ryethenovel Chapter 120 Helicopter Attacked, Enduring Missile Bombs!
Chapter 120 Helicopter Attacked, Enduring Missile Bombs!
The next morning at eight o'clock, Jiangzhou International Airport.
A black private helicopter was quietly parked on the helipad.
Lin Zhengxiong, accompanied by more than a dozen bodyguards, was waiting there early on. Upon seeing Lu Jingchen and Su Muyue arrive, he quickly went to greet them.
"Master Lu, Miss Su, everything is ready," Lin Zhengxiong said respectfully. "The pilot is someone I specially hired from abroad; he has twenty years of flying experience and is absolutely safe. This is a satellite phone; please contact me anytime if anything happens."
"Thank you, Chairman Lin." Lu Jingchen nodded and took the satellite phone.
"Brother Lu! You must come back safely!" Ma Xiaodong and Shi Lei, along with several hundred martial arts association students, stood not far away, waving and shouting at Lu Jingchen, "We're waiting for you to come back!"
Lu Jingchen waved to them, then boarded the helicopter with Su Muyue.
The helicopter slowly took off and flew towards the Kunlun Mountains.
Looking out the porthole at the city below, which was growing smaller and smaller, Su Muyue leaned gently on Lu Jingchen's shoulder and whispered, "Lu Jingchen, do you think we can successfully deal with the Xuanmen this time?"
"We definitely can." Lu Jingchen held her hand tightly, his eyes resolute. "Not only must we deal with the Xuanmen, but we must also avenge my master's wife, stop Lu Xuanqing from opening the Dragon's Lair, and prevent him from killing more people."
Just then, the helicopter suddenly began to shake violently.
"What's going on?" Lu Jingchen asked, frowning.
The pilot's face changed drastically, and he shouted in terror, "Oh no! We've been locked onto by a missile! It's the Xuanmen!"
No sooner had the words left his mouth than a missile, trailing a long plume of flame, hurtled toward the helicopter.
"Hold on tight!"
Lu Jingchen shouted and hugged Su Muyue tightly. Then he pushed open the hatch and his whole body burst with dazzling golden true energy.
Just as the missile was about to hit the helicopter, he jumped out and punched the missile's warhead.
"boom--!"
With a deafening roar, the missile exploded in mid-air.
The massive shockwave sent Lu Jingchen flying dozens of meters away.
The helicopter was also affected by the shockwave, lost control, and crashed into the valley below.
"Lu Jingchen!"
Su Muyue screamed and jumped down as well.
Lu Jingchen steadied himself in mid-air, caught Su Muyue, and then circulated his true energy to slowly descend to the ground.
Looking at the helicopter that had crashed in the valley, Lu Jingchen's eyes turned cold.
"Lu Xuanqing, you really can't wait to die, can you?"
Just then, footsteps came from the surrounding woods.
Dozens of Xuanmen disciples rushed out, armed with bows and arrows and submachine guns, and surrounded Lu Jingchen and Su Muyue.
"Lu Jingchen, I never expected you could withstand a missile so well. You've really impressed me."
A man dressed in a black robe stepped forward, a cold smile on his face. "However, this is Kunlun Mountain, our Xuanmen territory. Today, you won't be able to escape."
"You bunch of trash?" Lu Jingchen sneered. "You're not even enough to fill my teeth."
"court death!"
The man roared and waved his hand at his men, "Shoot them! Kill them!"
All the Xuanmen disciples pulled the trigger at the same time, and bullets rained down on Lu Jingchen and Su Muyue.
Lu Jingchen shielded Su Muyue behind him, formed a hand seal, and a golden light shield instantly enveloped the two of them.
The bullets struck the light shield, making clanging sounds, and were all deflected.
"Impossible!" The man's face changed drastically. "How is this possible? Even a bullet couldn't penetrate it?"
Lu Jingchen sneered, his figure flashed, and he instantly appeared in front of the man, slapping him across the face.
With a sharp "smack," the man was spun around three times before crashing heavily to the ground, half of his face swelling up.
