Peking Opera Cat: I Became A Zi's Brother

"!"

The sky of the Cat Earth Continent was suddenly shrouded in a layer of gray-black fog, and all the twelve sects felt this extremely powerful force.

"..."

Inside the Shou Sect, Sect Leader Zhong was forging a new rhyme-patterned weapon. Suddenly, his wrist shook, and the forging hammer in his hand hit the anvil with a "clang".

He looked up in the direction of Da Zong with a serious look in his eyes:

"This aura... is Chaos? Why is it erupting in Dazong?"

"Zhong, I feel this is a power that is even more terrifying and horrifying than gaining!"

Lingxi also looked over there and said solemnly!

……

Inside the Nazong Hall, the book in Sect Leader Nalan's hand moved without wind, and the pages flipped madly, finally stopping at the yellowed page that recorded the origin of chaos.

He stroked his beard, his eyes full of worry:

"If a chaotic fluctuation of this magnitude is not contained in time, the entire Cat Land will be..."

Before he finished speaking, cracks suddenly appeared on the stone pillars of the hall, and fine stone powder fell down.

……

In Dongqiang Town, the troupe's grandmother was practicing rhyme with the children when the ground suddenly shook violently.

The children looked at her in panic. The troupe's grandmother looked at the dark clouds rolling in the sky and sighed, "Children...what on earth did you encounter in Dazong?"

Her fingertips unconsciously stroked the ancestral token, worry and determination flashed in her eyes, and she silently prayed in her heart that the Xingluo class would be safe.

……

In the liberated Chang Sect, the Sect Leader stood on the main hall, gazing at the sky stained gray by chaos, the rhythmic pattern on his palm glowing faintly.

"hooligan……"

She turned and ordered the butler beside her:

"Gather the disciples of the Singing Sect and be ready to support the Fighting Sect at any time."

……

In Bu Zong's territory, the desert trembled violently, and the sandstorm twisted into a strange vortex.

The clan leader looked at this strange scene, and the folding fan in his hand made a creaking sound:

"This force is several times more terrifying than the Chaos Army back then."

The Yunwen soldiers behind him were on high alert, but they could not hide the fear on their faces - the sand dunes in the distance were being silently swallowed by the power of chaos, turning into powder and floating in the air.

……

On the cliff edge of the Eye Sect, Ximen stood with his hands behind his back, his pupils reflecting the chaotic vortex of the sky. His dark robe rustled as he murmured softly:

"Primal Chaos has emerged, and the balance of Cat Earth... is about to be broken."

Tongtong clenched the golden cudgel in her hand, her eyes full of vigilance:

"Simon, should we go provide support?"

"This isn't an outcome that can be changed simply by our support..."

"Are we just going to sit there and watch?"

"Perhaps the ending has already been determined..."

……

In the battlefield of Dazong, the roar of chaos became more and more deafening.

The chaos core transformed by the proprietress continued to shrink, and dark golden lines flowed wildly. The ground of the entire Dazong had been completely cracked, and the wreckage of the buildings was suspended in the air, dyed into strange shapes by the chaos.

"Is this the Primordial Chaos? It is indeed extraordinary. Lord An, I may not be able to complete this mission!"

"Master Huan, don't give up! Is this thing any more powerful than the Mo Yun from that year?"

"Brother, you have changed..."

Huan Ye, Ma Buliang and Zhi Rou were almost unable to breathe due to the pressure of this force. Their bodies began to show signs of corrosion, but they still stared at the Chaos Core - that was the key to their mission.

"Why? Why is this happening..."

Xiaoqing, Mingyue and Wusong struggled to get up, but were knocked to the ground again and again by the aftermath of the chaos.

Wu Song's tiger-head stick was already covered with cracks. He gritted his teeth and looked at the Chaos Core:

"Can't...let it go on..."

"Da Zong..."

Yun Bai's consciousness was constantly struggling in the chaos. Although he was controlled to attack his junior brother, he was screaming wildly in his heart, trying to break free from the shackles of chaos.

……

And in the depths of chaos, the remaining consciousness of the proprietress was making her last struggle.

She seemed to have returned to her childhood, with her senior brothers taking her running on the streets of Dazong, and the warm sunshine shining on her body.

"Guarding the sect..."

This thought suddenly burst out with dazzling light, colliding violently with the power of primordial chaos.

