Sludge suction system

Yun Luo's defeat made Mu Yangzi and Gong Nandou's hearts skip a beat. Their eyes met, and they instantly reached a tacit understanding, attacking Wang Jing at the same time without hesitation.

At this moment, a fierce wind howled through White Bird Valley, its sharp sound like the wails of vengeful spirits echoing through the valley. The jagged rocks all around swayed precariously under the impact of the spiritual energy, as if they would collapse at any moment. Withered grass was uprooted by the gale and flew wildly in the air, adding to the desolate atmosphere.

Mu Yangzi focused his mind and calmed his spirit, his spiritual energy surging wildly within him. His hands moved rapidly, unleashing the Serpent Venom Technique. In an instant, a layer of eerie, bluish-black light enveloped his body, within which countless tiny snake shadows seemed to writhe and dart, emitting a nauseating stench. He roared, thrusting his palms forward, and a gigantic black python formed from spiritual energy lunged at Wang Jing. The python opened its blood-red maw, revealing sharp fangs, and spewed forth a venomous mist that filled the air, instantly withering vegetation wherever it went, and even corroding hard stones with mottled marks.

Gong Nandou, with the agility of an eagle, soared into the air. His figure traced a graceful arc, his robes fluttering wildly in the wind, seemingly becoming one with the sharp sound of the wind. The longsword in his hand shone brightly, dazzling and brilliant, like the most radiant star in the night sky, its blade humming and vibrating as if eagerly thirsting for blood. Gong Nandou chanted incantations, his voice low and hoarse, yet carrying an undeniable authority. Each syllable seemed to contain immense power, echoing through the valley, intertwining with the howling wind to form a battle song filled with the aura of slaughter.

Immediately afterward, he swung his sword down with a fierce strike, unleashing the "Ten Thousand Birds Returning to Their Nest" sword technique. In an instant, sword shadows flashed, as if thousands upon thousands of birds were flying towards Wang Jing from all directions. These birds, formed from sword energy, were diverse in form and lifelike, each gleaming with a chilling light. Their feathers, like sharp blades, reflected a cold glint in the sunlight. The birds, accompanied by sharp shrieks, wove together an impenetrable net of sword energy, enveloping Wang Jing within it.

Wherever the sword net passed, sand and stones flew. Withered grass whipped up by the gale was instantly reduced to dust by the sword energy, scattering into the air. Even the massive boulders in the valley were slashed with deep grooves by the sharp sword energy, stone chips flying everywhere, as if being wantonly ravaged by an invisible giant hand. The birds flew faster and faster, weaving and crisscrossing, forming an increasingly tight sword net, as if determined to strangle Wang Jing within this endless sword energy, leaving him no chance of survival.

Facing the combined attack of the two, Wang Jing showed no fear; instead, his eyes gleamed with a fanatical excitement. He stood firmly on his feet, took a deep breath, and his spiritual energy surged within him. Against Mu Yangzi's venomous snake technique, he remained calm, his hands swiftly forming hand seals, simultaneously conjuring black spiritual snake shadows that intertwined and tore at Mu Yangzi's black python. In an instant, poisonous mist filled the air, snake shadows crisscrossed, and hissing sounds filled the air.

At the same time, Wang Jing moved like a ghost, dodging some of Gong Nandou's sword shadows. He swung his palms, the wind whistling through them, each strike carrying immense power, dispersing the approaching sword energy. Occasionally, a few sword energies grazed his body, leaving only shallow marks on his black robe, demonstrating the formidable strength of his physical body. Each of his movements stirred up a gust of wind, causing the surrounding dust to rise even higher, almost shrouding the entire valley in a dim yellow light.

Seeing his attack fail, Mu Yangzi's eyes hardened, and his hands moved in a series of hand seals, manipulating the black python to attack even more frantically. The python's body grew thicker and faster, tightly coiling around Wang Jing's spiritual energy snake shadow, attempting to strangle him. Gong Nandou also constantly changed his position in the air, wielding his longsword with impenetrable skill, continuously enhancing the power of the Ten Thousand Birds Returning to Their Nest Sword technique, the sword net tightening ever more.

