Longevity through Upgrading Buildings

Chapter 905: Chapter 356: “How Many Divine Thunders Do You Have Left?!

“Only thinking about negotiating terms now?”

Long Zhanye patted the slightly tattered golden armor on his body and shook his neck, producing a series of “crackling” sounds.

“It’s too late. I still contemplated sparing your life earlier, but since you’re courting death yourself, then all of you can just die.”

As Long Zhanye spoke, mana surged madly into the small mountain magical treasure in his hand, causing it to grow visibly larger.

“Daoist Changgeng, I’ll hold him off. You run quickly, escape into the rocky beach, and let the Yin Beast stop him!”

The shout of Xing Shuang echoed in Ji Yuan’s mind.

After speaking, she took a few steps forward, fired several arrows, and forcefully pushed Long Zhanye back.

Ji Yuan stood behind her, watching this Daoist friend who, despite knowing she was no match, still rushed forward to win him a chance for survival.

He couldn’t help but think of Ling Juexiao and Su Yuan…

If they had temperaments like Xing Shuang, Ji Yuan wouldn’t mind intervening early to save them.

Unfortunately, people have their own natures.

And naturally, everyone has their own fate.

Even though Long Zhanye took a few steps back, his hands didn’t stop moving.

Watching as the hill in his hand grew larger, he supported it with one hand and suddenly hurled it out.

Being locked in by the aura and unable to dodge, Xing Shuang drew her longbow, forming a barrier instantly in front of her with the empty bowstring drawn like a full moon.

Just as she thought she might be smashed like Ling Juexiao,

“Clang—”

A deafening collision sound erupted, and as the gigantic shadow came crashing down, she instinctively reached out to block it.

In the sky above the basin, two gigantic mountain peaks collided.

Long Zhanye found that his Thick Earth Peak was not only blocked directly but was also suppressed by the mountain that appeared out of thin air in front of him.

“This…”

The Thick Earth Peak fell to the ground with a dull thud, shaking the very earth.

Ji Yuan looked at his intact Mountain of Mind and Heart, feeling extremely satisfied.

He gestured with his right hand, and the huge hill flew back, landing in his hand and shrinking to the size of his palm.

Facing a late-stage Core Formation cultivator head-on, he naturally used all his strength.

The Transformation Talisman dissipated, revealing his original appearance.

Clad in a green robe, with black hair flying and wide sleeves fluttering, his clothes rustled.

His left hand was placed behind his back, and his right hand supported the divine mountain magical treasure.

Standing behind him, Xing Shuang looked at the figure that appeared out of nowhere and instinctively turned her head.

Not seeing the familiar silhouette, she turned back around and, with a trace of disbelief asked:

“Are… Are you Daoist Changgeng?”

Ji Yuan didn’t turn around again, merely putting away the Mountain of Mind and Heart in his hand, and lightly waved his right hand, forming a sword sign.

The Canglan, Stream Firefly, Thunder Strike, and Blood Kill swords all converged.

Sword lights flashed, and the hidden thunder showed its might.

“Miss Xing, could you assist with overseeing?”

Ji Yuan spoke in his original voice.

Finally realizing, Xing Shuang nodded vigorously, “Alright!”

“Who on earth are you? You’re not an early-stage Core Formation cultivator!”

On the ground, Long Zhanye summoned the Thick Earth Peak to float in his palm once more, and the previous Fang Tian-Hua Halberd appeared in his hand with a flash of spiritual light from his waist storage bag.

His left hand supported the Thick Earth Peak, his right hand wielded the Fang Tian-Hua Halberd.

Covered in a golden armor full of scars, for a moment, Long Zhanye seemed to have regained the feeling of galloping on battlefields in years past.

“Who I am is not important. What’s important is that you’re going to die.”

As Ji Yuan spoke, he waved his hand forward with a seal sign, first sending out the Stream Firefly Sword from his side.

Immediately followed by the Canglan Sword.

The Stream Firefly Sword, which flew out earlier, appeared to contain All Heaven Star Power. The Star Illusion Realm it extended instantly produced dozens of Canglan Swords in the valley.

Lightning locked the space.

Even Long Zhanye felt a tinge of danger for a moment.

With a low shout, he tossed the Thick Earth Peak upwards with his left hand, the small mountain growing in the wind.

Seeing his lifebound magical treasure about to break through the Star Illusion Realm extended by the Stream Firefly Sword, Ji Yuan threw out a third flying sword again.

The Thunder Strike Sword appeared.

“Descend!”

Ji Yuan formed seals with both hands, suddenly activating the Purple Sky Divine Thunder contained within the three Canglan Swords.

“Rumble—”

The Purple Sky Divine Thunder descended, and for a moment, the entire valley seemed to become an ocean of purple lightning.

Electricity intertwined, with thunder crashing down.

Just as it began to surge and break through the illusion realm, the Thick Earth Peak was immediately recalled by Long Zhanye, used to shield himself from the terrifying power of the divine thunder.

Even so, the Purple Sky Divine Thunder striking the Thick Earth Peak still caused dust to fly from his lifebound magical treasure, with chunks of rubble falling off.

‘Damn it, what kind of lightning is this, with such an overwhelming power… and who the heck is this person? Could he really be an early-stage Core Formation or perhaps a personal disciple of some Nascent Soul monster?’

Long Zhanye, feeling his heavily damaged lifebound magical treasure, was heartbroken and also slightly injured.

With the lifebound magical treasure damaged, he was naturally not faring well either.

Seeing the divine thunder’s power around him gradually weakening, Long Zhanye assumed he’d found an opportunity.

He mentally retrieved the Thick Earth Peak, dashing forth instantly, swinging the Fang Tian-Hua Halberd in his hand.

A golden arc cut through, displaying the might of a late-stage Golden Core, breaking through this illusion realm immediately.

Dozens of Canglan Swords vanished, leaving only three, surrounding him from three directions, their tips revealing divine thunder.

His left hand swung out again.

The Thick Earth Peak seemed to transform into a sharp cone, spinning around him.

“Clang clang clang—”

The three Canglan Swords were knocked away.