I rely on collecting five blessings to cultivate immortality

Chapter 320 Two Battlefields
In the northern district of Andong City, thunderclouds flickered in the night sky. The monsoon brought water vapor from the ocean, and the torrential rain poured down along the coast.

"Slap." A boot suddenly stepped into a puddle, splashing a puddle of rainwater.

"Hate……"

The owner of the boots frowned and looked down at the wet boots. Then, a string of blue-white electric sparks shot up from his feet, the water vapor rose, and the boots became dry again.

The lightning caught the attention of a couple on the other side of the street. Holding an umbrella, they looked curiously at the vision just now, only to see a woman standing in the rain curtain, letting the rain pour down from their heads.

She didn't open an umbrella, and her short clothes and shorts revealed a large area of ​​wheat-brown skin. She lowered her head and fiddled with her boots. Her short messy hair was intertwined, and she didn't look like she was standing under the rainstorm.

Just when the two were fascinated, a white palm suddenly blocked their eyes.

"Go home." A cold and mature voice sounded from behind.

The couple's eyes were loose, and after a moment of stunned, they turned and left, as if they didn't hear or see anything.

"Don't expose yourself in front of mortals."

The owner of the voice appeared in front of the Maifu woman in an instant, and crossed the entire sixteen-lane asphalt road in one breath.

Yun Piaomiao was wearing a pure white dress, with a thin sword tied around her waist. Her whole body was illuminated by a layer of silver light, and when the raindrops fell on her body, they flickered and disappeared.

"Be careful next time." Lei Cuifu stuck out her tongue and closed one eye to apologize.

Yun Piaomiao's beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, and thunder flashed faintly in her eyes.

"Ha, ha..." Lei Cuifu smiled awkwardly, "Where are the others? Only the two of us found the right place?"

Yun Piaomiao frowned lightly, looking far away at a tall building nearby, a black shadow flickered.

"That's..." Lei Cuifu also noticed the black shadow at this time, and it appeared on the building at some time.

"It seems someone got there before us..."

The man stood on the roof with his hands in his pockets, looking at the two people downstairs with black and white pupils.

"You finally came."

Another figure flashed, Ji Yuanwu's thin face was expressionless, and he walked slowly to the side of the man with different pupils.

Yun Piaomiao and Lei Cuifu also arrived at the top of the building in the blink of an eye, "There are still three more..."

"It's two more."

With beards tied into pigtails, Senior Ji corrected with a smile.

"Senior Gongsun is here too..." Lei Cuifu counted on her fingers, "Then only Senior Jiang and the little girl are left."

"They're here." Ji Yuanwu's voice was weak, like a dying person.

Everyone heard his words and followed his gaze. At the end of the street, a little girl in a black dress was walking alone in the deep rainy night, with a black cat at her feet. Her gait was elegant, just like a scene in a horror movie.

"It seems that everyone has arrived, so only the other side is left..." Lei Cuifu rubbed her wrist, looking eager to try.

"Speaking of which, can the seven of us beat the ten on the other side?"

The little girl had come to them and asked suspiciously.

"Senior, just relax! Don't you know the level of hell?" Lei Cuifu smiled and reached out to touch the little girl, but the latter hit her wrist in an old-fashioned manner.

"coming."

Ji Yuanwu was like a time-telling machine, his sunken eye sockets fixedly stared at the end of the rainy night—a scarlet light lit up among the tall buildings.

"Then let's get started." Yun Miu pulled out the thin sword at her waist, a flash of bright sword light radiated out, the raindrops scattered, and the hem of the snow-white skirt fluttered in the night sky.

The man with different pupils nodded slightly, crushed the spell in his palm, and the pitch-black dome suddenly enlarged, completely covering Andong City under the rainy night.

"I hate it." The little girl looked annoyed, "I don't give you any rest time, Jin Yingyan is simply a devil..."

"Boom!" A loud noise accompanied the smoke and dust, and a tall building turned into powder.

"Be careful!" the little girl protested dissatisfied.

Lei Cuifu's towering figure emerged from behind the smoke, and she rubbed the back of her head apologetically, "I'm sorry, I forgot to change the place..."

"Only nine of them came."

The black cat squatted on top of Lei Traifer's head at some point, its narrow amber pupils reflected the scarlet light in the distance.

"Really, one is missing." Lei Cuifu covered her hands and looked into the distance, as expected, only nine streamers emerged from the scarlet.

"Notify the superiors." Yun Miu frowned lightly, "The remaining one is either hiding nearby, or doing other bad things."

"The letter has been sent."

Ji Yuanwu's body was surrounded by the brilliance from the ten instruments, and a wave of spiritual consciousness rippled from the center of his eyebrows to the distance.

The little girl stretched her slender arms and shouted loudly: "It's a good thing to have one less, I wish they all wouldn't come."

Nine beams of light gradually grew larger in the distance, and under each stream of light was a man wearing a silk official uniform. The leader was wearing a red official uniform, with hard and black beards all over his face. The first Qin Guangwang.

Storms, thunder and lightning, the pitch-black night sky, seven gentlemen lined up standing in the void, the vast spiritual power surged and crushed the concrete and steel buildings with a radius of hundreds of miles, and the battle was imminent.

The real Andong City is still as usual at this time, the summer torrential rain rushes down the roadside, and the sidewalk next to the Longteng Building is full of rainwater.

The owner of the building, Zhu Haoyan, chairman of the Longteng Group, mysteriously disappeared a month ago. The board of directors immediately argued over the distribution of the property. As a result, the entire building was sealed off. There is no light at the moment.

Under the pitch-black building, a hooded figure squatted on the marble steps, watching the rain curtain motionless, and the noisy rain drowned everything out.

After a long time, the street in front of the building suddenly deformed, and the entire space seemed to be grasped by a big hand and twisted into a ball.

A man appeared from the center of the distortion, wearing a pure white official robe that can only be seen in ancient costume dramas, and a hat of the same color. His cheeks were pale and thin, and his eyes were cloudy and dim like half-melted dirty ice.

"I knew you were back." said the hooded man on the steps of the Junlun Dynasty.

The man on the steps did not speak, but slowly took off his black hood, revealing messy short hair and dark eyes.

The Wheel-Running King vaguely caught a glimpse of the flames.

Ren Zhen stood up from the steps and put his hands into the pockets of his black sweatshirt. The heavy rain instantly wet his black hair, and then his whole body became wet.

The King of the Wheel hesitated for a moment, Ren Zhen didn't use his spiritual power to block the rain, and he could hardly feel the spiritual power from the person in front of him.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time."

Ren Zhen stared straight at Zhuan Lun Wang with fiery eyes, which made him feel uneasy.

"You didn't come to walk with me."

The tone of the Wheel-Turning King's question was somewhat suspicious.

Ren Zhen remained silent, only hearing a crisp sound coming from his pocket.

A black curtain quickly passed over the two of them, covering the entire sky.

(End of this chapter)