bdsm-fiction Chapter 141 Han Li: Prepare to die! You country bumpkin cultivator!
Chapter 141 Han Li: Prepare to die! You country bumpkin cultivator!
Chapter 141 Han Li: Prepare to die! You country bumpkin cultivator!
half a month later.
The sky was clear and the breeze was gentle.
In the pavilion in the back garden of Qingzhu Island, Russell and Madam Wen sat facing each other, with a jade chessboard in the middle. Russell played white and Madam Wen played black, placing their pieces one after another, in a free and unhurried manner. A pot of tea was brewing on a small red clay stove next to them, and the aroma of the tea mingled with the fragrance of flowers and plants in the courtyard, which was refreshing and pleasant.
Today, Madam Wen was dressed in an elegant palace gown. Her black hair cascaded down her back, revealing a section of her fair and slender neck. She held a black chess piece between her fingers, her beautiful brows furrowing slightly as if she was struggling with where to place it. After a long while, she gently placed it down.
Seeing this, Russell glanced at her, a smug smile playing on his lips. Yes, he was about to kill the game.
As he placed his piece, a large number of black pieces were captured.
"Looks like Luo is still a cut above the rest, hahaha!"
"Fellow Daoist's chess skills are superb; I am truly in awe." Madam Wen forced a smile that she could barely contain, and began to flatter him with difficulty.
Well, Russell is a notorious lousy Go player in the group. Before he transmigrated, he had never even touched Go. He only learned a few moves from Fan Xian in Daqing, and then he claimed to be invincible. These days, playing against Madam Wen, he felt that his Go skills had improved a lot.
Outside the pavilion, the Soul-Nourishing Tree transplanted from the Void Heaven Palace stood quietly, its trunk thick and its branches and leaves lush. Strands of ethereal light dripped from the leaves, nourishing everything around it.
Zi Ling was carefully collecting the spiritual liquid secreted by the Soul-Nourishing Wood from a jade bottle, while Yuan Yao stood to the side, holding an ancient book she had obtained from who-knows-where, pointing and gesturing as she read, seemingly saying something.
The two chatted and laughed, with occasional soft chuckles escaping their lips.
Further along the lake, Wen Tianren took over Russell's favorite spot, lounging lazily in a wicker chair, one hand supporting the back of his head, the other holding a fishing rod. The fishing line sank into the lake, the float swaying gently with the ripples. Occasionally, a clever fish would leap out of the water, splashing a string of water droplets before falling back into the water, creating ripples.
A scene of peace and tranquility.
As we all know, if it weren't for the finale, this kind of comfort wouldn't last long and would soon be broken by one unexpected event or another, just like today.
Ugh—! ! !
A piercing alarm suddenly blared over Qingzhu Island, instantly shattering the afternoon tranquility. Seabirds took flight in fright, and schools of fish scattered. Immediately afterward, streaks of light shot into the sky from the seabed surrounding the island, weaving and connecting in mid-air. At a speed visible to the naked eye, they formed enormous light curtains in all directions, converging directly above the island to form a massive, inverted bowl-shaped protective shield that enveloped the entire Qingzhu Island.
On the protective shield, countless runes flickered and shimmered, emitting a terrifying aura that sent chills down one's spine.
Madam Wen raised her head, her gaze falling on the light curtain that enveloped the sky, and a cold smile slowly curled at the corner of her lips: "After waiting for so long, this old ghost has finally arrived."
As soon as he finished speaking, Han Li hurriedly walked in from the direction of the front hall and got straight to the point: "The Thousand-Mile Eye has detected the aura of the Six Extremes True Demon Art five hundred miles away, and it is rushing this way at an extremely fast speed."
Russell put down his chess piece, looked at Han Li, and casually asked, "Just him?"
"Just him."
Upon hearing this, Russell sighed with regret.
He thought he could catch them all in one fell swoop.
Han Li couldn't help but chuckle at his expression.
