klisemfg Chapter 1243
Chapter 1243
With the addition of Senior Brother Qianhe, the power of the Holy Light Array practiced by the eight people increased dramatically.
The previously dim holy light array shone brightly once more, forming an indestructible defensive barrier. The runes within the array flickered more frequently, emitting powerful energy fluctuations.
In truth, if these seven hadn't been so arrogant and deliberately flattered Qianhe, the Holy Light Array practiced by the eight of them would have been far beyond what Gu Ying and his companions could have withstood. Unfortunately, such a golden opportunity had already been missed; with Chen Xuan emerging from seclusion, seizing another chance would be virtually impossible.
"Master...Master...you, you've finally finished your seclusion." Bai Li had repeatedly used his massive body to withstand the attacks sweeping towards Zhan Xin, and now his white robes were soaked in blood and tattered. Coupled with the long period of using forbidden techniques, Bai Li and the other two were barely hanging on by a thread.
Bai Li's voice was weak and hoarse, filled with exhaustion and joy.
Holding the severely injured Bai Li, Chen Xuan looked at the other two with deep regret in his eyes and said, "You two did a good job. From now on, you only need to watch the battle." Chen Xuan's voice was deep and powerful, as if it had a reassuring magic.
As soon as Chen Xuan finished speaking, he flipped his hand, and three bottles of innate spiritual liquid appeared in his hand. The innate spiritual liquid emitted a soft light in the bottles, as if it contained endless vitality and power.
"Refine it quickly."
"Thank you for your gift, Master." Gu Ying suffered the greatest loss this time, even Gu Yingying's clone, the Gu puppet, was annihilated.
However, he breathed a heavy sigh of relief when he received the sacred medicine bestowed upon him by Chen Xuan.
He knew that this miraculous medicine could not only repair the original wounds, but also reverse the aftereffects of using forbidden techniques.
A hint of gratitude flashed in Gu Ying's eyes, and he quickly sat down cross-legged and began to refine the innate spiritual liquid.
"You, you must be careful. They are the strongest enemies we Myriad Manifestations Realm cultivators have ever encountered." Zhan Xin looked at Chen Xuan, his eyes filled with worry, and warned him. Zhan Xin's face was as pale as paper, and his lips were bloodless, but his eyes still showed concern for Chen Xuan.
Chen Xuan nodded, then waved his hand, sending the three of them to the top of a small mountain below.
At the same time, a black palace that spun around also flew away with the three of them. The black palace exuded a mysterious aura, as if it could isolate all external interference and provide the three of them with a safe haven.
This kind of thing will only happen once at most.
Chen Xuan hadn't given much thought to his hasty seclusion earlier, figuring that Gu Ying was powerful enough to handle any threats with the help of Bai Li and Zhan Xin.
To his utter surprise, the enemy this time was actually a disciple of the Holy Land. Chen Xuan was filled with regret and self-reproach, and secretly vowed never to let anything like this happen again.
As the three landed on the mountaintop below and began their seclusion, Chen Xuan, his face grim, gazed at the dazzling tortoise-shell holy light array shimmering in the distance. At this moment, he exuded a chilling aura, like a volcano about to erupt, suppressing boundless rage.
Chen Xuan's sudden intervention to block the killing moves from both battlefields and save Gu Ying, Bai Li, and Zhan Xin was truly bizarre.
Even now that Senior Brother Qianhe has returned to the Holy Light Array, everyone still harbors deep fear of Chen Xuan.
Their eyes were filled with solemnity and vigilance as they watched Chen Xuan's every move.
Seeing Chen Xuan flying over with his bare upper body, his body covered in shimmering crimson divine patterns, hands behind his back and a gloomy face, the eight elite second-generation disciples of the Holy Land who had set up the formation were all on high alert.
They gripped their weapons tightly, their auras rising to their peak, ready to face the impending battle.
"We, the descendants of the Holy Land, do not kill nameless individuals. Quickly state your names!"
Beside Senior Brother Qianhe, a woman in red stood with a cold expression, berating Chen Xuan. Her voice was sharp and icy, an attempt to mask her inner fear.