flstandardbreds Chapter 182 Ink Clouds 3 Pigs
Chapter 182 Ink Clouds 3 Pigs
Chapter 182 Mo Yun and the Three Pigs
Black clouds shrouded Manor 101, appearing from the outside like a thick fog tightly enveloping the manor. Inside, patches of ink, constantly engulfing the manor, had transformed into a fierce tornado, surrounding Zhuo Yang.
Another ink stain came flying at him. Zhuo Yang narrowly dodged to the side, but the sharp ink still left a wound on his body, and his clothes were torn.
He left in such a hurry last night that he was still wearing his snow-white pajamas, which have now turned into a ghillie suit.
"The Ink Cloud Three Talents Formation... it's quite something!"
Zhuo Yang was trapped in the formation, but he was not flustered at all. Instead, he had an excited smile on his face.
Yes, he was very excited because of this Three Talents Formation. The formation was so ingenious that even after observing it for so long, he still couldn't find the key point of the formation, let alone break it.
Zhuo Yang tried several times to break free of the ink blob, but it was as if he had rushed into a lump of paste. He couldn't use his movement techniques and instead had ink stains clinging to his body, leaving a foot-long wound on his back.
The only way to break the formation now is to find the key point of the formation.
"The Three Talents Formation refers to Heaven, Earth, and Man. The key to breaking the formation lies with these three people, but how do we find those three shameless bastards?" Zhuo Yang became increasingly excited.
A master is lonely; he becomes stronger when facing stronger opponents!
With her demonic eyes activated, she saw through the ink mass. The villa inside the manor was still engulfed in flames, but there was no one there, not even Yang Xi, who had lost his leg.
The wondrous formation did not obscure vision, but rather blocked the perception of the primordial spirit.
Having figured it out, Zhuo Yang took a deep breath and roared, "Heaven-Shattering Thunder!"
A gust of wind swept across the tombstone mountain, and in an instant, dark clouds gathered, with lightning flashing intermittently within them. The power of heaven and earth descended ruthlessly.
"Oh no, Zhuo Yang is going all out! Give it your all!"
Li Wenhao's shouts came from within the ink mass, but Zhuo Yang still couldn't find him.
The next moment, even more intense ink splattered, one after another, like a watercolor painting, impressionistic yet not realistic, ethereal yet incredibly powerful.
Zhuo Yang frowned, and with a wave of his hand, a huge bronze mirror appeared in front of him.
A deafening roar, like the sound of a gong, shook the heavens and the earth. The Five-Colored Paulownia Mirror, with its powerful defense, blocked the ink stains, but it still made Zhuo Yang feel very uncomfortable, almost causing him to vomit blood. The rebounding attacks did not find the Three Musketeers of Ink Cloud; they all struck in mid-air.
"The combined true essence of three late-stage Golden Core experts is more powerful than that of Gao Ren, that demonic cultivator!" Zhuo Yang's face darkened, and he focused on defense, waiting for an opportunity to unleash his lightning technique.
Beneath the dark clouds, in the sky above the ink-black mass, a figure rushed over swiftly. As she stopped, a soft voice rang out: "Master, Xiao Rou is here. Be careful, I'll break the formation!"
Um? ?
The three people in the Mo Yun Three Talents Formation, Li Wenhao, Hua Cheng, and Leng Jun, looked up in shock at the figure in the air.
"Who's here to join the fun?" Li Wenhao shouted sternly.
“My master’s servant, Xin Mirou!” Xiaorou’s voice trembled, not from fear, but from excitement.
"Impossible, you're already dead!"
On the ground, Yang Xi, who was being pulled behind a large tree by two Wang family cultivators, screamed shrilly. His face was full of disbelief; he simply couldn't believe that the delicate figure in the sky was Xin Mirou.
The poison of the Heavenly Secret Ghost Grass is so potent that even immortals would be annihilated if poisoned by it. How is she still alive?
"I will prove to you that with the Lord here, Xiao Rou will not die!" Xiao Rou's exquisite eyes were fixed on the ink blob below, and she waved her small hand.
