novelraw Chapter 678: A Spell CG Full of Violent Aesthetics, and Qian Jin Making His Own Get-Out-of-Death Token
Chapter 678: A Spell CG Full of Violent Aesthetics, and Qian Jin Making His Own Get-Out-of-Death Token
"Wuuu wuuu wuuu......"
This had Yang Sui so agitated.
He couldn't even speak.
'What do you mean, not speaking means admitting guilt?'
'Can I even talk in this state, for fuck's sake?!'
'And what's this about threatening a Great Han 749 Bureau special envoy? When did I ever threaten you!!'
'This is slander! Defamation! I'll take this to Hanjing!!!!'
He desperately wanted to say these things, but unfortunately, he couldn't speak.
Although Lu Ding was skilled at reading expressions and could discern emotions from a person's eyes,
he chose not to look.Besides, even using his toes to think, he knew this guy definitely wasn't convinced.
All that nonsense.
If you're not convinced, I'll just finish you off.
Reincarnate in your next life, then come find me for revenge.
As Qian Jin carried Yang Sui to the spot Lu Ding had pointed to from a distance and set him down,
Lu Ding waved his hand outward: "Step back further."
Qian Jin scurried to the side with heavy steps. Just when he thought the distance was about right, Lu Ding's voice came again: "Even further."
Got it!
He retreated again.
That should be enough.
Seeing that Lu Ding no longer called for him to increase the distance,
Qian Jin shouted loudly: "Grand Guardian, I'll be right here watching you."
Anyway, the situation was already like this;
he was about to become a martyr, a dead man.
So licking boots a little more wouldn't hurt.
Qian Jin quietly pulled out the recording equipment he had bought.
This thing, he had prepared to record his last words and take photos for himself.
Moreover, he had arranged a backup plan.
He found someone absolutely trustworthy who, after his death, would develop these things through data sharing and give them to his family.
In the future, if his family ever encountered any trouble they couldn't solve,
they could take the recordings and photos to find the Grand Guardian.
Qian Jin also knew that over the years, he had embezzled quite a bit. He seemed to be playing both sides, but in reality, he had offended both parties at times.
What if someone targeted his family after his death?
Then...
These videos and photos would be the golden ticket to invite the Grand Guardian's holy presence.
Although this seemed a bit like emotional blackmail,
for the sake of his family,
Qian Jin had no choice.
He also knew that Lu Ding handled matters with principle, which was why he thought of this move.
As a result, before he could even use this equipment himself,
he was using it for Lu Ding first.
He adjusted the angle, turned on the device, and muttered softly: "I have to record every handsome moment of the Grand Guardian."
"Develop them all together, combine them with my death photo and last words into an album. When my silly boy encounters danger in the future, just present this thing before the Grand Guardian."
Qian Jin chuckled foolishly.
It didn't match his usual persona at all.
He didn't dare imagine, when Lu Ding held the album later, looking at those photos, reminiscing...
Even if he couldn't ensure his son's wealth and prosperity, or cultivation reaching the heavens, guaranteeing a lifetime of safety and peace would definitely be possible.
Anyway, his son wasn't very smart, a bit foolish, not scheming, wouldn't harm others. Qian Jin was just afraid others might harm him.
Thinking of this, he had just raised the device
when he saw Lu Ding move.
He raised his hand, forming hand seals, Spiritual Energy surged.
The scene of heaven and earth transformed.
For a moment, the smell of blood washed over them.
The 'caw caw caw...' cries of crows rose all around them.
A desolate battlefield came into view.
Huge corpse pieces, huge scars, chunks indistinguishable from each other, impossible to reassemble, regardless of whether they were from the Zhao, Qian, Sun, or Li families, the Zhou, Wu, Zheng, or Wang clans.
Where could you tell whose child, whose husband this was?
Only fallen soldiers, shattered corpses, dead beasts, all burned to ashes.
But right at that moment.
Swords left their sheaths, iron rang cold, voices roared, battle intent trembled.
"Awaken!!!!!!"
Old troops turned back before the Nostalgia Platform, evil ghosts from the meat grinder battlefield killed their way back.
