prynovel Chapter 125 This time, I finally got to play the victim.
Chapter 125 This time, I finally got to play the victim.
Chapter 125 This time, I finally got to play the victim.
He got up from the ground, covered in mud.
Tai Sui was puzzled: "Was it necessary? Why did you roll down yourself?"
Gu Bai looked up at the mountaintop: "If we go all out, they will definitely look for me. If I just lie down anywhere and leave no trace, then I will have given myself away."
"But what if they come down looking for you and you don't come back?" Tai Sui asked.
"Therefore, we need to be fast."
Gu Bai smiled and said, "If you're not enthusiastic about eating rice, you're out of your mind. Besides, Zhang Qing can only be mine. He can perfectly hide your identity."
Lightning flashed and thunder roared in the sky.
The two figures clashed repeatedly, both manipulating lightning and using celestial phenomena to strengthen themselves.
Zhang Qing's silk threads crisscross the sky, gathering the power of thunder.
The tremors of the silk threads that stretched across the heavens and earth relieved the old turtle of its pressure and repulsive force.
He is truly like an ancient inheritor, manipulating the celestial canvas to display the long-lost shadow puppets and wooden puppets.
The wood carvings are like elves, leaping and dancing in the silk threads.
A wooden sculpture of a warrior, devoid of thought, chants lyrics long forgotten by the youth: "Born with a strong and unyielding nature, my martial arts skills have earned me renown. A dragon trapped on a sandy beach cannot remain for long; today I ride the wind to the highest heavens—"
With a wave of his hand, threads intertwined with the heavens and earth, like cracks in the sky, with countless bolts of lightning swirling within, like the wrath of the heavens.
The wooden carving of Yue Fei, gathering the power of thunder, transformed into a long spear that drew in lightning, and together they chanted lyrics that resounded throughout the Wudang Mountains: "First, I bow to Yue Fei, whose name will be remembered for generations, for his unwavering loyalty to the country, and for the magnificent spirit of the mountains and rivers; Second, I bow to Yue Fei, who is worshipped in the temple—his hair stood on end in anger, and his regrets have vanished; Third, I bow to Yue Fei, whose noble character will be passed down through generations—"
Scenes from the past, childhood memories, resentment and hatred suppressed to the extreme, and the inherent pride and unwillingness to accept defeat.
The old turtle roared with its snake tail, unleashing the power of ice.
"Forgetting the past is not what I wished for, and the old man did not intend to harm you. Fate has been cruel. Now that things have been cleared up, why not give me a chance to make amends?"
Zhang Qing used his whisk to gather lightning, and thunder appeared in his palm: "If you can't turn back, then this Daoist will send you on your way. If there is an afterlife, this Daoist will be your brother again!"
His Taoist robes fluttered in the wind, his long hair flew, and he treaded on the void, absorbing the power of the old turtle's rain and ice, and combining it with the thunder of heaven and earth.
Above Wudang Mountain, the silent lightning rods rose up at this moment, protecting the entire Wudang Mountain.
Of course, he couldn't entrust his safety entirely to Zhuge Xingyun; he was merely drawing him into the battlefield.
The deafening thunderbolts collided at this moment, and the terrifying power of the thunder exploded in the sky.
The statue of Yue Fei was instantly destroyed and vanished into thin air.
The faceless wooden carving shattered, but quickly reassembled and merged into Zhang Qing's body.
A terrifying force swept in all directions, and the two figures were sent flying out of the Wudang Mountain area at the same time.
Countless bolts of lightning, like a torrent, poured down, creating a scene reminiscent of the end of the world.
Lightning rods guide the power of lightning and neutralize it, but they are somewhat inadequate against such lightning magic.
Zhuge Xingyun channeled a strange power, and an invisible, eerie aura spread out, absorbing most of the lightning into his body and guiding it underground.
Blood spurted out with a "plop," and Zhuge Xingyun's body trembled as the strange creatures on his body were simultaneously injured.
"You damn Zhang Qingguan, I'll remember you." Zhuge Xingyun gritted his teeth.
The golden palace still shone brightly, and the lightning and fire raged and spread. The lightning and fire refined the golden palace, but beneath the magnificent spectacle lay charred corpses.
The swirling silk threads stretched out in all directions, connecting the mountain peaks and carrying Zhang Qing swiftly away.
"Gah."
