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Chapter 695 - 695 243 The Heaven-Overturning Seal Descends!

695: Chapter 243: The Heaven-Overturning Seal Descends!

_3 695: Chapter 243: The Heaven-Overturning Seal Descends!

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The presence of that emerald Great Turtle Shell provided a strong sense of security.

The bombardment by a group of masters, including the offensive tactics of Ancestor Witch Xuan Ming, succeeded only in making the Great Turtle Shell shake and wobble.

“Without a sacrificial treasure, you can’t break through our precious shell!”

Mother Gui Ling said triumphantly:

“Release Immortal Huanglong now, or I’ll have to unleash the Immortal Sword and stab you!”

A few masked men in black instinctively fled backward.

The corner of Ancestor Witch Xuan Ming’s mouth twitched slightly.

She transformed into her true form and bombarded the shell below with a tempestuous fury, but the shell remained as unyielding as ever, only shaking slightly more than before.

Seeing this, Li Ping’an was greatly relieved.

He began to diligently investigate this ‘underground city’, and soon found several locations covered by Formations.

The treasure vault of the Witch Clan?

Li Ping’an’s Immortal Consciousness slowly probed each location, he called upon the Cangyue Bead in his heart, and with the help of the Spiritual Power of the Cangyue Bead, he began refilling Mana for Immortal Huanglong.

Suddenly, he let out a light sound of surprise, as his Immortal Consciousness began to converge towards a location directly below the Treasure Hall.

It was…

A prison cage?

…

Inside the Great Turtle Shell.

Mother Gui Ling, Guilingling, stood with her arms akimbo, looking up, her lips slightly pursed.

Behind her, Qing Su, Wang Shan, and the four trusted aides were safe and sound.

They had not even had the chance to make a move before being protected inside the shell by Guilingling.

At the moment, they were unable to take action and could only stand there, dumbfounded.

This huge turtle shell appeared to have a diameter of several hundred zhang from the outside, but the interior space was no more than a single room.

Mother Gui Ling turned around, somewhat sullenly she said, “I can’t believe these people actually dared to attack me.

Don’t they know that my Brothers and Sisters all come from fierce backgrounds?”

Wang Shan smiled and bowed slightly, “Thank you for your assistance, elder.

Now, their entire attention has turned toward us.”

“Ah, if only I hadn’t been sealed by the Heavenly Dao,” Guilingling sighed, “Although I’m not adept at offensive skills, armed with the Immortal Sword, I could fight anyone except the Sect Hierarch.

Right now, I can only be hit here, and although they can’t really hurt me, it’s still pretty frustrating.”

Qing Su asked, “Is this your true form, elder?”

“Just call me Lingling!

I’ll call you Qingqing!

Didn’t we agree on that?”

Guilingling said with a smile:

“Actually, this was a shell I shed before, which I’ve refined into a Divine Skill.

“If they had the capability, breaking through the outermost shell would reveal another forty-eight layers!

“This is what they call, ‘uniting the seven sevens, perfecting the defense!'”

Qing Su said with bewilderment, “Such a Divine Skill must have taken a vast amount of time…

why not cultivate some offensive techniques?

The best defense is a good offense.”

Guilingling hummed lightly.

Curiosity filled Qing Su’s eyes.

Guilingling puffed up her cheeks and muttered, “It’s definitely not because I’m afraid of pain.”

“This kind of defense is pretty good,” Qing Su said, “They really have to expend a lot of energy.”

“Eh?”

Guilingling suddenly looked up: “A master is coming!”

No sooner had she spoken than the boundless miasma clouds above suddenly dispersed in all directions, and layers upon layers of petals emerged from the dark grey cloud of miasma.

The group of masters below looked up to see Daoist Qia Feng letting out a sharp whistle, and the seven masked men disappeared in a blink, fleeing in every direction.

They could escape, but the home of the Witch Clan was here.

Ancestor Witch Xuan Ming looked up, took a sharp breath, and in an instant, she transformed into the enormous body of the Ancestor Witch, her dual pairs of wings slowly fluttering.

Endless Spiritual Energy converged toward her as her body began rapidly expanding.

A hundred zhang tall, a thousand zhang tall, then three thousand zhang tall!

Ancestor Witch resembled a mountain, roaring at the miasma cloud above, as the green snake hanging by her ear transformed into a giant python, ready to surge toward the sky.

Hum——

The cosmos trembled, and within a thousand li, the endless miasma evaporated, cleared away.

In the sky, a giant square seal, a thousand zhang on each side, appeared as if it were plummeting from a great height, and now a wall of fire emerged at its edges.

It came with an indescribable oppressive Spiritual Pressure, as if the heavens were falling and the earth was splitting, the sky and earth were about to close!

Ancestor Witch Xuan Ming bellowed furiously and rose to collide with the massive seal.

Looking upward along the edge of the seal, past the height of a thousand zhang, one could see a middle-aged Daoist standing proudly.

He raised his left hand, invoking the force of the heavens, and slowly pressed down with his right hand.

Rumbling!

The massive seal trembled slightly, halting its descent.

Ancestor Witch Xuan Ming’s gigantic form fell from beneath the seal, her immense body showed countless cracks and quickly collapsed, then rapidly reassembled into a several-hundred-zhang-tall true form of the Ancestor Witch.

As she lifted her gaze to the firmament, her eyes were filled with shock.

Even though she had not yet recovered from the severe injuries she sustained in ancient times;

Even though she had expended too much of her essence blood in creating Chiyou’s army beforehand;

She was an Ancestral Witch, the Ancestor of Rain, an Innate Spirit, holding command over the Great Dao of Rain.

How could she be so easily suppressed by a disciple of a Sect Hierarch!

Xuan Ming’s eyes were brimming with rage, her hair standing on end, ready to soar to the heavens once more.

But the giant seal disappeared in an instant.

Streams of sunlight fell down, and the boundless cloud of miasma surged back into place.

The middle-aged Daoist in the high sky descended slowly atop a white cloud, holding the giant seal in his left hand, his right hand casually behind his back, he said in a calm voice:

“Daoist friend, release him.”

The one who spoke for the Chan Teaching, Guang Chengzi!