Chapter 61
The Thunder-Attacking Formation formed again, but it was obviously much weaker than the first time.
Cen Lizhui gritted his teeth, he simply felt that it was a pity that he hadn't tasted the dishes cooked by Chen Muxue before, and let her die like this.
It must be because of this, it must be because... just because I want to eat the meal she made once!
"If you can't stop it, you will kill yourself!" Feiying stepped forward to stop her, but was pulled away by Liuyunzong's disciples.
"Sixth Elder, get out of the way!"
Just when everyone was lamenting that they were about to witness the death of two people this time, Chen Muxue pulled out the iron pan behind his back and swung it quickly. Cen Lizhui was suddenly shaken back a few steps, the thunder-strike formation dissipated again, and he spat out a mouthful of blood in a muffled voice .
The next second, Chen Muxue quickly raised the iron pot and faced the frightening thunder!
"Boom!!"
All kinds of radiant spiritual energy erupted from the iron pot, forming a solid shield, colliding head-on with the sky thunder, and a strong shock wave exploded. The doors and windows of the houses on both sides of the street were all broken, and some even tiles were broken. They were all blown away!
The cultivators who reacted quickly quickly entered a defensive state. Even so, many cultivators were shaken away a few meters.
"How can this be?!"
Liu Lingshi still felt the strong storm behind Lin Qing's defensive formation. She half-shielded her face with her arms, her eyes full of shock: "Is it the aura you absorbed just now?"
The bluestone ground under Chen Muxue's feet was crushed to pieces, creating a crater.
The astonishingly rich spiritual energy and the sky thunder kept offsetting, and suddenly, a broken sound came.
"Not enough, her shield is still broken!"
Although there are not many remaining sky thunders, if they are blasted with such terrifying intensity, they will either die or be injured!
"Boom!"
"Cough, cough..." Everyone covered their mouths and noses and waved their hands to disperse the dust. After a while, a big hole appeared in front of everyone's eyes.
"Isn't there no bones left?" Someone speculated.
Cen Lizhui clutched his chest, he was a little out of strength, but he still took a few steps forward slowly.
Fei Ying couldn't bear to watch it anymore, and turned her back, feeling that the excitement of these days was like a farce.
It's a pity, the dishes made by the little girl are quite delicious.
"Chen Muxue?"
The dust gradually dispersed, and in the big pit, a figure holding an iron pot lay quietly.
Cen Lizhui took out his last remaining life fruit, and approached the figure: "My fortune-telling can't be so inaccurate... You are not a sign of premature death..."
His figure swayed, the series of consumption just now really exceeded his load, and because Bu's formation was forcibly broken, he suffered backlash, and he is now very weak.
"Elder, it's the fruit of fate!" Behind Feiying, the sharp-eyed disciple of Liuyunzong shouted after seeing what Cen Lizhui took out.
At this moment, many pairs of eyes that had already moved away suddenly focused on it again.
"Little brother, don't waste things, how about I buy this fruit with you?"
"She can't be saved, fellow daoist, fate is something you can't ask for, it's fate that you and I meet here today..."
Lin Qing also wanted to go forward, but was held back by Liu Lingshi, who shook his head.
She doesn't want to take advantage of others' danger, buy and sell by force, even...
"Bring it to you!" A cultivator stepped forward, kicked Cen Li down, and took the fruit of life.
Fei Ying's eyes turned cold. The cultivator had already observed the escape route, and he didn't expect everyone to let him go just like that.
However, before he could make his next move, someone grabbed his ankle suddenly.
(end of this chapter)