Longevity: Starting from Refining Gu-Chapter 266 - 167 Linglong Dice Xuan Bird in Flight

Chapter 266: Chapter 167: Linglong Dice, Xuan Bird in Flight

Chapter 266 -167: Linglong Dice, Xuan Bird in Flight

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With one sword, Chen Qing forced Yan Shiyin back and looked around. Enemies surrounded him on all sides.

Chen Qing used his sword to fend off dozens of flying swords in front of him, then turned to clash swords with Yan Shiyin again.

Although Chen Qing relied on keen perception and exceptionally fast movements to avoid or block most attacks, he still suffered from some of the flying sword assaults.

The layers of Xuanhuang Qi on his body peeled off, one after another.

At this moment, Yan Shiyin began to realize just how strong a Gu that could perform Fatian Xiangdi truly was.

Presently, Chen Qing did not resemble an ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivator but more like a tribe’s Clan Guardian Spirit Beast.

His massive form continuously attracted their attacks. Yet, he alone was holding off hundreds of them.

Of course, this was because Chen Qing had an army of 800 men at the perimeter.

If surrounded alone, Chen Qing would surely be no match for them.

But the 800 men outside were not dead, so how could they allow the enemy to act unimpeded?

Chen Qing charged left and right, though he could not break out of the encirclement, he managed to disrupt the Mystic Gate Army’s formation.

At this time, Li Bingwei finally had the opportunity to make a significant impact, and a chaotic battle erupted suddenly.

The rain stopped and started again, followed by a wildfire spreading across the field; the sky was perpetually filled with black clouds, and lightning struck continuously, occasionally hitting an unlucky soul.

The ground churned as lava surged, leaving no spot unscathed.

Under the battle of numerous cultivators, the battlefield had completely turned into a scene of hell.

Qing Ran watched from afar atop the canopy, feeling utterly shaken.

“What they’re fighting for is not momentary victory or defeat, but who will become the master of Foundation Establishment in Nanli.”

The war reached this point, and everyone perceived a change in the tide.

One Foundation Establishment cultivator after another fell into pools of blood, descending from the sky, hitting the ground, never to rise again.

Despite the increasing number of corpses on the ground, almost no one among the combatants retreated; each was prepared to fight to the death.

The might of the battlefield struck Qing Ran profoundly.

If it were the Foundation Establishment of Lin Country, by this point, they would probably have already begun to retreat.

How many years does it take to cultivate a Foundation Establishment?

And what kind of talent is needed?

How many resources does it require?

Yet here, death was just death, no more significant than an ordinary soldier’s demise.

Chen Qing fought bloodily among the crowd. Within fifteen minutes, the Xuanhuang Qi covering his body was completely stripped away, leaving almost none.

He tried to draw more Xuanhuang Qi from the earth but found it was already depleted.

The ground dried out, exposing the rocky base, and all vitality seemed to vanish.

Chen Qing waved his hand, extracting a large amount of healing Spiritual Medicine and Spiritual Pearls from within himself, swallowing them in one gulp. Inside him, his body operated like a furnace, delivering substantial medicinal power to the wounds on his body surface.

He sought to target Cheng Tianyou, who posed the greatest threat to him, but amidst the chaos, he suddenly realized he could no longer find any trace of Cheng Tianyou.

Obviously, Cheng Tianyou had hidden himself, ready to deliver a fatal blow at any moment.

In front, Yan Shiyin, despite not being able to face Chen Qing’s Fatian Xiangdi head-on, persistently managed to hold him off.

Yan Shiyin slashed Chen Qing on the arm, leaving a bone-deep wound.

The base of his right thumb throbbed with pain; looking down, he realized it was torn from striking too forcefully.

“Fatian Xiangdi!”

One of the strongest divine skills, truly living up to its name; the stronger the user’s base, the stronger their abilities after use.

For Chen Qing, it was an equally vexing dilemma. While Yan Shiyin couldn’t rival him head-on, he was undoubtedly exceedingly troublesome.

Chen Qing speculated that Yan Shiyin had at least ten Butterfly Transformation spiritual item Gus.

Just as he was about to repel the oncoming spear formations, he noticed a thick fog suddenly rising around them.

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Fog Gu·Smoke Cage.

The thick fog spread, and Chen Qing found the land underfoot no longer as familiar as before; the surrounding smoke completely confined his senses.

It was definitely a spirit Gu!

Fortunately, despite the fog’s vast range, it merely isolated his senses, and to completely confuse him and make him lose his way would be wishful thinking in his Fatian Xiangdi state.

Chen Qing waved his left sleeve, Universe in the Sleeve!

Instantly, the mist covering several hundred meters dissipated. Just as he regained clarity before him, he discovered Cheng Tianyou had shrunk to the size of a mosquito, flying a spear towards his left eye!

Raising his hand, he was about to wield his sword. Dragon Sparrow just swung into the air when it was skewed by a golden blade light from Yan Shiyin.

Lifting his left hand to block momentarily, Cheng Tianyou pierced a bloody hole through the palm, continuing to shoot towards his left eye.

Amid his anxiety, Chen Qing suddenly noticed an icy feather arrow passing before his eyes, directly hitting Cheng Tianyou and knocking him away.

The familiar feeling—it could only be her.

But why was she here as well?

The next moment, the sky filled with fluttering white feathers.

Xuanping, clad in black with a black veil, held a bow in her right hand, forming a hand seal with two fingers of her left hand.

Stepping on flying feathers, she descended like a celestial being, using Soaring Step Skills to traverse dozens of feet instantly, arriving at the forefront of the army.

A fierce wind arose, swirling up, turning the ground’s blaze into a fiery hurricane vortex.