A black line that devoured all life force appeared at the boundary between heaven and earth, tearing apart everything on the horizon that dared block their path forward, preventing them from answering the summons.
It was a giant wave sweeping across the mortal realm, expanding and surging at a terrifying speed, boundless and endless.
Only when the extreme limit of their vision could discern some details
did they see clearly.
An army of several hundred thousand, black armor piled up like mountains, spears rising and falling like a forest.
Paired with several hundred thousand mounts of evil beasts, the rumbling of beast claws pounding the earth was like rolling thunder, shaking every inch of land, every rock.
The sound of the marching army was like heavy hammers pounding the drumhead of the earth, the vibrations penetrating deep into the marrow.
Seeing such a scene, Yang Sui's mind couldn't help but tremble, his breathing couldn't help but become disordered.
The pressure coming at him almost suffocated him.
Witnessing this purely violent military formation, the absurdly exaggerated number of soldiers.
He couldn't understand, he was only at the Fifth Restriction, to kill him, did they need to use a technique with such imposing might...
No!!
This is a spell!!!
This must be a spell!!!
The belated realization felt like a heavy mountain pressing down on his chest, making every gasp seem like a painful struggle!!!!
He couldn't understand, a spell that even he, a Fifth Restriction cultivator, couldn't master—how could Lu Ding possibly know it!!!
Watching the black-armored torrent sweep across the earth, pressing forward to form ranks and columns on both sides of Lu Ding.
Looking left and right, observing separately.
Thick armor, heavy as mountain rock, clashed and ground against each other, spikes on the armor colliding, sparks flying.
Several hundred thousand heavy cavalry simultaneously tightened the iron-spiked reins in their hands.
Tiger and leopard mounts halted, exhaling hot, coarse breath so scalding it seemed capable of igniting the air.
Several hundred thousand heavy-armored ghost cavalry, several hundred thousand tiger and leopard evil beasts.
At this moment, instantly solidified upon the earth, as if abruptly severed by an invisible giant hand.
Dead silence...
But this dead silence was more terrifying than any previous frenzied noise.
Lu Ding admired the spell CG filled with violence and oppressive force.
He sighed inwardly: "Truly worthy of a skill dropped by a Fifth Restriction demon."
Now.
It was his turn.
Within the flanked passage, under the gaze of several hundred thousand.
Lu Ding pushed off with his feet, somersaulted into the air, dragon scales forming armor, inch by inch enveloping his body.
The ground of the flanked passage cracked open at this moment, revealing a bottomless fissure.
Hell opened its mouth at this time.
Within, black flames burned, black smoke spewed forth.
The heavy sound of iron hooves was no longer the roar of ten thousand beasts galloping, but a slow, solitary, arrogant, heavy pounding carrying the will to charge through everything, to crush all things.
"Neigh!!!!!!"
A roar.
A beastly figure blazing with raging black flames burst forth.
Spiraling and twisting, a horn as long as a war spear pierced through the smoke and dust, flowing with a dark, ominous, gloomy light.
Lu Ding, descending, pressed down on the horn with one hand.
Somersaulted and twisted, landing steadily on the horse's back.
Extending his arm flatly, he clenched his fist. A dark glow manifested in his hand, lengthening, sharp and unstoppable!
[Formation-Piercing King-Tipping Lance]
Speak!
Where the lance's shadow passed, a sea of blood opened;
the blade entangled with weeping souls at the spring platform;
the serrated edge swallowed light, lives trembled;
the lance's tip guided the way to the Yellow Spring.
Spiral-twisted body, serrated meat-slicing edge, blood-draining groove, three-edged point—whoever it stabs returns to heaven.
It's just one word.
Tip!!!!
Lu Ding swung the lance downward, pointing its tip at the ground.
Anyway, it's all about enjoyment, so...
"The Hour of the Horse has arrived, pierce the borders, cross the boundaries, kill!!!"
The Bo Beast reared back, front hooves lifted into the air, ignited with flames.
Heavily landed on the ground.
Boom!!!!!
