.
Even though the incident had happened suddenly, he was very clear about this city. He was clear about where the main force of the city guard would be if they were fully deployed.
He could easily avoid them.
There was a small path on the left in front of him, and this path passed by a bathhouse.
He planned to soak in the bath and wash off the dust. The goods could be left with the bathhouse master. Master Song was very honest and wouldn't touch his things.
Who would have thought that such a precious Netherworld Candle would be casually left with an ordinary bathhouse master?
He could even sleep in the bathhouse for a while, and when the situation calmed down, he could swagger out of the city.
In short, he wouldn't die.
However, he saw a bald head just as he stepped onto this small path.
Perhaps he was from the Buddhist Sect? However, this bald head's face was too fierce, and he didn't have the image of a Buddhist at all.
"I smell something strange," the bald head said. Moreover, he even licked his lips.
The pedlar suddenly felt a strong sense of fear. He gathered his Dao Energy and prepared to fight.
At this time, he discovered that his heart had already disappeared.
The entire world sank into eternal darkness.
"Holy Maiden, is that the scenery at the bottom of the River of Forgetfulness?" He finally thought.
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