Wang Jing felt the pressure increasing, but he was not one to be easily subdued. He suddenly roared, unleashing his full spiritual power, pushing his venomous snake technique and personal strength to their limits. Black mist spread outwards from him, making the snake shadows even more ferocious and terrifying. He slammed his palms together, sending black palm prints hurtling towards Mu Yangzi and Gong Nandou. Wherever the palm prints passed, deep craters were created in the ground, sending flying rocks, some even embedding themselves directly into the adjacent mountain walls.

Gong Nandou moved with agility, his robes fluttering in the wind, like an eagle about to soar into the sky. His eyes were deep and calm, constantly watching Wang Jing's every move. The longsword he gripped trembled slightly, as if yearning to drink blood. Mu Yangzi, on the other hand, wore a gray Daoist robe that billowed in the wind. His expression was solemn and dignified. His hands were secretly forming hand seals, and his spiritual energy flowed slowly within him. He emanated a faint light, like an otherworldly immortal, yet also carrying a sharp and ruthless aura.

The two exchanged a glance, a fleeting, almost imperceptible cunning in their eyes—a testament to their unspoken understanding. Then, their figures flashed, their movements fluid and seamless. Gong Nandou flicked his longsword, instantly creating several sword flowers, each gleaming with a cold light and carrying a sharp sword aura as it thrust towards Wang Jing. However, this seemingly fierce sword move subtly changed direction just before contacting Wang Jing, a mere feint. Mu Yangzi, meanwhile, changed his hand seals, a beam of spiritual energy shooting from his fingertips, transforming into a phantom palm print, striking towards Wang Jing's other side. Likewise, he withdrew his power just before reaching his target, not unleashing his full attack.

The two feigned an attack, shouting out the names of their moves as they fought and retreated, gradually moving towards the Qimen Dunjia formation. Their steps appeared chaotic, but were actually deliberate, each step precisely placed in a pre-calculated position, cleverly guiding Wang Jing's movements, attempting to lure him into the meticulously laid, deadly trap. Their eyes were resolute and focused, silently chanting in their hearts: "Wang Jing, today is your death day, this Qimen Dunjia formation is your burial ground!"

Wang Jing was well aware of their intentions, but confident in his superior martial arts skills and daring, he watched their "performance" with a cruel sneer, thinking to himself, "What can this formation do to me? I'll go with you and see what tricks you can pull!" However, just as he was about to step into the formation, his figure darted around like a ghost, his speed as fast as lightning across the night sky. He instantly appeared beside Bai Pingping, and before she could react, he grabbed her by the throat, lifting her up and rendering her immobile.

"Hmph, trying to lure me into the formation? Not so easy!" Wang Jing, holding Bai Pingping hostage, strode into the Qimen Dunjia formation, his eyes filled with arrogance and provocation, as if declaring his fearlessness to everyone.

Xia Mu had been anxiously watching the battle from the sidelines. When he saw Bai Pingping being captured, he became extremely anxious, his eyes instantly turning red. Without thinking, he shouted, "Pingping!" and rushed into the Qimen Dunjia Formation without regard for anything else. He had only one thought in his mind: he must rescue Bai Pingping, no matter how dangerous the formation was, no matter if he had to face the vicious Wang Jing.

In an instant, the Qimen Dunjia formation shifted dramatically, mysterious lights flickering erratically. The spiritual energy within the formation seemed disturbed by this sudden change, surging restlessly. An even more thrilling life-or-death struggle was about to unfold within this mysterious formation, and everyone's fate, like a candle flickering in the wind, swayed uncertainly amidst this fierce conflict. Who would survive this perilous battle and rewrite this chapter of the martial world filled with bloodshed and hatred?