Hundreds of kilometers away from the Imperial Palace, in the military camp of the Imperial Army, several long howls were heard.
"What's going on?"
"Someone has made a move."
"What a powerful force."
"Send someone over to check it out. His Majesty is determined to get Shenzong. We can't let him fall into the hands of others."
…
In the forest, several men and women dressed in mountain clothes looked at the mushroom cloud in the distance. They were all cadres of the Revolutionary Party. Their eyes were filled with astonishment.
"Who made a move?"
"This force."
"The Imperial Palace will definitely take action. No matter what, we'd rather destroy Shenzong than let him fall into the hands of the dog Emperor."
…
Ten kilometers to the southwest of the Imperial Palace, a fat man, who was wearing a thin gauze and was smiling like a Maitreya Buddha, was watching the big explosion in the distance.
A man who was as thin as firewood said, "What a powerful force. Could it be that person from the Thunder Sky Peak?"
"Even Master Wanlei from the Thunder Sky Peak can't make such a scene," the Maitreya man said, "I've seen this force before …"
"Oh? Where did you see it? "
The Maitreya man said slowly, "Northern … Devil … Sect …"
"What … Did that monster chase Shenzong all the way here?"
"I don't know." The Maitreya man said, "No matter what, Shenzong killed 12 reincarnated Living Buddhas of our sect. We can't let him go so easily."
"Let's go."
…
This nuclear explosion attracted the attention of all the major forces who were paying attention to Shenzong and the Southern Sacred Sect.
The war was about to escalate again. However, Zuo Zhicheng, the initiator of this explosion, had already transformed into an ordinary exoskeleton. He stood a few kilometers away and admired everything in front of him.
In the sky, four figures flew quickly toward the center of the explosion.
"They couldn't wait any longer and came here?" Seeing this, Zuo Zhicheng retreated into the shadows again.
The four figures flew extremely fast. When they passed by the smell of blood, one of them landed.
"Master!" Cao Shuyao said in surprise. At this time, only Wei Yan, Chi Ren, Yan Daozhi, Tian Longzi, Xiao Minghe, and Long Xiaotian were left. Almost all of them were injured and covered in dust.
Even so, the Heavenly Dao Palace and the Thunder Firmament Peak were still able to test the abilities of Fishwind, Dyro, and Ghost Weep. Furthermore, it didn't cost much.
The person whom Cao Shuyao addressed as Master was a woman with a head of white hair that was tied up in a bun. Her entire body was covered in lightning, but regardless of whether it was her skin or her appearance, she was no different from a young woman in her twenties.
She tapped out with her hand, and the entire ground seemed to tremble. Under the stimulation of electromagnetic forces, endless metallic substances were drawn out from the ground, gushing toward the bloody wind like they were covering up the sky and the sun.
"Haha, good timing!" Foul Wind laughed maniacally and punched the metal in the sky.
Cao Shuyao and the others drew their weapons and rushed forward as well.
In the distance, Jing Chengtian sat cross-legged on the ground. His spiritual energy had been greatly depleted, and he could no longer bear the burden.
Behind him, Ghost Weep slowly crawled out from the ground.
…
The remaining three figures continued to fly into the smoke and dust of the explosion. However, the smoke and dust did not seem to affect them at all.
In the earth-shattering nuclear explosion, all living things in the palace seemed to have died.
However, in the spiritual vision of the three, there was still a dazzling flame burning.
"There." Among the three old Taoist priests, a black-haired and black-faced Taoist priest said coldly. Then, he waved his hand, and the smoke and dust scattered in all directions, revealing the ruins of the palace.
"Let's go up first. You hold the line." The one who spoke was a white-haired old Taoist priest. His long beard almost reached his knees.
The other one who flew up with him was an old Taoist priest with no white beard and strange tattoos on his face.
The two of them landed in the center of the palace, one in front and one behind.
What appeared before them was a gigantic egg-shaped building that was completely made of metal.
The long-bearded old man waved his hand, and an invisible force swept across the gigantic metal egg. The gigantic egg was shattered into countless pieces, revealing Shenzong inside.
Shenzong looked unscathed, but his eyes were filled with questions. It was as if there was an unsolvable problem that was deeply troubling him.
"This … isn't this … very similar, but it's not. Who? Who activated this Taoist technique? "
"You're Shenzong?" The long-bearded old man asked in a low voice. Seeing that Shenzong did not answer, he pointed his finger, and an invisible force pierced towards Shenzong.
No, it was not really an invisible force. It was an extremely thin line that could not be seen with the naked eye.
This was a molecular level thread, and the long-bearded old Daoist who cultivated one of the Ten Arts of the Heavenly Dao Palace, the Grand Elder of the Heavenly Dao Palace, Heaven Stealing Old Daoist, had his entire body composed of this molecular thread.
Swoosh swoosh swoosh! Over 100 molecular lines swept out toward Shenzong, who was deep in thought. However, with a flash, Shenzong's body turned into a bolt of lightning and appeared behind another tattooed old man.
Shenzong flicked his finger gently, and in the blink of an eye, a pellet turned into a super electromagnetic bullet and pierced through the tattooed old man's back.
However, to Shenzong's surprise, the old man's body was pierced through. That was right. Despite being an expert amongst experts, his body had been pierced through by a probing attack.
However, at the next moment, Shenzong understood why. He looked at the big hole in his chest, where his flesh and blood kept on squirming and healing. He smiled, "Damage transfer?"
This was the tattooed old man, one of the three Grand Elders of the Heavenly Dao Palace, Heaven-Stealing Old Taoist. He cultivated the Wishful Shifting Demonic Technique, one of the ten techniques of the Heavenly Dao Palace. He was able to transfer the damage he received to the other party.
Heaven-Stealing Arts and Heaven-Stealing Arts. One of them was an extremely sharp attack, while the other was an almost invincible defense.
The two of them looked at Shenzong, and Heaven-Stealing Old Taoist said calmly, "Sect Master Mirage, we don't have to kill you. If you're willing to hand over the method to extend your lifespan by 2,000 years, we can spare your life."
"Spare my life?" Shenzong licked his lips. "Do you know how happy I am right now? I'm so happy that I feel like singing! "
"It's because you've given me the answer to a question that I couldn't figure out."
…
Zuo Zhicheng was observing the situation with his left eye from afar. When he saw Shenzong and the others stop, his gaze filled with puzzlement.
However, he suddenly felt his body tighten, and he was hugged by Awal.
Awal's clone and main body assumed the position of hugging and then instantly changed positions. Countless laser beams burst out from Zuo Zhicheng's body. However, in the blink of an eye, he was brought to a pitch-black place by Awal.
It turned out that Awal could bring others with him to switch positions with his clone.
"You stay here and enjoy yourself. We'll deal with you after we've dealt with those guys above.
I'll treat you well when the time comes. "
Zuo Zhicheng punched through the air, and a force that froze consciousness blasted into Awal's body. Awal's face turned pale, and he forced a smile. Then, he left the underground ruins, covered in blood.
"The Dharma Plane? He's immune to some mental attacks. "
Zuo Zhicheng snorted coldly and looked around with his night vision. He saw a huge green badge on the wall.
"This badge … China … People's Liberation Army … General Armament Department?"
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