Chapter 1808: Red Flame Horned Viper

Chapter 1792: The Red Flame Horned Viper

Just as Xiao Wencheng was about to speak, He Lingchuan reached out and slapped the mirror frame.

The scene in the mirror instantly changed, becoming pitch black, as if it were deep underground.

"Go!" He Lingchuan pointed at the mirror and sternly ordered his men behind him, "Everyone, quick, enter!"

As his elite force, the Black Armored Army rigorously followed orders; it was an ironclad rule. He Lingchuan would never send them to their deaths, but even if the other side of the mirror was a mountain of blades or a sea of fire, they would jump without hesitation.

Although the command was sudden, the dozen or so individuals immediately leaped in without a second thought.

Dong Rui and Ling Guang were a half-step slow, so He Lingchuan grabbed them both by the collar and directly tossed them into the mirror.

Aunt Zhu followed closely behind.

Usually, when He Lingchuan spoke sternly, she would not ask why.

Watching He Lingchuan and his group disappear before his eyes, Xiao Wencheng's expression changed.

Right, the Haoyuan Golden Mirror was already theirs. If they wanted to escape through the mirror, his side would find it difficult to restrict He Lingchuan's movements.

This was one of the side effects of the Haoyuan Golden Mirror being reconnected to the laws of this realm.

Standing before the mirror, He Lingchuan said to him, "Sect Master Xiao, you too..."

Before he could finish speaking, a sudden chill ran down Xiao Wencheng's spine. At the same moment, a warning surged through He Lingchuan's mind, and the Fusheng Blade hummed—

Danger was imminent!

Immediately afterward, the ground burst open.

Something erupted from below, shattering the ground as it came. Covered in magma, it burst into raging flames the moment it hit the air.

A wave of intense heat swept through the secret chamber, instantly raising the temperature to nearly a thousand degrees Celsius. Another attendant, standing by the altar table, had no time to scream before being instantly reduced to charcoal.

A living, breathing person was turned into a small charred figure in less than two breaths. Then, with a puff, they were scattered by a powerful gust of air.

Xiao Wencheng glowed with a flickering blue light, having activated his protective aura.

Still holding his whisk, he flicked it directly at the creature, sending hundreds of silver-thread-like crystal needles shooting out to embed themselves in its body.

A continuous sizzling sound was heard, and the areas pierced by the crystal needles turned black.

But the creature's speed did not falter; as it lunged at him, it opened its gaping maw.

Xiao Wencheng also clearly saw its true form:

"A Red Flame Horned Viper?"

It was clearly an enormous fire python, its body seemingly made of igneous fire: black like obsidian, red like magma, and white like incandescent light.

The intense light made it impossible to discern whether it had scales or not, but two thorn-like sharp horns grew on its head directly above its incandescent white eyes.

Its full length was unknown, but its body was nearly two zhang in diameter, and the area behind its neck could swell, effectively doubling its cross-section.

Three thousand years ago, this type of monster lived in the Southern Fire Purgatory. However, after the cataclysmic changes to the world, the Southern Fire Purgatory sank into the earth's core, and with it, the Red Flame Horned Vipers disappeared. Xiao Wencheng truly hadn't expected to encounter one in the world of Immortal Venerable Qianhuan.

And this one was impossibly large.

The Red Flame Horned Vipers Xiao Wencheng had seen before never exceeded five feet in diameter. These creatures grew very slowly, only gaining two meters in length every fifty years.

The creature lunged at Xiao Wencheng, its enormous mouth opening to nearly 150 degrees, aiming to swallow him whole. If Xiao Wencheng were to be devoured, his last sight would undoubtedly be those two astonishingly large fangs.

As for He Lingchuan?

He was long gone.

Xiao Wencheng knew that the man must have fled.

He flicked his whisk and prepared to unleash a divine ability, but then another movement occurred deep within the hall:

The statue of the Wind God, radiating an ominous aura as it sat serenely in the shrine, suddenly shifted its eyes.

In the next instant, it appeared out of nowhere directly in front of Xiao Wencheng. Its long staff lightly swayed, then rose vertically and thrust forward.

The force of the thrust was remarkably precise, as if the Red Flame Horned Viper had willingly offered itself, and its gaping mouth was immediately wedged open by the staff.

Both ends of the staff sharpened, and with a "swoosh," they pierced through the viper's upper and lower jaws, preventing it from shaking free.

Two gray pythons attached to the staff seized the opportunity, lunged straight for the viper's throat, and slipped inside, seemingly unfazed by the extreme heat.

It was important to note that the stone walls of the secret chamber were already melting from the Red Flame Horned Viper's radiating heat, dripping onto the floor like cheese.

Xiao Wencheng knew the battle would not end quickly and he could not let down his guard.

Sure enough, as the viper's inflated side membranes retracted, two more snake heads suddenly emerged from its sides, lunging directly at True Master Qianhuan.

Yes, this Wind God statue was also an avatar of Qianhuan.

The two-headed monster at his feet leaped up and began fighting one of the snake heads.

As the other horned viper head lunged, the Wind God avatar pulled a whip from thin air and struck it precisely on its snout.

The whip was entirely black, its composition unknown, with a three-pronged tip. Dark runes coiled and intertwined across its surface. The Wind God gave a powerful flick, and the whip extended to over two zhang in length. When it struck the viper, two of the runes lit up, glowing a vibrant blue-green.

In the language of immortals, these two runes represented "fixate" and "explode."

Two ancient characters were also carved onto the whip handle:

"Shou'an."

The whip struck the viper, causing its nose and snout to explode, sending molten magma splattering everywhere like blood.

"So, the Immortal Shou'an's God-Striking Whip ended up in your possession," Miaozhantian's voice resonated from one of the viper heads. "No wonder it couldn't be found in the Dahuang Sect's treasury."

Xushan, where the Heavenly Palace was located, was once the former mountain gate of the Dahuang Sect.

"I've renamed this whip the 'Demon-Expelling Whip.' You are not worthy of being called gods," the Wind God declared. He flicked the whip again, and its tip lashed twice across the main snake head. The rune that lit up this time was "trace."

These two lashes were formidable; the viper's fiery red head was instantly turned black, revealing an obsidian-like base that was neither gold nor stone.

These two lashes were called the Source Tracing Whips, capable of forcing an opponent to reveal their true form.

Qianhuan had long since seen through Miaozhantian's tactic; it was impossible for him to bring a real Red Flame Horned Viper in. He must have attached a divine spell to some object. Thus, the two lashes dispersed the divine spell, tracing it back to its origin.

"A meteor core?" Sure enough.

He had been wondering why this thing had been lurking underground without him, as the realm's master, detecting it beforehand. It turned out Miaozhantian had previously unleashed seventeen divine fire meteor strikes, scattering countless shattered meteor fragments throughout every corner of the Upside-Down Sea.

These fragments were pre-positioned, and when the time came, Miaozhantian would transform and empower whichever fragment was closest to Qianhuan's hiding place.

It was also their bad luck that one of these fragments landed less than twenty zhang from this secret chamber.

This move somewhat exceeded Qianhuan's expectations. Compared to before, Miaozhantian's combat style had become more flexible and less constrained by formalities.

"On my own territory, you dare to use such illusory things against me?" He was the living ancestor of illusion arts! The Wind God smirked slightly, snapped his fingers, and commanded, "Explode!"

The two gray pythons that had burrowed into the viper's belly simultaneously self-detonated. The power unleashed in that instant was almost comparable to the implosion of an immortal's primordial spirit.