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Gears and copper plates were reassembled in his calloused hands, producing a precise meshing sound.
He would sometimes frown in thought, and sometimes quickly adjust the position of the parts, with fine beads of sweat appearing on his forehead.
Yan Feifei's silver ribbons darted through the mechanism like a nimble snake, sometimes wrapping around gears, sometimes hooking onto mechanical shafts, her movements light and agile.
How about we call our group "Tracing the Broken Wings"?
She suddenly raised an eyebrow, and the silver ribbon flashed like lightning, wrapping around the mechanism box at Zhuge Yun's waist.
After all, they had to rely on these scrap metal pieces to find their way.
A sly glint flashed in the girl's eyes, and a triumphant smile curled at the corner of her lips.
Zhuge Yun was so startled by this sudden action that his hand trembled, and the part he had just installed almost fell off.
He looked helplessly at Yan Feifei, only to see the girl blink her eyes, looking completely innocent.
Their interaction drew the attention of everyone around them, and the air was thick with a subtle tension and a hint of ambiguity.
Upon seeing this, Lei Mengshao burst into laughter, his folding fan drawing an elegant arc in the air:
All groups are formed? Let's start the draw!
As he finished speaking, the bronze divination tube in Young Master Mo Chen's hand suddenly began to spin faster.
The fish opened its mouth wide, spitting out streams of eerie blue light.
The atmosphere in the hall instantly became tense, and everyone unconsciously gripped their weapons tighter.
His eyes were fixed on the spinning lottery tube.
The candlelight flickered in the misty light, casting long shadows of the group, as if foreshadowing the perilous journey to come.
Suddenly, the silver threads wrapped around Mo Chen Gongzi's fingertips tightened, and the four pairs of gilded double carp fortune sticks shot into the air like arrows.
(bhei) The fish's body, cast in bronze, is covered with dark purple runes.
The luminous beads embedded among the scales connect to form a flowing galaxy as they move swiftly.
The fish's tail swayed, creating a faint sound as it moved through the water.
As the divination sticks passed over the dome, the auspicious beast reliefs on the carved beams and painted rafters suddenly emitted a faint light, as if awakened by this mysterious object.
With a clear, metallic clang, the two carp landed steadily on the ground, head to tail.
The moment the fish's mouth opened wide, a misty vapor, carrying the scent of sandalwood and rust, filled the air.
The edges of the folded letter paper were tinged with an eerie vermilion red, as if it had been soaked in blood.
Wei Changxuan reached into the fish's belly; the icy touch made his pupils shrink slightly.
The Thunder Tribulation Wooden Sword at his waist suddenly emitted a dragon-like hum, and the lightning wrapped around its blade snaked upwards along his arm.
Distorted light and shadow are cast on the surface of the letter paper.
The moment the letter was unfolded, a strong stench of blood assaulted the senses; the character "Shen" written in cinnabar was still wet.
Tiny beads of blood, clinging to the edges of the writing, refracted an eerie glow in the candlelight.
Ye Dingzhi, his black robes billowing, had already closed in on them, the ancient bronze token in his arms emitting a dark red glow.
The taotie pattern on the letter and the dark pattern on the edge of the letter paper fit together perfectly, like a jigsaw puzzle.
At the third quarter of Shen time, the yang energy is about to run out and the yin energy is just beginning to stir, which is the time when the barrier of the underground palace is at its weakest.
His voice was deep and hoarse as his fingertips brushed across the vermilion ink on the letter.
Wisps of blue smoke rose from the characters, as if they contained the power to incinerate everything.
Chapter 329 Mermaid Tears!
As Zhuge Yun squatted down, the mechanical parts in his sleeves made a soft, rattling sound.
His gloved fingers carefully pulled the letter from the fortune-telling tube, a chill creeping up his fingertips.
Once unfolded, the character "酉" (you) leaps onto the paper, its ink punctuated by wisps of silver thread.
It shimmered with a cold luster under the moonlight.
Yan Feifei leaned on his shoulder and chuckled softly, the silver ribbon deftly carrying away the letter, tracing an elegant arc in the air.
The moon rises at dusk, and all is quiet; it's the perfect time to use my silver ribbon to scout the way.
She suddenly turned her head, her gaze sweeping across Tang Xuejian like lightning, the silver ornaments in her hair jingling:
Miss Tang, may I borrow the mechanism of your Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needle?
Before the words were even finished, subtle fluctuations of spiritual energy rippled through the air, as if an undercurrent was surging.
The letter fell into Qin Lu's hands at the hour of Xu (7-9 PM). The swordsman brought the letter close to his nose and sniffed it. Suddenly, his Qingfeng sword emitted a clear and melodious sword sound.
He stroked the faint, rippling patterns on the letter, the copper bell on the sword tassel emitting a clear, ethereal sound.
At the hour of Xu (7-9 PM), the sky and earth are dim and yellow, and yin and yang alternate, making it even more difficult to distinguish between real and feint sword moves.
Xiahou Mengding stepped forward, gripping his nine-ringed gold-backed sword. The nine gold rings on the sword trembled slightly with his breath.
The sound of the collision carried a chilling aura: perfect for my swordsmanship, I'll counter every move!
The two exchanged a glance, and their auras suddenly surged, casting overlapping shadows on the ground.
The disciple of the Southwest Sword Manor grabbed the last 11 PM fortune slip and examined it closely under the moonlight.