At the core of chaos, a golden light suddenly lit up, illuminating the entire gray sky!

......

Deep in the Yunyou Valley, the swirling fog suddenly surged violently.

The Valley Master sat cross-legged on top of the ancient utensils. His originally peaceful face suddenly became solemn, and the energy in his body burst out uncontrollably, shaking the stone bench beside him and causing it to crack into pieces.

He suddenly raised his head and looked towards the sky. A gray-black chaotic vortex was reflected in his cloudy pupils. The whisk in his sleeve trembled violently, bringing up a wisp of white mist.

"The original chaos... actually broke through the seal of that year?"

The movement to get up was suppressed by an invisible force.

If it weren't for that sentence, perhaps he would have been unable to sit still in this place at this moment!

Anxiety appeared on his old face, and he could only stare at the sky. The lines on his palms turned white due to the force.

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In the secret cave, Jiligulu's claws holding the ancient book suddenly tightened, and the yellowed pages were wrinkled.

The chaotic waves hit him like a sledgehammer, and he stumbled and crashed into the rock wall, with the hair on his tail standing up.

The ancient book fell to the ground with a "thump", just opening a broken chapter recording the original chaos, and the ancient characters on it were distorted.

"How is it possible... to break the seal of the Zongshi Box..."

His green bean-sized eyes were filled with horror, and his beard trembled as he looked outside the cave - the sky had been dyed dark gold, and the pressure of chaos made the air whimper.

The rhythmic energy gathered at the tips of his claws flickered. He paced in place, muttering to himself:

"Xingluo Squad... we must hold on. We must not let the Primordial Chaos completely get out of control..."

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"Why are the wind and waves so strong recently?"

The boatmen at the harbor clutched the ropes tightly, gazing at the surging inky black sea and swallowing their saliva.

The docile waves of the past have now turned into a giant beast with bared fangs and claws. The waves are as high as the mast, and the salty mist splashed on the rocks is mixed with a strange gray-black color.

"Wong..."

Several fishing boats out to sea were tossed violently in the waves, their hulls creaking as they were torn by the undercurrents, and their sails were torn into strips by the wind and waves.

"Oh no, go save the cat!"

The sleeves of the four cat catchers drew silver-blue arcs in the air, and in the blink of an eye they jumped into the surging sea.

The leading cat catcher swung out his sleeves, full of rhythmic energy, and precisely wrapped them around the capsized fishing boat. With a loud shout, he pulled the entire boat towards the shore.

The other three cats shuttled around like fish, and their sleeves were like nimble long snakes, quickly rolling the boat people who fell into the water back to safety.

"Don't go out again!"

Cat Cat wiped the salt water off her face and swung her sleeves heavily to the ground:

"Wait until we find out the situation, then we'll notify you to go out to sea!"

The boat people looked at the foam surging on the shore and were horrified to find that there were tiny chaotic fragments floating in the waves.

"What on earth happened to this cat?"

After the last boatman was rescued, the four cat catchers stood side by side on the reef.

Their sleeves were still dripping with water, but they all looked towards where the sea and sky met - the clouds there were turning gray-black at a speed visible to the naked eye, and dark golden lines were faintly surging under the sea surface.

"Typhoons in previous years haven't been this severe."

A cat catcher gripped the sword at his waist tightly, his sleeves trembling slightly with nervousness:

"The black foam in the waves is like chaos..."

On the highest eaves of the clan city, the blue sleeves of the Molan clan leader fluttered in the strong wind, and the silver-blue rhythm flowing between the sleeves resonated with the restlessness of the sea.

"..."

She looked at the chaotic vortex in the distant sky, and her fingertips formed fine rhythmic patterns on her sleeves.

Nanny Rong followed closely beside her, her sleeves tightly grasping the pillars, her voice trembling with a rare tremor:

"Master, this power is even more terrifying than when An attacked us..."

"Order the disciples of the Body Sect to activate the water barrier."

Mo Lan's sleeves suddenly swept across like a silver dragon, accurately shattering a group of chaotic clouds that were trying to approach, and the splashing light points fell like stardust:

"Notify all docks to reinforce ships with rhyme patterns."

When she turned around, her sleeves drew a semicircle of light behind her, and her eyes flashed coldly:

"No matter what comes, we cannot allow even a trace of chaos to set foot in the waters of our sect."