EFB Chapter 2732 Every moment counts
Chapter 2732 Every moment counts
Chapter 2732 Every moment counts
Besides, he has a lot of hair on his forehead, so he wouldn't mind sacrificing a little hair.
The demons sneered, "No way! It's not that easy!"
Ling Jinbao raised his knife and sliced off his own left ear, throwing it to the demons.
A wisp of green mist enveloped him as he devoured the ear, then said to him, "Not enough!"
Look at how stingy he is.
Helpless, Ling Jinbao chopped off his left pinky and ring fingers, throwing them bloodily to the animals.
"If you help me hold off my mortal enemy, I will offer you a celestial body as a sacrifice at this time tomorrow!"
He saw through these guys' greed and knew that since he needed their help now, even if he chopped off his own hands and feet, these bastards would still try to make exorbitant demands. So, he figured it was better to make an agreement that the sacrifice would be offered later.
In other words, it's like issuing a bad check first.
If you can't hold off the enemy, how can you be qualified to enjoy the body of an immortal?
"Alright... then." The demons ate two of his fingers, and the contract was now established.
This is no casual remark. Tomorrow at this time, Ling Jinbao will come here to cash the check and offer up his immortal body. If he can't get any other immortals, he'll have to sacrifice himself.
Then, even more concentrated and dense green energy emerged from the gourd, transforming into hundreds of streams in mid-air, each heading in a different direction within the snail-shaped Taoist temple.
After landing, they will transform into more than three hundred different monsters of varying sizes, each guarding a different area of the Snail Dojo and intercepting any immortals or demons passing by.
This gourd contains the spirits of demonic beasts collected by his sect over generations, originally numbering at least several thousand. His sect's predecessors included many powerful figures, and the suppressed demonic beasts were also formidable demons. They devoured each other within the gourd, leaving only about three hundred. The reason they haven't broken free is that over a long period, they have gradually assimilated into the gourd's spirit, becoming part of this magical artifact.
If there weren't this many, how could we have delayed those ten-odd demons?
Furthermore, Ling Jinbao deduced that among the demons sent to ambush the Black Armor Army and capture He Yue, there should be no true gods or great demons; otherwise, it would be a waste of their talents. These three hundred-odd demon spirits couldn't kill them, but with the help of the dense fog and the snail-shell maze, they could at least slightly hinder them.
Just as everything was arranged, the thick fog ahead stirred. Ling Jinbao knew that the immortals and demons had already barged in.
He turned and left, hiding deep within the snail-shaped Taoist temple, intending to ambush the demons and give the enemy a little surprise.
Just a few breaths later, the dozen or so immortals and demons rushed in, looking around. Wait, the terrain here seems different from what we saw when we flew through the air earlier?
A trick of deception? A mere trifle.
The demon at the very back felt the mist swirl before his eyes, and his companions disappeared within two or three breaths, without even a sound.
"Hey!" He took a few quick steps forward and saw a blurry figure. Thinking it was his companion's back, he was about to catch up when the person suddenly turned around.
The demon couldn't see his face clearly because the man suddenly opened his mouth and took a deep breath.
With a whoosh, it caught fire.
The fire burned fiercely inside his body, eventually bursting out of his nostrils and ears. At the same time, his body swelled, leaping from an ordinary height to over three zhang tall, flames erupting from his entire body, and his face became extremely ferocious, making him unrecognizable.
It slapped at me with its backhand.
This is the spirit inside the gourd, the Thousand Beech Fire Spirit.
The battle in the thick fog has begun.
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Outside the snail-shaped Taoist temple, Yang Sheng and He Yue were urging their horses to gallop at full speed.
He Yue wasn't stupid either. Recalling the battles of the past few days, the more he thought about it, the more something seemed off.
Why did he ambush more than a dozen immortals and demons on his way to pursue Zhao Shuo? Was such a formidable lineup really meant to deal with him?
"Commander Yang, are those immortals and demons coming for you?"
The fact that the opponent has mobilized so many immortals and demons suggests they are targeting an evenly matched adversary.
Yang Sheng glanced at him: "They want to take you down first, and then plot against the Earth Mother Plain and the Great Emperor."
"Then the death of my son..." He Yue's jaw tightened, "was it also part of the Heavenly Demon's plan?"
He was the crown prince of Shen, and his father was a master of political maneuvering. When he finally realized what was happening, he immediately sensed a strong smell of conspiracy.
Could it be that the Heavenly Demon deliberately used his son's death as bait to orchestrate this series of events in order to set up this situation today?
Otherwise, how could they be so interconnected?
But Yu'er was murdered two months ago. At that time, could the Heavenly Demon have foreseen that the Earth Mother would appear at the Dragon-Trapping Ridge two months later?
"My only responsibility is to bring you back," Yang Sheng said quickly. "We can talk about the rest once we get back to the plains. Now, replace the Swiftness Talisman, quick!"
The Black Armor Army's Swiftness Talismans have a short duration of only a few dozen breaths, but they provide rapid speed boosts. Combined with the Gale effect on everyone, they will surely leave the enemy far behind.
Their mission is to return to the Earth Mother Plains as soon as possible and protect the Panlong Secret Realm.
The real battle is yet to come!
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Twenty years ago, the Singing Sand Forest was just a sparsely vegetated valley, much like what He Lingchuan saw in the void of Dafanghu. But today, with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth becoming increasingly abundant, the vegetation has grown quite lush.
Whether it was General Hong or He Lingchuan, their reason for guarding this place was Chen En Cliff, located directly behind Mingsha Forest.
This is a fault zone in the strata. From a high vantage point, it looks like a steamed bun that has been broken in half. The jagged cross-section is Chen Enya.
The Singing Sand Forest is located at the bottom of the valley below the cliff.
In the void of Panlong Secret Realm, the reason why He Lingchuan could not recognize that Mist Valley was Mingsha Forest was because Chen En Cliff was not there.
But here, Chen En Cliff is a natural high ground. Its layered and uneven cross-sections serve as natural watchtowers, which are advantageous for archers and cultivators to launch long-range attacks from above.
This unique terrain, coupled with the Panlong Army's resilience, has kept the Bega army outside the forest for half a month.
In the past two weeks, Gao Huaiyuan has tried every trick in the book, but he still can't break through the defenses of Mingsha Forest.
Tonight, Zhong Shengguang and He Lingchuan wanted to see what new tricks the other side had up their sleeves.
He Lingchuan walked into the rain, looked up and took a deep breath, the fragrance of the Emperor's Dew rushed straight to the top of his head.
He gazed out of the Singing Sand Forest; the heavy rain and darkness almost obscured the torchlight, but everyone knew that Bega's army was there, watching intently.
The gods and Gao Huaiyuan are not giving up, and Panlong's crisis is imminent.
A personal guard rushed over from the rear and reported in a low voice, "General, the Shumin Academy has connected to the Water Mirror Technique and is looking for you..."
Shumin Academy?
He Lingchuan glanced at Chen Enya immediately. From his angle, he could see that the academy's dean, Xu Shichu, was on the cliff. Who would bother to contact him at a time like this?
The atmosphere at the front was so tense that the personal guard swallowed hard before continuing, "It's Master Sun..."