allendalepharm Chapter 111 Please Let Me Pretend to Be Big
Chapter 111 Please Let Me Pretend to Be Big
Chapter 111 Please Let Me Pretend to Be Big
"Master Yao." Russell nodded slightly, as if to say hello.
Yao Lao, who was in control of Xiao Yan's body, smiled slightly and looked at the huge ice sculpture. He raised his hand slightly, and a pale white flame quietly burned in his palm.
Russell clasped his hands together, and a noble yet obscure syllable rang out from his throat. The next moment, the surrounding spiritual energy seemed to be summoned and frantically converged into his palms.
The energies of the four elements—earth, wind, water, and fire—intertwined and collided in his palms, merging with each other. With each expansion and contraction, a dazzling halo burst forth, illuminating the surrounding dark seabed in a dreamlike manner.
Gradually, the four-colored light began to collapse inward in a way that defied common sense. The brilliant colors gradually faded and eventually condensed into a transparent rhomboid crystal that was extremely concentrated.
The crystal was only the size of a fingernail, completely transparent, yet its core faintly shimmered with iridescent light.
Yao Lao took over Xiao Yan's body, and a ghostly white bone spirit cold flame appeared in his palm. He carefully wrapped the crystal in it, and the moment the flame came into contact with the crystal, Yao Lao's expression became visibly solemn.
He manipulated the pale white flame, guiding it bit by bit through the thick ice towards the center of Kui Niu's brow.
The moment the crystal touched its brow, it flickered slightly, like a drop of water merging into a lake, silently seeping in.
The Kui Niu's body trembled slightly, and the azure lightning that wrapped around it suddenly lit up for a moment before dimming again.
It became.
The old medicine master exhaled a long breath, and the layer of pale white flames that enveloped his body instantly receded like a tide, revealing his original appearance.
Xiao Yan's body swayed slightly, the color drained from his face, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.
"I should have taken a pill beforehand." Xiao Yan panted, wiping the fine sweat from his forehead with his sleeve.
He quickly took out a qi-replenishing pill from his pocket and put it in his mouth. He felt the medicinal power dissipate in his body and then he could catch his breath a little.
Putting an elephant in the refrigerator only takes two steps: open the refrigerator door and put the elephant inside.
They had just done roughly the same thing. It seemed simple, but it actually took them a full half hour. Although the actual operator of this micro-operation was Yao Lao, the medium was his body. He had suffered just as much as he was supposed to.
Russell chuckled: "I only came to you because I had no other choice. Apart from top-tier alchemists like Master Yao, I really can't find any other expert who can do such delicate work."
"Brother Luo is right," Yao Lao's voice came from Xiao Yan's body, tinged with a hint of smugness.
He's not bragging, but even if any ninth-grade alchemist were to perform this operation today, they might not be able to do it so perfectly.
Before long, Xiao Yan caught his breath and looked at Russell, asking curiously, "By the way, what was that thing just now? It seemed really powerful."
"A beggar's version of the Philosopher's Stone," Russell replied.
In the worldview of the dragon race, the Philosopher's Stone is hailed as a treasure that materializes the fifth element, capable of effectively killing life forms at the level of a dragon king.
With his current abilities, he certainly couldn't create the complete Philosopher's Stone, but his goal wasn't to kill the Dragon King; he simply wanted to give Kui Niu a skill point.
If that's all there is to it, the basic version is perfectly adequate.
"Alright, stop thinking about it. The model worker's group is almost finished. We need to get up there as soon as possible."
As Russell spoke, the noble pale gold in the Blackwater Serpent's eyes slowly faded. The next moment, the power of the Word of Power that enveloped the entire deep sea dissipated, and the frozen seawater began to flow again as if thawing. Huge ice blocks began to rise, and the surrounding sea once again fell into that eternal darkness.
Xiao Yan's face fell: "Damn it, can't you let a guy rest for a bit? You know you'll lose me if you keep doing this?"
His tone was resentful, but he still obediently spread out the Purple Cloud Wings on his back.
Russell stomped on the snake's head and gave Xiao Yan a strange look: "What are you babbling about? Get in the car."
Xiao Yan was stunned for a moment, then slapped himself in the face. That's right, with a mount, why should he fly? He still suffered from being poor.
He folded his Purple Cloud Wings and landed on top of the Black Water Serpent's head.
"roar!"
The Blackwater Serpent let out a deep roar, its massive body twisting violently as it leaped into the air and broke through the waves towards the sea.
