The Long Journey to Immortality

Chapter 634 Thunder

Mo Zhehan exhaled another wisp of black flame, igniting it in the palm of his left hand, and then applied it like a plaster to the back of his right hand, which had lost its scales.

As if by magic, the flames merged into the flesh and blood, and the scales reappeared.

In terms of recovery ability alone, Mo Zhehan, who only possesses the bloodline of the Candle Dragon, is superior to Han Lu.

It seems that only by advancing to the Golden Core Realm and successfully fusing with the Li Feng bloodline could Han Lu recover from some of her superficial injuries at such a speed.

Mo Zhehan toyed with his short axe in his right hand and asked, "Fairy Han's swordsmanship is quite exquisite. May I ask who your master is?"

This is not the time to show off; Han Lu does not want to flaunt the inheritance she received from Gu Xiufang Lin at this moment.

So, she brought out the Misty Child.

Although it would have been more effective to belittle Piaomiaozi at this time, considering that Elder Songbai was watching the battle from the viewing platform, Han Lu neither exaggerated nor overly modestly replied truthfully, "I am not as good as Fellow Daoist Mo, who is a disciple of the Palace Master of Zhetian Palace. My master is just an ordinary Golden Core Elder in the sect."

Mo Zhehan did not doubt that Han Lu had lied to him, so he took the opportunity to flatter her, saying, "Then it must be that Fairy Han has extraordinary comprehension, which is why she has been able to comprehend such mysterious and unpredictable sword skills in the past thirty years."

Upon hearing this in the lounge, Dong Fengyu smiled without saying a word, thinking to himself, "Junior brother is finally getting the hang of praising people."

Han Lu was not affected by Mo Zhehan's praise. She simply replied, "Just some trivial skills. I'm not as good as Fellow Daoist Mo makes me out to be."

Mo Zhehan stopped there, saying, "Fairy Han is too modest. We are evenly matched. Why don't we both transform into our true spirits now and have a serious contest?"

This time, Mo Zhehan spoke directly, and his words were clearly audible to the audience present and the viewers watching the broadcast in front of the jade stone.

As expected, these words caused a slight commotion on the stage.

Many people even straightened their backs and sat upright, as if they were ready to watch the show seriously.

Unfortunately, Han Lu did not want to grant Mo Zhehan's wish.

Having just used the "Transformation Technique" to neutralize Mo Zhehan's attacks, Han Lu has actually made some progress in this technique, which she already has a rudimentary understanding of.

Han Lu, who was hoping to improve her understanding of word techniques through practice, naturally wouldn't accept Mo Zhehan's suggestion.

She replied, "It's too early."

Just as Mo Zhehan was about to press for more information, Han Lu's next move made him realize what she was up to.

Even during the initial close-quarters battle, Han Lu had already secretly divided the spiritual energy sword within her body into nine separate swords, each concealing its location and flying off to different places to begin setting up an array.

With the sword formation complete, the move originally intended for Chai Tianjiao was successfully used on Mo Zhehan by Han Lu after some delay.

Although Han Lu has already managed to set up five complex sword formations inherited from Fang Lin through her own efforts.

However, Mo Zhehan is considered to be the strongest enemy she has faced since she began cultivating as Han Lu.

Therefore, when fighting Mo Zhehan, Han Lu couldn't help but choose the sword formation that he was most proficient in, set it up, and tried to defeat his enemy with the surging thunder of the "Nine Dragons Thunder Formation".

The sword formation was activated, and the arena was immediately shrouded in darkness. Han Lu used the formation's power to hide in this darkness.

There was a commotion in the audience. Even some Golden Core cultivators with weaker spiritual senses were unable to penetrate the sword formation with their spiritual senses to detect its true nature.

Seeing this, Elder Huo quickly made hand seals to control the magic array that enveloped the arena.

Three breaths later, with the help of the arena's magic array, everything in the sword array became visible to the naked eye.

Of course, all that was in front of Mo Zhehan was darkness, and he could no longer see Han Lu's location with his naked eye.