A sharp cry rang out, and the crows, which had been waiting for a long time, soared into the sky and grabbed the falling Zhang Qingguan.
The mountains and forests below are picturesque, unlike any normal environment.
"Hey, ever seen a creepy bomber, you idiots!"
The crow sneered, flapped its wings, and sent grenades raining down from the sky.
A deafening roar shook the mountains and forests, a terrifying grenade exploded, the void shattered, and figures swiftly fled into the distance.
"Damn it, a little monster dares to be so arrogant."
"Damn, with so many grenades on him, what's the point of fighting? We can't kill Zhang Qingguan."
The monster in the mountain looked extremely ugly. Everything was developing as they had predicted. The two fought a decisive battle, and both were severely injured.
But when it was their turn to pick up the scraps, things changed.
Raven isn't very strong, but what if you add a bunch of grenades?
Besides, who can guarantee that he only has grenades on him?
Even the old turtle at its peak wouldn't dare to take a direct hit.
the other side.
The faceless wooden carving appeared, leading Zhang Qing as they hurried through the forest.
"Put me down, then you can go." Zhang Qing lay on the wooden carving's back, blood mixed with rainwater flowing down.
The wooden carving is silent, yet it runs wildly.
"You think you can leave now? Fate won't let us go." Zhang Qing tried to struggle, but he couldn't muster any strength.
He failed to kill Zhang Qingguan and exposed his fate; fate would not spare him.
A sinister aura swept in, and in the distance, in the darkness, four black-clad paper figures carried a palanquin, moving through the mountains and forests like ghosts, blocking the way.
On the palanquin, a pale-faced young man stared at him indifferently: "Zhang Qing, fate has disappointed you."
Zhang Qing struggled to lift his head and looked at the young man: "Let it go."
"If it so desires, fate will provide it with a new symbiotic entity," the young man said coldly. "Will you come with me willingly, or rebel against fate and become my sustenance?"
The faceless wooden sculpture remained silent, exuding a thick, bloody aura and a chilling presence.
"You actually absorbed Yin energy in your physical form too?" The young man looked at the wooden carving in surprise, then said excitedly, "Very well, you will become my new creation, the most perfect puppet."
"You really think you've got us cornered?" Zhang Qing's eyes turned cold as he struggled to get off the faceless wooden sculpture. "If it really comes to a fight to the death, you won't be any better off."
The young man sighed softly, "Why bother? Even if I release it, it won't survive. Do you need me to calculate how many people you've killed? Do you think the local authorities can handle it, or Zhang Qingguan can?"
Zhang Qing remained silent, simply standing slowly in front of the faceless wooden sculpture.
"One hundred and twenty-seven people," the young man said coldly. "Including your parents who raised you. You are truly a heartless wretch. They were your adoptive parents, how could you do such a thing?"
"They deserve to die!" Zhang Qing said coldly.
"What about the rest? Do they deserve to die? It has no other way out; only fate can offer it a way to survive."
A piece of paper appeared in the young man's hand, filled with a cold, dark aura: "Abandon him and come with me."
Zhang Qing's eyes turned cold, and he suddenly slapped the faceless wooden carving, unleashing a surge of thunderous power.
A thunderous roar erupted from the sky once more, crashing down with a deafening crash.
The four paper figures were the first to be hit, and they exploded with a bang. The black paper quickly folded and transformed into a paper figure, which protected the young man's head.
Taking advantage of the situation, the faceless wooden sculpture carried Zhang Qing away into the distance, but no matter how hard it tried, it remained in the same spot.
"A painting?" Zhang Qing's face turned pale.
"What a wolf cub. Too bad, he can't escape the threads of fate." The youth's body twisted, and cracks appeared in the surrounding void, devouring the power of lightning: "I gave you a chance, but you gave up your only way out."
A black paper figure above its head stirred up a chilling wind, accompanied by ghostly wails and howls, before lunging at the faceless wooden sculpture.
Suddenly, strands of silk appeared in the void, crisscrossing and crackling with lightning, piercing through the black-clad paper figures and simultaneously trapping the two people and the two ghosts.
"You have another trick up your sleeve?" the young man asked in horror, the thread brimming with murderous intent.
Zhang Qing was taken aback. Who was this?
"Damn it, this time I finally got the short end of the stick."
The White Bone Demon stepped out of the darkness, her body shrouded in countless threads formed from condensed mycelium: "Heh, I thought it was one main course, but it turns out there are two."
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