The seabed returned to silence.
Beneath the trench, the Kui Niu remained asleep, and between its brows, the Philosopher's Stone, which had been planted, emitted a faint light, slowly merging with its flesh and blood, and a single horn gradually took shape, shimmering gently.
Above the battlefield of Liubo Mountain and the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect.
Han Li stood on the void, with the Green Radiance Sword floating behind him. At this moment, he was playing with a fist-sized, crystal-clear, blood-red skull.
This was his recent trophy, while its original owner lay pale-faced in the ruins below.
The vampire demon, his aura waning, slumped among the rubble, his face filled with disbelief.
He had roamed the land for hundreds of years, confident that there were only a handful of people in the world who could defeat him. Yet today, he was defeated so easily by the person in front of him, and he couldn't even last fifty moves.
Not only him, but all the Shangqing Realm experts who were hiding in the shadows and watching this battlefield were also shocked at this moment.
The Blood Refining Hall came prepared this time. They had guessed that the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect would be defeated, but they did not expect to be defeated so thoroughly.
They knew all too well what kind of person the Vampire Demon was, yet even such a person was beaten so badly that he had no chance to fight back or even escape in less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.
The guy who called himself Han Li of the Blood Refining Hall remained calm and composed throughout, playing the Blood-Sucking Old Demon like a cat toying with a mouse.
Seeing the pitiful state of the vampire old demon, many nearby demonic masters had the same thought.
The world of demonic cultivation is about to change.
"Interesting." In the sky, Han Li nodded to himself.
Although the cultivation system in this world is not as complete as that in the mortal world, and the various techniques are not comprehensive, it does have many merits in terms of offensive tactics. When he fought the Blood-Sucking Demon, the opponent's Blood Fiend Technique gave him a lot of inspiration.
He put the blood skull into his storage bag and glanced down at the slumped vampire demon below.
When the vampire met his gaze, he trembled all over, his lips quivering as if he wanted to say something, but Han Li did not give him a chance to speak.
With a hiss, the Green Radiance Sword transformed into a streak of emerald light, descending from the sky and cleanly piercing through the head of the vampire demon. Blood splattered, and red and white matter was scattered all over the ground.
Han Li didn't even glance at it before turning around and flying towards another battlefield.
There, Daoist Yunyi was engaged in a fierce battle with Bai Duzi.
Bai Duzi was completely numb at that moment.
He never expected that the vampire demon would be defeated so quickly and so thoroughly.
Although he was gaining a slight advantage and was pressing the black-robed swordsman, it would take at least another hundred moves to determine a winner. Right now, that fiend surnamed Han had freed up his hands and was rushing over here. How could he possibly survive?
escape!
Even if it means resorting to any means necessary today, he has to survive!
Once the thought arose, it could no longer be suppressed.
Bai Duzi feinted an attack, his body filled with poisonous mist that surged and transformed into a multicolored poisonous dragon that lunged at Yun Yi Dao Ren. At the same time, he retreated rapidly, heading towards the distant, continuous mountain forest.
But how could Daoist Yunyi let him have his way? Seeing Han Li standing guard on the side, he was already very excited. So he simply let go of his defenses completely and no longer held back any strength.
With a flick of his sword, countless sword lights suddenly appeared around him. He thrust out a sword, and the layers upon layers of light, dense and numerous, fell down on Bai Duzi like a sudden spring rain.
Normally, Bai Duzi would have used his poison techniques to trick him, but with Han Li watching him intently from the side, he was already terrified and only thought about escaping. He had no mind to fight back. He mechanically threw out the poisons from his sleeve, causing them to explode and turn into clouds of multicolored poisonous mist, barely concealing his figure.
Liubo Mountain is so vast that as long as he escapes into the forest, with his skill in hiding, even if the Poison God himself came, he would not be able to find him!
That's what he thought, and that's what he did.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
The sword light and the poisonous mist collided and exploded repeatedly, the aftershocks destroying all the surrounding rocks and trees, and carving deep ravines into the ground.
Bai Duzi took a hit from Yun Yi Dao Ren's sword energy.
The sword energy came from behind and slashed hard on his left shoulder. Blood splattered as an arm was severed at the root.
Bai Duzi groaned, his face pale, but he dared not pause for a moment. Using the impact of the sword, he suddenly accelerated and blasted back more than three hundred feet in one breath.
finally----
He glanced back.
Han Li remained where he was, standing with his hands behind his back, seemingly having no intention of giving chase.
