r18novel Chapter 380
Chapter 380
They were so nervous and frightened that two days passed in a flash.
On this day, Zhang Tao and his party finally got the news they had been dreaming of.
The Lord of the Palace is here.
He came to save them!
In the main hall of the Immortal Gate.
A middle-aged woman with white hair walked in.
She had white hair. Although she was old, she still had a charming demeanor. Her every move showed elegance and majesty.
From her behavior, it can be seen that she is definitely a high-ranking existence on weekdays. She is majestic without anger in her every move.
She walked in calmly, elegant and intellectual. Her dress was alternating between black and white, like a Tai Chi diagram.
Her eyes were calm, without joy or worry, as if everything was under her control.
"Are you Li Ci?"
The white-haired woman saw the Sword Saint sitting on the seat, her eyebrows moved slightly, and her words were full of suspicion and contempt.
She saw through the Sword Saint's cultivation at a glance, just the Jindan realm.
Li Ci is now famous and well-known, so how could he be in the Jindan realm?
"I am not Li Ci, you can call me Sword Saint!"
The Sword Saint faced the white-haired woman in the Saint Fetus realm calmly and without any fear.
There are two big mountains behind him, what is he afraid of?
Just do it with confidence!
"Is this for the sake of momentary pleasure?"
"I admit that I didn't take too much into consideration before. I apologize, and please be more open-minded, Mr. Li!"
The white-haired woman apologized, but her attitude was not humble at all.
With a raised corner of her mouth, she found a chair and sat down.
The Sword Saint had a blank expression, shrugged his shoulders, and said nothing.
"Now that I'm here, Mr. Li, shouldn't you come out to see me?"
"Mr. Li won't be so stingy, will you? Do you want to show me your power?"
The white-haired woman shook her head and fiddled with her hands.
She didn't believe that a junior would have the strength to kill the Seven-Eyed Evil Spirit of the Ninth Heaven of the Holy Embryo Realm.
She still believed that Li Ci must have some magic weapon in his hand.
If Li Ci really killed the Seven-Eyed Evil Spirit with his own strength, then his cultivation level must be the Nascent Soul Realm?
Nascent Soul Realm in his early twenties?
Absolutely impossible!
Now in the Great Wilderness, there are very few people who are truly cultivating in the Nascent Soul Realm.
Either they are old monsters who have not died for thousands of years, or they are ruthless people who have sealed themselves up until now.
Could Li Ci be in the Nascent Soul Realm?
Absolutely impossible!
"Are you really not going to give me any face?"
The white-haired woman waited for a long time, but Li Ci did not come out, and the Sword Saint did not even bring her a sip of water.
This treatment made her very angry.
It was 100% intentional!
The Sword Saint shrugged his shoulders, looking helpless, and the smile in his eyes was not concealed at all.
"Okay, okay, you won't let my people go, and you won't give me face even though I'm here, okay, okay... I, the Chess Master, will tear this place down today!"
The white-haired woman shouted.
The aura of cultivation was released without hesitation, like a huge flood that swept through every corner of the Immortal Gate.
"Saint Fetus Realm... Sixth Heaven?"
The Sword Master was stunned, his old face changed, and he turned and left.
The tigress was going crazy, he didn't dare to provoke her.
Such a cultivation level was equivalent to an ancestor of a two-star small fairyland.
Invisible pressure descended on the Sword Master, and he froze in place instantly.
Saliva, nasal water, sweat... all sprayed out.
The Sword Master couldn't even breathe, and life and death were only between the white-haired woman's thoughts.
"I'll sacrifice you to the heavens, and I'll see if Li Ci can get out."
The white-haired woman scolded coldly, pressing her hand.
Bang!
The Sword Master immediately fell to the ground, unable to move at all.
Buzz!
At this time!
A knife sounded, and the knife light flashed like lightning.
It went straight to the head of the white-haired woman.
The white-haired woman also glanced at it, disapproving, and raised her hand to grab it.
In her palm, there was obviously a shining chess piece.
Bang!
The knife light shattered!
What followed was endless knife shadows!