In an instant, countless petals appeared in the sky, red, yellow, purple, white, and all sorts of colors, like a rain of flowers, so beautiful it was breathtaking.
"A Nascent Soul stage expert!" Li Wenhao cried out in terror.
Hua Cheng was so shocked that he forgot to maintain the formation and ran towards the woods as if fleeing.
The Three Talents Formation requires three people to perform, and Leng Jun, who was left alone, was powerless to do so. He sighed in resentment, "Heaven is going to destroy me! Why did a Nascent Soul stage expert appear at this time!"
The ink blot dispersed, revealing Zhuo Yang's miserable figure. Xiao Rou frowned upon seeing this and immediately waved her hand.
The rain of flowers fell from the sky in an instant.
"Xiao Rou, don't let them get away!" Zhuo Yang stared at Li Wenhao with cold eyes.
Xiao Rou nodded knowingly, her hateful eyes fixed on the fleeing Hua Cheng. With another wave of her small hand, countless petals rushed towards him.
Hua Cheng sensed the immense true energy pressing down on him. He turned his head and was so shocked that he almost collapsed to the ground.
At the last moment, he gritted his teeth and used all his strength to unleash the Ink Cloud Sword Technique, attempting to fight to the bitter end.
He was enveloped in a rain of petals, followed by a series of explosions around him, which finally coalesced into a single boom!
A mushroom cloud shot into the sky, and all the trees within a radius of a hundred meters were affected by the violent blast wave, falling to the ground.
At the epicenter of the explosion, there was a large crater several meters deep. There were no remains, only a broken longsword stuck in the soil.
The remaining Wang and Ma family cultivators on the tombstone mountain stunned everyone.
Is this the power of a single strike from a Nascent Soul stage expert?
The Golden Core cultivator was blown to bits...
Everyone was trembling; under the oppressive aura emanating from Xin Mirou, they didn't even have the strength to crawl away.
"Fifth Senior Brother!" Leng Jun was forced to kneel on the ground by the oppressive aura, slamming his fist into the ground. "Senior Brother, please wait! Junior Brother will avenge you right now!"
He tried to stand up straight, but he couldn't manage it and fell to the ground several times.
"The Nascent Soul stage is that powerful!" Xiao Rou proudly tossed her head, then quickly flew down from the sky to support Zhuo Yang's arm.
"Master, are you alright? Leave the rest to me!"
Her voice was sweet and coquettish, making it impossible for Zhuo Yang to tell whether the injury on her nascent soul had healed or whether she still had the intelligence of a seven-year-old.
Zhuo Yang smiled faintly: "They are my enemies. Just withdraw your pressure and make sure no one else escapes. Leave Mo Yun and the Three Pigs to me!"
Only two of the Three Musketeers of Moyun remained. Zhuo Yang didn't care about his slip of the tongue, since they were all bad people anyway.
"You're the first one, Li Wenhao, right?"
Zhuo Yang pushed away Xiao Rou's support and fixed his cold eyes on Li Wenhao.
“You…I…” Li Wenhao completely panicked. In front of a Nascent Soul stage expert, he no longer had any room to be arrogant, and his chivalrous demeanor had completely vanished.
"I am a member of the Moyun Sword Sect. You cannot kill me. The Moyun Sword Sect is one of the three major sword sects in the cultivation world. It is very powerful. You dare not face the entire Moyun Sword Sect!"
Li Wenhao roared, seemingly having found something to rely on.
Zhuo Yang scoffed dismissively: "I've never taken the mere Moyun Sword Sect seriously!"
With the dragon-patterned longsword in hand, the blade trembled, and a dragon's roar echoed in response, the sound of the sword resonating throughout the heavens and earth.
A flash of lightning appeared, and Zhuo Yang, stepping on lightning, became one with his sword, seizing the righteous energy of heaven and earth. It seemed that he had broken through the barrier of heaven and earth with a single sword strike, and rushed towards Li Wenhao at high speed.