fifth form

Chapter 2428: Crazy
"Quick, quick, quick!"

In the center of the bud, Zhang Xuezhou tried his best to familiarize himself with the nine-petal flower.

He used to think that Ning Que was not fast enough to adapt to Luo Zhong's Black Dragon Body Movement speed, and at the moment, Zhang Xuezhou's performance was not much better.

It was fine for him to transform from a fish dragon body to a golden dragon fish state, and even to adapt to Luo Zhong's black dragon body. However, Zhang Xuezhou had indeed never adapted to the form of a flower.

This is not a transition from an upright-walking creature to a quadrupedal creature, but a direct entry into the plant state.

Zhang Xuezhou claims that he is half vegetative, but he has nothing to do with plants and has never been a plant.

"How do you control this thing? How do you cut through those nine petals?"

Zhang Xuezhou did not expect to use the various complex abilities of the nine-petal flower. He only hoped that he could use the nine petals to kill his opponent.

But Ying Fusu's fighting skills were very high.

Even when the other party was talking, he was taking action at the same time, and when Jing Li was replying, he was observing the flaws in his body movements.

Until there was nothing more to be found and he was sure that he was no longer able to defeat the Nine-petal Flower's protective layer, the other party had already simply asked for help.

Whenever Zhang Xuezhou thought of the heavy shadow of the Xianyang Palace caused by Ying Fusu's request for help, the nine-zhang-tall statue of the First Emperor standing in the center of the palace, and countless civil servants and military generals stationed in all directions, his scalp tingled.

The force of the crown alone was enough to make him lose his mind and show strange signs, and he was caught in a battle. Zhang Xuezhou could already imagine the other party's level of cultivation, and also the person that Ying Fusu was asking for help.

"I'm dying, my Lord, why do you want to die so early? It's fine if you don't resist when someone is watching you, but can you help me when I'm doing the work?"

Ying Fusu even showed up his Taia sword in the battle, and Zhang Xuezhou could already imagine the situation he would face.

This run is likely to be very different from what he has experienced in the past, and there may be some additional factors involved.

For example, the realm of cultivation, the power of suppression, etc.

The nine-petal flower has a very strong defensive power, but if it is intimidated, it will be difficult to control. Perhaps the petals will spread out, revealing an opening, and then cause him to be killed in one blow.

Or perhaps Ying Fusu realized that he was not capable enough to do the targeting, and the person he sought help from had the ability to deliver a fatal blow.

Either situation would be terrible for Zhang Xuezhou, and he did not want to bear the consequences.

“Help…help!”

Zhang Xuezhou jumped up and down, then looked at Ying Fusu who was holding a sword and reciting a sacrificial speech not far away.

He looked at the golden light emerging on the opponent's Taia sword and the faint shadow of a palace emerging in it. He couldn't help feeling a little desperate and didn't know for a moment whether he could withstand this attack.

It was not until a faint response came that Zhang Xuezhou was startled.

"Your Majesty? Can you hear me? Please get up quickly and help me. I am about to die," Zhang Xuezhou shouted.

"I...I'm going to die soon!"

Your Excellency's response was extremely vague, like a low mumble in an unconscious state.

"Wake up, wake up, and kill this Ying Fusu quickly, or we will be finished soon!"

"I can't...move...I can't...kill him!"

"Where's your great ability?"

"No...no...no ability!"

Your Excellency's response was extremely weak, as if he had reached the end of his rope.

The two can have some communication through the "Great Wilderness Creation Sutra", but the communication cannot produce any effect.

"Without the magic, do you have anything else?" Zhang Xuezhou shouted, "Hurry, hurry, hurry, Ying Fusu is about to call his father out, that's really going to kill me!"

"Dad? Ying Zheng?"

His Majesty's voice paused, and there was a hint of horror in his voice, and his confused mind was obviously much clearer.

"dying!"

Your Majesty's mouth is full of bitterness.

Ying Fusu didn't kill him, but a great master like Qin Emperor Ying Zheng would definitely kill his soul with one sword, and would make sure to sweep the battlefield, not giving the opponent any breathing space or possibility of a comeback. Compared to Qin Emperor Ying Zheng, Ying Fusu was as immature as a rookie.