Like raindrops, dense and turbulent, endless, and overwhelming.
The white-haired woman narrowed her eyes, raised her hand and swung it, and a black chess piece was infinitely enlarged in her palm, like a shield, blocking all the knife shadows.
"Interesting!"
The white-haired woman sneered.
Bai Zishan came in an instant, his whole body was covered with dazzling knife light, his face was expressionless, and full of murderous intent.
He opened his mouth and spit out a flying knife!
The flying knife is supreme, and the knife force cuts the sky!
As fast as lightning!
The flying knife, which was clearly the size of two fingers, seemed to be able to chop off the head of a god.
The white-haired woman's eyes flashed with surprise, and she pressed her two fingers.
Bang!
The flying knife, which seemed to be able to chop off a god, came with great force, and it actually moved with the white-haired woman's two fingers.With a press of the finger, it stopped.
The flying knife burst out with terrible knife power, and the endless knife wind covered the sky, but it was fixed in the air, trembling slightly, trying to break free, but it couldn't do it at all.
"Saint fetus realm? Special immortal body?"
The white-haired woman was slightly startled, and her eyes slowly turned black and white, like two chess pieces.
"You are still too weak!"
The white-haired woman exerted force with two fingers and pressed lightly!
Bang!
The flying knife exploded, and Bai Zishan flew backwards, spitting out strings of blood.
"I thought the so-called immortal gate was so great, but it turned out to be a bunch of chickens and dogs!"
"Li Ci, I let you go to the Chess Saint Mansion, which is already a great honor for you. I didn't expect that you are so ungrateful!"
The white-haired woman shook her head with disdain.
Boom!
At this time!
A drum sounded.
The heaven and earth moved violently, and the void was like water, shaking non-stop.
Bai Zishan, who had been flying backwards, rushed back again. He was covered in blood, and blood was still oozing out of his mouth and nose.
But he was as powerful as a long sword, with murderous eyes, and holding the evil drum in his arms.
Every time he punched, the drum sounded shockingly, and with it came a terrible invisible force.
The power of the evil drum was like an invisible sea water, squeezing in from all directions, and it crashed into the white-haired woman with an earth-shaking momentum.
The white-haired woman glared slightly, "Evil drum, the evil weapon of the evil spirit, you can actually use it? And suppress the invasion of evil nature?"
The white-haired woman was surprised. You know, although evil weapons are coveted, evil nature is very domineering. If invaded by it, people will lose their minds.
Boom, boom, boom...
Bai Zishan accelerated his hands and hit the evil drum frantically. The terrible offensive came from all directions, like invisible big hands, slapping the white-haired woman.
The white-haired woman narrowed her eyes suddenly, and pressed her fingers. A brilliant light appeared on her fingertips.
Bang!
The power of the evil drum seemed to be hit by something and disappeared.
The white-haired woman was unstoppable. She was standing still, but when she moved her hands, she seemed to control everything.
Puff!
She just pressed her fingers lightly, and Bai Zishan froze. Blood flew from his mouth and nose, as if he had been severely injured.
"On my chessboard, everyone is just a chess piece!"
"I want you to do whatever I want. If I want you to lie down, you have to lie down. If I want you to be shattered, you have to be reduced to ashes!"
The white-haired woman's eyes were full of pride and disdain.
More of it was a faint disapproval.
She seemed to have everything under control!
"Lie down!"
The white-haired woman shouted, as if it was the judgment of the gods, and her fingers moved slightly.
Bai Zishan was unwilling and unconvinced, but he could not resist this omnipresent power at all.
A force that he could not resist.
His body was under heavy pressure, his muscles and bones were crackling.
It seemed that if the white-haired woman's fingers added a little more strength, Bai Zishan would be torn into pieces on the spot.
The sword master gnashed his teeth, and the whole person had already turned into a bloody man, oppressed to the ground and unable to move.
He had already started to curse in his heart, wishing to press the white-haired woman to the ground and stomp on her.
In the hands of the white-haired woman, the two were just two ants, without the slightest power of resistance, and were at the mercy of others.