Suddenly, her face turned deathly pale, and the letter in her hand trembled violently:
"This paper is mixed with mermaid tears!" Before she finished speaking, she had already swiftly drawn the tortoise shell, her fingertips forming a magic seal as she began to divine.
As the tortoise shell landed, the divination revealed a terrifyingly ominous sign, and the surrounding air instantly froze.
The candlelight flickered without wind, casting distorted shadows on her face and vividly reflecting the fear in her eyes.
The time has been set! Lei Mengshao slammed his folding fan against his palm, making a crisp sound, and the Big Dipper embroidered on the fan surface suddenly glowed with golden light.
"Young Master Mo Chen, bring me the brocade pouches!" As he spoke, a young man veiled in black emerged from behind the gilded screen, carrying four brocade pouches embroidered with different constellations.
The Big Dipper, the Southern Dipper, purple aura, and the Greedy Wolf pattern on the brocade are lifelike.
Asking for flowers
A mysterious halo swirled in the candlelight, as if it contained a power capable of changing the world.
Each pouch was wrapped with gold thread, and a bronze bell hung from the end, tinkling softly with the boy's footsteps.
This adds an extra layer of mystery to the upcoming adventure and battle.
Suddenly, the bell in one of the brocade pouches rang rapidly, and the brocade in the boy's arms rippled, as if spiritual energy was surging within it.
Deep within the underground palace, a lingering gloom that had persisted for millennia hung in the air. The flickering, eerie blue flames of the bronze candlesticks cast distorted shadows of everyone onto the stone walls.
When Wei Changxuan reached out and took the brocade pouch embroidered with the Big Dipper,
The moment my fingertips touched the surface of the brocade, its uneven star-shaped pattern sent a chill straight up my spine.
It was as if the fingertips were touching not fabric, but an ice blade piercing into the very marrow.
The seven-star pattern embroidered with silver thread gleamed with an eerie, cold light in the dim light.
The spoon handle trembled slightly with each breath, pointing towards the deep, dark passageway to the northwest.
Chapter 330 The True Martial Emperor!
With a soft snap, the silk cord untied, and a yellowed piece of paper with curled edges slipped into the palm of the hand.
The pages were covered with spiderweb-like cracks, yet seven large, powerful cinnabar characters could still be clearly seen: "Have you not seen the True Warrior descend upon the world?"
The characters are slightly raised where the ink is thickest, as if they were carved with a knife tip dipped in blood and cinnabar.
Each stroke carries a sharp, tearing force, and the edges of the ink stains glow with a dark red hue, as if dried blood is telling an ancient curse in the "737" pattern.
Suddenly, the ancient bronze token at Ye Dingzhi's waist emitted a dragon-like hum, the vibrations echoing through the empty stone chamber.
His black robes fluttered without wind, revealing faint ancient incantations at his waist as they rustled.
Fine water droplets seeped from the Taotie pattern on the surface of the bronze talisman, refracting an eerie purple light under candlelight.
Zhenwu? Could it be that the hoarse voice carried undisguised shock, and the withered fingers gripped the ancient token tightly, the knuckles turning white from the force?
The True Martial Emperor?! Zhao Yujia's face turned deathly pale instantly, and the runes on the peach wood sword in his hand suddenly shone with a dazzling golden light.
The sword radiated a scorching heat, and the flowing runes outlined the Xuanwu totem, yet it emitted a piercing buzzing sound the moment it touched the silk paper.
A legendary deity who guards the north and commands demons and monsters across the three realms...
His voice trembled slightly, and the peach wood sword vibrated so violently that he could barely hold it.
Is this not a test at all, but a shocking conspiracy?
Yin Luoxia gently waved her folding fan, and the ink bamboo on the fan seemed to come alive in the night breeze, rustling softly.
Nine illusory figures appeared and disappeared behind her, all of them women in ancient costumes with blurred faces, their skirts entwined with chain-like mist.
The handwriting appeared vigorous, yet it subtly contained the deadly force of a broken stroke. She suddenly leaned closer to the silk paper, and with a light touch of her folding fan, touched the last stroke of the character.
Look at the bloodstains at the end of the stroke; it's clear the writer used their own blood as ink—someone capable of such ruthlessness would not leave behind just a prophecy.
Wei Changxuan gripped the Thunder Tribulation Wooden Sword tightly, and a surge of scalding heat flowed from the hilt into his palm.
The sword gleamed with a warm red light, and the Big Dipper constellation was faintly visible in the wood grain, echoing the pattern on the brocade pouch.
He gazed into the deep darkness of the northwest, where the faint sound of chains being dragged drifted, mingled with a low growl, as if an ancient beast were awakening.
Regardless of what lay ahead, his voice was exceptionally clear in the silence.
Those who entered the underground palace with this prophecy have probably already become pawns in the game.
Before the words were finished, black blood suddenly seeped from the ancient murals on the stone wall.
The originally kind-looking statue slowly opened its bloodshot eyes, its mouth stretched to its ears, and emitted a shrill laugh that made one's teeth ache.
The weapons of the crowd rang out in unison, and amidst this eerie laughter, a mystery concerning the fate of the three realms was just beginning to unfold.
Damp moss spread rampantly in the cracks of the bluestone slabs. Wei Changxuan stroked the still-drying cinnabar bloodstains on the silk paper and looked up at Tianqi City shrouded in leaden clouds.
The dew that condensed at the crenellations of the city wall fell to the ground, making a soft dripping sound, as if the sands of time were silently flowing by.
In that case, we will follow this lead and investigate further.
His voice echoed through the narrow alleyways.