"A great battle is imminent. Please follow me to the control room to observe the battle."
"Let's go." Russell nodded listlessly.
The group walked through the front hall and arrived at the main control room deep inside the laboratory.
On the silvery-white metal walls, countless runes and circuits intertwined, emitting a faint blue light, while starlight shone brightly above the dome.
The floor was made of a transparent material, with faint light flowing beneath it, making the entire room seem to float in the void.
Han Li walked to the main control panel, snapped his fingers lightly, and the next moment, a series of touch-sensitive, semi-transparent screens appeared out of thin air in front of him.
Immediately afterwards, the entire control room seemed to come alive. The dome and floor lit up at the same time, and beams of light converged from all directions, rapidly outlining in the center of the room. A highly accurate three-dimensional holographic map with a diameter of thirty meters appeared before everyone's eyes.
The map is incredibly lifelike, showing every inch of the sea, islands, seabed, reefs, and schools of fish within a 500-kilometer radius of the islands in exquisite detail.
This is the Thousand-Mile Eye that Han Li spent decades developing; in more sci-fi terms, it is the Holographic Battle Situation Recovery System.
On the map, a striking red dot was rapidly approaching their location from a position 300 miles away.
The red dot moved at an extreme speed, and with each flash, it traced a long trajectory on the map.
Han Li gently spread two fingers across the screen, and as the image zoomed in, the figure of the Six Paths Supreme Saint appeared on the map.
This was a middle-aged man who looked to be in his forties. He was tall and slender, dressed in a black robe, surrounded by black mist. Six faint phantoms appeared behind him. Even through the holographic projection, everyone could feel the oppressive aura emanating from him.
At the same time, the Six Paths Supreme Saint in the scene also suddenly stopped, as if he had noticed someone spying on him. He chuckled lightly at the surrounding air and said, "Fellow Daoist Luo, since you have discovered me, why not come out and have a chat?"
Han Li stroked his chin, clicking his tongue in amazement: "The divine sense of a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator is indeed powerful; it can detect even this."
After waiting for a while and seeing that he had not received any response, the Six Paths Supreme Saint was not angry. He continued, "My lady, now that I have come, why do you need to hide? Come out and come back with me. As long as you show yourself, I will forgive and forget. You will still be my Daoist partner in the future."
Upon hearing this, Madam Wen's pretty face instantly turned icy cold. She turned to Han Li and asked, "Fellow Daoist Han, is there any way to make him hear my voice?"
"Of course." Han Li nodded, took a microphone from under the main control panel, handed it to Madam Wen, and pointed to the mesh part at the top, saying, "Just speak into this."
Madam Wen tried it: "Feed?"
Her voice echoed clearly across the map, and the Six Paths Supreme Saint raised an eyebrow slightly.
After confirming that Liudao could hear her voice, Madam Wen took a deep breath.
Then----
"Rokudo! You old dog, you deserve to be torn to pieces! You son of a bitch!"
If this were shown in a TV series, it would be accompanied by a screen full of "beep" sounds.
Madam Wen's usually aloof and elegant face was now filled with anger and hatred.
For a full five minutes, without interruption or repetition, the speech was incredibly fast, and all of it consisted of censored words.
The richness, vividness, and unbearable cadence of the vocabulary can only be described as breathtaking.
Russell stood aside, completely stunned. He never expected that Mrs. Wen, who was usually aloof and had the demeanor of a well-bred lady, would have this side to her.
Wen Tianren felt the same way. Looking at his master's wife, who was completely different from her usual image and temperament, as if she had become a different person, he felt as if he had seen a ghost.
Zi Ling and Yuan Yao looked at each other, wanting to laugh but not daring to.
Finally, Madam Wen let out a long breath, as if releasing all the repression and resentment of the past few centuries.
Putting down the microphone, she turned her head and met Russell's ambiguous smile. A blush instantly rose on her face, spreading from her cheeks to her ears and even her neck, turning her completely different from the shrew who had been ranting for five minutes.