The evil beast charged straight ahead, the lance's tip scraping the ground, sparks flying everywhere as the flanked passage was instantly ignited by black flames!!!
"Wuuu wuuu wuuu......"
This had Yang Sui so agitated.
He couldn't even speak.
'What do you mean, not speaking means admitting guilt?'
'Can I even talk in this state, for fuck's sake?!'
'And what's this about threatening a Great Han 749 Bureau special envoy? When did I ever threaten you!!'
'This is slander! Defamation! I'll take this to Hanjing!!!!'
He desperately wanted to say these things, but unfortunately, he couldn't speak.
Although Lu Ding was skilled at reading expressions and could discern emotions from a person's eyes,
he chose not to look.
Besides, even using his toes to think, he knew this guy definitely wasn't convinced.
All that nonsense.
If you're not convinced, I'll just finish you off.
Reincarnate in your next life, then come find me for revenge.
As Qian Jin carried Yang Sui to the spot Lu Ding had pointed to from a distance and set him down,
Lu Ding waved his hand outward: "Step back further."
Qian Jin scurried to the side with heavy steps. Just when he thought the distance was about right, Lu Ding's voice came again: "Even further."
Got it!
He retreated again.
That should be enough.
Seeing that Lu Ding no longer called for him to increase the distance,
Qian Jin shouted loudly: "Grand Guardian, I'll be right here watching you."
Anyway, the situation was already like this;
he was about to become a martyr, a dead man.
So licking boots a little more wouldn't hurt.
Qian Jin quietly pulled out the recording equipment he had bought.
This thing, he had prepared to record his last words and take photos for himself.
Moreover, he had arranged a backup plan.
He found someone absolutely trustworthy who, after his death, would develop these things through data sharing and give them to his family.
In the future, if his family ever encountered any trouble they couldn't solve,
they could take the recordings and photos to find the Grand Guardian.
Qian Jin also knew that over the years, he had embezzled quite a bit. He seemed to be playing both sides, but in reality, he had offended both parties at times.
What if someone targeted his family after his death?
Then...
These videos and photos would be the golden ticket to invite the Grand Guardian's holy presence.
Although this seemed a bit like emotional blackmail,
for the sake of his family,
Qian Jin had no choice.
He also knew that Lu Ding handled matters with principle, which was why he thought of this move.
As a result, before he could even use this equipment himself,
he was using it for Lu Ding first.
He adjusted the angle, turned on the device, and muttered softly: "I have to record every handsome moment of the Grand Guardian."
"Develop them all together, combine them with my death photo and last words into an album. When my silly boy encounters danger in the future, just present this thing before the Grand Guardian."
Qian Jin chuckled foolishly.
It didn't match his usual persona at all.
He didn't dare imagine, when Lu Ding held the album later, looking at those photos, reminiscing...
Even if he couldn't ensure his son's wealth and prosperity, or cultivation reaching the heavens, guaranteeing a lifetime of safety and peace would definitely be possible.
Anyway, his son wasn't very smart, a bit foolish, not scheming, wouldn't harm others. Qian Jin was just afraid others might harm him.
Thinking of this, he had just raised the device
when he saw Lu Ding move.
He raised his hand, forming hand seals, Spiritual Energy surged.
The scene of heaven and earth transformed.
For a moment, the smell of blood washed over them.
The 'caw caw caw...' cries of crows rose all around them.
A desolate battlefield came into view.
Huge corpse pieces, huge scars, chunks indistinguishable from each other, impossible to reassemble, regardless of whether they were from the Zhao, Qian, Sun, or Li families, the Zhou, Wu, Zheng, or Wang clans.
Where could you tell whose child, whose husband this was?
Only fallen soldiers, shattered corpses, dead beasts, all burned to ashes.
But right at that moment.
Swords left their sheaths, iron rang cold, voices roared, battle intent trembled.
"Awaken!!!!!!"
Old troops turned back before the Nostalgia Platform, evil ghosts from the meat grinder battlefield killed their way back.
A black line that devoured all life force appeared at the boundary between heaven and earth, tearing apart everything on the horizon that dared block their path forward, preventing them from answering the summons.
