Guide to the Empress becoming a God

Chapter 1348 Red Clothed White Monk and Wooden Fish

"Quick! Go!"

In the utter desperation of Enthusiasm falling into an ice pool, Xing Yan only had time to yell these two words at Xing Yutang who was standing not far from the formation.

And at the same time as Xing Yan opened his mouth, the entire ground began to tremble violently.

Numerous thin and dense cracks appeared in the large circular formation.

Hearing his father's hysterical roar, Xing Yutang turned around in astonishment, only in time to see the dark energy erupting like volcanic lava, erupting from the ground in an instant.

He saw that in the black magma column, his father's body was directly washed up by the black waves. His father's right arm was stretched forward with his head down, and his palm was still firmly pressed on the snow-white hosta.

In just an instant, the father's body was washed into a bone by the powerful flow of dark matter.

Xing Yutang didn't even have time to make a sound, with the big formation as the center, countless huge cracks radiated rapidly in all directions.

The ground under his feet also cracked rapidly, and the whole person sank into a bottomless abyss.

The spirit treasure of the body protector automatically opened, and lifted Xing Yutang's body in time, so that he did not fall into the turbulent black magma river below.

Xing Yutang lay blankly in the enchantment opened by Lingbao, his eyes were loose, and he looked stupid.

All this happened so fast that Xing Yutang had no time to think.

Xing Yutang stared blankly at the surging dark matter river below, and kept replaying the scene of his father being washed into bones in an instant in his mind.

At this moment, Xing Yutang suddenly heard a strange sound.

"Boom...boom...boom..."

It is the sound of monks knocking on wooden fish during evening class in the monastery.

The wooden fish's voice was clear and real, as if it was hitting between his browbones, the voice carried steady strength, and it repeated again and again without haste.

With a steady force in the voice, it brought back Xing Yutang's originally slack mind.

Although the severe pain in his heart was there, Xing Yutang couldn't help raising his eyes to look for the direction from which the sound of the wooden fish came.

He found that the sound of the wooden fish came from under the collapsed formation.

The barrier surrounding Xing Yutang is a rare spirit treasure, following his thoughts, he bypassed the chapped canyon of the earth and drifted towards the formation that was washed away by the powerful flow of dark matter.

The power of Taotao's darkness surged up from the ground in an endless stream.

Before getting close, Xing Yutang's protective barrier began to tremble violently, and it was in danger of bursting at any time.

Lingbao automatically stopped, suspended behind a rock protruding from a ground crack.

Although not close, but this angle is just right to see the collapsed formation.

Xing Yutang saw a young monk in a red cassock.

The monk sat suspended in the center of the dark matter flow, his fiery robes were blown and fluttered by the powerful dark matter flow, but the monk sat firmly in the turbulent dark force.

The monk is holding a boxwood rosary in one hand and a juvenile in the other. A boxwood fish hangs steadily in front of him.

What Xing Yutang heard just now, the sound of knocking on the wooden fish that awakened him from his lax spiritual consciousness, came from the hands of this monk.

There was no Sanskrit chanting, no Buddhist scriptures chanting, and the helpless cries of people came from a distance. When they came to this monk, they were all suppressed by the steady sound of wooden fish.

The red monk's eyes were lowered, and his long and dense eyelashes hung quietly on his snow-white skin. It was hard to see that his eyes were completely closed, and he was still looking at the hands that kept twisting the rosary beads.

At this time, Xing Yutang suddenly heard a roar of tearing vocal cords from above the crack in the earth:
"Ah Yan!"

"Master!"

Ah Yan...is the Sect Master Yan!
She has come back?

Xing Yutang stood up suddenly, and the enchantment quickly drifted towards the gap with his consciousness.

When he came to the ground, Xing Yutang found that there were so many people in the courtyard of Canglangque, which was beyond recognition.

Shen Yuyun, Bi Cheng, and Bo Chengxian...

These caravans basically knew Xing Yutang from the White Mist Palace, and there were several people who wore blue gold-woven brocade robes and exuded powerful wood power.

The fire rhinoceros and the golden leopard who had acted as a pioneer were also among them.

These people dressed in fancy clothes have very different personalities. One of them is holding a big green barrier, and he can protect all ordinary people in it.

And Shen Yuyun and Bi Cheng, as well as those caravan men and horses in blue armor and the disciples of the White Mist Hall all raised their heads and looked at the sky.

Xing Yutang noticed Shen Yuyun, Bi Cheng and several caravan leaders staring at the sky ferociously with red eyes and tearing eyes.

Treasures were shining all over them, obviously they wanted to go up, but none of them could get up.

Their bodies were forcibly pressed to the ground by the cyan aura entwined around them.

Xing Yutang guessed that it was Weihuoxi's handwriting.

Xing Yutang couldn't help raising his head, and followed them to the sky.

He saw the blue sky being poured by the dark river, as if someone had poked a hole in the sky.

In the turbulent and intertwined breath flow, Yanyan stretched her limbs, as if being slowly pushed towards the broken sky hole by an invisible big hand.

Xing Yutang watched this scene, he felt that Yanyan couldn't help herself.

She seemed to be caught by someone to plug the hole that was opened in the sky.

"Boom...boom...boom..."

The crisp and steady sound of the wooden fish rang in Xing Yutang's ears again.

He suddenly raised his head, as if it was at this moment that he was truly aware of the situation Yan Yan was facing.

In Xing Yutang's eyes, violent and angry flames suddenly surged.

I don't know if he sensed the surging emotions in his heart, the barrier that had been protecting him suddenly rose into the sky, like a ball of blazing fire, rushing towards Yanyan who was being carried higher and higher.

"Second brother!"

Xing Yushan's violent roar came from nowhere on the ground.

But at this moment, Xing Yutang could no longer hear any sound.

All he had left was a voice in his heart: his father was dead, and he could no longer just watch his benefactor die as well.

He can guard the formation, he is not afraid of death, but he has his bottom line.

He is not that great, he can't just watch one after another his beloved relatives and friends sacrificed to this big formation, no!

Since this enchantment protects the mountain and sea world, let the entire mountain and sea world guard it.

He only wants to protect the people he wants to protect...

However, Xing Yutang's body was not far from the ground when suddenly a ball of white light fell from the sky.

Xing Yutang didn't have time to see what it was, and the mask protecting him was smashed into powder with a "bang!"

There was only a vast whiteness in front of his eyes, and people were also thrown backwards by the white light.

The speed and strength of the white light were so great that Xing Yutang couldn't resist the force of the impact, and even the magic weapons on his body were all shattered in an instant.

Finally, Xing Yutang felt a pair of arms supporting his body that was flying upside down.

Xing Yutang turned his head and found that it was the fair-faced young man among the several people in the blue gold brocade robe.

The young man supported Xing Yutang's arm, and said in a soft voice, "Young City Master, if you can't save Emperor Yan with your ability, there is no point in sacrificing it. Also, please mourn."

Xing Yutang murmured, "Emperor Yan...?"

(End of this chapter)