787: Chapter 207: Is Baiyun Palace Opened by Your Family?!_2 787: Chapter 207: Is Baiyun Palace Opened by Your Family?!_2 “Seal!”
Multitudes of voices emerged, one seal after another appearing above the battlefield.
Yet there were two teams, four battle formations, eyeing Su He with a predatory gaze.
Off to one side, a phoenix’s cry rang out, and Feng Qi took the opportunity to escape his constraints, rage and embarrassment painted across his face.
The Cloud Leopard that had trapped him was torn to shreds.
All his life he had hunted geese only to be pecked in the eye by one, a mere battle formation, borrowing the power of half a Magical Treasure, had actually trapped him for a moment.
That brief moment had plunged the little Peacock into danger.
After today’s battle, among all the adult Divine God Beasts of the Four Spirits, he could no longer shake off the badge of third from the last.
The only ones weaker than him were those two from the Dragon clan outside the top hundred on the Bai Ze List.
he was the gatekeeper; once White Spirit fell off the Bai Ze List, he automatically moved up to number one hundred.
However, with several old ancestors from the Sealed Emperor’s Palace killed, with Big Freedom Bodhisattva slain, the Bai Ze List will update again, and his ranking should advance even further.
The feeling of moving up due to the death of those ranked higher…
How utterly suffocating!
With a phoenix’s cry, he spread his wings and flew above the Mystery Huang Group, his eyes flickering with murderous intent, staring intently at the Sealed Emperor Palace People.
In the Mystery Huang Camp, Immortal Swords, Magical Treasures, magic skills, and Divine Skills streaked toward the Sealed Emperor’s Palace.
Cultivators with earth-shaking capabilities tore through the restraints set by the Seal Emperor, layer by layer.
As if emerging from thin air, the Toad hopped off Su He’s body, dragging its exhausted carcass through the crowd, not easily lifting the spatial constraints on everyone, but only freeing those it recognized as allies.
A tacit understanding formed from years of war.
The individuals freed from the spatial restrictions showed not the slightest difference, still posing as though ready to fight the Phoenix to the death.
Especially the Three Phases Monk who arrived later, cursed in a fit of rage, including the Buddha World in his tirade: “Dammit, Bald Donkeys of the Buddha World, come out to your Buddha Lord!
Who bullied my daughter-in-law so soon after entering the Mystery Yellow Cave Heaven?
Did she not have a pillar of support?!”
Qian Qianzi shrank behind Junlan Fairy, hiding herself thoroughly as if not knowing the Monk, too embarrassed to be associated with him.
Su He glanced back and saw that Qian Qianzi had already reached the Stepping Sky Four-fold in just a few months, truly the Mystery Yellow Cave Heaven was a treasure trove.
He flashed to the side of Qianjiang’s friends.
Three Phases Monk was taken aback and turned his head incredulously: “Young Friend Su He, have we wronged you in any way?”
Su He was startled, unsure why Three Phases Monk would say such a thing.
Then he heard Three Phases Monk say, “You are now a calamity!
Didn’t that little wench from above keep demanding your death?
If you come over here, you’ll bring us trouble too!”
He wore an expression that screamed, “I just got a wife, I’m not ready to die.”
So getting a wife means you’ll bully your teacher and destroy your ancestors, not recognizing me as your master?
Qian Qianzi stepped out from behind Junlan Fairy, her face flush with embarrassment, and kicked the Three Phases Monk in annoyance.
Three Phases Monk laughed heartily.
Despite calling Su He the source of trouble, before Su He even showed up, a stream of Buddhist Law had begun to descend upon him: blessings, empowerments, treatments, protections…
The people from Qianjiang, long accustomed to this, gathered together instantly, taking positions, and although it was not a Formation, they coordinated perfectly.
Skill after skill, Divine Skills sparkled in the sky, shattering the world.
The Toad gritted its teeth.
In the heavens above, a thin tearing noise sounded, and the world that Yin Yuan had painted was shredded to pieces by Feng Nan and that lady in red.
Yin Yuan, already struggling against Feng Nan alone, was now thoroughly at a disadvantage with one more opponent.
Su He looked up, and the one-armed Yin Yuan somehow gave him a sense of familiarity.
This familiarity was not with the Xuan Tian Sect Leader but rather a feeling as if they had known each other a long time ago, an illusion of recognition.
With a combined strike, the two ladies forced Yin Yuan back; he spat blood, his face turning extremely grave.
From the very start, the number of Sealed Emperor Palace People had increased, and he, the Xuan Tian Sect Leader, could not simply retreat.
Even if he couldn’t slay the enemy, he should hold these two back, prevent them from causing further chaos below.
Looking at the two in front of him, he fell silent for a moment, then slowly pulled out a ribbon and blindfolded himself.
The Amazing Pen in his hand, radiating light, became still.
“This painting, it always appears in my dreams.
I thought it was created by an Immortal.
Today, please allow this Immortal to slay you two so that The Duke of An and Lord Sui Feng can be at peace on their journey!”
A pair of ladies, one a duke and the other a marquis, their fathers must be so proud.
As Yin Yuan spoke, the Amazing Pen in his hand moved, requiring no ink, he started painting in midair.
With just a few strokes, a figure appeared.
It was a peerless Immortal, dressed in white, carefree expression on her face.
As soon as she was painted, she came to life.
She stretched, looked at Feng Nan, and a duke and a marquis instantly bristled with sweat, hastily retreating, both of them fixing their eyes on the lady.
In the midst of the battle, Salam beheaded one of the Sealed Emperor’s vassals and looked up at the sky, glanced at the painted woman, and at his young master, blinking in a mix of surprise.
Su He stared with his mouth agape.
No wonder it felt familiar!
Does reincarnation change one’s appearance?
The moment Yin Yuan blindfolded himself, Su He recognized who he was—the painter who nearly became a disciple of Baiyin in Ancient Times!
Baiyin had the painter make a portrait for him, but the image was not left on the paper, it was instead etched deep into the heart of the artist.
But now, Yin Yuan only painted Baiyin, not Su He.
Yet just painting Baiyin seemed an arduous task; he began to breathe heavily, gasping for air.