There were many crevices between the rocks on the shore, one of which was connected to the sewers beneath the Daoist church.
During the day, the Tang clan had already sent people to destroy the array there and sprinkle a black, viscous, oily substance into it.
The mud-like substance slowly flowed through the crevice into the sewers of the Daoist church and continued to move forward. Still, it made no sound, and its surface was made of some unknown substance that was not stained by the viscous black oil.
Chen Changsheng's gaze fell on the opposite shore.
He did not know that during the day, the opposite shore was very lively. There were many government laborers, peddlers, fortune-tellers, and a blind zither player playing the zither by the shore. The restaurant was very lively, and Luo Bu had drunk two jars of fine wine there.
He did not notice that the ground behind him had slightly bulged and that two frost-colored weeds had already crossed the tops of his feet.
The black soil silently blossomed like a flower, and an ugly hand covered in scales and hair reached out from the ground.
An extremely minute change had occurred in the Qi of the world. With Chen Changsheng's keen senses, he immediately sensed it.
But his reaction was still a step too slow.
He did not have time to use his fastest Yeshi Step or use the Hanging Evening Clouds to send himself far away.
That ugly and terrifying hand had already reached out from the ground and gripped his ankle tightly.
An indescribable Qi exuded from that hand, moving along his ankle and invading his body.
Chen Changsheng felt like he had fallen into the mouth of a volcano and was enveloped in scorching lava. Every part of his skin was stinging and even somewhat numb.
This was an illusion, because that Qi was not scorching, but extremely cold.
That extremely cold and filthy Qi rushed into all his meridians and began to corrode his flesh and blood.
Even more frightening was that the cold and filthy Qi seemed to have a life of its own. It transformed into a film-like substance that enveloped all three hundred and sixty-five Qi openings in his body. This also meant that the star radiance in his Qi openings would not be able to break out in a short period of time.
In the next moment, that Qi rushed into his abdomen and froze his Ethereal Palace into a snowy mountain.
All of this happened in an extremely short period of time.
The yellow leaves that fell from the tree were less than an inch away from the branches. The starlight didn't even have time to flicker.
Chen Chang Sheng was restrained. Both his breathing and heartbeat seemed to be frozen.
He couldn't even make a sound, let alone fight back.
The underground attacker's methods were too sinister, and his aura was too cold and sinister.
If it were any other cultivator, even a peak Star Condensation expert, in a situation where they were completely unprepared, suddenly encountering such a terrifying sneak attack, encountering such a sinister method that had not appeared in the world for countless years, there was a chance that something would happen to them, and then they would silently die.
Would Chen Chang Sheng die just like that? Under the protection of countless experts, within the Daoist church of the Orthodoxy, beneath the silver starlight?
Guan Fei Bai held his sword and walked out of the Daoist Temple. He was still ten or so feet away from Chen Chang Sheng.
Most importantly, other than feeling a slight chill in the night wind, he didn't notice any other problems.
The Taoist Temple's array formation did not detect the sneak attacker's arrival.
Chen Chang Sheng's breathing slowed. Counting from the moment he was ambushed, the interval between his second breath was seven times longer.
At the same time, his heartbeat also slowed. Counting from the moment he was ambushed, his second heartbeat came many times later than the first.
If this continued, perhaps his next breath would never come, perhaps his heartbeat would stop, and then he would die.
This was the closest Chen Chang Sheng had come to death, but it was not the closest.
Ever since he was ten years old, his life had always been accompanied by the shadow of death. Whether it was at the bottom of New North Bridge, by the lake of Mount Han, or at the peak of the Mausoleum of Books, he had encountered even more dangerous situations. Thus, even when he clearly saw the threat of death, he still did not panic.
More importantly, he had many similar experiences, so he knew how to deal with cold and sinister Qi.
He had been blown by Zhizhi's dragon breath many times. In these past few years, he would sometimes become a snow sculpture at the bottom of a cave, and sometimes become a block of ice in the lake of the Cold Palace.
The dragon breath of a Black Frost Dragon was the coldest thing in the world. Although the Qi of the ambusher was even more sinister and foul, it was still somewhat inferior in this aspect.
From a certain perspective, Chen Chang Sheng was the person in the world who had fought against cold and sinister Qi the most. Whether it was his mind or his body, his endurance far surpassed that of a normal person. Even those experts of the Divine Domain were not necessarily stronger than him in this aspect.
In the view of the ambusher, Chen Chang Sheng's physical body and spiritual sense should have been completely frozen. Even his thoughts should have stopped, much less counterattack.
Chen Chang Sheng truly could not move at this time, but he could still think.
As long as he could think, no one could hold him.
Just as his breathing and heartbeat slowed to a halt, he began to think.
Countless swords streamed out of the Vault Sheath!
Countless swift and fierce sword intents enveloped the back garden by the Wenshui.
Countless sword glows wildly slashed in every direction, shattering the starlight and cutting the grass. Countless deep sword slashes appeared on the ground and the slightly hardened earth was thrown into the air.
The array of the Daoist church was finally activated. A clear light emerged from the eaves of the hall and completely enveloped the Daoist church and the back garden.
A groan could be faintly heard from the countless sword glows, and at the same time, there was a ripping sound as if something had snapped.
The grass constantly bulged as if something underground was trying to escape.
That sinister and foul Qi had lost its source, so Chen Chang Sheng was no longer in danger of losing his life. However, he could not move for the moment, so he was still in danger.
The group of swords flew back and hovered around his body, forming an airtight sword formation that emitted a buzzing sound.
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As he watched Chen Chang Sheng standing by the water, Guan Fei Bai had already sensed something strange.
The changes in Chen Chang Sheng's breathing rate and heartbeat could not be concealed from his Brilliant Sword Heart.
And then, he saw the black earth on the grass and the hand that had strangely gripped Chen Chang Sheng's ankle.
He unsheathed his sword and rushed over, but he was extremely nervous, as he realized that he might not make it in time.
Just at this moment, countless sword glows appeared on the grass, slashing apart the starlight and the grass, simultaneously forcing the ambusher to reveal himself.
Seeing the bulge on the grass, Guan Fei Bai's sword left his hand and slashed down.
A white sword glow appeared in the darkness by the Wenshui.
The starlight in the sky instantly dimmed, the frosted grass fell, and the yellow leaves shattered.
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