Who let him join the Sword Sect?!-Chapter 841 - 422: A Father as Thin as Cicada Wings (4k)_3
"Tell me, what's happening outside now, where is this place, and how did I end up here?"
Faced with many questions, Zhang Ze organized the sequence of events and then described the happenings of the past few years to him, skipping over the matters related to Junior Sister. He focused on the situation at Luoyu Mountain and shared some of his own speculations.
Upon hearing, Chen Qianhu pondered for a moment, then walked to the center of the core cabin, standing for a while before the still-sealed Shi Xiu, then examined the array there again.
An elderly person at home is like a treasure; although the Sect Leader is not a professional, he still noticed some clues.
He floated back near Zhang Ze.
"In short, the method of sealing Shi Xiu is not a mental barrier, but some kind of soul extraction technique. He shouldn't wake up due to the influence of that black stone you mentioned. Remove the influence, and once the balance is broken, he can break free from the control of the soul extraction technique and wake up."
"As for Xiao Jing's scheme, your guess is correct; there are indeed anomalies in these arrays. But I don't have a specific Dharma Method to break it at the moment; however, you could start with these few places..."
Like leaving a will, Chen Qianhu's shadow gradually faded.
Before it completely vanished, he began to speak to Zhang Ze about his own matters.
"If I get lost, I might end up at..."
Zhang Ze listened intently, but there was no follow-up to this matter.
No one knew exactly what Chen Qianhu said.
Because just as Chen Qianhu was about to reach the crucial point, a sudden gust of wind attacked, and a golden bag, wrapped in a fierce wind, hit the Sect Leader's virtual image.
Due to having almost exhausted all his power, the Sect Leader's virtual image instantly dissipated like smoke.
Those half-spoken words naturally had no follow-up.
Before the golden bag that destroyed the Sect Leader's virtual image landed, a large group of people appeared behind Zhang Ze with a whoosh.
They had all flown in.
Leading them was Li, dressed in a little vest, with oil paint on his face, wild like a little Rambo.
Behind him was a large group of similarly dressed deep green Firefly Spirits and seventeen or eighteen cultivators.
Brother Monkey and Da Tou Cai were also mixed among them.
"What are you... what are you planning to do? A rebellion?" Zhang Ze was startled by his group of teammates dressed like guerrillas.
"Rescue you! I'll explain later, hurry, let's go! Return to the base first, then we'll talk!"
With that, jungle special ops-style Li called upon his own particularly long-named golden bag, occasionally forgetting it himself, and with a wave, loaded Zhang Ze and several other cultivators inside.
"Wait, I..."
Li's speed was so fast that Zhang Ze couldn't even explain.
After 'rescuing' Zhang Ze, immersed in Li King's world-saving fantasy, Li began to retreat with the deep green Firefly Spirits.
Upon leaving the core of the pyramid and stepping out of the gate, the white Firefly Spirits' counterattack followed.
The cube formed by white Firefly Spirits appeared again, blocking Li's path.
The barrier that had just been broken was raised again, trapping Li in front of the pyramid's gate.
But Li was not panicked; the way he came in was the way he would go out.
He roared like a dragon to demonstrate his might, then grabbed the nearest Da Tou Cai and shouted.
"Gaia!"
Li didn't know what this meant, but Zhang Ze said that to have momentum when transforming, you should shout this.
Apart from being unable to transform into a dragon, Li could transform into anything else, merging into a golden light and combining with the green Firefly Spirits.
A giant in gold stepped out from the light, heavily stamping the ground, dust flying, and fragments of buildings rising high, as if the earth was responding to Li's call.
"Full marks."
Forcefully confined within Li's body, Zhang Ze watched the outside situation through the shared view of Li, dryly commenting.
