Heavenly Dao Formula

A "gap" suddenly appeared in the night sky.

It is not that the night is replaced, nor is it that a huge light source lights up the night, but that a cover suddenly seems to be lifted in the dome, making the background color of the night sky no longer complete.

Then a golden light burst out from the gap and shot directly at Olina. Inspired by the light, she seemed to rekindle her fighting spirit, struggled to stand up, and opened her bloody mouth to the alchemist of the Privy Council.

"Everyone get out of the way!" Yu Linglong warned.

Before the words fell, a golden flame with a length of nearly 100 meters shot out from the mouth of the ambassador of the archipelago. It passed through the crowd and the courtyard wall, and shot directly into the main hall next door. The candle generally melts and collapses.

The alchemists closest to Olina were the first to suffer. They instantly turned into burning paper figurines, their flesh peeling off in the sea of ​​flames, exposing the scorched bones underneath. The second is the guards of the headquarters who stood farther away and supported them with bows and crossbows. The surging heat wave ignited their robes in the air, causing chaos in the rear formation.

Even Xia Fan and the others, who were far away from the battle area, still felt the scorching breath blowing in the evening wind.

"What kind of technique is this?" Li couldn't help blurting out.

"You can think of it as a kind of fairy art, but in the West Pole, they have a special name, and that is divine art."

"Divine technique?" Xia Fan subconsciously repeated.

The second prince sized him up with interest, "If you don't ask about fairy art, ask about divine art. It seems that you already know what immortal art is."

"This...staying in the recording department for five or six days, I have learned a lot."

"Don't worry, I don't mean to blame you. Seeking knowledge is just the most basic need of an alchemist." The second prince turned back to the topic, "For those overseas kingdoms, they believe in the masters of the dark world more than they believe in themselves. , for example, all kinds of gods. Divine magic is the power obtained by praying to the gods."

"Wait a minute, what do you mean...God really exists on the West Pole?"

Ning Qianshi showed a strange expression, "Do you believe it?"

After finishing speaking, he turned his gaze back to the battlefield, "If the god is as invincible as described in Henggu's rumors, then our roundup is nothing but futile, and Olina should have gotten away long ago; if the god can be defeated, It doesn't matter what it's called, it's just a stronger opponent. In the final analysis, everything has to be judged by strength."

"And He'er has already given the answer in this calculation. Our chances of winning are more than 90%—"

Olina swung her long neck, trying to wipe out the alchemists, but someone stood in her way.

Yuyi "dry".

Xia Fan was surprised to find that the highest-ranking alchemist in the Privy Council went up against the golden flames, pushed against the huge dragon head, then swung his arm and punched her on the jaw with a huge bang. The sound seemed to hit the bottom of everyone's heart.

He is not immune to fire. In the turbulent "divine fire", half of his body is also melting, but the other half is reshaping the flesh. It was as if there were many bodies hidden in his body, and these flesh bodies emerged from one side to replace the burnt old body, and the speed of remodeling was not much slower than ablation. Against the backdrop of the flames and shadows, his muscular body with well-defined outlines and knotted meridians is like a cast of gold and iron.

This is... too exaggerated, right?

Jinxia and the others were stunned. Such an astonishing ability to recover, even Li, who is a demon, was far behind.

Is this guy really human?

"Qianshu, grasping the living beings, reaching the will of heaven, symbolizing life, and containing extinction, is the most creative type among the eight techniques." Ning Qianshi explained in an orderly manner, "The one who achieves the ultimate, the name is It represents the genus of the hexagram."

"Isn't he using fairy art?" Xia Fan sensed the key.

The second prince shook his head, "Immortal arts are not necessarily stronger than alchemy. The reason why those arts are called immortal arts is because they are extremely complicated and difficult to analyze, so I can summarize them in one word. But I personally think that immortal arts There is no essential difference from alchemy, if our understanding of the world continues to deepen, I believe that the principles of fairy art will one day come to light."

He paused, "Not only that, the spells and divine spells of the West Pole...are just alchemy under different concepts. One day, these powers will be summarized under an overall framework, and they will no longer be carried out by region or name. Superficial division, but all of them can be used by the Privy Council."

Xia Fan has to admit that this is a very advanced concept.

The second prince who can clearly realize this point, even if his own skills are not advanced enough, is enough to become a core figure in the study of alchemy.

The golden flame gradually faded away.

Apparently Olina had exhausted all her strength, she was no longer able to fight against the man in front of her, the corners of her mouth had been beaten to a bloody mess, and even her fangs were severed by the man.

She was forced to return to human form.

At this time, the ambassador of the archipelagic country was no longer the original beauty, and the robe on his body was already in tatters, barely covering his body. Shoes, gloves, and headgear were all lost in the battle, and the scarred legs directly knelt on the cold stone slab, and the tied hair was scattered all over the ground, not much different from the refugees gathered outside the city.

Two guards approached her from behind and pierced two spears across her shoulder blades—the spear shafts pierced through her body and protruded from both sides of her collarbone one after another, locking all her room for movement like a shackle.

So far, Olina no longer has any power to resist.

"In addition to the few crimes mentioned before, your crimes now include the killing of alchemists and the guards of the Privy Council." Ning Qianshi walked up to her at this moment and said, "If you were arrested at the beginning, why should you suffer all these crimes?" Torture. Now that it's over, do you have anything else to say?"

"Kill... me." Olina coughed out a mouthful of blood.

"That's impossible. For the Privy Council, you are a good bargaining chip. Besides, I also have a lot of things I want to know from you. For example, your personnel scattered in the six countries, and the communication code..."

"Do you think I'll tell you—ah!"

Olina let out a scream before finishing her sentence.

Ning Qianshi snapped off one of her fingers, "Just because you don't want to say it now, doesn't mean you don't want to say it in the future. I heard that the monster's recovery ability is quite strong, which saves us a lot of effort—at least we don't have to worry about it. You could easily die before you get an answer."

Then he ordered to the guards, "Take her down and put her in the dungeon."

"Yes, Your Highness!"

Is this thing over?

Xia Fan glanced at Olina who had been dragged away. In order to deal with the ambassador of the archipelago, this move might have shocked even half of Shangyuan City. Next, the crown prince would be furious, and there might be a storm in Gyeonggi . And all he wanted to do was to get out as soon as possible. Thinking of this, Xia Fan looked at the second prince, "Your Highness, I wonder if I can go back now?"

"Of course not." Ning Qianshi raised the corner of his mouth, "Because the grand ceremony has already begun, how can we miss your participation at such a critical moment?"

As his words fell to the ground, there was suddenly a dense clattering sound outside the Privy Council House, like a huge drum performance—no, Xia Fan realized that it was not the sound of drums, but the sound of horseshoes stamping on the ground sound.

He turned his head and looked towards the door, only to see a cavalry in dark armor neatly passing through the long street outside the Privy Council Palace, until it stopped slowly. On the flag they hold high, there is a huge "Xu" embroidered on it.