PFC Chapter 430: Unharmed! 3 Orbs!
Chapter 430: Unharmed! 3 Orbs!
Chapter 430: Unharmed! Three Treasures!
The wind howled, raising a cloud of dust.
Ma Xianhong's figure shuttled through the mountains and forests like a ghost.
His face was grim, his eyes were bloodshot, and his breathing was rapid and heavy.
"Su Chen...how dare you touch my self-cultivation furnace!"
"I will never let you go!"
Ma Xianhong gritted his teeth, feeling extremely anxious.
He could clearly feel that the restrictions around the self-cultivation furnace were being destroyed bit by bit.
Those were the restrictions he had set up personally, and each one contained his powerful Qi.
Ma Xianhong couldn't think of anyone else who could break the ban so quickly except the mysterious Su Chen.
The self-cultivation furnace is the core of all his plans and the key to his realization of the grand blueprint of "New Jiejiao".
Once the self-cultivation furnace is destroyed, all his hard work will be wasted.
The "Tao" he pursues will also become empty.
Ma Xianhong absolutely cannot accept such a result.
"No one... no one can stop me!"
Ma Xianhong roared to the sky, his voice hoarse and crazy.
He pushed the Divine Machine to its limit and his speed increased again.
However, just as he was about to reach the valley where the self-cultivation furnace was located, several figures suddenly appeared in front of him.
Zhang Chulan, Feng Baobao, Xiao Zizai, Clarinet, Lao Meng, Wang Zhenqiu...
Six temporary workers completely blocked his way.
"Old Ma! Do you think you can get away?"
Zhang Chulan's eyes were wide open as he stared at Ma Xianhong.
"Today, you must pay for what you have done!"
The Golden Light Spell was activated, and golden light shone brightly around Zhang Chulan, like a god of war descending.
Feng Baobao didn't say anything, but just stood silently beside Zhang Chulan, the long sword in his hand flashing with a cold light.
"Village Chief Ma, please mend your ways."
The smile on Xiao Zizai's face disappeared, replaced by solemnity.
"Your 'path' has gone astray."
The clarinet in the clarinet's arm made a low humming sound.
He narrowed one eye and aimed at Ma Xianhong.
"Village chief, I don't want to be your enemy."
Lao Meng pushed his glasses, with a hint of regret in his tone.
"But what you did was really too much."
Wang Zhenqiu crossed his arms, still with a cynical smile on his face.
"Village Chief Ma, stop struggling and surrender."
"You have no chance."
Ma Xianhong looked around, his face livid. He had not expected these temporary workers to be so difficult to deal with.
“You…you guys…”
Ma Xianhong gritted his teeth, with a flame of madness burning in his eyes.
"You don't understand my 'Tao' at all!"
He took a deep breath and suppressed the anger in his heart.
"What I pursue is an ideal world without oppression, exploitation and equality for all!"
"And you are willing to become running dogs who know everything and uphold those corrupt rules!"
"You are the real evil ones!"
Ma Xianhong's voice echoed in the valley, filled with resentment and anger.
He knew that he had reached his limit.
But he will never give up.
"No one... no one can stop me!"
Ma Xianhong roared again, and the Qi in his body surged wildly.
He was ready to fight to the death.
Even if he dies, he will protect his "Tao" and his self-cultivation furnace.
"It's no use talking more!"
Zhang Chulan interrupted Ma Xianhong coldly.
"Ma Xianhong, you have completely gone astray."
"Today, we must stop you!"
Zhang Chulan knew very well that Ma Xianhong's "Tao", although seemingly beautiful, actually concealed disasters.
If Ma Xianhong succeeds, the entire alien world, and even the entire world, will fall into chaos.
Zhang Chulan absolutely cannot accept this result.
"Do it!"
Zhang Chulan shouted in a low voice and rushed towards Ma Xianhong first.
With the activation of the Golden Light Spell, Zhang Chulan's figure cut through the sky like golden lightning.
Feng Baobao followed closely behind, the short knife in his hand, with fierce murderous intent, went straight for Ma Xianhong's vital points.
Xiao Zizai, Hei Guaner, Lao Meng and Wang Zhenqiu, four temporary workers, also took action.
"boom!"
Zhang Chulan took the lead, and under the blessing of the Golden Light Mantra, his speed was as fast as a flying swan.
, with a fist packed with tremendous force, it flew straight to Ma Xianhong's face.
The wind from his fist was so strong that it made Ma Xianhong's long hair rustle and fly in disarray.
Feng Baobao attacked almost at the same time, and appeared silently beside Ma Xianhong like a ghost.
The short knife in his hand flashed with a cold light, drew an extremely tricky arc, and went straight to Ma Xianhong's waist.
Before the blade arrived, the sharp chill had already caused goose bumps to appear on Ma Xianhong's skin.
Xiao Zizai tapped the ground with his toes, his body spinning like a top, and he slapped out his hands in succession.
The palm wind whistled, leaving golden afterimages in the air, blocking all of Ma Xianhong's escape routes.
The clarinet on the clarinet's arm flickered with a faint black light.
Amidst the dull roar, thick pillars of Qi light appeared.
It poured down like a rainstorm, completely covering the space around Ma Xianhong.
Lao Meng put his hands together and chanted something in a low voice. The air around him seemed to be stagnant.
Countless tiny creatures that are difficult to see with the naked eye swarmed in from all directions, forming an invisible net that enveloped Ma Xianhong.
Wang Zhenqiu crossed his arms, with a playful smile on his face.
There are faint divine masks appearing around him, and each mask exudes a different aura.
It can be cold, violent, or weird, making people shudder.
The temporary workers, each showing their special abilities and cooperating well with each other, forced Ma Xianhong into a desperate situation in an instant.
Faced with this violent attack, Ma Xianhong did not dodge or evade, and did not even blink.
He just stood there, watching quietly, as if everything in front of him had nothing to do with him.
"Bang bang bang..."
A series of dense collisions sounded.
Zhang Chulan's fist, Feng Baobao's short knife, Xiao Zizai's palm print,
The Qi-breathing light column of Clarinet, the invisible net of Lao Meng, the divine mask of Wang Zhenqiu...
All the attacks landed solidly on Ma Xianhong.
However, the expected scene of blood and flesh flying everywhere did not occur.
Ma Xianhong was still standing there intact, not even the corner of his clothes was torn.
"This……"
Zhang Chulan's pupils suddenly shrank, his eyes full of disbelief.
This punch of his contained 80% of his strength.
Not to mention a body of flesh and blood, even a piece of steel can be smashed into pieces.
But Ma Xianhong was unharmed?
A rare hint of surprise also flashed across Feng Baobao's eyes.
Her knife is extremely sharp and indestructible. Even the hardest objects can be cut in half with one stroke.
But when the blow hit Ma Xianhong, it was like hitting cotton, with no force at all.
"how is this possible?"
Xiao Zizai's brows were furrowed, his eyes full of confusion.
His compassionate hands are strong, powerful and indestructible. They can even create cracks in the Golden Bell Cover.
But when it hit Ma Xianhong, it was like a drop in the ocean, without causing any ripples.
Clarinet's face was terribly gloomy.
The black tube on his arm is incredibly powerful and can easily penetrate even steel plates.
But when it hit Ma Xianhong, it was like hitting the air and did not cause any harm!