A surge of wild joy welled up in Bai Duzi's heart.
It worked!
At this distance, even if Han Li wanted to chase him now, he could no longer catch up. Next, he only needed to disappear into the mountains and forests and use the complex terrain of Liubo Mountain to hide his whereabouts, and no one would be able to find him!
He turned and sped towards the lush forest.
The mountains and forests are just a stone's throw away.
However, just as he turned around, a few purple specks of light suddenly floated out of his peripheral vision.
The points of light, like fireflies or tassels, drifted silently from the darkness and gently brushed past his eyes.
not good!!!
Bai Duzi's pupils suddenly contracted, and his eyes seemed to burst.
But by then it was too late to react.
Almost instantly, a figure blocked his path.
The man stood with his hands behind his back, his pair of purple wings fluttering slightly in the night wind.
Looking at Bai Duzi, who had not yet fully turned around, Russell simply extended his right hand forward.
On a hillside dozens of miles away from the battlefield of the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect, five figures stood silently.
The Ghost King stood with his hands behind his back, flanked by Mr. Ghost, Azure Dragon, You Ji, and Bi Yao.
Before the five people, a three-inch square water mirror floated in mid-air, its surface rippling slightly like water, clearly reflecting the scene of the fierce battle dozens of miles away.
In the mirror, the Vampire Demon was completely at a disadvantage. Han Li held the Soul Banner and unleashed a barrage of hundreds of talismans. No matter how the Vampire Demon activated the blood light and summoned ghost generals, they were all like mud oxen entering the sea, unable to stir up the slightest ripple.
In less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, the vampire demon was beaten so badly that he was powerless to fight back and looked utterly pathetic.
The Ghost King remained silent.
Mr. Ghost remained silent.
Qinglong and Youji remained silent.
An elder of the Blood Refining Hall is incredibly powerful.
So, what level of cultivation must Russell, who is implicitly led by him, possess?
The same thought arose in the minds of all four of them.
Only Biyao remained silent.
Her gaze remained fixed on another battlefield in the mirror, on the figure wielding a fire poker, cutting through the disciples of the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect.
The man's honest face was now filled with murderous intent, and every swing of his stick brought forth a flash of blood.
As Biyao gazed at that figure, the corners of her mouth unconsciously turned up slightly, her heart and eyes filled with satisfaction.
Suddenly, her gaze sharpened.
At the edge of the mirror, a purple streak of light streaked across the sky at incredible speed and entered the scene.
"Russell is about to make his move!" she couldn't help but exclaim.
The Ghost King and the others looked in the direction of the sound.
The next moment, they witnessed a scene they would never forget.
Above Liubo Mountain, a pale, round moon hangs alone in the sky.
The moonlight was cut into countless fragments by the clouds, scattering like broken silver across the boundless forest.
The wind blew from the distant mountain ridges, carrying the scent of ancient wilderness. The branches and leaves of millions of giant trees surged and undulated in the wind, like a black ocean, making a continuous rustling sound.
Above that forest, a figure hovered in mid-air.
Purple wings spread wide on his back, their edges swirling with a deep purple light that shimmered in the moonlight, and his eyes seemed to hold the slow flow of magma deep within them.
"6
'
Russell spoke up.
He chanted in some ancient and obscure language, each syllable seeming to be forcibly awakened from the depths of the world's rules.
The syllables echoed in the night sky, carrying an aura of majesty that commanded all things to submit.
The wind stopped.
The clouds have stopped.
Even the moonlight seemed to freeze in mid-air.
An invisible force began to converge wildly around Russell.
The air resonated with each syllable, emitting a deep hum, and fire elements danced wildly around him, forming visible streams of crimson light.
Compared to him, Bai Duzi was like an ant under the gaze of a dragon, insignificant and pathetic.
On a hillside dozens of miles away, the Ghost King leaned slightly forward.
He stared intently at the image in the water mirror, a solemn look appearing for the first time deep in his pupils.
Mr. Ghost's voice was somewhat hoarse: "What level of magic is this?"
No one answered him.
Because nobody knows the answer.
Qinglong clenched his fists, and Youji's gaze was more focused than ever before. They had both spent hundreds of years struggling in the demonic path, seeing countless masters and witnessing countless earth-shattering spells, but this scene before them was still beyond their comprehension.
Under everyone's watchful eyes, Russell suddenly clenched his right hand.
In that instant, all sound in the world vanished.
"boom!!!"
The flames, compressed to their limit, exploded with a deafening roar.
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