"Don't worry about these things." Madam Wen coughed lightly, forcibly suppressing the embarrassment in her heart, and quickly regained her aloof demeanor.
In the scene, the face of the Six Paths Saint was now extremely dark, and the aura around him began to fluctuate violently. The air was distorted to form a visible vortex, thunder roared above his head, lightning danced wildly around him, the wind howled, and the waves surged.
"Okay, very good."
Amidst the sound of clenched teeth, the figure of the Six Paths Supreme Saint had already broken the sound barrier.
Wherever it passed, it carved a deep trench in the sea, and the seawater surged to both sides, creating towering waves hundreds of feet high.
In less than three breaths, they had already descended over Green Bamboo Island.
The Six Paths Supreme Saint stood suspended in the void, his black robes fluttering wildly. Overwhelming demonic energy surged from his body, black mist billowed, blotting out the sun. The once clear sky instantly turned as gloomy as night!
The protective shield shone brightly, colliding violently with the overwhelming demonic energy, emitting a piercing buzzing sound. The entire Green Bamboo Island trembled slightly under its oppressive aura.
Han Li's eyes gleamed. Very well, let him see what's so great about a Nascent Soul cultivator.
The Six Paths Supreme Saint acted swiftly. As a giant of the demonic path, he knew the ironclad rule that villains die from talking too much. With a wave of his hand, nine soul banners shot out. Countless vengeful spirits and fierce ghosts surged out from the banners, densely packed and overwhelming, like locusts sweeping across the land, turning into a monstrous sea of blood that swept towards the laboratory below.
Inside the main control room.
Han Li sat in front of the control panel, his hands supporting his chin, staring expressionlessly at the overwhelming sea of blood on the screen, much like a character from a classic anime.
"Full power shield," he said calmly. "Activate the psionic purification module."
"Yes!" Yuan Yao had already stood on the auxiliary control panel, her hands rapidly sliding across the touch screen.
With a hum, a soft white light suddenly shone on the outermost transparent energy shield.
The white light was warm and holy, like the first light of dawn, or like the light of Buddha shining everywhere. Wherever the light passed, the demonic energy in the air trembled violently!
This is a purification field that Han Li specifically set up to target the demonic energy of the Six Extremes True Demon Art.
The moment the sea of blood touched the protective shield, it was like boiling water being poured onto ice, emitting a piercing shriek. Countless vengeful spirits screamed and turned into wisps of smoke in the purification field. The screams rose and fell, making people's scalps tingle. The sea of blood surged and retreated, but it was like moths drawn to a flame, one after another, unable to break through even an inch no matter what!
On the screen, the data jumped around rapidly.
"The protective shield is intact." Yuan Yao's voice was crisp and professional: "Purification efficiency: 44.32%."
perfect.
Han Li nodded.
Although Wen Tianren was the subject of their research, the Six Paths Supreme Saint was far superior in both the quality and quantity of demonic energy.
He was extremely satisfied that the psionic purification device he had set up in such a short time could achieve a purification efficiency of nearly 50%.
outside world.
"interesting----"
Liu Dao narrowed his eyes, his gaze turning cold and unsettling.
He had refined these nine soul banners for hundreds of years, and the vengeful spirits within them had been tainted by his demonic energy, making them far more than ordinary ghosts. Even Nascent Soul cultivators with weaker cultivation dared not face them, yet they were now powerless against a mere formation.
"Then let's try this one."
He raised his hand and formed a hand seal. Instantly, pitch-black demonic flames rose from the nine banners. The nine soul banners burned simultaneously, and nine thick streams of black energy shot into the sky, condensing into a giant skull in the air. The skull opened its huge mouth and spewed out pitch-black demonic flames, scorching the same spot on the protective shield and stirring up ripples that continued to spread.
On the protective shield, countless runes flickered and shone, their light dazzling, yet they remained perfectly still.
