GBP Chapter 1863
Chapter 1863
Boom! Boom!
Explosions rang out one after another, and the pale gray array patterns shattered inch by inch under the sword light, raising clouds of dust. The terrifying pressure that had enveloped the valley vanished without a trace in an instant.
"That's enough." Chen Xuan pulled Qiu Zixian along and they crossed the valley directly.
Qiu Zixian was completely dumbfounded—she had been stuck in front of this formation for three years, without even touching the edge of the formation's core, yet Chen Xuan had broken it with just a few sword beams?
Moreover, this is a primordial array that transcends the immortal realm! "You... how did you break the array so easily?" She looked at Chen Xuan, her eyes filled with disbelief.
For the rest of the journey, Qiu Zixian completely gave up on "reminding" him—Chen Xuan seemed to be able to see through the essence of all formations, whether it was a trapping formation or a killing formation, he could break them at will and dive straight down.
In less than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the two arrived at the deepest part of the divine mine.
It was pitch black here, with only the faint glow of the eerie blue phosphorescent fire on the rock walls. The air was filled with a rusty, metallic smell, and the gravel underfoot hurt your feet.
Qiu Zixian flipped her hand and took out a palm-sized purple token, which was engraved with intricate demonic patterns. She condensed a wisp of demonic energy at her fingertips and gently touched the center of the token.
hum-
Purple mist surged from the command token, swirled twice in the air like a living thing, and then rushed towards the dark cave below.
Where the mist passed, the phosphorescent flames on the rock wall suddenly lit up, and a completely black immortal palace gradually appeared before the two of them—the words "Nine Netherworlds" were engraved on the lintel of the immortal palace, which had long been blurred by the passage of time.
"This is my immortal abode." Qiu Zixian scratched his head somewhat embarrassedly. "I'm sorry to have embarrassed you; the environment is a bit poor."
As she spoke, she broke free from Chen Xuan's hand and flew towards the Immortal Abode, preparing to gather the resources inside.
Chen Xuan stood there, watching her back, when a strange unease suddenly swept through his heart—like being pricked by a needle, sharp and abrupt.
He subconsciously extended his divine sense to carefully examine the surrounding environment, but found nothing unusual.
But that feeling of unease washed over me like a tide, growing stronger and stronger.
Chen Xuan watched Qiu Zixian's retreating figure as she flew towards the Immortal Abode, his fingertips unconsciously rubbing his cuffs—perhaps it was his confidence in his own strength, or perhaps it was his unwillingness to dampen her enthusiasm for packing her "belongings," but he temporarily suppressed that inexplicable unease.
He leaned against the rock wall, watching the ghostly blue phosphorescent light reflect on Qiu Zixian's black robe, as if coating her with a layer of cold light, but he didn't think much of it.
At this moment, Qiu Zixian had already flown above the Immortal Abode. She hovered below the words "Nine Netherworlds," and a wisp of pale purple demonic energy condensed at her fingertips—
Demonic energy coiled around her fingertips as she pressed them towards the array's core on the lintel of the immortal abode, preparing to disarm the outer protective array and store the immortal abode in her storage ring.
But just as the demonic energy touched the core of the formation—
call! ! !
A bloody wind suddenly swept through the once dark and desolate depths of the divine mine!
The world seemed to be turned upside down by a giant hand. The falling pebbles suddenly floated upwards, the ghostly blue phosphorescent fire instantly turned blood red, and six array diagrams engraved with ferocious runes were "squeezed" out from the rock wall.
Like six blood-red barriers, they instantly enveloped Qiu Zixian and the Immortal Mansion in the center!
Within the array, the power of heaven and earth was circulating wildly:
A crimson torrent, carrying shattered bones, gushed forth from the bottom of the formation and swept towards Qiu Zixian.
The skeletal phantom, wielding a rusty longsword, roared as it slashed at her head; the demonic phantom opened its blood-red maw, ready to devour her soul.
Even the void itself seemed to conjure ferocious divine weapons, their tips aimed directly at her dantian—all the killing moves carried earth-shattering power, giving her no chance to breathe!
