latelenovela Chapter 182 The Mysterious Flight
Chapter 182 The Mysterious Flight
Chi Tong silently climbed onto the wheelchair, unceremoniously using Chen Dahai's body, whose current posture was not very elegant, to quickly stabilize himself and draw his arrow to prepare for battle.
Now that the other party has caught up, they should have realized that the previous body was a fake, so she no longer needs to hide it.
At the treetop, the first flying monster appeared in her field of vision. An armor-piercing arrow whistled through the air, and the monster fell to the ground.
Zhong Ming barely managed to control the rapidly moving wheelchair. This place was nothing like a main road; small mounds of earth were everywhere. What looked like a flat grassland was actually covered by long and short weeds.
Sure enough, the wheelchair accidentally bumped into a mound of dirt, and the wheelchair instantly flew into the air.
With enough thrust, even a brick can fly.
The Immortal Rat Taoist was truly angry this time, and he didn't care whether others could see it or not. He stood on the back of the demon beast and began to cast spells.
Gusts of wind swept in, whipping the wings of the demonic beast, which rode the wind in its quest for a swift victory. It took another small gourd from its waist, poured out tiny, bright red grains, and scattered them outwards. The birds in the air immediately opened their beaks and devoured them.
Instantly, the demonic beasts' power surged, their speed increased to another level, and they launched a fearless attack on Zhong Ming's team.
Zhong Ming even saw Chi Tong shoot an arrow, almost hitting the target squarely. The arrow pierced through the neck and through the enemy's body, but the bird continued to swoop down as if nothing had happened.
"Brother Yue, control the wheelchair."
"How am I supposed to control this?!" Yue Kaishan was completely bewildered; he couldn't fly either.
As the saying goes, even a pig can fly when cornered. Yue Kaishan, quick-witted, threw a punch that blew the wheelchair slightly to one side.
"Haha, it still comes down to my fists." Yue Kaishan kept throwing punches, and the gale-force wind carried the wheelchair through the air at high speed. With the powerful thrust of the propeller, no one could figure out the flight trajectory of the wheelchair for a moment.
"Ugh, stop spinning, I'm going to throw up." Chen Dahai really couldn't take it anymore. I'm a "disabled person" in a wheelchair, and all I wanted was to shoot arrows steadily on the ground. I've never rolled 360 degrees in the air before.
Akame, on the other hand, was not greatly affected. She remained silent and continued shooting arrows. Her waist seemed to possess a strange magic, allowing her upper body to remain stable no matter how she turned.
Chen Dahai secretly thought to himself, 'Could Akame be the reincarnation of a rooster? How can she be so sure?'
Zhong Ming hooked his feet on the handles behind his wheelchair, holding a cold-weather weapon, and stared intently at the enemy who dared to attack. If these feathered beasts weren't taught a lesson, they would really think they were the masters of the sky.
Did you know? Ever since he slashed at the demon spider in the warehouse, Zhong Ming hasn't practiced the Qi cultivation method anymore, and his spiritual power is even greater than usual.
So, he wanted to try it.
A bright yellow falcon of unknown species swooped down on them, its two talons pouncing on the wheelchair. But then a cold shout rang out, and a gun shot out like a dragon entering the sea, the steel clanging and the guns dancing wildly. A chilling aura arose, and the cold air was biting.
With a single thrust, one eagle talon was severed. Then, the spear was pulled back, and the barbs of the hook-and-sickle spear instantly sank into the upper part of the other eagle talon, penetrating three-tenths of an inch into the bone.
The falcon, in pain, flapped its wings in an attempt to leave, its feathers beating wildly as it took Zhong Ming with it.
"Captain! Wait here, I have a rope..." Xuan Jing immediately put away the explosive talisman and began looking for his unreliable rope.
Long ago, he was just starting out at drawing explosive runes and wasn't good at casting them. He always threw the runes off-target, so he once stuck explosive runes on the end of a whip and swung it around to hit people.
"You take command, I'll be back shortly!"
Zhong Ming was violently tossed about in the air by the falcon, and could only utter one sentence before his mouth was filled with the violent gale.
The barbs are so secure that it's almost impossible to pull them out and hook them back on.
But... just because I can't hook the sickle up there doesn't mean I can't climb up.
Just like climbing bamboo when he was a child, Zhong Ming climbed up the gun shaft, grabbed the badly injured eagle claw, and then put the Cold Breeze into his storage bag.
When the Immortal Rat Taoist discovered that a cultivator was being entangled by his own demon beasts, he immediately ordered the other demon beasts to come to his aid. After all, he hadn't raised these beasts, so what was there to feel sorry for? He could just roast them and eat them if they died.
The demon beast, having consumed Old Miao's berserk pill, pounced on the Yellow Feather Falcon without a second thought.
The two demonic beasts attacked the falcon almost simultaneously. One of them used its innate supernatural power to control a storm, while the other demonic beast's beak glowed with murderous intent, its aura astonishing.
At the critical moment, the yellow falcon let out a mournful cry, its body instantly losing its balance. Its wings were powerless, allowing the gale to blow it about, and it fell, thus avoiding the attack of the two demonic beasts. Instead, the two of them went berserk and began to tear each other apart.
Zhong Ming pulled the mother-and-child swords out of its heart. If he had time, he would like to dig out the demon core and collect the bird feathers, but he didn't have that much time now.
"You cowardly rat hiding your head and tail, have the guts to catch up with me."
Zhong Ming made a hand seal with one hand. He hadn't practiced this sword control technique for a long time, so he decided to give it a try today.
"Sword rises, swiftly!"
With a loud shout, the mother and child swords carried Zhong Ming and shot out wildly, drawing unpredictable arcs in the air, even more outrageous than the spinning wheelchair next door.
Sometimes it flies backwards, with the sword hilt in front.
The Immortal Rat Taoist's anger flared. "So it was you who just set up the explosive talisman to blow me up, wasn't that it? If I don't beat you until you're laughing all the time, I'm a real rat!"
Old Miao patted the bird's back and said, "See that butt? Go after it and peck it through."
and many more.
Why is this butt getting bigger and bigger? The sword hilt feels like it's going to poke my face!
Holy crap!
The Immortal Rat Taoist pulled the bird demon beneath him with all his might, spinning it halfway upside down on the spot, its claws pointing to the sky, both claws reaching out to grab the reckless boy.
To his surprise, Zhong Ming performed a solo sword fight for him.
Well, he lost his footing and was thrown off by the sword.
The bird's claw struck the empty, snow-white longsword, letting out a shrill cry as drops of blood splattered in the air.
From an unexpected angle, Zhong Ming used himself as a cannonball to hit the neighboring monster. Then, amidst the chaos between the two bird monsters, his flying sword returned to his feet, and he flew away.
Immortal Rat Taoist gasped.
'Whose son is this? His swordsmanship is truly remarkable. Could it be a rival of the Yan family personally taking action? Could it be the Xia family... or the Gong family? When gods fight, mortals suffer. For someone like me, adrift and rootless, finding a place to settle down is so difficult...'
Despite his thoughts, the Immortal Rat Taoist's actions were swift. He swallowed a mouthful of strong liquor, then spat it out, transforming into a golden-winged roc that lunged toward the wheelchair. A small flame on its tail darted forward rapidly, and by the time it reached Yue Kaishan and the others, it had become a blazing bird.
No matter what, Lao Miao was a cultivator at the ninth level of Qi Refining.