Chapter 438 Space Turbulence
As a strong man in the eighth realm and the guardian of the prison, Emperor Tianxing, even if he is in seclusion in Luojing Imperial City, when he wants to participate in a battle thousands of miles away, He also has too many means.
Gu Xu’s face became more solemn than ever.
He only felt that the novels he had read in his previous life were all lies.
When the villains in those books are chasing the protagonists, no matter how deep their hatred is, they will only send minions one or two levels higher than the protagonists - not only will the protagonists cross the border to fight back and kill them , and will also send equipment to the protagonist.
However, in reality, the bosses all lowered their bodies and took action in person. They didn't seem to think that it was a shameful thing for a group of saints and above to attack a young man in the fourth realm.
In this short moment, Gu Xu first used the "Bright Candle" spell on himself as quickly as possible, making all the fire attribute spells he cast more than three times the original power; and then He also used "Yingyan" to try to break the magic curse of Master Jueming and the spatial confinement of Daqi Imperial Master.
Of course the "Jinghong Pen" in his hand is not idle either.
"Everything is Silent" and "Thousands of Flowers and Trees Blooming in the East Wind Night" are released at the same time - the former merges with the flying snow, while the latter bursts out dazzling fireworks in the ice and snow.
The hundreds of talismans floating in the air also flew straight towards the floating airship under his control.
As he thought, these talismans burned one after another, and the raging fire surrounded the floating craft, as if it was wrapped in a red, orange and yellow brocade robe.
Seeing such a scene, the practitioners who were chasing Gu Xu were all dumbfounded.
They thought that with the action of two saints, coupled with the Great Qi Jade Seal, they would easily capture the treasonous traitor with overwhelming force.
I didn’t expect this traitor to be able to fight back.
Not only did he use the terrifying power that was close to that of a saint, but he also cast several profound, complex and powerful spells in a very short period of time.
Not to mention the overwhelming number of talismans and seals flying in the sky——
Everyone present could not help but sigh, could this traitor spend all his time eating, sleeping and practicing on drawing talismans? Otherwise, how could he have accumulated such an astonishing number of talismans on his body?
Some people are trying to calculate the cost of these talismans based on market prices.
Then they came to the conclusion: If Gu Xu had not been a Talisman Master himself, then even if he had an extremely wealthy family, it would have been squandered in an instant.
"Even if the traitor is defeated and killed in the end, this earth-shattering battle alone will go down in history forever." Many people sighed in their hearts.
But in fact, none of these people guessed Gu Xu's true purpose correctly.
The reason why he tried his best to attack and used almost all his cards to create this spectacular scene of ice and fire was not to fight back and defeat the enemy.
He just wanted to create a chance for himself to escape.
While "Yingyan" briefly destroyed the confinement of space, he simultaneously used the power of "Time" and "Qiankun" to slow down the passage of time while tearing apart space and building passages.
The power the Snow Lady provided to him was like an inexhaustible and vast ocean.
If he had used so many spells that consumed a lot of real energy at the same time in the past, he would have been turned into a mummy long ago.
Just like that, for a moment, the world became quiet.
The whistling of the wind, the stabbing of the flames, the angry shouts of the monks, the clear chirping of the ice cranes... were all slowed down, lengthened, and gradually disappeared, returning to silence.
The falling snow, the blazing flames, and the flying ice cranes all stood still in the air, as if they had been frozen into a three-dimensional painting.
Gu Xu looked at the snow girl in front of him.
She also turned into a solidified ice sculpture.
The eyebrows seemed to be frowned but not frowned, and the dimples showed a sad expression due to pain, which reminded Gu Xu of Xizi who was frowning with his heart in hand.
At this moment, this fierce female ghost seemed to be full of trust in him. While lending him her power, she also showed her most vulnerable side in front of him.
As long as Gu Xu is willing, he can sneak away quietly by himself and leave her here to slow down the saints' actions.
A weak fourth-level monk actually quietly controlled the life and death of one of the "Three Fierce Gods of Qingzhou Prefecture"!
The humans regard him as a thief, but the ghosts are willing to believe in his character unconditionally. This kind of thing is really ironic to say.
Gu Xu sighed lightly.
Soon, countless space cracks appeared around them like spider webs, rapidly expanding and spreading, turning into a deep space passage. Gu Xu reached forward, hugged the motionless Snow Girl, and then jumped towards the space passage with a cool gesture.
He set his destination at Liangzhou, five hundred miles away.
After leaving Liangzhou and heading west, you can leave the territory of Daqi and enter the territory of the barbarian people.
The shamans on the barbarian holy mountains possess the strength of saints and master countless mysterious and strange methods.
It is precisely because of their existence that the barbarians can live on the grasslands and deserts for a long time without being completely wiped out by the army of the Da Qi Dynasty.
It must not be an easy task for the Daqi saints to hunt down Gu Xu under the eyes of the barbarian shamans.
However, just when Gu Xu was about to enter the space passage, an accident happened.
The originally stable passage suddenly turned into a turbulent whirlpool.
It was like a fast-moving meat grinder, grinding his whole body into mincemeat.
Gu Xu stopped immediately.
"Time and space flow turbulently." He frowned and said silently in his heart.
According to records in spiritual practice books, time and space are not always stable. In the gaps in space, there is terrifying space-time turbulence - it is as turbulent as a tsunami and as sharp as a sword, and can easily twist powerful monks into pieces.
The space passages built by the monks will undoubtedly be disturbed by it.
Of course, the probability of space turbulence occurring is generally very low, less than one thousandth in Gu Xu's impression.
But at this extremely critical moment today, he happened to meet him.
Thinking again of being knocked off his mask by a drunk man in Longzhou City——
Gu Xu only felt that his recent luck seemed to have been manipulated, which was really terrible.
"Could it be...that someone is really behind this?" He couldn't help but guess.
At this time the effect of "time" ends.
Time continues to flow.
The snow girls around me, the monks around me, the saints on the boat... all regained their ability to move.
I saw Master Jueming raising his Zen staff, and the Imperial Master raising his hand to draw symbols out of thin air. The blazing sea of fire surrounding the floating craft disappeared without a trace in an instant.
At this moment, Gu Xu deeply understood why the book said that a monk's promotion to the seventh realm is a qualitative transformation of life and Taoism.
With the help of many trump cards and fighting methods, when facing the fifth realm or even the sixth realm monks, he has the strength to fight, and even if he cannot defeat them, he still has a chance to escape.
But when facing a strong saint, even if the snow girl temporarily lent him the saint's power, he really felt the feeling of being crushed.
After all, the strength of a saint is never due to the richness of his true energy.
But because I have my own unique "Tao".
Then, Master Jueming muttered something and pointed his Zen staff at Gu Xu.
Gu Xu suddenly felt stiff and had an unbearable headache.
It was as if someone had inserted a steel mallet into his brain and stirred it wildly, making his thoughts confused and even having trouble coming up with a complete spell.
"Could it be that the monks in this world also cast spells?" He gritted his teeth and thought wildly.
The next second, more than a dozen flying swords flew towards his heart.
(End of this chapter)