"Hahaha! Qiu Zixian, now that you dare to show yourself, it is your death day!"
An aged voice came from outside the formation, and then a figure wearing a tattered Taoist robe appeared—the old man held a pitch-black soul banner in his hand, with countless phantom images wrapped around its surface; he was none other than a first-class celestial god of the Divine Banner Sect.
"Qiu Zixian! Give me back my son's life!" Another figure rushed out. It was a burly man dressed in animal skin, exuding the unique aura of the demon race. He carried a crimson bone club in his hand, and his eyes were bloodshot.
"Witch! You have corrupted the Dao heart of the successor of my Divine Monkey Clan. Today, I will surely grind you to dust!" The powerful members of the Divine Monkey Clan also revealed themselves, their fur as red as flames, their fingernails gleaming with a cold light, staring intently at Qiu Zixian in the formation.
In just a few breaths, sixteen figures appeared one after another—half were human cultivators, some in Taoist robes and others in armor, and the other half were demons and other races. They were all different in appearance, but without exception, they all exuded the pressure of gods and immortals.
Especially the old man from the Divine Banner Sect, whose aura was so condensed that it was almost tangible, clearly an old monster who had been fighting for many years.
Qiu Zixian's pupils shrank suddenly, and demonic mist frantically gathered around her body. In the past, when her enemies ambushed her, they were at most cultivators of the same level. She could always escape with her cultivation and wisdom. But this time, sixteen celestial gods and immortals gathered together and even set up a killing formation outside her lair in advance. It was obviously a long-planned scheme!
"What a grand display... To deal with a 'weak woman' like me, they actually mobilized sixteen celestial beings."
Qiu Zixian forced herself to remain calm, and the demonic mist condensed into sharp claws at her fingertips, blocking a wave of blood torrents, but a trace of blood still spilled from the corner of her mouth.
Knowing she had no chance of winning, she hurriedly sent a telepathic message to Chen Xuan outside the formation. Her voice trembled, but she deliberately lowered it, afraid he would notice her weakness: "Go back to the cave dwelling and wait for me! There's a little trouble here, I'll come find you after I've dealt with it!"
There was no response from the other end of the communication stone. Qiu Zixian's heart sank, and she added another sentence, her tone resolute:
"Don't be silly! This is not something you can handle! In a hundred years, to be able to spend this moment with you, I am already content!"
"Qiu Zixian, prepare to die!" roared the powerful monkey warrior outside the formation, slamming his staff into the formation diagram, instantly making the killing moves inside the formation even more ferocious.
"You brat from outside! If you know what's good for you, get lost!" The human elder glanced at Chen Xuan not far away, his tone full of disdain. "After we kill this witch, we'll deal with your accomplices!"
Qiu Zixian's face darkened completely, and a crazed light flashed in her eyes—she absolutely could not drag Chen Xuan down with her!
"Then I'll drag you all down with me!" she roared, and a pale golden mark suddenly appeared between her brows. The mark resembled a coiled chain or an ancient rune. The moment it lit up, the demonic energy around her surged, even causing the killing moves within the formation to pause slightly!
Meanwhile, beyond the endless star field, in the Nine Netherworld Sacred Land, within a blessed land shrouded in immortal energy—
In the center of the white jade-paved square, Xia Jiuyou sat cross-legged, his white robes trailing on the ground, surrounded by a faint ethereal mist, like a banished immortal.
Her fingertips formed a meditation mudra, her eyelashes drooped slightly, and a pale golden mark, exactly the same as Qiu Zixian's, suddenly lit up between her originally calm and undisturbed brows!
Xia Jiuyou's eyelashes trembled suddenly, and she slowly opened her eyes—those eyes were a cool, pale blue, completely different from Qiu Zixian's purple.
She sensed the fluctuations in consciousness emanating from between her brows and murmured, "Who has driven you to such a desperate situation that you are forced to use the 'Ancient Sacrifice Seal'?"
Before she finished speaking, she formed a hand seal and placed it between her eyebrows—a transparent consciousness floated out from between her eyebrows, like a stream of light, instantly traversing endless star fields and flying towards Qiu Zixian's direction.