Inside the main control room.
Madam Wen stood to the side, staring at the figure magnified countless times on the screen, her gaze icy cold: "Fellow Daoist Han, how long can this protective shield last?"
Han Li glanced at the energy consumption data in the upper right corner and replied without turning his head, "With his previous attack intensity, he could probably last until today, ten years later."
Mrs. Wen: "—
Wouldn't that be similar to the legendary formation outside Tianxing City that can withstand attacks from Nascent Soul stage cultivators?
outside world.
Liu Dao Ji Sheng also began to have doubts. He had lived for over a thousand years.
He had seen at least eight or ten thousand arrays and restrictions, but this one was as hard as a tortoise shell and emitted a strange white light, seemingly designed to suppress his demonic energy.
Seeing that he couldn't break through for the time being, Liu Dao simply stopped wasting his energy, put away the soul banner, and observed from the side.
However, he didn't want to fight anymore, but Han Li didn't want to let him go.
As the saying goes, one act ends and another begins. After testing the shield's damage-bearing capacity, it's time to test the extent of the damage he's built up over the years.
"Yuan Yao".
Han Li spoke calmly, his eyes sharp: "Outer layer plasma laser array, full power preheating, saturation attack."
A glint of excitement flashed in Yuan Yao's eyes: "Understood!"
On the outer wall of the laboratory, the seemingly decorative black crystal panels suddenly began to flip, and all 360 emission ports lit up at the same time!
The light was initially just a faint point, but in an instant, it transformed into an intense white light that was impossible to look at directly. Within each firing port, countless tiny arcs of electricity were leaping, gathering, and preparing to be unleashed!
As the Six Paths Supreme Saint looked at the twinkling starlight shining beneath the protective shield, a bad feeling welled up in his heart.
retreat!!!
Without any hesitation, the Six Paths Supreme Saint made the decision that best suited his instincts!
In an instant, his figure soared into the sky, and three sonic booms exploded behind him, seemingly about to break through the clouds.
Han Li's lips curled up. Coming and going as one pleases, it's a gross underestimation of him.
The sea surface surrounding Qingzhu Island suddenly exploded, and beams of silvery-white light shot out from the depths of the sea, weaving together in mid-air to form a huge net of light covering the entire island.
[Pulse-based internet blocking]!
A forbidden weapon formed by condensing high-frequency energy pulses!
The Six Paths Supreme Saint's expression changed, and a beam of blood-red light shot out from between his eyebrows, transforming into a blood-red demonic blade, which slashed fiercely at the net of light!
As the blade flashed, the net of light naturally couldn't stop a powerful cultivator in the late Nascent Soul stage, but it did manage to halt him for a moment.
In that instant, all 360 plasma cannons were finally fully charged!
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! A series of high-heat beams suddenly burst from the firing port, accelerating from stillness to high speed over a distance so short that even a cultivator like Liu Dao couldn't figure out the principle behind it no matter how hard he tried.
A deafening roar echoed throughout the sea, and a crimson light streaked across the atmosphere, leaving a blinding trail that blasted everything it touched into dust.
The Six Paths Supreme Saint's figure flashed, transforming into a black streak of light that darted wildly through the void. The beam of light grazed past his body and crashed into the distant sea, creating towering waves that instantly evaporated the seawater into a sky full of steam!
Although the Six Paths Supreme Saint possessed profound cultivation, he had focused all his skill points on attack and was not adept at escape techniques.
In the end, a blazing beam of light struck his protective demonic energy squarely!
boom!
The demonic energy exploded!
The Six Paths Saint was blasted backward, tumbling several times in mid-air and flying a full thousand feet away before finally regaining his footing!
He looked down and saw that the black robe on his chest had been burned through, revealing the charred black scales underneath.
The scales were charred black, with faint cracks spreading across them.
Damn it!
This is a Nascent Soul stage dragon armor!
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