"Tell me, where are those boys and girls you captured being kept?" Lu Jingchen asked coldly, stepping on his chest.
"I... I won't tell you..." the man said stubbornly.
Lu Jingchen applied slight pressure with his foot, and the man immediately screamed in pain: "I'll talk! I'll talk! They're imprisoned in the Nine Turns Yellow River Formation ahead. The sect leader plans to use them as sacrifices to open the dragon's lair!"
Lu Jingchen kicked him unconscious, then said to Su Muyue, "Let's go to the Nine Turns Yellow River Formation and save those children."
The two walked deeper into the Kunlun Mountains. After walking for about an hour, a huge valley appeared ahead.
Thick white fog filled the valley, and countless black flags could be vaguely seen fluttering in the wind, exuding an eerie aura.
"This is the Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation," Su Muyue said with a frown. "It's one of the ten most dangerous formations from ancient times, extremely powerful. Once you enter the formation, you'll be trapped in an illusion, never able to escape, and eventually your life force will be drained by the formation until you die."
"Don't worry, my master taught me how to break formations." Lu Jingchen smiled, took Su Muyue's hand, and walked into the valley.
The moment they entered the formation, the surrounding scenery instantly changed. The original valley vanished, replaced by a raging Yellow River. Countless ghosts struggled in the Yellow River, emitting mournful cries.
"Be careful, these are all illusions," Lu Jingchen warned. "Follow me, don't look around or listen to anything else."
He took a talisman from his pocket, lit it, and threw it into the air. The talisman turned into a golden light, illuminating the surrounding mist.
Lu Jingchen held Su Muyue's hand and walked step by step toward the center of the formation, following the directions of the Bagua.
Along the way, they encountered countless illusions and traps. There were mountains of knives and seas of fire, demons and monsters, and the scene that Lu Jingchen least wanted to see—the tragic death of his master and mistress.
But Lu Jingchen remained clear-headed and, with Su Muyue by his side, broke through all the barriers of the formation step by step.
Finally, they arrived at the center of the formation.
There stood a huge altar, on which were tied nine hundred and ninety-nine children, each with a pale face, fearful eyes, and constant weeping.
Dozens of Xuanmen disciples stood guard around the altar, holding long swords and watching their surroundings warily.
"stop!"
Lu Jingchen shouted and charged forward.
Those Xuanmen disciples were no match for him at all; they were all dealt with in just a few minutes.
Lu Jingchen and Su Muyue quickly untied the ropes binding the children.
"Big brother, thank you for saving us." A little girl cried and threw herself into Lu Jingchen's arms.
"Don't be afraid, it's alright now." Lu Jingchen gently patted her back and said tenderly, "I'll take you home now."
He took out his satellite phone and called Lin Zhengxiong, asking him to send someone to pick up the children.
After arranging everything, Lu Jingchen took Su Muyue's hand and continued walking towards the top of Kunlun Mountain.
As the sun sets, golden sunlight spills onto the snow-capped mountains, creating a scene as beautiful as a painting.
But Lu Jingchen and Su Muyue felt incredibly heavy-hearted.
They knew that the real battle had only just begun.
Finally, before the sun had completely set, they reached the summit of Kunlun Mountain.
A massive black palace stood atop the mountain, exuding an eerie and terrifying aura in the glow of the setting sun.
The palace gate is inscribed with three powerful characters: Xuantian Palace.
At the palace gate stood hundreds of Xuanmen disciples dressed in black trench coats, holding weapons and looking at them with cold eyes.
On the palace steps, a man dressed in a black dragon robe stood quietly with his back to them.
His hair was gray, and he was tall and straight. Even just his back view exuded a suffocating aura of power.
Hearing footsteps, the man slowly turned around.
He wore a golden mask, revealing only a pair of cold eyes.
Those eyes bore a striking resemblance to those of Lu Jingchen's master, Lu Xuanfeng, a staggering seven-tenths resemblance.
"You've finally arrived, Lu Jingchen."
The man's voice was deep and hoarse, with a hint of eerie laughter, "I've been waiting for you for twenty years."