And after Ying Zheng arrived, His Majesty would definitely be dead.

But His Majesty was not unwilling to help. At this moment, he was like a pig whose body was filled with water, waiting to be killed by a black-hearted butcher. The butcher smashed his head with a pickaxe, causing it to bleed profusely. He was almost on the verge of death.

The power overflowing from the Qingzhou Ding is too strong. This power is beyond the limit of what Your Majesty can deal with.

Perhaps it was because Zhang Xuezhou separated some of it, or perhaps it was because Ying Fusu came and stopped the outpouring, that His Majesty was able to barely maintain the situation of not exploding.

But it's difficult for him to do anything in this state.

The magical power around him was disordered and difficult to control, his huge body was difficult to move, his magic and physical strength were abolished, and only the candle in his mouth could barely light it with his consciousness.

"So bad?"

In a low and quick narration, His Majesty mentioned his own dire situation and asked Zhang Xuezhou to try his best to see if there was any possibility of cooperation between them.

"Can you burn Ying Fusu to death with a candle?" Zhang Xuezhou asked.

"Ying Fusu has been transformed into a terracotta warrior, and the terracotta warrior was melted in the flames through magic. His body is not afraid of flames," said the Lord.

"Then what is he afraid of?" Zhang Xuezhou said.

"It's an extremely sharp blow," His Majesty said, "This is also something I can't do right now!"

"What is he afraid of?" Zhang Xuezhou asked.

"The Qin Dynasty's terracotta warrior-making technique has almost no natural enemy, and there is no direct means of restraining it," Your Majesty said bitterly.

"He was made of fire. Isn't he afraid of water?" Zhang Xuezhou asked.

"Have you ever seen any porcelain or bronze that is afraid of being soaked in water..."

To His Excellency, who was familiar with the Qin Dynasty's terracotta warrior-making technique, Zhang Xuezhou's question was very stupid, but His Excellency was actually reminded by the other party.

The response from The Great Wilderness Creation Sutra faded away, and His Majesty slowly raised his head and looked at the underground palace that looked like a river of blood.

He had been smashing his head against the ground repeatedly, trying his best to reduce the impact of Ying Fusu's sword energy and also to minimize the loss of plasma in his body, so that he could survive a little longer.

At this moment, an extremely crazy thought also emerged in His Majesty's mind.

"If fire can't kill you, and water can't drown you, then you can try to get my candle-lit blood on you and see if it can pollute and burn you, the crown prince of the Qin Dynasty, to death!"

His Majesty's eyes suddenly widened, and the wounds that he had been trying so hard to suppress collapsed immediately.

It is just like killing a chicken and bleeding it, except that this time Your Majesty has changed the object of bleeding to himself.

"Ho ho ho ho!"

He tried hard to raise his bleeding head, and a chilling laugh came out of the dragon's mouth. The red blood on his head, which was like grease, sprayed out as if it was connected to a high-pressure water gun, and also sprinkled on the motionless body of Ying Fusu in the distance.

"Strangle him, strangle him to death, and crush him to pieces..."

Your Majesty looks like a madman.

His huge and bloated body even began to become thin due to this crazy bleeding at the vital points.

"Filthy you, soaking you, burning you..."

There were layers of dirty blood under the Qingzhou Ding where he was. The composition of this blood was not ordinary blood, but as sticky as waxy grease. His struggling back and forth almost formed a muddy blood pit.

And at the point where his spray landed, the dirty blood also accumulated layer by layer and dripped onto the body of Ying Fusu who was held by Zhang Xuezhou.

As His Majesty shouted madly, "Burn you to death," the flame of the candle in his mouth ignited and fell into the filthy blood pit where his head was.

A flame suddenly spread and then spread far away along the blood filled with wax and grease.

In just a moment, flames rose in this huge underground palace.

Amid the raging fire, the underground palace seemed a little more shaky, and a vague silhouette emerged from the fog.

(End of this chapter)