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Chapter 686 - 585: Humans, they are also a kind of changeable architecture! [Seeking Subscriptions, Seeking Monthly Tickets]_2

Chapter 686: Chapter 585: Humans, they are also a kind of changeable architecture! [Seeking Subscriptions, Seeking Monthly Tickets]_2

The Ruined Hall was shaking continuously as the pill furnace was slowly devoured by the paper.

"Boom!"

When only three legs of the pill furnace remained, a stream of light was struck down.

"Wow!"

San Baby fell in front of Wang Zijia, spitting out black evil ghost’s heart blood, which dissipated into a cloud of ghost Qi, and the entire ghost wilted.

A frown appeared on Wang Zijia’s face. Suddenly, several black spirit light fireballs rushed towards him.

The wilted San Baby charged up again and directly collided with the fireballs.

"Boom Boom!"

"Bang!"

Amid the vast explosion, San Baby was thrown out again like a cannonball.

Wang Zijia seized the opportunity to exert his strength forcefully, and the pill furnace was almost swallowed.

The paper was slightly trembling, in the process of rapidly shrinking, it disappeared inside Wang Zijia.

"Faux Spirit Borrow Way: Gui Ling’er!"

In an instant, Wang Zijia’s mana skyrocketed. He gestured towards the distance, and San Baby transitioned into a dim longsword of spirit light, flying back to him.

Before the enemy could rush in, Wang Zijia took the initiative to rush out of the broken Great Hall.

The sky’s battle was divided into two waves.

Disciples in red gowns were attacking Wu Baby, a full dozens of infant gods, and perfected beings, led by a primordial spirit monster suspected to be an assistant hall master, formed an eerie array.

Among these people, some had completely become mummies, some only had half a body left, and the leader only had a small part of his body looking like a mummy.

They were attacking Wu Baby, condemning the Sinners, oblivious to their own strangeness.

On the other side of the battlefield was the strange hall master who rushed in earlier and only had half a skull in a mummified state.

He was now controlling an illusory big cauldron. Black and red flames formed an odd array, trapping Da Baby, Er Baby, and Si Baby.

Constantly burning them with flames, bombing them with spells, the three ghosts were exhausted.

Clearly, the changes to the entire Alchemy Palace were slightly different. For some reason, it wasn’t the buildings that morphed, but the people.

Or to say, these people were part of the morphed buildings!

At this moment, whether it was Wu Baby or the other three ghosts, they were all injured, full of dust and dirt, with various wounds emitting billows of burnt smells from the black flames, but they were still fighting desperately.

Wang Zijia looked at the scene, slightly surprised.

The next moment, his mana skyrocketed, and an enormous illusory Dragon Turtle appeared above his head.

It seemed that all of the strange Daoists in the sky had self-awareness. They even thought they were still alive and could think

Feeling Wang Zijia’s movements, they simultaneously stopped whatever they were doing, a sword light and a black fireball rushed towards Wang Zijia.

’Tyrant: Cold Ice Breath!’

The Dragon Turtle on his head opened its mouth, spewing out an endless stream of cold.

In an instant, like the Milky Way inverting its course, the surging cold current poured down, swallow the approaching sword light and black fireball in a flash.

For the mummies who couldn’t dodge in time, they all turned into ice sculptures, fell onto the ruined buildings below from the air, shattered and dissipated into black smoke.

At the same time, Wang Zijia kept moving. His mana increased rapidly.

’Tyrant: Frost Storm!’

The Five Ghosts transformed into strange frost blades, charging into the Cold Ice Breath, continually rolling.

The next moment, the area where disciples were attacking Wu Baby was enveloped by a Frost Tornado, forming a strange situation, constantly stirring.

Frost flowers began to appear all over the disciples’ bodies. Their movements became slow. The assistant hall master at the primordial spirit realm attacked by the Frost Blades formed by the Five Ghosts was hard-pressed; defeat was inevitable.

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At the other end of the battlefield, with the disappears of the three ghosts, the Alchemy Palace’s hall master, who was at the peak of the Primordial Spirit Realm, had a chance to free his hands and directly rushed towards Wang Zijia.

As Wang Zijia was casting his second spell, countless black fireballs began to appear around that hall master.

The fireballs, the size of a fist, overlapped to form an Eight Trigrams pattern, speedily cage Wang Zijia within.

The strong lock-in made Wang Zijia feel a stinging sensation, as if everything was on the edge of being burnt to ashes.

’Tyrant: Frost Guard!’

The illusory Dragon Turtle above his head transformed into a huge Cold Ice Turtle Shell, encapsulating Wang Zijia within.

"Boom Boom!"