This wasn't the first time Mo Zhehan had encountered a formation that isolated the five senses. He immediately took out a sapphire-encrusted crown from his storage bag and put it on his head.

Like Han Lu's Beast Eye, this magical artifact is also one that can help Foundation Establishment cultivators to use their divine sense to probe outside their bodies.

Even in terms of quality alone, the crown on Mo Zhehan's head is of a higher standard.

However, this formation was, after all, developed by Senior Fang Lin.

Even if Han Lu has only just achieved minor success in this path, it is not something that a Foundation Establishment cultivator can easily see through by relying on external things.

Wearing the sapphire crown, Mo Zhehan attempted to use his divine sense to leave his body, but found that he could only barely keep his divine sense about twenty meters away from his body.

They could only defend passively and had no way to anticipate Han Lu's location on the arena, which was a massive 10,000 square meters in size.

Despite this, Mo Zhehan was not in a hurry.

He shouted and unleashed a secret external martial arts technique to enhance his body's defense.

He was already nearly two meters tall, and then grew almost half a meter longer, becoming a giant.

A layer of amber color was added to the dark scales on his body, further enhancing Mo Zhehan's already formidable defense.

As Mo Zhehan made a series of preparations, Han Lu was also manipulating the sword formation to gather the power of thunder.

The rumble of thunder gave Mo Zhehan a clue as to what he was about to face.

In anticipation of the impending thunderbolt, Mo Zhehan hurriedly took out a seemingly simple raincoat from his storage bag and put it on.

This raincoat looks tattered and worn, but it is actually a magical artifact specifically designed to ward off lightning.

Knowing how formidable Mo Zhehan was, Han Lu dared not be the slightest bit complacent.

After confirming that Mo Zhehan could not find her approximate location, she prepared for nearly twenty breaths before controlling the spirit sword to release the myriad bolts of lightning that had been accumulating power for a long time.

The thunder was like a violent storm, wave after wave, attacking Mo Zhehan, who was located at the center of the formation, from various angles and in various forms.

To the audience, all they saw were streaks of lightning.

As thousands of bolts of lightning struck simultaneously, Mo Zhehan's figure was completely enveloped in electric light in just a moment, making it impossible to see the general situation with the naked eye.

Even so, Han Lu showed no sign of stopping.

Thunder and lightning raged, and this thunderous offensive, comparable to a "bomber raid," lasted for a full hundred breaths within the sword formation before finally ending.

Once 70% of the lightning power in the sword formation dissipated, Han Lu stopped. While gathering lightning power in the formation again, she observed whether Mo Zhehan, who had been struck by so many lightning bolts, was unharmed or had been electrocuted and rendered unable to fight.

The lightning bolts rolled onto the arena, and the dust kicked up by the destruction quickly dissipated.

The answer to Han Lu's question was a dragon's roar.

The powerful attack of the "Nine Dragons Thunder Formation" was so strong that even Mo Zhehan, who had taken many precautions, could not completely withstand it.

Left with no other choice, Mo Zhehan had to transform into his true spirit form before Han Lu, relying on the powerful physical body of his true spirit to survive this ordeal.

In this round, Han Lu, who was still in a semi-spiritual state, had a slight advantage.

Chapter 635 Holding Hands

After a spectacular show with amazing sound, light, and electricity effects, the battle entered a brief halftime break.

Mo Zhehan, who had transformed into a true spirit, was not unharmed during the violent storm of thunder and lightning.

Mo Zhehan's transformed Zhulong was seven or eight meters long, with numerous brown spots and charred black patterns on the dark scales in the middle of its body.

Han Lu unleashed her sword formation, and the myriad bolts of lightning she summoned ultimately managed to injure him somewhat.

However, such minor injuries and pains are nothing to a true spirit, let alone a true spirit like Zhulong who is skilled in external martial arts and has extremely strong recovery ability.

Using the same old trick, Mo Zhehan once again employed the method he usually used to recover from injuries.

