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At the same time, the instant everyone entered, Zhang Ning suddenly opened his eyes and said with a smile, "You're here. Since that's the case, let's start."
Then, Zhang Ning went directly to an altar, took the steps of the Big Dipper, and began to cast a spell, holding a Ruyi and a magic sword.
As each hand seal was completed, the entire altar emitted a bright light. At the same time, the objects that held the array in each area also emitted dazzling light.
"Good, you've finally arrived. I've been waiting for you for a long time." Zhou Cang said excitedly as he looked at Old Wang and Taiyin descending from the sky.
Drink up!
At this moment, he was eight feet tall. With a loud shout, his already enormous body grew even taller, reaching a full ten feet.
The muscles were enormous, like granite, layered and densely packed, a beautiful sight indeed. At the same time, they were extremely intimidating.
At the same time, the armor on his body also changed. Even the large halberd in his hand flashed with a kind of sentience before growing larger again.
Then, a golden aura emanated from Zhou Cang's body, spreading out within a three-foot radius around him. It could be said that any enemy attack would be unable to cause any harm to Zhou Cang before breaking through this three-foot aura barrier.
This is also why generals in the main world can easily defeat a hundred or even a thousand men once they reach the third rank.
With a simple chop, Lao Wang and Taiyin suddenly felt immense pressure. A heavy feeling came over them, pressing down on their hearts.
At the same time, the great halberd charged forward relentlessly, producing a tremendous sound. Reflected in each other's presence, Zhou Cang suddenly appeared inexplicably taller in their eyes.
"How can we martial artists be defeated by difficulties? The stronger the enemy, the more excited I become."
No sooner had he finished speaking than Old Wang regained his fighting spirit. He was like a man possessed, and with a wave of his right hand, a long spear appeared.
Fortunately, the formation had a relatively large space, providing ample room for maneuver. Otherwise, the spear, over ten feet long, would have been nothing more than a burden.
"My spear is named Loneliness, and it belongs to a famous general of ancient times. I humbly request your guidance." With the appearance of Loneliness, Old Wang seemed to change completely, emanating a strong aura of killing intent. Even the surrounding temperature seemed to drop significantly.
Then, the refined ice and fire energies emerged, making the already impressive Lonely Spear even more beautiful. A layer of radiant light now enveloped its gleaming surface.
"Alright, take my knife first," Zhou Cang said in a loud voice.
boom
It was like a comet colliding with Earth, swords clashing. With a deafening roar, Old Wang was sent flying. Zhou Cang, on the other hand, only took three steps back. In that instant, the difference in skill was immediately apparent.
"Not bad, in terms of pure technique, you're alright. But your strength is really lacking, it feels like you're all show and no substance, just like those pretty boys," Zhou Cang commented.
As he spoke, his body shone with golden light, and countless tiny streams of ice and fire energy visibly and rapidly departed from his body. Clearly, he would return to normal in at most a breath or two.
However, at this very moment, the Yin, which had remained dormant until now, moved. Just as Zhou Cang's old power had dissipated and new power had yet to arise, the Yin moved.
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Chapter 76: Three tufts of hair still sticking out on his head?
It must be said that Taiyin chose a very good time, as Zhou Cang was in his most vulnerable and distracted state at that moment.
Without a sound, a hand as white as jade broke through the outer protective aura and landed directly on Zhou Cang's thick, broad chest. Immediately afterward, a gloomy, dark power erupted.
"Haha, this palm strike contains all sorts of spells that can bewitch, slow down, decelerate, and intensify pain. It must be quite unpleasant to experience," Taiyin said with a laugh, looking at her right hand.
His right palm was now covered in runes. These runes were small, almost miniature, but very effective. At least for now, the surprise attack had yielded satisfactory results.
Then, before Zhou Cang could react, Taiyin launched a series of attacks. Utilizing the contrast in their sizes, she appeared sometimes behind Zhou Cang and sometimes in front of him.
Compared to the normally sized Taiyin, Zhou Cang, who was ten feet tall, was like a cat and a mouse. One was tall and incredibly strong, while the other was lively, agile, and quick.
After all, the broadsword is really inconvenient in close combat. Often, before you can even turn your head, Taiyin has already run off in another direction.
However, Zhou Cang was not stupid. He simply abandoned his weapon and engaged in a friendly, hand-to-hand combat with Taiyin.
Soon, accompanied by loud thuds, the two exchanged dozens of blows within just a few breaths.
At this moment, Zhou Cang's body was covered with numerous marks, many of which appeared pitch black, clearly indicating poisoning. In other places, his skin was torn open, and blood was gushing out.
However, upon closer inspection, it becomes clear that these are all minor injuries or cuts to the flesh. Although they appear to be covered in blood, considering their enormous size, such a small amount of blood is insignificant.
Meanwhile, Taiyin was in a much worse state. Her hair bun was ruined, and half of it was gone. Her Taoist robe was also torn. Her left arm hung limply, all indicating that it was now useless.
However, considering Taiyin's profession—she's just a Taoist priest—it's already quite impressive that she could fight Zhou Cang, who follows the path of body refinement, to this extent.
"What a disgusting little worm, but what's the use? In the face of absolute power, these petty tricks and clever schemes are meaningless," Zhou Cang said confidently.
"reply."
After speaking, Zhou Cang stood still. He took a deep breath and quickly adjusted his state. At the same time, a beam of spiritual light descended from the sky and entered his body.
Then, his aura suddenly surged once again. Even his wounds healed completely, as if nothing had ever happened.
Seeing Zhou Cang acting as if nothing was wrong, Taiyin immediately became unhappy.
"This damned formation has a boost for him. Many minor spells are completely useless to him. He's even immune to more than half of the spells. I don't know if it's because he's in the formation or if he's just naturally this resilient. Old Wang, I'll leave the rest to you," Zhu Peng said, shaking his head.
After saying that, he immediately took out a healing talisman and began to heal his injuries. At the same time, he retreated several dozen feet, handing the battlefield back to Old Wang.
"Please invite the Great God, please invite the God to possess me."
As soon as he finished speaking, a long-accumulated power of incense energy emerged and permeated Wang Zongchao's body. At the same time, his entire body underwent a tremendous change.
Like a balloon, it swelled up to a full ten feet in size. Its muscles were clearly defined, with sharp, angular lines. It looked quite powerful.
"We respectfully invite the Great Sage Sun to possess us."
As if it were a command, the moment those words were uttered, Old Wang transformed into a giant black ape, and even his aura increased by three points.