I Have A Qi Fortune Altar

The Wudang Seven Sons formed a grand array, with waves of Nihility Sword Qi crazily bombarding the formation, but Wanyan Tianba and others did not just stand by; they stepped forward directly to stop it.

At this moment, the Barbarian God had already extended two arms.

The terrifying pressure swept across heaven and earth.

"Senior, this junior has no strength left," Chen Yuan gave a wry smile. The previous sword had completely drained him, and now holding the True Martial Sword was already a challenge.

He could not possibly slash another sword to stop the opponent.

Most importantly, even if he could deliver another slash, it would likely be futile.

The opponent had already extended two hands, impossible to break.

Chen Yuan knew clearly that once the opponent's true body descended, he would not survive either.

But now, there clearly seemed to be no solution.

Moluo pondered for a moment and said solemnly:

"The Barbarian God of the Ancient Gold Royal Court was enraged, which was beyond the expectation of this monk and that person, but we must stop it. Chen Yuan, are you willing to take a gamble?"

Moluo's address changed at this moment, obviously indicating the situation was very unfavorable.

"How do we gamble?"

Chen Yuan raised an eyebrow. Could it be that even at this moment, Moluo had another method?

"By harnessing the power of all living beings, summon the imprint of the Great Emperor of True Martial within the True Martial Immortal Sword. Use its power to completely break the grand array. Once the array is shattered, the opponent cannot descend."

"But even if the array is shattered, can't the opponent's true body ride the air to come?"

The speed of a strong Yang Transformation realm cultivator was already very fast. If it were a Sixth Realm Immortal, wouldn't it take long to cross tens of thousands of miles?

"This time, it was merely due to the opponent being enraged that they chose to descend. If they dare to really attack the Central Plains with their true body from the Royal Court, the Immortal of the Sima Family will definitely awaken.

The other Immortal Sects in the Central Plains will surely join forces to kill it. This time, they only caught us off-guard. I'm afraid once they wipe out Liangzhou City, they will flee directly."

"The Central Plains is very strong. If an Immortal Battle is initiated, the Northern Desert grasslands would not be able to compete...."

"What must I pay?"

Even the always composed Senior Moluo's earnest mention of gambling made Chen Yuan suspect that the backlash this might cause would really be beyond his wildest imaginations.

"You might die...."

"I...."

"Or you might genuinely achieve Nirvana, breakthrough to the Yang Transformation, and this monk will do everything to protect you, and the one from Wudang Mountain will also intervene."

"How much chance is there?"

"Thirty percent."

"Thirty percent...."

Chen Yuan's heart sank instantly. He really did not expect such a situation to arise; it was not what was said before. But at this point, he must take a gamble.

He had no choice!

Because once the Barbarian God descends, it won't just be the hundreds of thousands of people in Liangzhou City that die; Moluo, along with him, might very well die.

Even escaping now seemed a little too late!

Moluo did not rush Chen Yuan but quietly waited for his response.

At this moment, all the strong fighters on the Liangzhou side were engaged in a chaotic battle again, Wei Jinfeng's golden battle armor was stained with blood, forcibly repelling Wanyan Tianba, with the True Martial Seven Styles Array going even more berserk in action.

Several generals, all skilled in Yang Transformation, did not back down, for everyone understood that if the true body of the Barbarian God descended, none of them would survive.

Chen Yuan glanced around, sensing the Qi Fortune Altar deep within his consciousness, and exhaled a long breath:

"Senior... how do we proceed!"

Chen Yuan chose to take a gamble.

If he won, everyone would celebrate joyously, and if he lost, everything would be lost.

Chen Yuan was not a natural gambler, for there was a chance of losing, and if he lost, it would mean his life. Over the years, he seemed to be fighting for his life.

But most of the time, he had a reliance and assurance.

This was his confidence.

He didn't want to gamble,

but he had no other way.

Waiting was certain death; it was better to give it a try, even if it meant a hard confrontation.

Perhaps he could truly, as Senior Moluo said, break the cocoon to become a butterfly, achieve Nirvana and transformation, skipping the accumulation time, and directly advance to the Yang Transformation Realm.

Moluo within the Emperor Slaughter Saber slowly spoke:

"You....."

"Understood."

The words were brief, but Chen Yuan understood them thoroughly. A powerful force surged from within the Emperor Slaughter Saber into his body. He picked up the True Martial Sword again, turned to Wei Jinfeng and the tens of thousands of Beiliang Army and the people in Liangzhou City, and said in a solemn tone:

"Prince, fellow Taoists, comrades, this kind of confrontation is meaningless. Gather all your faith and strength onto me. With the True Martial Sword... let's destroy this grand array!"

The hefty voice spread over dozens of miles, causing everyone to freeze, quickly turning towards Chen Yuan, looking at his withered aura with some reluctance.

Wei Jinfeng let out a long breath:

"Chen Yuan, go, this prince will cover your retreat. The hundreds of thousands of people in Liangzhou will remember you, and in the future, you must avenge us and completely eliminate the Ancient Gold Royal Court."

"Boy, leave quickly, your talent is unrivaled in the world. Dying here would be a waste. Hurry, leave, leave now!" The general of the Earth Camp, Zhou Bo, urgently shouted.

The Seven True Masters of Wudang Mountain looked at each other but remained silent.

However, Song Yingqiao said:

"Take the True Martial Sword back to Wudang Mountain, Chen Yuan.... leave."

Voices urged Chen Yuan to leave, not wanting him to go to his death. With his cultivation, urging the True Martial Sword once more would indeed leave no way out.

"Brother Chen, Wuque considers you a true man, but given the current situation, you should leave quickly. Don't forget, to burn a few sheets of paper for Wuque next year."

Wei Wuque, having killed a Barbarian Clan member of the Reach Profound Realm, wore a relieved smile on his face.