PFC Chapter 491 Breaking the Formation
Chapter 491 Breaking the Formation
Lin Chen stood there motionless, his hands tucked into his sleeves, his face expressionless, as if nothing had happened.
Lingbo moved instantly.
With a gentle flick of her white sleeve, a cold, bone-chilling white light tore through the air with a "whoosh."
Where the white light flashed, the flying insects froze instantly, and the frost on their wings visibly spread and fell off with a crackling sound.
It fell to the ground with a "thud," shattering into a pile of ice shards.
This is Lingbo's Dao—"Cold".
The problem is, there are just too many of these things.
After one wave is wiped out, another wave comes, popping up like they're free.
Lingbo frowned slightly; it wasn't that she couldn't beat him, but that he was annoying.
On the flying boat, Lan Fenghuang stood at the bow, gripping the railing with her hands, craning her neck like a goose to look down, her brows furrowed.
"How long... how long will this fight last?"
She wanted to help, but with her limited cultivation, going down there would just be suicide.
Yan Ruyu, on the other hand, leaned against the side of the boat with her teacup in hand, took a sip of tea, and said leisurely:
"What's the rush? With those three here, breaking through the formation is a piece of cake!"
Lan Fenghuang turned and glanced at Yan Ruyu. "Aren't you going to make a move?"
Yan Ruyu smiled but didn't reply.
On the battlefield below, Jian Shisan cleaved the giant lizard back with a single sword strike, then took a few steps back, his chest heaving twice.
Dugu Qiubai stood beside him, expressionless.
The two of them were holding back their blows the whole time.
It's not that we can't beat them, it's that we haven't figured out the intricacies of this formation.
The formations of the Gu God Temple have been passed down for tens of thousands of years; who knows how many pitfalls are buried within them?
What if we trigger some kind of "we all die together" restriction? Wouldn't that be asking for trouble?
Jian Shisan looked up at the churning fog around him and suddenly asked, "Have you figured it out?"
Dugu Qiubai didn't speak, he just nodded.
The two looked at each other, their unspoken understanding as if they had rehearsed a hundred times.
Jian Shisan gripped the Zhuxian Sword tightly, and the crimson sword light suddenly surged, illuminating half the sky like a volcanic eruption.
When Dugu Qiubai closed his eyes and opened them again, his entire demeanor had changed.
How should I put it? Just a moment ago he was a person, now he's a sword.
A sword that has been drawn, has drawn blood, and has no intention of being sheathed.
The two of them took action at the same time.
Sword Thirteen's crimson sword energy, like a fire dragon, roared as it crashed into the thick fog, its heat so intense it seemed to burn through space itself.
Dugu Qiubai's sword energy condensed into a white light, making no sound or movement, but it was faster, more sinister, and more accurate than Jian Shisan's.
One side confronts the enemy head-on, while the other tries to sneak up on them from the side.
One left and one right, one light and one dark.
"boom--!!!"
The loud noise shook the entire valley.
The thick fog seemed to be torn apart from both sides by two giant hands, and the array patterns made a "crackling" sound, like glass breaking.
The swarm of insects evaporated in swathes, leaving not a trace.
The giant lizard fared the worst, with two sword energies striking its face simultaneously.
Sword Thirteen had cut a three-zhang-long gash in its body, and black blood gushed out like a fountain, hissing and steaming.
Dugu Qiubai's attack was even more ruthless, piercing through its left eye and exiting through the back of its head, going straight through.
The lizard let out a miserable "Aow!" and scrambled back into the depths of the thick fog, leaving a trail of black blood like water.
The dense fog has dissipated by about 70%.
Seventy percent of the array patterns were broken.
But the remaining residual array patterns began to operate again, and the mist began to gather again.
Jian Shisan frowned: "It can still move?"
Dugu Qiubai frowned slightly, and the two were about to deliver another blow—
Suddenly, a silvery-white streak of crimson light swept past their heads.
Cold, sharp, and devoid of any warmth or human touch.
Like moonlight, like frost and snow, like the coldest wind in the dead of winter.
It was Lingbo; she was serious.
To be honest, Lingbo's cultivation level is no lower than that of Jian Shisan and Dugu Qiubai.
The silvery-white attack struck the remaining thick fog.
"Click—"
It wasn't the sound of cracking; it was the sound of freezing.
The remaining array patterns were frozen solid, and their operating speed visibly slowed down, like frozen gears that could no longer turn with a "click-clack" sound.
The mist condensed into ice crystals, which fell down with a "whoosh," covering the ground with a layer of white frost, just like it was snowing.
The valley entrance was completely quiet.
A wide passage leads from the valley entrance straight into the depths of the valley. The mist on both sides is blocked by ice walls a meter away, forming a crystal passage.
Jian Shisan sheathed his sword, turned to look at Ling Bo, and his eyes showed a hint of surprise.
He truly hadn't expected that besides the freakish Dugu Qiubai, Lin Chen had such a person by his side.
On the airship, Lin Chen leaned against the bow, arms crossed, watching the scene below, a slight smile playing on his lips.
Then he jumped directly off the airship, his robes barely fluttering as he landed steadily on the ground.
"I'm gone."
Having said that, he stepped directly into the passage, his pace neither fast nor slow, but each step covered ten zhang (approximately 33 meters).
Lingbo flashed to Lin Chen's side, glancing at Yan Ruyu out of the corner of her eye.
Yan Ruyu smiled and followed.
Blue Phoenix quickly jogged to catch up, muttering, "Wait for me, wait for me..."
Jian Shisan and Dugu Qiubai stood on either side of Lin Chen, protecting him.
The passage is very long.
At their pace of ten zhang per step, they covered the distance in about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.
The fog churned on both sides, and swarms of insects occasionally tried to rush over.
But as soon as they approached the passage, they were frozen by the lingering chill, not even having time to make a sound.
When you reach the end, a bright and open view suddenly appears before you.
Deep in the valley is a huge complex of buildings.
Black palaces, black pavilions, black stone steps, black floor tiles.
All the buildings were constructed from the same black stone, radiating a cold, eerie light, like a sleeping behemoth lying in the valley.
Blue Phoenix glanced at it and muttered under her breath, "This is too eerie..."
Yan Ruyu smiled slightly but didn't reply.
Eight people were standing in the square in front of the palace.
The Lord of the Gu God Temple stood at the very front, wearing a black robe and a mask, revealing only a pair of pitch-black eyes.
Seven celestial elders stood behind him, also wearing masks so their faces were obscured.
Eight people stood in a row, like eight black statues, motionless, with only the hem of their clothes fluttering gently in the wind.
The temple master's voice came from behind the mask, cold and tinged with a barely perceptible hint of apprehension:
"Lin Chen, the Gu God Palace has no grudge against you, why did you destroy my clan's protective formation?"
Lin Chen walked to the center of the square, stopped, put his hands in his sleeves, looked at the Palace Master of the Gu God Palace, and smiled slightly.
He didn't reply immediately, but instead looked him up and down.
Who would have thought? The Lord of the Gu God Palace is actually a woman.
Although she hid very well, she was completely covered by a black robe.
But Lin Chen could not escape his notice of that figure and the subtle tones in that voice.
Their eyes met briefly in the air.
The eyes of the Lord of the Gu God Temple were devoid of any emotion, like those of a heartless robot.
Lin Chen chuckled lightly, his tone casual:
"I didn't destroy your sect, I just knocked on the door, and knocked a little too hard."
The temple master was silent for a moment: "What do you want to do?"