Sludge suction system

Gong Nandou and Mu Yangzi were the first to step into the Qimen Dunjia formation. They found themselves surrounded by a thick fog, the once clear valley scenery vanishing instantly, replaced by a hazy, chaotic expanse. The ground beneath their feet seemed to tremble slightly, as if it were alive. They proceeded cautiously, each step tentative and wary of any potential danger.

Wang Jing, holding Bai Pingping hostage, followed closely behind into the formation. The moment he entered, a powerful pressure washed over him, causing him to falter slightly. He quickly regained his footing, a hint of seriousness in his eyes, but this was quickly replaced by confidence. He firmly believed that he could break through the formation with his own strength. Bai Pingping's eyes were filled with fear and anger, yet she was unable to break free because Wang Jing was gripping her throat. She could only submit to his control, silently praying that everyone could subdue Wang Jing and rescue her.

Xia Mu rushed in anxiously, instantly stunned by the scene within the formation. Strange lights and shadows flashed intermittently in the surrounding mist, resembling the outlines of ancient divine beasts or the flickering of mysterious runes. A series of whistling sounds reached his ears, like whispers from another world. He frantically searched for Bai Pingping, but the complex formation left him disoriented, his steps faltering, and his anxiety growing ever stronger.

"Host, host, can you hear me?" Xiao Zha silently approached Bai Pingping's ear, calling out anxiously in a low voice. His tone revealed a hint of tension and worry.

Bai Pingping closed her eyes tightly, concentrated her mind, and communicated with Xiao Zha through her thoughts: "Please save me, Xiao Zha! I don't know what to do!" Her heart was filled with fear and helplessness.

"Host, don't panic! Quickly summon your Ghost Needle and then use the Mysterious Heaven Divine Skill to deal with Wang Jing. Strike when he's off guard; that might give you a chance to escape." Xiao Zha rapidly instructed Bai Pingping on the strategy.

"Okay, I'll give it a try." Bai Pingping took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down, and then did as Xiao Zha instructed. She concentrated her energy and began to mobilize the power within her body with her strong will. A light sweat appeared on her forehead, and her brows furrowed; clearly, this was not an easy task.

As time ticked by, Bai Pingping finally felt a powerful force surging within her body. She carefully guided this force, slowly gathering it between her hands. At the same time, she began to regulate her breathing, making full preparations for unleashing the Mysterious Heaven Divine Skill. The surrounding air seemed to grow heavy with her movements.

Gong Nandou stood tall and agile, like a pine tree, his feet firmly planted on the key positions of the Qimen Dunjia formation. His gaze sharpened instantly, becoming intensely focused, as if his very soul had merged with the mysterious formation, able to perceive every subtle fluctuation. Then, he took a deep breath, his hands moving swiftly in the air, his fingers deftly twisting and interlacing, forming complex and mysterious hand seals. The trajectories of these seals resembled twinkling stars in the night sky, mysterious and beautiful. Simultaneously, he chanted incantations, his voice deep and powerful, each syllable seemingly imbued with ancient, mysterious power, resonating within the formation, as if engaging in a secret and profound dialogue with its very soul.

As his hand seals changed, the previously still mist within the formation seemed to come alive, beginning to flow slowly. At first, it drifted gently, like ripples on a lake in a breeze. But in an instant, the mist's flow became rapid, gradually forming huge vortexes that roared and howled, like the roar of thousands of ferocious beasts, or like the Qimen Dunjia formation excitedly responding to his call. The vortexes spun faster and faster, and the mist grew thicker, gradually enveloping Wang Jing and Bai Pingping's figures, making them difficult to see clearly.

Mu Yangzi, clad in a grey Daoist robe that fluttered in the wind, stood solemnly, like a transcendent immortal descending to earth. He closed his eyes, held his breath, and concentrated all his energy to sense the intricate spiritual energy pathways of the formation. His body trembled slightly, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, clearly indicating he was under immense pressure. Suddenly, he snapped his eyes open, a glint of light flashing within them like lightning across the night sky, dazzling and brilliant. Then, he pressed his hands down sharply, shouting, "Rise!" The shout resonated like a great bell, causing the surrounding air to vibrate.

