Chapter 120: Chapter 92: Killing Cheng Huang, accept the inheritance of ’Night God’!_1
"Carry...? Carry a corpse??"
The moment Mao Ruxue heard these words from Chen Chang’an, she was left utterly baffled.
From where did a corpse come from under the mountain?
And more importantly, shouldn’t we be concerned about Cheng Huang right now?
What’s the deal with a corpse?
However, Chen Chang’an didn’t respond to Mao Ruxue’s confusion.
Instead, he said to her:
"Right, it’s getting late. You should go back and rest, junior sister."
Then he stood up and left.
When he reached the doorway of his room, Chen Chang’an turned his head slightly to look down the mountain and nodded satisfied.
He didn’t expect to only test the power of the Formation slightly, and it seems to be quite good.
However.
There were some flaws.
Burning the Essence Blood at every turn was not acceptable.
It seemed he needed to find an Eight Realm Master Formation to add in first.
What to find?
What about adding some Primordial Dao patterns?
At this thought, Chen Chang’an fell into a brief contemplation.
It seemed very feasible at that instant.
However, the only trouble was.
The Primordial Dao patterns were not so easy to arrange.
They required many things, a few of which he did not have.
Forget it, just go with the flow.
It wouldn’t be too late to arrange them when conditions allowed.
With that thought, Chen Chang’an shook his head, set down this matter for now, and returned to his room.
Chen Chang’an left, but Mao Ruxue still stood there, somewhat at a loss.
She wanted to stay here, but had been given notice to leave by Chen Chang’an.
It would clearly be inappropriate to stay any longer.
However, leaving didn’t seem like a good option either.
She knew that a fearsome Great Demon was attacking the Formation outside.
If he managed to sneak in, what would happen then?
Still, in the end, after further consideration, Mao Ruxue decided to return to her room and continue her normal routine.
After all, she couldn’t expose herself.
As a result, Mao Ruxue spent the entire night unable to sleep.
She was always worried that Cheng Huang halfway up the mountain could cause trouble at any time.
.....
Not only was Mao Ruxue sleepless all night, but Cheng Huang on the mountainside was too.
He spent the whole night continuously ’entering the Formation’ and ’breaking the Formation’.
Breaking one Formation led to another!
Each Formation only seemed to be at the third or fourth level on the surface, but the lethal power within was comparable or even surpassed that of the invincible seventh-level Formations.
Burning the Essence Blood!
Essence Blood Burning!
Blood Demon Escape!
All night, he was frantically using these three techniques!
It was necessary, he had no choice!
If he used them less or delayed by even a second, he would have definitely died!
However.
Despite all this, the injuries he sustained overnight were horrific.
Not only was there hardly any Essence Blood left in his body.
He was also covered in horrific Dao injuries all over his body!
Under the influence of these Dao injuries, he looked as feeble as an elderly man in his twilight years!
Ran out of steam~!
"Senior... senior, spare me! I know I’m wrong, senior, please let me go!"
After finally being unable to stand the torment, Cheng Huang cried out in desperation towards the mountain.
However, there was no response.
His cries fell on deaf ears, receiving no answer at all.
The only thing that replied to him was the boundless, endless sea of Formations in the sky!
Cheng Huang was in despair, utterly despairing.
He couldn’t get out of this infinite sea of Formations!
At this moment, he regretted coming here.
Buzz, buzz~!
"Cheng Huang, are you really sorry?"
However, just as Cheng Huang was falling into despair, along with a buzzing sound.
A man appeared in front of him.
The man was dressed in white, holding a white feather fan, with a warm smile on his face.
He stood there, as if he was one with the Heaven and Earth.
Elegant and unparalleled!
However, this gentle man in Cheng Huang’s eyes made his heart tremble uncontrollably.
"Cheng Huang, are you truly sorry?"
The man asked again, his smiling face seeming somewhat insincere.
This man was Chen Chang’an!
"Chen Chang’an of Tianshui?"
Seeing Chen Chang’an, Cheng Huang’s spirit revived with a jolt.
Having been here for so long, enduring so much torture, he finally saw the main culprit.
Immediately, Cheng Huang wanted to fight back!
Indeed, he couldn’t handle the Formations covering the sky, but to combat Chen Chang’an in front of him, he was absolutely confident.
However, just as Cheng Huang was about to attack, he suddenly noticed something wrong.
On Chen Chang’an’s body, there was a presence unique to Emperor Song?!
"Master, Cheng Huang... knows his mistake!"
The next moment, Cheng Huang harshly knelt on the ground, head bowed low.
All his pride, vanished!
His face as pale as death!
Only one type of person in this world could possess Emperor Song’s presence!
Emperor Song himself!
Heavens, Chen Chang’an of Tianshui was Emperor Song?!
What...?!
At this moment, Cheng Huang’s heart turned ice-cold.
"You’re lucky, for now you’ve survived."
Chen Chang’an snapped shut the folding fan in his hand, chuckled lightly, and spoke.
Hearing this, Cheng Huang didn’t respond, only kept his head down and didn’t dare to utter a word.
Seeing this, Chen Chang’an didn’t get angry either.
Next moment, he walked up to Cheng Huang, his voice suddenly turning icy cold:
