Chapter 49: Grey Robe Iron Face

  Nine grey-robed iron-faced men who could traverse the Sea of Thorns and slaughter their way to Iron Shoe Street were undoubtedly extraordinary experts, yet they all listened to the commands of the young girl Langya.

  Liang Xin couldn't see through Lang Ya's identity, and even more so, he couldn't understand why Lang Ya always followed him. He tried to play dumb, saying: "They won't leave, I won't leave." As he spoke, he drew a circle with his chin, encompassing everyone around them.

  Langya seemed quite generous, although the delicate eyebrows and eyes had already hung up an uncontrollable anxiety, he still slightly waved his hand, facing the nine iron-faced subordinates, saying: "Take them all away, let's go together!"

  Song Hongpao hastily shouted in a hoarse voice: "And take Xiao Dao with you... bring Zheng Xiaodao..."

  Figures flashed, several important figures were carried on their backs by the gray cloak and iron face, even Hei Bai Wuchang took advantage of it. Then nine masters stepped forward, taking turns to urge the divine power to kill all the way to Guanwai.

  Above and below, everywhere was the man-eating demonic vine, either entwining or swinging down, while the nine gray-robed figures seemed to have an endless supply of true essence. Spell after spell was cast out without pause, constantly suppressing the formation. With feet moving like the wind, they actually managed to force a path out from within the endless vines.

  Mr. Dongling looked more and more surprised, frowning and asking Langya who was tightly protected by nine gray robes: "What kind of people are you?"

  Dong Ling's cultivation had already entered the realm of Xuanji, although he hadn't reached the stage of great completion, but was still in the middle, and could see through the cultivation of ordinary cultivators at a glance. Among these nine gray-robed men, seven were five-step great accomplishment cultivators, and the other two were even more astonishing, having barely entered the ranks of six-step cultivators! However, even so, whether they could break out of the killing array was still only a fifty-fifty chance.

  Facing Dongling's inquiry, Langya smiled and shook her head without speaking.

  The entire Tong River has been completely submerged in green fields at this moment. Wherever people pass by, they are filled with blood-stained cyan vines!

  The monk who had escaped earlier was nowhere to be seen, and Liang Xin understood that with the cultivation of those people, there was no chance of survival in Tongchuan Prefecture. The monks were like this, let alone the ordinary civilians in the city... People cried and shouted as they scattered in all directions, but in the end, they were escaping from one vine to another, and there was no way out in Tongchuan City!

  Song Hongpao crouched behind a gray-robed, iron-faced man, constantly flipping his fierce eyes to scan the surrounding situation. From time to time, he stretched out his dark purple tongue and licked his lips, finally fixing his gaze on Liang Xin's face. He let out a strange laugh: "Little boy, who are you? You're shouting loudly, wanting to save us?"

  Mr. Dong also had this question and nodded along with him.

  Li Xing asked Dong Lingdao, "I remember not long ago, you said that I and your old friend looked similar. Is your old friend Liang Yier?"

  Mr. Dongling was stunned and asked back: "How did you know?"

  Li Xing burst out laughing: "Sir, do you know Li Fengxi?" Dong Ling hadn't spoken yet when Song Hongpao chimed in with a strange tone: "That little devil? With such a big golden mole on his face, wasn't he the Li Fengxi who followed the master back then?" Immediately, the dwarf's tone became even heavier: "You little brat, who are you exactly!"

  Mr. Dong's reaction was extremely quick, and in the space of two sentences, he had already turned over seven or eight ideas in his mind. His face suddenly changed to one of shock: "You are... you also have the surname Liang, you are Mr. Liang's..."

  Liang Xin smiled and nodded, but at the same time felt a bit depressed in his heart. He didn't know whether his ancestors had good or bad relationships with others back then. These superior people would mention Liang Yier with admiration on their faces, but no one thought of going to Su Huo Street to rescue him, it was still Old Uncle who was the best!

  At this time, a line of people had already rushed to the edge of the city gate, and the surrounding long vines became more and more dense. The thick city wall of Tongchuan Prefecture was full of hideous cracks, and the vines shook their heads and tails from the gaps, desperately pushing their bodies!

  Nine powerful experts were suppressed by the increasingly turbulent Teng Hai, and the violent drinking of a path that could pierce gold and split stones was thrown out, but only a small gap could be opened.

  Every step was extremely difficult, fortunately, leaving the city is imminent, and most of the killing array's power lies within the city walls.

  Liang Xin, Qing Mo, Hei Bai Wu Chang and others were gritting their teeth and exerting themselves along with Hui Pao Zi when the muffled thunder in the sky suddenly grew louder, like an ancient evil beast roaring and rushing into the depths of everyone's eardrums from the ninth heaven!

  The three-step repair of Liang Xinzi was shaken by this thunderbolt, and his blood gas was boiling. Looking at Qingmo again, his face was pale.

  Nine grey robes stopped in unison, as if they had caught wind of a dangerous wolf.