In an instant, the ground began to tremble violently, as if a small earthquake had occurred. The previously still boulders in the formation seemed to be awakened by a powerful force, rising from the ground and suspending in the air. These boulders varied in size and shape, some resembling ferocious beasts, others like majestic giants, and now they all began to slowly rotate around Wang Jing and Bai Pingping. Mysterious runes flickered on each boulder, emanating an ancient and powerful aura, their light flashing intermittently, as if telling tales of time's vicissitudes and mysterious stories.

Wang Jing noticed the drastic change in his surroundings, and his expression turned extremely grave. He held Bai Pingping tightly, the veins on his arms bulging, his muscles tense, as he warily surveyed his surroundings. His eyes narrowed to slits, trying to find a flaw in the formation through the thick fog and the rotating boulders. Despite his predicament, his eyes still revealed a fierce and stubbornness, as if declaring to the formation that he would not easily yield.

Bai Pingping, held hostage by Wang Jing, trembled slightly, but a glimmer of hope ignited in her eyes. She knew that Gong Nandou and Mu Yangzi were doing their utmost to cast the array, and there was hope for her rescue.

Gong Nandou and Mu Yangzi continued their seamless cooperation. One manipulated the mist, making it unpredictable and a natural barrier to confuse and hinder Wang Jing; the other moved the boulder, guiding it along a mysterious trajectory to continuously increase the array's oppressive force. With their continued efforts, the array's power gradually increased to a chilling degree. The pressure within the array grew increasingly intense, as if the air itself had been compressed into a tangible substance, making breathing difficult, each breath feeling like bearing an immense burden.

Under the chaotic mist and oppressive power of the Qimen Dunjia formation, Wang Jing's entire mind was focused on the changes in the formation performed by Gong Nandou and Mu Yangzi. His gaze darted back and forth between the rapidly spinning boulders and the surging mist, trying to find a flaw and a way to break through the formation. As a result, he lowered his guard against Bai Pingping beside him.

Bai Pingping keenly seized this fleeting opportunity. Without batting an eye, she took a deep breath and quickly mobilized her spiritual energy, preparing to unleash the Ghost Needle Technique. In an instant, her eyes became as deep as an abyss, with a faint, eerie light flickering within them. Her spiritual energy surged and roared through her meridians, and her body emanated a mysterious and chilling aura, as if merging with the surrounding darkness.

With a flick of her jade-like hand, several ghostly needles silently appeared at her fingertips as her sleeves billowed. These needles, as thin as hair, shimmered with an eerie dark light, trembling slightly under the infusion of spiritual energy, like ghosts imbued with life, eagerly thirsting for blood. Bai Pingping's eyes narrowed, and with a flick of her fingers, the ghostly needles shot out like arrows, whistling through the air, silently heading towards Wang Jing's vital points.

The trajectory of the divine needles was concealed within the mist of the formation, almost imperceptible, and their speed was extremely fast, closing in on Wang Jing in the blink of an eye. By the time Wang Jing noticed the anomaly behind him, it was too late to dodge. With a few muffled "thuds," the ghostly needles pierced his body with pinpoint accuracy. Wang Jing immediately let out a painful roar, his body trembling violently, and an expression of disbelief on his face.

However, Wang Jing was undeniably powerful. Despite being injured in this sudden attack, he did not collapse. He endured the excruciating pain, whirled around, and unleashed a powerful strike with both palms, imbued with immense spiritual energy, towards Bai Pingping. Bai Pingping was unable to dodge in time and was struck head-on by the palm strike. She flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily to the ground, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth.

"Sister Pingping!" Xia Mu arrived at that moment upon hearing the call.