Chapter 1873 King Kong
'Wow...'
'Bang! Bang! Bang!'
The flower fields were shaken, and there were many cracks in the mountains. Huge rocks rolled down, and when they were about to hit the flower beds, they were bounced away by invisible forces.
Qin Sang was under great pressure at the moment and sweat appeared on his forehead.
The political arena was in constant turmoil, and he did not dare to relax for a moment.
There were many flaws in the flower field formation. Qin Sang sacrificed the Yunyou Sword and used the Qisu Dividing Sword Formation to stabilize the formation, but he could not reverse the trend of the flower field's collapse.
'boom!'
There was a loud noise from the ground, and the sound was unusual.
Qin Sang's expression changed when he heard the sound. His consciousness swept over and he immediately discovered that there was a tear on the edge of the flower field.
Immediately afterwards, there were tearing sounds from all directions, and the flower field began to shatter from the outside in.
After thinking about it, Qin Sang decided to restrain the power of the flower field formation to protect the flower spirit. As for the outer parts, he could only let it be.
'Bang! Bang! Bang!'
Boulders fell off the ground, mountain peaks collapsed, and cracks continued to spread inside.
The flower spirits are planted in patches in flowerbeds filled with bones. The flowerbeds are all in the middle of the flower field, but the root system of the flower spirits is connected to the ground veins, which will have an immeasurable impact on the flower spirits.
Qin Sang had no other choice but to ensure that the flower spirit would not die, and then slowly adjust it after the healing altar returned to calm, which was better than uprooting it directly.
'Rumble...'
Vibrations kept coming from outside.
Qin Sang couldn't tell whether it was caused by the phantom storm, the war in the outside world, or both.
He raised his head, the illusion and auspicious clouds were isolated, and he could not see the scene outside the altar, but there was always a lingering feeling of oppression in his heart, which was derived from instinctive suppression and fear of the strong.
As expected, there should be great powers in the combined stage fighting. The energy system in the governance altar was so chaotic that Qin Sang couldn't tell how many great powers there were.
However, Qin Sang is not as nervous as before. The oppression he initially felt from above the altar is gradually receding, and the chance that the altar will be affected is getting smaller and smaller.
Now there's only Phantom Storm to worry about.
After a long time, Qin Sang felt the change of vibration and his face showed joy.
"Finally weakened..."
The next moment, the smile on Qin Sang's face froze, and he hurriedly formed seals with his hands. The true energy in his body poured out violently, and he tried his best to condense nine spiritual seals and hit the nine most important nodes of the formation with a snap of his fingers.
At the same time, an extremely strong wave spread from the depths of the altar, and all the affected illusions inspired amazing visions.
‘Crack!’
The thunder roared loudly, resounding through the space.
A crack was suddenly torn open in the earth, running through the entire land, almost dividing the flower field into two halves.
Unfortunately, several flowerbeds were in cracks. Fortunately, Qin Sang had quick eyesight and quick hands. With a wave of his sleeves, the flowers sprouted from the ground.
'puff!'
The bones have turned into powder, and these flowerbeds have almost lost their usefulness.
If the flower spirit is pulled out and the flower bud is tightly closed, the spirit light will be dim, which will cause great damage to the vitality.
Fortunately, such a violent shock only occurred once.
After the shock, the phantom storm seemed to have reached its limit, stopped expanding, and now looked more like a reflection of light.
There are still vibrations coming, but they are within the tolerable range.
Qin Sang waited for a while to make sure that the storm would no longer expand. Then he felt relieved, looked at the flower field below, and landed on the ground.
After scanning for a week, Qin Sang became busy, walking around the flower field to check for damage to the array.
Finally, Qin Sang selected spiritual materials from the Qianjun Ring, summoned the Nine Nether Demon Fire, refined the array equipment on the spot, and repaired the large array.
If you want to restore the formation, you need to go back to Gu Sanji and buy a lot of spiritual materials.
After a lot of work, Qin Sang activated the formation again, and the barrier on the periphery of the space suddenly became much more stable.
Only then did Qin Sang have time to check the flower spirit. After checking it, he couldn't help but sigh.
The flower field was saved, but the flower spirit was in bad condition.
Except for those that he pulled away, the surviving flower spirits were also languid and suffered injuries.
The flower spirit is inherently delicate, and even if the garden and flower field return to normal, it will still need time to recuperate. Before the flower spirit recovers, the source of flower dew will be a problem.
"Fortunately, there are still poisonous fruits..."
Qin Sang transplanted the plucked flower spirits into other flower beds. The recovery speed of these flower spirits is even slower, and it may take hundreds of years.
The impact of the Phantom Storm on Qin Sang did not end there.
Although the storm stopped expanding, it did not subside. It continued to vibrate and the qi in the governance altar was extremely chaotic. This place was not immune to it.
Before the storm subsides, Zhitan is no longer suitable for cultivation and can only be used as a place to grow flowers.
"Looks like I'm going back to Kenshin Island."
Qin Sang thought to himself.
After waiting for a long time, Qin Sang flew outside the formation and faced the shocking impact.
He left the flower field and walked along the familiar path. What he saw was a familiar yet unfamiliar sight.
The surrounding illusion has changed to some extent, and past experience is not entirely applicable.
But the center of the storm is not nearby, it has not been completely changed, and some old roads can still be walked.
Qin Sang checked around and began to carefully explore the center of the Zhitan.
He took the path he had opened before, but it became more and more difficult as he went forward. With the help of Tianmu Die, Qin Sang kept moving forward until he saw the phantom storm with his own eyes.
Looking through some broken illusions, what I saw was a darkness, like a roaring hurricane, and the internal chaos was abnormal.
Qin Sang's last bit of luck was shattered.
The location of the red gold spiritual needle is inside the phantom storm!
Even if Mo Xingdao was brought here, it would be impossible to find a scene here that matches his memory.
The road to ascension is uncertain.
How long will it take for the phantom storm to subside? Decades, centuries, or even thousands of years? Can it return to its original state?
"In the future, can I only practice in this world honestly and rely on the Taoist court?"
Qin Sang frowned and observed for a long time. Suddenly a light flashed in his eyes and he stared at one spot.
Gradually, Qin Sang looked slightly relieved, and he found that the storm had a tendency to subside, although it was very slow, which was a good sign.
Moreover, as the storm recedes, the vision there seems to show signs of reunion, indicating that the foundation is still there.
"I wonder if the illusion at the center of the storm can be restored. Maybe there is still a chance. We still need to make the necessary preparations..."
Qin Sang thought of Taiyi Xingyu.
If he wanted to break into the storm later to explore the way, he might have to rely on Taiyi Xingyu. He decided to break through the late stage of becoming a god and try his best to improve his weapon refining skills and repair this treasure.
Thinking about this, Qin Sang waited and watched for a while, then retreated to the original route, but instead of returning to the cave, he went straight to the exit of Zhitan.
It is already the tenth day after the war.
It seemed that he was the only one left in the Zhi Altar. He did not meet any other real people or demon lords on the way. When Qin Sang arrived at Xiangyun outside the Zhi Altar, with his third eye, he saw that the outside world was quiet and there was not a single person.
Outside the Zhitan, there is a flat river. The mountains on the other side of the plain have all been leveled, and the land is in a mess.
Although the battlefield has been cleaned, the bloody smell never dissipates, which shows how tragic the final battle was.
He didn't want to be involved in the war and deliberately came out a few days late, so he didn't know which side was the winner.
The aura on the battlefield was extremely mixed and filled with the crazy aura of ferocious beasts, making it difficult to distinguish.
Qin Sang raised his head and looked at the sky.
To be continued...