Dark flames ignited between the scales and spread outwards.

Han Lu, who was not far away, did not stop them, but silently retrieved all the spiritual energy swords.

Even if the intention was to harass the organization, a random attack organized in a short time would obviously not be able to cause Mo Zhehan, who had already transformed into a true spirit, any injury sufficient to be fatal or serious.

Since it's pointless, it's better to maintain composure and let this grand spectacle unfold smoothly.

The area that had been clearly discolored by the lightning strike returned to its dark color after the candle flame burned through it.

In an instant, at the cost of a little spiritual power, Mo Zhehan, in his transformed form as the Candle Dragon, completely healed his injuries and returned to his peak condition.

Mo Zhehan's transformation into the Candle Dragon left a deep impression on her, and she was convinced that she would most likely transform into a Phoenix Spirit soon as well.

Only in that way could they possibly inflict an incurable injury on the physically powerful Zhulong, thereby defeating their opponent and winning the arena battle.

After healing his injuries, Mo Zhehan, transformed into a Candle Dragon, moved through the air like a Golden Core cultivator soaring through the sky, changing his posture.

Seeing that Han Lu showed no sign of changing her mind and intending to fight him, he roared and let out a dragon's cry.

Fortunately, the light barrier array at the edge of the arena held it back; otherwise, this dragon's roar might have scared the Qi Refining cultivators in the front row of the stands so much that they would have wet themselves in fear.

Han Lu didn't understand the Dragon Language and couldn't understand what Mo Zhehan was saying.

However, given the current situation, and considering Mo Zhehan's two previous requests for Han Lu to engage in a battle he had never experienced before in her true spirit form, it's conceivable that Mo Zhehan is now making a third request, hoping to stage a fierce battle between a dragon and a phoenix on this arena.

This time, Han Lu shook her head again, refusing to transform into the Three-Winged Phoenix as Mo Zhehan had requested.

She had her own plans and did not want to act according to Venerable Mo Zhehan's wishes.

Mo Zhehan noticed Han Lu shaking her head.

He stopped trying to persuade her and decisively used a movement technique to maximize the speed of his Candle Dragon True Form, launching an attack on Han Lu without warning.

He planned to use his powerful offensive to make Han Lu realize that she could not fight him in her current state, now that he had transformed into a true spirit. Just like when Han Lu used the Thunder Sword Formation, he would force Han Lu to reveal her true spirit form.

In his true form as the Candle Dragon, Mo Zhehan's flying speed increased by three points compared to before.

Even in Han Lu's eyes, the Candle Dragon was almost a phantom.

In the blink of an eye, the distance of nearly 100 meters was covered by the dragon's claws, which were painted with black nail polish, and they had already reached Han Lu.

With a flap of its wings, Han Lu dodged, exhaling a chilling breath that froze the dragon claws that were almost in front of her.

Chai Tianjiao was hit by this move and it took him a full ten breaths and a secret technique to barely break free from the ice.

However, this move is not very effective when used on Mo Zhehan, who has now transformed into the Candle Dragon.

The soul attack carried by the cold air did indeed have some effect on Zhulong. It was only because his eyes were momentarily blurred that Han Lu was able to dodge the sudden attack.

However, Zhulong's mind cleared up in just a moment.

He glanced down at the "ice block" in his hand.

With a little force from the dragon claw, combined with the candlelight magic, the ice block was easily broken open, freeing the claw from its confinement.

Seeing this, many gamblers who had placed bets on Mo Zhehan applauded and cheered for his performance.

Although Han Lu dodged the first attack, the distance between her and Mo Zhehan did not increase.

While melting the ice on its claws, the eight-meter-long Zhulong did not rest. It swam its body and used its tail as a whip to lash at Han Lu.

This time, during the attack, Mo Zhehan predicted Han Lu's flight path and targeted not Han Lu's body, but the pair of wings behind her.

There was no way to avoid it, but Han Lu still didn't want to respond directly with her not-so-powerful physical body under her semi-spiritual transformation.