Otherworldly Desert Dust-Chapter 657 - 609 Night Nuwa Mask

"So is it true that I was just being pretentious?" Mingyi widened her eyes, and after listening to the words of the Rat and Wu Hen, she dazedly uttered this sentence.

"Not completely, someone flew straight here right after hearing your voice..." At this moment, the Rat revealed Wu Hen's seemingly righteous actions.

Wu Hen chuckled and candidly admitted that he had only just realized Mingyi was Cangling.

Seeing Wu Hen's smile, Mingyi was about to say something when suddenly a freezing energy, like billions of glacial spears, stabbed towards her. She looked up and saw that the Red-robed Saint was already standing on a giant Thunder God Mountain. A kind of ice-blue Holy Breath erupted from his palm, instantly turning the world into an ice river of terror as the extreme cold Holy Breath pierced towards them.

Mingyi's nearly extinguished fighting spirit ignited at this moment, perhaps this battle carried the emotions everyone valued the most. The Red-robed Saint could destroy a clan for one person, and her heart's desire was definitely not just a small, insignificant speck of dust in the world. As long as her heart was filled with infinite hope, her battle will did not extinguish, she too could dim the stars in the sky.

The Vermilion Bird's Clothes erupted with fiery flames, turning the crimson energy into a pair of exceedingly bright heavenly feathers.

Mingyi broke free from Wu Hen's embrace, like a Nirvana Phoenix in an instant, using her scorching flames to fight against the cold Holy Breath.

In front of the Red-robed Saint, Mingyi was not without resistance. With Wu Hen assisting her in resisting the domineering Jade Emperor Divine Thunder, she could also pose a slight threat to Cai Qiong.

The Red-robed Saint's extreme cold Holy Breath began to melt as he watched a red figure, like a red bird battling the vault of heaven, piercing through the Thunder Mountain at his feet, rapidly approaching him...

He clenched his fist and fiercely punched downwards!

The terrifying golden punch was so intense that even those in the present Infinite City from the Human Clan Ten Thousand Veins could see the shadow of the punch covering the entire vault of heaven. Separated by a dimension, yet in an instant, it crushed the will of millions of heroic human beings in Infinite City. They dared not imagine how many Human Gods would perish if this punch truly landed here.

In Purple Jade Tower, including Cai Lan and numerous members of the Holy Sect Holy Gods raised their heads to watch. At this moment, they finally felt the terror of the ancestor. This punch not only landed on those Future Warriors, but it also smashed hard on each of their faces, seemingly mocking these unworthy descendants. How did the Holy Sect once supreme in Cang Chu become reduced to competing against a technological civilization like Da Xuan?

The golden fist knocked Mingyi from Thunder God Mountain back to the shattered earth.

Fortunately, she evolved to a sufficiently high level, and with the protection of the Demon Buddha Fighting Robe, she wasn't wiped out like those weak gods.

Unable to counterattack, Mingyi immediately awakened the Night Nuwa Divine Power, while flames blossomed from her clothes, intertwining into a solemn Ancient God. A night mask appeared on her cheek, its contour fully matching Nuwa Yan.

Her figure graceful, appearing as if she had a Dragon Tail, lightly relying backward, the magnificent earth became her fighting clothes.

The Red-robed Saint stood on the Sky Dome, as if the universe behind him was his Divine weapon. The boundless universe Dark Domain could transform into his extreme cold Holy Breath, all the Star River Heavenly Light could weave into his Jade Emperor Divine Thunder.

Meanwhile, the earth-backed Mingyi, upon donning the Night Nuwa Mask, turned all stars and earth into her support. She struck out a palm towards the Red-robed Saint, and the vast earth rose towards the Sky Dome, transforming into the earth Nuwa's palm power Divine Skills, slamming towards the Red-robed Saint.

Even the Red-robed Saint, invincible in this era, had to retreat, continuously flying to higher Sky Dome layers. But the earth palm beneath his feet was infinitely expanding, as if once it struck solidly, this force from Night Nuwa would occupy every space in the sky.

Wu Hen looked up, mouth agape.

With the Night Nuwa Mask, Mingyi even changed her aura, like a mystical, mysterious God, emanating an immensely powerful aura.

Initially, Wu Hen was pondering how to find a way to resist the Red-robed Saint, yet he discovered Mingyi also transformed to a level sufficient to bear the era's weight. No wonder they dared to travel back to change this segment of history.

That's great, Mingyi has the ability to battle the monsters here, plus he's skilled in various arts, why worry about changing the dire situation...

"Why are you staring, hurry and run away!" Suddenly, the Nuwa Yan mask on Mingyi's cheek shattered, like a thin layer of paper.

"Wait... So you just do it once like that?" Wu Hen was also greatly shocked.

"Our plan can never succeed, then execute your plan. Without saving some Qi, how can we restore the Seven-Colored Mountain and Sea. The Red-robed old monster can only die of old age, no other method can kill him." Mingyi was completely invigorated, calmly analyzing the current situation.

If you can't defeat them, isn't running still an option?

Moreover, after dealing with the Red-robed old monster, there are terrifying Infinite City Immortals. What they need to do is not defeat these monsters from three hundred years ago but to plant a seed on the other shore of the Seven-Colored Mountain and Sea!

"Makes sense!" Wu Hen also just traveled over, a bit muddled, feeling naturally inclined to confront the ancestors of the Red-robed Saint upon seeing Mingyi being bullied.

Indeed, retreat quickly after forcing back, that's the best strategy.

Mingyi spread her Vermilion Bird Feathers, flying towards the direction where the sun sets over Infinite City.

Wu Hen used Sword Flight, his way of Sword Control being somewhat unique, not standing on the Sword Spirit gliding elegantly across the sky, but grasping a high-speed sword with one hand, letting it drag him across the sky like a streak of black light. It couldn't be helped, as Wu Hen first encountered a temperamental sword before learning the Sword Immortal Skill.

From others' perspective, Wu Hen seemed to be flying single-handedly wielding the sword, like a Sword Immortal chasing the sun and moon, quite dashing and elegant. However, Mingyi noticed Wu Hen's features warped from speed, resembling not a serene Sword Flight but rather steering an out-of-control Immortal Sword, the sword dragging the unprepared Wu Hen in its flight...

"He's following." Mingyi didn't bother with these little details, turning to see the Red-robed old monster had indeed caught up, rolling thunder like a rapid storm devouring the horizon.

"Watch me, Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Sect!" Wu Hen was ready to show his strength.

"Isn't the Sword Immortal supposed to perform the sword technique with hand signs? You're holding it with one hand, how do you perform the sword technique..." Mingyi asked.

"My Sword Spirit is voice-controlled—Little Yi, Ten Thousand Swords Ascend!" Wu Hen shouted, his voice hoarse, while wind poured into his mouth, his words slurred.

Fortunately, Little Yi had fuzzy sound recognition, understanding what Wu Hen wanted.