Alien Dust

Chapter 610 Night Nuwa Mask

"So I'm really being pretentious?" Ming Yi widened her eyes. After listening to Zishu and Wu Hen's words, she uttered this sentence in a daze.

"Not entirely. Someone flew straight here after hearing your voice..." Zi Shu now exposed Wu Hen's seemingly righteous behavior.

Wu Hen chuckled and admitted frankly that he had just found out that Ming Yi was Cang Ling.

Ming Yi saw Wu Hen's smile and was about to say something when suddenly an icy energy stabbed at her like billions of glacial spears. She looked up and saw that the red-robed Saint had stood on a huge mountain of thunder and lightning without her knowing when. An ice-blue holy breath burst out from his palms, and this holy breath instantly turned the world into a glacial world. The terrifying and extremely cold holy breath penetrated towards them.

Ming Yi's almost extinguished fighting spirit was also ignited at this moment. Perhaps this battle carried the most cherished emotions of everyone. The Red Robe Saint could destroy an entire clan for one person, and what she wished in her heart was definitely not to be a tiny and humble speck of dust in this world. As long as her heart was still full of infinite hope and her fighting spirit was not extinguished, she could also make the star gods in the sky dim.

The Vermillion Bird's robe burst out with blazing flames, and the bright red energy transformed into a pair of extremely dazzling celestial feathers.

Ming Yi broke free from Wu Hen's arms, like a phoenix reborn in nirvana in an instant, using her own super-hot flames to fight against the icy holy breath.

In front of the Red Robe Saint, Ming Yi was not completely powerless to resist. With Wu Hen's help in resisting the overbearing Jade Emperor's Thunder, she could also pose a slight threat to Cai Qiong.

The extremely cold holy aura of the Red Robe Saint was melting. He saw a red figure like a red bird fighting against the sky, piercing through the lightning mountain range under his feet and approaching him at a very fast speed...

He clenched his hands into fists and slammed downwards!

The golden fist was so terrifying that even the human race in the Infinite City could see the fist shadow covering the entire sky. Although it was separated by a dimension, it instantly destroyed the will of millions of human heroes in the Infinite City. They dared not imagine how many human gods would be destroyed if this punch really landed on them.

In the Ziyu Tower, many holy saints from the Holy Sect, including Cai Lan, were also looking up. At this moment, they finally felt the terror of their ancestor. This punch not only hit those future warriors, but also hit each of them hard in the face, as if despising these unworthy descendants. How could the Holy Sect, which once had the final say in Cangchu, fall to the point of having to compete with a technologically civilized Daxuan?
The Golden Sky Fist knocked Ming Yi down from the Thunder Mountain, and she returned to the devastated earth again.

Fortunately, she had evolved to a high enough level, and with the protection of the Demon Buddha's Armor, she would not be directly annihilated like those little gods.

After failing to fight back, Ming Yi immediately awakened the power of Night Nuwa. The flames blooming from her clothes intertwined into a solemn ancient god. A Night Mask appeared on her cheek, and the outline of the mask was exactly the same as Nuwa's face.

She has a graceful figure, as if with a dragon's tail. As she leans back gently, the vast earth becomes her fighting garment.

The red-robed saint stands tall in the sky, and the universe behind him seems to be his divine weapon. The boundless dark domain of the universe can be transformed into his extremely cold holy breath, and all the galaxy light can be interwoven into his Jade Emperor Divine Thunder.

And Ming Yi, who was wearing the earth on her back, had all the stars and the earth supporting her the moment she put on the veil of Night Nuwa. She slapped her palm towards the red-robed saint, and the vast earth rose up towards the sky, transforming into the palm power of Earth Nuwa and blasted towards the red-robed saint.

Even the invincible Red Robe Saint of this era had to retreat. He kept flying higher into the sky, but the Earth Palm under his feet was expanding infinitely, as if if he was not strong enough to withstand this blow, the palm power from Ye Nuwa would occupy every ray of space in the sky.

Wu Hen raised his head and opened his mouth. Ming Yi, wearing the veil of Ye Nuwa, even changed her temperament. She was like an ethereal and mysterious god, releasing an extremely powerful aura.

Originally, Wu Hen was still thinking about how he would fight against the Red Robe Saint, but he discovered that Ming Yi had also transformed to a level that was enough to shoulder the responsibility of the times. No wonder they had the courage to travel back in time to change this history.

That's great. Ming Yi is capable of fighting the monsters here. Plus, I have a lot of skills, so I can change this bad situation...

"What are you looking at? Run away!" The Nuwa mask on Ming Yi's cheek suddenly broke into pieces, like a thin layer of paper.

"No...you just did it like that?" Wu Hen was also shocked.

"Our plan is unlikely to succeed, so let's carry out your plan. Without retaining some strength, how can we repair the Seven-Colored Mountains and Seas? This old monster in the red robe can only be killed to death by old age, there is no other way to kill him." Ming Yi has completely cheered up and calmly analyzed the current situation.

If you can’t beat them, can’t you just run away?
What's more, after getting rid of the red-robed old monster and the terrifying immortal of Infinite City, what they have to do is not to defeat these monsters from three hundred years ago, but to plant a seed on the other side of the Seven-Colored Mountains and Seas!
"That makes sense!" Wu Hen had just traveled through time and his mind was still a little unclear. Seeing Ming Yi being bullied, he naturally wanted to confront the Red Robe Saint Ancestor.

Indeed, after forcing the enemy to retreat, the best strategy is to run away quickly.

Ming Yi spread out his Suzaku feathers and flew towards the direction where the sun was setting in Infinite City.

Wu Hen was flying on a sword. His way of flying was slightly different. He didn't step on the sword spirit and fly across the sky gracefully. Instead, he grabbed the flying sword with one hand and let the sword spirit like a beam of black light drag him across the sky. There was no other way, because Wu Hen first encountered the sword with a temper and then learned the art of sword immortal.

From other people's perspective, Wu Hen seemed to be flying with the sword in one hand, like a sword fairy chasing the sun and the moon, so elegant and graceful. However, Ming Yi, who was closer to Wu Hen, was confused. Wu Hen's face was flying because of the fast speed. It didn't look like he was flying normally with a sword. Instead, it looked like he was controlling an out-of-control fairy sword, dragging the unprepared Wu Hen to escape...

"He's chasing us." Ming Yi didn't bother with these small details. When he turned around, he saw that the old monster in red robe had actually followed him. The rolling thunder was like a high-speed cloud storm, swallowing up the horizon.

"Look at me, my ten thousand swords are returning to their origin!" It's time for Wu Hen to show his strength.

"Sword Immortal is supposed to perform sword gestures, right? How can you perform sword gestures if you have to hold it with one hand..." Ming Yi asked.

"My sword spirit is voice-controlled - Xiaoyi, Ten Thousand Swords Return!" Wu Hen shouted at the top of his lungs, with a huge amount of wind pouring into his mouth, causing his speech to become unclear.

Fortunately, Xiaoyi was able to judge by fuzzy sound and knew what Wu Hen wanted.

(End of this chapter)