  After a moment of silence, the entire earth suddenly shook violently, as if some terrifying monster was breaking free from its shackles and pouncing out from the depths of the earth. The nine experts also seemed to have thought of something, and suddenly let out a series of urgent whistling sounds, each person loudly chanting their true mantra, exerting all their cultivation, and frantically striking the long vines, only hoping to leave this place one step faster.

  Mr. Dongling, with a hoarse laugh, said: "This is the terrible place of Liu Anhua Ming, after the long vines have rolled, it will be the sitting spring mud, and the killing array will cover the entire place, turning into dust and flying ash." Then he looked at Song Hongpao, the big-headed dwarf, and said: "It's because this is the most difficult battle to fight, that's why I asked you to take action."

  Song Hongpao sneered coldly, while the others were already too busy to say anything else. The nine gray-robed men went all out, but their speed still couldn't be increased. Langya walked among them, lightly biting her lip, and suddenly a long silver needle appeared in her hand. She swiftly moved her body, inserting the silver needles into the ribs of the nine iron-faced men!

  Long needles pierced the body, and nine grey-robed iron-faced men simultaneously let out a mournful long howl. Under the painful wails, everyone's momentum suddenly surged, summoning their Daoist magical powers, which increased in power by more than double!

  Mr Dongling was extremely surprised and exclaimed, staring at Langya: "Evil magic?!"

  Her bright smile sparkled as she replied with a mysterious tone: "Mutual!"

  The earth shook like a sieve, the thunder cracked the sky, the rain poured down like crazy, the divine law was wailing, and the mortal people were crying out in despair before death... Liang Xin's heart was not feeling well, but he didn't know whether to blame it on the Cultivation Sect, the Eight Great Heavenly Gates, or Mr. Dongzhi who planned all this but ultimately failed.

  Finally, the pressure around him suddenly eased, and the scenery in front of him also brightened up a lot. The group finally broke through the barrier of the long vines and rushed out of Tongchuan Prefecture. However, there was not a hint of relaxation on Langya's face, and he kept urging his subordinates to continue their frantic dash.

  They broke free from the sprawling vines, and nine grey-robed figures simultaneously cast their spells. They flew swiftly through the air like lightning, exerting great effort to escape the Copper River Prefecture. Liang Xin felt a rush of wind in his ears as the scenery before him flashed by rapidly. After about half an incense stick's worth of time, a deafening crash shook the sky, coming from behind them. Turning back to look, they saw that the border town was now erupting with smoke and dust that shot into the sky, and a massive shockwave visible to the naked eye swept out in all directions, catching up to the group in an instant...

  A shrill wind howl, a force almost strong enough to snap bones, a rumbling massive shock...

  Liáng Xīn only felt the sky spinning and the earth rotating, his body involuntarily spinning with the wild wind, perhaps the next moment he would be torn to shreds...

  After an unknown period of time, the sky and earth finally returned to calmness. Everyone had fallen from mid-air to the ground. Liang Xin slowly regained his senses and hurriedly went to look for Qing Mo... Qing Mo was also blown dizzy by the wild wind, even his illusory magic was scattered. Now he had transformed back into a round-faced sweet boy with two big eyes that still couldn't focus properly. He looked at Hei Wu Chang and said: "Liang Xin, don't sway..."

  Hei Wuchang's leg was broken and Bai Wuchang's arm was fractured, both brothers fainted from the pain. Zheng Xiaodao was still in a coma, Shi was tightly hugging his wooden box, Dongli and Song Hongpao were fine, the nine Qingpao Iron-faced men sat on the ground, Langya was facing away from Liang Xin, head lowered, doing something unknown.

  Liang Xin saw that everyone was still alive, and he finally let out a breath of relief. Suddenly, he thought of something and his two hands began to frantically search his body. The Yangshou evil bow was still there, the Yougui Wuxin bottle in his pack was still there, but the sheep horn crisp on his head was gone.

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  Let out a mouthful of stale air, the plot of Tong Chuan is written too tedious.

  From the moment Liang Xin came out of the mountain, he has been creating momentum for this big chaos. To be honest, I couldn't see what it was written into, but the intricate thoughts in between were absolutely the most difficult time for me since I started typing.

  And then there's Xuan Pu's downfall from the worship to the final defeat, I used all my writing skills on a supporting character, which is also a weird and wonderful thing...

  Still the same sentence, I hope you like it. When I saw **, I felt that it was worth my effort to be nosy, hehe.

  Also, I know everyone is looking forward to Dong Ling's comeback, and I was hesitant too, wanting to write a thrilling reversal of fortune, but in the end, I gave up. I believe that the main characters will ultimately triumph, but that doesn't mean they won't fail, and for this story, a dramatic comeback isn't the right time yet. Sorry to those who are disappointed. Maybe this is one of the reasons why my grades aren't good.

  Finally, I'd like to give a 14-character sendoff to Xuan Paoxiao, Song Hongpao and Liang Xin:

  Sailing across the vast ocean, sometimes we'll harness the wind and ride the waves, with our sails straight up, crossing the boundless blue waters!

  Also to my brothers and sisters, let us strive together.

  (Say, I didn't get it wrong, did I...)