fictionpage Chapter 1561 Same as You
Chapter 1561 Same as You
Cang Huajue had great respect for Tai Sheng. He prostrated himself with his forehead on the ground. His face was pale and his lips trembled slightly.
Why is Tai Sheng here?
No one knew, even Cang Huajue, who had a high status in Kunlun, had a look of confusion in his eyes.
Chen Wanli frowned slightly, and once again carefully analyzed the formation, silently analyzing what he saw in front of him in his mind.
When he saw the first level of the formation, he had a question in his mind: there was no trace of any demonic energy in the formation.
The further you go, the deeper the question becomes.
If the seal of the magic eye below is intact and no magic energy has leaked, that is naturally an explanation.
But if the Demon Eye is sealed intact, why would there be a need for such a complicated formation to suppress it?
What is the situation with the Taisheng in front of him?
Is he sleeping here?
Can this state of restlessness of the soul and the body being constantly destroyed by wind and sand be called sleep?
Chen Wanli cursed inwardly, Kunlun was said to be the source of all things, and its bright and pure aura spread throughout the world, but in reality it was filled with foul smells and foul-smelling pollution, and the contradictions and conspiracies within it were even worse than the open and secret struggles of ordinary people!
"Dong Huang... Dong Huang, you are a traitor! You are a traitor!"
Tai Sheng's moans became louder and louder.
Cang Huajue's whole body tensed up, and he broke out in a cold sweat: "Tai Sheng? Tai Sheng?!"
After calling out twice in a row, Tai Sheng still did not respond, and Cang Huajue's face darkened.
As soon as he saw the person in the coffin, he noticed something unusual.
Out of respect for the saint, his first reaction was to kneel down.
However, Tai Sheng's reaction at this time also showed that something really went wrong.
Just when Cang Huajue was hesitating whether to ask Chen Wanli for his opinion, suddenly a sandstorm formation suddenly erupted in the formation.
A sandstorm appeared out of nowhere and raged here. Every grain of sand was like a bullet, hitting the body's protective true energy and leaving a small spot.
Under the impact of countless "spots", the protective true energy of the body is crumbling.
I couldn't open my eyes in the strong wind, and my spiritual sense would be cut off if it stretched out only a few meters.
Fire kept coming out of the sand and the temperature kept rising, just like walking into the Sahara Desert with a temperature of 70 or 80 degrees.
The mountains above were crumbling, and the sand on the ground formed huge whirlpools that seemed to suck people in.
If one were below the divine realm, he would lose his way in this storm in a matter of moments, fall into a sand trap, be buried alive, and be roasted into a mummy by the underground fire.
"It was Prime Minister Li who activated the formation, Chen Wanli!" Cang Huajue shouted loudly, but his voice did not come out, instead he swallowed a mouthful of sand.
Chen Wanli did not respond, and Cang Huajue didn't know whether he heard what he said.
In the yellow sand, seven or eight black chains broke through the void and came towards Cang Huajue.
Cang Huajue's expression changed drastically, and he wanted to retreat immediately, but the resistance formed by the wind and sand was enough to hinder even a god, just like a mortal trapped in a swamp, unable to move.
In an instant, Cang Huajue cast more than a dozen spells and threw out magic weapons one after another.
But the power of the chains came from the formation. The vast magic power that surpassed the realm of gods directly blew up all the magic weapons and came across the void.
Stab it!
Stab it!
The sound of chains ripping through flesh.
Cang Huajue's skin and flesh began to tear, and then pieces of flesh began to fall off.
The wound did not bleed much, because the chain was like a red-hot iron chain, which burned the wound as soon as it penetrated the flesh.
Cang Huajue raised his head and let out a shrill roar.
Chen Wanli had been standing not far away. He found a weak spot in the formation and hid himself in it. Then he watched Cang Huajue being pierced by chains.
Cang Huajue burned his infant essence and struggled frantically. The chains were only loosened briefly, but soon they would condense again.
But Chen Wanli discovered something very interesting: part of the power of the chain came from the coffin.
To be precise, it was the Taisheng from the coffin.
It is almost certain that Tai Sheng is both the object of suppression and one of the key materials in this formation.
Chen Wanli lowered his head in thought and asked, "I have met a sage. The sage knows that the method of transforming one qi into three pure ones has flaws. So, will the sage still use this method?"
Maybe, but improved?
If the saint also wants to transform into the Three Pure Ones to prolong his life, and Li Xiang is no longer Li Xiang, then is the Tai Sheng still the Tai Sheng at this time?
How should we interpret Taisheng’s self-talk that Donghuang is a traitor?
Chen Wanli's gaze turned to the coffin again.
Chen Wanli had guessed countless times what kind of people Dong Sheng and Tai Sheng were.
Now one thing is certain, the immortal cultivator described by Dong Sheng and the Great Immortal Doctor in their notes is exactly the same.
An almost crazy obsession with longevity!
The longer he lives, the less human he becomes, so we can't use the human template to analyze him!
From the perspective of doubting everything, Chen Wanli even doubted the Tai Sheng in front of him!
In the void, the chains condensed again and moved towards Chen Wanli.
After all, the weak points of the formation cannot be completely avoided.
Chen Wanli made a hand gesture and pushed his hands into the air. Suddenly, a string of red energy balls hung in the dark sky, like a row of red lanterns suddenly hung up.
The first three lanterns turned into huge fireballs and smashed towards the chains.
The moment it touched the chain, it was as if it was burned inch by inch.
Under Chen Wanli's command, the rest of the lanterns scattered in the void, took their positions using the Nine Palaces Technique, and drew out a strange force.
This force, combined with the formation itself, restrained and pulled the sand, and in the blink of an eye, the wind and sand stopped.
Even Cang Huajue, who was dying and pierced by chains, was able to breathe. He raised his head and saw a scene that could not help but be amazed:
Nine huge red energy balls were arranged like stars in the void and connected into a special magic circle.
The magic circle caused the power of the formation to change, the yellow sand gradually dispersed, the storm stopped, and even the huge mountains that were pressing on the coffin were pulled up!
Is this to separate the original power of the formation through the magic circle, forming a traction between the two forces, and forcibly suspending the operation of the formation?
Cang Huajue has always felt that as one of the Seven Ancestors of Kunlun, his overall quality is second only to Li Zu!
However, ever since Chen Wanli went up the mountain, it seemed that he was constantly slapping him in the face. In comparison, he felt like he had lived like a dog for the past few hundred years.
At least he couldn't even think of such a method to break the formation.
After the formation stopped working, he was able to break free from the chains.
"Huh... who are you?"
A whisper came from the coffin.
Chen Wanli stood still. Upon hearing the voice, Cang Huajue ignored his injuries and crawled back to the coffin, kowtowed and said:
"Tai Sheng, disciple Cang Huajue!"
However, the only repetitive question came from the coffin: "Who are you?"
Chen Wanli just opened his mouth: "Daxia Chen Wanli!"
There was silence in the coffin for a long time before someone spoke again: "Where is Dong Huang now?"
"Kunlun!"
"Why did you enter the Linyuan formation?"
"Same as you?" Chen Wanli said with a double meaning.
Cang Huajue's body trembled slightly. What did this mean? Was Tai Sheng also brought in by Li Xiang?
Oh, no, it's Dongsheng!
"You are not a disciple of Kunlun!" There was a rustling sound from the coffin, as if the Tai Sheng lying inside was about to walk out in the next second.