usatvline Chapter 294: Battle in the Imperial Palace
Chapter 294: Battle in the Imperial Palace
"Why don't you leave? My thunder tribulation is already terrible enough. If you are added to it, I will really be struck to death." Li Nian said in astonishment.
Su Yu chuckled, raised his hand to press down the girl's exploded hair, and ignored Lei Yun's warning.
"Take good care of yourself and I will be here with you."
Li Nian frowned slightly, his eyes sliding towards the jade slip flashing on Su Yu's waist, making it clear that Elder Wangyou was looking for him.
"No, I can do it myself. Elder Wangyou must have an emergency. You should go there quickly."
After saying that, he pushed him out.
Su Yu looked at Li Nian from across several hilltops, standing alone under the huge calamity cloud, looking ethereal and weak.
He didn't want to leave here, he just wanted to protect Li Nian and help him overcome the tribulation, but after seeing the message sent by Wangyou, his brows furrowed and a trace of struggle flashed across his face.
Across the biting mountain wind, the two looked at each other from afar. The girl had a resolute look on her face. Although she was small, she stood firm.
He chuckled. He had underestimated Li Nian. From the beginning to the end, she was not someone who would hide behind him for protection.
She is very smart and can control the situation. She is kind-hearted but not soft-hearted, and has long created a world for others.
After finally raising his hand to cast a protective shield, he disappeared from the spot.
After Su Yu left, Li Nian simply sat on the ground, rolled his eyes, and started weeding.
She is a professional at being struck by lightning.
She is very experienced and has prepared herself mentally.
But when the first bolt of lightning struck, Li Nian's beautiful face distorted. She let out a blank "Ah" and looked at the thundercloud in confusion.
Why don't you play by the rules? Why is there such a sudden thunder? Are you in a hurry to reincarnate?
Lightning flashed and streaked across the sky, and lightning like a mountain poured down. Li Nian gritted his teeth and tried to dodge, but ended up being struck all over his body.
Fold it three times and you will have a surface no matter how you split it.
"boom--"
Li Nian fell back to the ground, followed by the third, fourth... and thirty-sixth lightning bolts.
After it went through her whole body, Li Nian's whole body was crackling, and she was burnt on the outside and tender on the inside. After the lightning spirit root in her dantian absorbed her, she came back to life.
She curled her lips and had to admit that sword cultivators with thunder spiritual roots were really strong.
Li Nian once again lay peacefully on the ground, honestly and dutifully welcoming the most "beautiful" baptism of heaven, with not a single piece of skin left on his body.
His consciousness seemed a little hazy, and Li Nian drooped his eyelids weakly, not knowing whether he was asleep or unconscious.
Another bolt of lightning struck, and Li Nian, who had been motionless, suddenly tensed up, arched his body, and then fell back to the ground.
She slowly opened her eyes, wiped her dazed face, and struggled to get up.
He first observed the calamity cloud, then his pupils contracted, and before the earth-shattering lightning fell, he quickly covered himself with nearly ten layers of protection.
“Hiss… Uh, Uh—”
As expected, no magic weapon could block the thunder tribulation of the Spirit Transformation Period, and Li Nian was struck to death again.
Blood spurted from the corner of her mouth, slid down her cheek and seeped into the ground.
After dozens of lightning bolts struck, the calamity clouds slowly faded away, the warm sunlight shone on her, and the morning dew was disturbed by the wind.
After a drifting experience, he gently touched Li Nian's eyebrows, bringing her a moment of clarity.
She raised her heavy eyelids to face the rising sun. The sunlight was reflected with dazzling light, and a flash of understanding came into her mind.
No wonder each lightning bolt was so fierce. It turned out that the duration was compressed and it only lasted for one day.
Then he closed his eyes slightly, mobilized the vast spiritual power in his body, and circulated it along his meridians.
……
At this time, inside the palace.
A huge barrier enveloped the entire palace, and no matter what noise was made, it would not disturb the people in the imperial city.
Countless demonic cultivators continued to emerge and engaged in combat with dozens of Tianyan Sect disciples.
The demonic energy in the air, the sharp sword energy, and various spiritual groups mixed together, and the piercing light made the eyes of those present sore.
But no one stopped. The air was filled with a sickening smell of blood, and the pool of blood on the ground, which was gleaming faintly, looked mottled and black.
At the outermost entrance of the palace, Lu Xiao kicked a small demon cultivator away. His eyes swept across his blood-stained natal sword and he licked his dry lips.
He tilted his head and chuckled, then stepped forward again with his sword in hand.
Lu Xiao and his men separated, Yue Jian guarded the Qianqing Palace, one man with one sword, wherever they passed, the demons retreated and could not advance even a bit.
Bai Ji stood at the palace gate, leaning against it, staring at his senior sister like a pervert.
Handsome, senior sister looks so handsome to him.
Bai Ji let out a light click of his tongue. Seeing the demon cultivator about to launch a sneak attack, he put his fingers together, directed his natal sword, and pierced the cultivator's heart with one blow.
A woman in white was holding a sword, suppressing the demon cultivators present, while another spiritual sword flashing with fire was protecting her.
It's unexpectedly harmonious.
Yun'ai stood under a remote palace. A cold wind blew past, bringing an unbearable dampness. He frowned.
With a slight raise of his hand, the demon saint and the saint girl waiting behind him received the order and headed to the Qianqing Palace.
He blinked his peach blossom eyes and flicked his sleeves with his fingertips. Emperor Jiayi must die, otherwise how would he play his next game?
Gui Wenshan was still wearing a black robe, not revealing any skin, but the evil aura on his body was even more intense than that of Yun'ai, who was a congenital demon.
His voice was like a mixture of fine sand, rough, sticky and cold, rolling through a quagmire.
"In that case, I leave Emperor Jiayi to you. I have been entrusted with the task of taking Rong Jinhua's life."
After he finished speaking, he walked away.
Yun'ai half-curled the corners of her lips, and her ambiguous smile became more and more obvious.
Qi An stood at the door of Changle Palace holding a sword, looking at Yanzhou with a depressed face, muttering dissatisfiedly
"Why should we hide here too? I don't want to stay here at all. I want to go out and kill those demons."
Yanzhou closed his eyes slightly, carefully feeling the movements outside. His expression was not as lazy as Qi An's, and he did not relax at all.
Since Senior Sister Yuejian arranged them here, she must have her reasons.
Rong Jinhua was wearing a white dress with a wide skirt embroidered with purple patterns and a flower ornament between her eyebrows, looking elegant and luxurious.
She sat upright in the chair, her eyes calm, as if all the chaos outside had nothing to do with her.
He was just holding a scroll in his arms, wrapped in a layer of soft cloth, and protecting it carefully.
Qi An looked at this scene with some surprise. Ordinary people would have been terrified if they encountered such a scene, but she seemed to be calmer than them.
He touched his chin and glanced at Rong Jinhua, smacking his lips. Why did this face feel so familiar?
Could it be that I had seen it before when I sneaked down the mountain to travel?
Yanzhou placed his spiritual sense outside to observe the situation outside. Suddenly, his face changed and he pulled Qi An and quickly retreated a few meters away.
"boom--"