Chapter 58

Mo Xuanji subconsciously reached out to touch it.

"Don't move!" the system said anxiously, its voice breaking. "Don't move. This energy is protecting your heart meridian. If you break it, you will be dead!"

Where does the energy come from? Mo Xuanji was a little confused.

"Did you do this?"

"It's not me." This energy appeared so quickly that the system didn't even have time to do anything before it had already tightly protected Mo Xuanji's heart.

Looking at the blue light reflected on his hand, Mo Xuanji suddenly remembered that Yan had given him a feather not long ago, saying that it could withstand a fatal attack.

He had been wondering how to determine if it was a fatal attack and how to defend against it. Now he understood that releasing energy to protect vital points was also a way to resist the attack.

I mean, Chief, can't we just use the whole shield? It really hurts.

Perhaps because it was the first time he suffered such a serious injury, a feeling of grievance and anger suddenly rose from his sea of ​​consciousness.

How dare you? How dare you!

His gaze grew colder. Under the influence of his emotions, the pain from his wound seemed to ease slightly. Mo Xuanji slowly stood up and raised his hand again. The violent wind element swirled and compressed in his palm. Suddenly, a stream of aqua-blue energy emerged, completely enveloping the cyan.

In the process of energy condensation, a few drops of blood were drawn in.

For some reason, the energy gathering process was exceptionally smooth this time, as if using Yu Heng's body. Without giving it much thought, Mo Xuanji waved his hand and unleashed his skill.

The slender energy compression package pierced towards the strangeness with a sound of breaking through the air.

Not far away, Shen Liuxue was almost unable to hold on. She was inevitably covered in wounds and was barely able to stand by holding on to her sword.

"Changan, please, hurry up..."

The aqua-blue light drew closer. The creature, apparently aware of it, quickly raised its brush, creating a barrier of ink in front of it. However, the light pierced through its barrier, piercing its heart.

Just like last time, powerful energy exploded inside the strange body, and the inside was twisted into a mess by the strong wind.

The strange creature suddenly felt an indescribable burning sensation in its body. It lowered its head and was horrified to find that its body was burning from the inside out, and its whole body was wrapped in red flames.

"No... No, I won't accept it, I won't accept it! I can't die, I want to make a name for myself, I can't die here!" It screamed incoherently, gripping the brush tightly and making a sharp shriek from its mouth.

Its desire to survive was so strong that the dark green shadow of the brush burst out with an extremely dazzling light. The two people on the ground looked in amazement as all the white bones and skulls in the strange domain continued to turn into energy and continuously flowed in a strange direction.

The bones gradually disappeared, and the dark ground finally appeared before their eyes.

The wind raged, and white paper covered everyone's face. Something seemed to be awakening beneath the ground, pounding against the ground fiercely, causing an extremely strong vibration. However, under the suppression of the soul-locking formation, it ultimately failed to break through the ground.

Taking advantage of the fact that Guiyi had lost his ability to move, Shen Liuxue stumbled to Mo Xuanji's side and sealed his wound with ice, barely stopping the bleeding.

"Xuanji, how are you now?"

Mo Xuanji coughed up a mouthful of blood and placed his hand on his chest. The wound must have been numb from the cold; besides feeling a little cold, he couldn't feel any pain.

"It's okay, my heart isn't hurt." His left lung was also damaged, and breathing was a bit labored. He slowed down and continued, "The clan leader gave me a talisman before, and it blocked it."

Supported by the immense energy, the strange creature managed to maintain its form. The flames still burned fiercely on its body, constantly consuming its energy.

At this time, Guiyi finally lost his mind and rushed towards the two of them desperately.

The mysterious power around them began to boil. "I'm going to make you pay!"

"Don't even think about coming over." Shen Liuxue gritted his teeth and held the sword in front of Mo Xuanji.

The spirit sword in his hand seemed a little disobedient, always moving around, and Shen Liuxue almost couldn't hold it.

It took her a moment to realize that it wasn't the sword that was moving, but her own hands that were shaking.

She was terrified.

She had known what she would face long before she entered this world. Even the school would often remind students that not every mission would be completed intact.

This is the real world, not some idealistic fairy tale. There's no halo of an immortal protagonist, and no possibility of a "happy ending without any sacrifice."

Perhaps on a certain ordinary afternoon, the companions who once fought side by side would disappear forever. Before this, Shen Liuxue actually didn't feel much about death. To her, it was just like someone going on a long trip, moving house, and then no longer having any news.

There is a difference between knowing about death and facing death firsthand.

Shen Liuxue glanced at his hands, and simply tore off a piece of cloth from his clothes and wrapped the sword tightly around his hand.

Her pride would not allow her to bow to fear, and now that important companions were behind her, she could not retreat no matter what, absolutely not.

"Come on." She raised the sword and made a starting gesture, ice-blue energy flowing on the sword.

Mo Xuanji was now too seriously injured to move quickly, so he could only stand where he was and mobilize his supernatural powers again.

From the previous feedback, it was clear that the new skill had the greatest impact on the monsters. And now, he could barely manage to get the last one out.

A powerful energy wave erupted from Guiyi's body, and thick and dense ink marks surrounded Tuan Tuan and the other person. The battle was about to break out.

Zhu Changan planted his feet on the altar and pulled the brush outward with both hands. Even though he pulled with all his strength for so long, the lower half of the brush was still stuck in the altar, not moving at all.

"You, give me, come out, ah!"

Something was amiss with the noise outside. It had been about fifteen minutes since he entered the artificial lake. As time went by, Zhu Changan became increasingly anxious.