It was a giant wave sweeping across the mortal realm, expanding and surging at a terrifying speed, boundless and endless.
Only when the extreme limit of their vision could discern some details
did they see clearly.
An army of several hundred thousand, black armor piled up like mountains, spears rising and falling like a forest.
Paired with several hundred thousand mounts of evil beasts, the rumbling of beast claws pounding the earth was like rolling thunder, shaking every inch of land, every rock.
The sound of the marching army was like heavy hammers pounding the drumhead of the earth, the vibrations penetrating deep into the marrow.
Seeing such a scene, Yang Sui's mind couldn't help but tremble, his breathing couldn't help but become disordered.
The pressure coming at him almost suffocated him.
Witnessing this purely violent military formation, the absurdly exaggerated number of soldiers.
He couldn't understand, he was only at the Fifth Restriction, to kill him, did they need to use a technique with such imposing might...
No!!
This is a spell!!!
This must be a spell!!!
The belated realization felt like a heavy mountain pressing down on his chest, making every gasp seem like a painful struggle!!!!
He couldn't understand, a spell that even he, a Fifth Restriction cultivator, couldn't master—how could Lu Ding possibly know it!!!
Watching the black-armored torrent sweep across the earth, pressing forward to form ranks and columns on both sides of Lu Ding.
Looking left and right, observing separately.
Thick armor, heavy as mountain rock, clashed and ground against each other, spikes on the armor colliding, sparks flying.
Several hundred thousand heavy cavalry simultaneously tightened the iron-spiked reins in their hands.
Tiger and leopard mounts halted, exhaling hot, coarse breath so scalding it seemed capable of igniting the air.
Several hundred thousand heavy-armored ghost cavalry, several hundred thousand tiger and leopard evil beasts.
At this moment, instantly solidified upon the earth, as if abruptly severed by an invisible giant hand.
Dead silence...
But this dead silence was more terrifying than any previous frenzied noise.
Lu Ding admired the spell CG filled with violence and oppressive force.
He sighed inwardly: "Truly worthy of a skill dropped by a Fifth Restriction demon."
Now.
It was his turn.
Within the flanked passage, under the gaze of several hundred thousand.
Lu Ding pushed off with his feet, somersaulted into the air, dragon scales forming armor, inch by inch enveloping his body.
The ground of the flanked passage cracked open at this moment, revealing a bottomless fissure.
Hell opened its mouth at this time.
Within, black flames burned, black smoke spewed forth.
The heavy sound of iron hooves was no longer the roar of ten thousand beasts galloping, but a slow, solitary, arrogant, heavy pounding carrying the will to charge through everything, to crush all things.
"Neigh!!!!!!"
A roar.
A beastly figure blazing with raging black flames burst forth.
Spiraling and twisting, a horn as long as a war spear pierced through the smoke and dust, flowing with a dark, ominous, gloomy light.
Lu Ding, descending, pressed down on the horn with one hand.
Somersaulted and twisted, landing steadily on the horse's back.
Extending his arm flatly, he clenched his fist. A dark glow manifested in his hand, lengthening, sharp and unstoppable!
[Formation-Piercing King-Tipping Lance]
Speak!
Where the lance's shadow passed, a sea of blood opened;
the blade entangled with weeping souls at the spring platform;
the serrated edge swallowed light, lives trembled;
the lance's tip guided the way to the Yellow Spring.
Spiral-twisted body, serrated meat-slicing edge, blood-draining groove, three-edged point—whoever it stabs returns to heaven.
It's just one word.
Tip!!!!
Lu Ding swung the lance downward, pointing its tip at the ground.
Anyway, it's all about enjoyment, so...
"The Hour of the Horse has arrived, pierce the borders, cross the boundaries, kill!!!"
The Bo Beast reared back, front hooves lifted into the air, ignited with flames.
Heavily landed on the ground.
Boom!!!!!
The evil beast charged straight ahead, the lance's tip scraping the ground, sparks flying everywhere as the flanked passage was instantly ignited by black flames!!!