Having just finished his defense, Wang Zijia was hit directly by the Eight Trigrams Fireball.

"Crack!"

A strong explosion repeatedly struck, and cracks rapidly appeared on the surface of his Cold Ice Turtle Shell.

"Bang!"

After a while, just before the fireball was about to exhaust, the Cold Ice Turtle Shell exploded into fragments first.

The black, surging Sea of Fire drowned Wang Zijia completely.

Before the hall master could do anything, a slight ripple appeared in the space behind him. Silently slipping out was Wang Zijia, dressed in Broken Lava Armor, thrusting his lightning-fast Long Spear entwined with a Golden Dragon towards the Hall Master’s head without turning back.

By the time the hall master sensed the danger, it was too late to turn around.

However, the illusory Eight Trigrams Cauldron on top of his head reacted faster than him. It descended instinctively as if on its own, flipping the Hall Master upside down and into it.

"Dang!"

The spear and the cauldron, two magical artifacts, collided, producing a sound like that of gold and iron clashing.

The immense force made the cauldron and spear shiver, the Eight Trigrams Furnace was even knocked back slightly, and the spear shattered instantly. Wang Zijia also swooped back into the void.

While swooping backward, he did not cease the movements of his hands.

His right hand trembled and stiffened, but his left hand continued to change, directly forming seals single-handedly.

’Tyrant - Cloud Rain: summon the ice rain!’

The sky was filled with frost and wind. A small cloud of frost enveloped the Eight Trigrams Cauldron. As soon as the cauldron was just opened, countless ice cones fell like rain.

The Eight Trigrams Furnace blocked the ice rain like a shield.

However, during the process when the Eight Trigrams Furnace blocked again, the ice cones exploded continuously, and clusters of extremely cold frost Qi infected it, causing it to slowly freeze over and lose its flexibility.

"You beast, you’re courting death!"

The hall master was in a miserable state due to Wang Zijia’s raging attack, even frost had formed on his eyebrows.

Enraged, his body rose with black flames. Under such burning, the head of his mummified body quickly spread, and a strange change obviously began to intensify.

Feeling its rising aura, Wang Zijia was inwardly startled.

He was afraid that if he dragged it on, this guy would undergo a strange transformation and upgrade!

His eyes flashed with cold light. His recovered right hand grasped at the air, and a Crystal Red Shattered Long Spear appeared again. Holding the spear, Wang Zijia turned into streaming light and directly charged forward.

"I’m going to turn you, this monster, into a blood pill!"

As his words echoed, the flames spread across the sky. The Eight Trigrams Furnace in the sky, which was resisting the frost, rain, and hail, vibrated and slowly enlarged.

However, Wang Zijia ignored it and rushed into the Sea of Fire, going straight to the Corpse Hall Master.

Even with the Crystal Shield attached to him, Wang Zijia, who entered the Sea of Fire, felt as if his whole body was being burnt. Various distractions sprang up in his mind, causing his actions to stiffen and slow for a moment.

The Corpse Hall Master, with a cold light on his face, threw out an Eight Trigram Diagram that covered the stiffened Wang Zijia.

His eyes were shining with a strange light as if he was about to refine Wang Zijia directly.

Just when he thought he had succeeded, a phantom appeared suddenly behind him, and an empty Wang Zijia emerged from it.

"What!"

The Corpse Hall Master felt something, and the Eight Trigrams Furnace in the sky vibrated, ready to turn upside down again.

"Pop, pop!"

However, at that moment, the rain of Ice Cones exploded simultaneously, temporarily freezing the Eight Trigrams Cauldron and disrupting its aid.

The Corpse Hall Master’s body was enveloped in soaring flames, and facing him was a human skin cover as huge as a curtain, which draped down over him.

"Ssshhh!"

As the fire burned the human skin, oil sizzled and fried, the human skin quickly enveloped the Corpse Taoist. As it squirmed, a severely burnt Wang Zijia emerged slowly.

As the hall master turned into a burnt Wang Zijia, the black flames in the sky receded, and another Wang Zijia emerged from the flames.

At this point, whether it was the Eight Trigrams Cauldron in the sky or the Eight Trigrams Array in the Sea of Fire, all had dissipated.

Both the separated body controlled by the Infant God and the scorched body controlled by the skin device were panting heavily at this moment.

It wasn’t that they exhausted significantly, but because to quickly deal with this guy, Wang Zijia forcibly endured the black flames and wore human skin, it was too painful!

He did this, mainly because he was afraid this guy might undergo a second strange transformation. If he indeed became a Tribulation Crossing Strange Creature, they might not only fail to win even after a half-day of magical contest but also have to run away!

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