He had no idea what his companions were doing, and the brush had been stuck for over ten minutes. He had tried everything from mechanical devices to brute force, but the brush wouldn't budge.

You are just a writing brush, why are you imitating the appearance of a peerless divine sword? Zhu Changan pulled hard and couldn't help but complain in his mind.

Being powerless and having to watch your companions sacrifice themselves was enough to happen once. Zhu Changan took a deep breath, and gathered all his strength, his supernatural powers constantly gathering in his hands.

"We absolutely cannot let everyone's efforts go to waste!" Zhu Chang'an shouted, his eyes fixed only on the emerald green brush. As if some hidden energy had been triggered, a golden light instantly emanated from Zhu Chang'an's body.

The world seemed to stand still for a second.

With the sound of cracking stones, the altar instantly shattered into pieces. Zhu Changan, holding the brush, flew backward uncontrollably, plunging headfirst into a pile of white paper.

Zhu Changan felt his heart pounding, but luckily there were some white papers around him to cushion his fall, so he didn't fall too hard. He lay in the pile of papers, his chest heaving violently.

"Ha... Success." While the effect of adrenaline was still there, he gripped the brush tightly, climbed up quickly, and ran towards the shore.

Behind him, the gray ghost gave a relieved smile and slowly disappeared.

Without the center of the formation, the magic circle outside began to gradually collapse, and the ghosts on the formation points were finally freed.

Just when Mo Xuanji and Shen Liuxue were about to collapse, the ink marks suddenly disappeared on the spot as if they had lost control.

"Chang'an succeeded!" Taking advantage of the strange opening of the door, Mo Xuanji pinched the thin needle made of compressed energy and threw it out.

Guiyi took it without warning. He froze for a second, looking at his palm in disbelief. The brush quickly dissipated like snow in hot water. Without this powerful weapon, Guiyi lost control of his energy.

Because of the rush of energy absorbed earlier, many of the dead souls did not have time to be transformed into energy. They struggled within the strange body, trying their best to break free.

Finally, with a muffled thud, the strange thing exploded on the spot, and the dead souls continued to gush out from it, even from the ground. They all rushed towards the two people.

"What's going on?" Shen Liuxue opened his eyes wide and subconsciously wanted to raise his sword to defend himself. Unexpectedly, the ghosts did not attack them.

They passed by Shen Liuxue and surrounded Mo Xuanji. Shen Liuxue turned around in confusion, and before her was a scene that was completely beyond her cognition.

The dead souls prostrated themselves beside Mo Xuanji in an almost pious manner, some wanting to touch her but restraining themselves. They kept uttering low moans that Shen Liuxue couldn't understand.

The voice was strange, not like the common language in modern society, but Mo Xuanji understood it.

They said it was the wind.

It's the style of Lord Long Zun...

My Lord, how is His Majesty?

My Lord, did we succeed in defending our homeland in the end?

You must stop His Majesty... You can't...

Has His Majesty been here? I really want to see him one last time...

These ghosts kept repeating their questions and would not say anything else.

Thinking back to when the strange man said that these ghosts came from the ancient battlefield, Mo Xuanji suddenly understood something.

"It's obsession." The system's voice was complex, and its mood was obviously a little depressed. "They relied on this last bit of obsession to hold on until now."

These ghosts were already unconscious. Perhaps they were desperate to fulfill their wishes, or perhaps they had long lost the ability to distinguish. They surrounded the strange boy and kept asking questions, hoping to get an answer.

"Child..."

"I understand." Mo Xuanji lowered his eyelids, he let out a long sigh, and spoke slowly.

"His Majesty is doing well. He has now unburdened himself of his burdens and found a quiet place to hide away."

"We succeeded, and the foreign enemies were driven out. Now humans and demons live together, and everyone is very happy..."

"Your respective tribes are now doing well and have grown to great size."

“…”

"……it's all over."

Mo Xuanji responded to their obsessions one by one on behalf of the unknown adult.

Their wishes fulfilled, the souls smiled contentedly. A faint white light emanated from their bodies, and they transformed into pure white balls of light, soaring into the sky.

A few scattered ghosts seemed to be awake. They looked at Mo Xuanji and gave him a grateful smile.

"Thanks."

The remaining white bones and skulls on the ground slowly turned into powder and dispersed with the wind.

Mo Xuanji silently took out his cell phone and played the Great Compassion Mantra for them.

The last ghost also disappeared.

A bead appeared on the ground at some point, its color was as pure white as those souls.

"This is……"

"Put it away, I'll explain it to you later." The system suddenly spoke.

Mo Xuanji did as he was told. Strangely, Shen Liuxue beside him seemed unable to see the bead.

She finally recovered from her shock: "Xuanji, what happened just now? Why did they all disappear after you finished speaking?"

"These are the souls trapped here. It must be because of their supernatural powers that they mistook me for another person. After their obsession dissipated, they were freed." Mo Xuanji said and turned off the phone.

As he spoke, the strange domain quickly dissipated without energy support, and the scene before him returned to reality.

Zhu Changan walked over from a distance, holding the dark green brush in his hand. His whole body was wet and water was dripping out.

Unexpectedly, the creature was still alive. Its strange crystal had shattered, but its head still remained, gasping for air. Clearly, the brush, the spirit's host, had held onto its last breath.

Zhu Changan put it into the brush neatly, formed a seal with one hand, and a golden seal appeared out of thin air and was imprinted on the brush.

"Chang'an?" When did this guy learn the sealing technique?

Zhu Changan stood there quietly, with his head down and not saying a word.