Chapter 660 Dragon Vein Power

The imperial palace.

Xiao Tianhong's laughter sounded particularly harsh in the strong wind. Black air coiled around him like a snake, and his eyes gradually turned blood red, as if he were an evil spirit from hell.

The huge tripod in the mouth of the black strange bird had long been shattered, but the bird's body was still intact. Suddenly, a blood-red light emitted from its surface, and the sky around it suddenly darkened.

Blood shot up into the sky, and demonic energy surged around Xiao Tianhong, wrapping around his dragon robe like boiling black flames. His body gradually floated up, his robes rustling, his eyes were red as blood, and a ferocious smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Yun Qingqing, do you think that by breaking the Fate-stealing Evil Formation, you can stop me?"

Xiao Tianhong's voice seemed to come from the abyss, with a creepy echo.

"The power bestowed upon me by the Lord God is far beyond your imagination!"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly raised his hand and pressed his palm down hard!

boom--!

The ground of the entire palace shook violently, and scarlet blood mist surged out again from the depths of the dragon vein that had been purified by the spiritual rain before!

The blood mist quickly condensed and turned into countless fine red silk threads, spreading in all directions like a living thing - it was the plague that had been purified by Yun Qingqing before, and it was resurrecting again!

Scarlet threads spread rapidly along the veins of the earth, corroding bricks and stones wherever they passed. Faint screams of the people could be heard in the distance. The people who first came into contact with the plague had black spots on their skin.

"You think you've really eliminated the plague? Naive!" Xiao Tianhong laughed sinisterly. "They simply sank deep into the dragon veins. You didn't expect that, did you?"

"This Dragon Vein Evil Formation was prepared for the entire Daliang. Originally, there was no need to go to such great lengths to collect the resentful souls of the Imperial Capital. They could have survived for a few more days..."

Xiao Tianhong's face darkened and he stared at Yun Qingqing with resentment, while black mist was snarling around him.

"Who told you to ruin my good deeds? Today, all the people of Daliang will be buried with you!"

"I want to see what you can use to resist with your remaining spiritual power!"

Yun Qingqing's eyes were filled with clear light as he slowly fell back to the ground. Holding Dawn in his hand, he closed his eyes and concentrated. His consciousness sank deep into the earth veins, and he observed the movements of the dragon veins and the plague with his spiritual pupils.

Seeing her pale face and shaky body, Xiao Tianhong showed a hint of pleasure in his eyes and laughed sinisterly:

"What? Still trying to struggle? You've already used up all your spiritual energy to activate the Myriad Evils Subjugation Formation. What else do you have left?"

Yun Qingqing slowly opened her eyes, the light in her eyes gradually faded, and she sighed softly.

"Dragon vein... I thought of the same thing..."

"What did you say?" Xiao Tianhong frowned, not understanding what he meant.

Yun Qingqing lowered her eyes and made a gesture, her face cold and calm:

"You just told me so much just to buy time so that the plague seeds can completely integrate into the dragon veins and activate this final evil formation, right?"

"Heh..." Xiao Tianhong laughed sinisterly, "It's too late for you to figure it out now!"

Yun Qingqing calmly swiped her palm across the blade of the sword, staining it with blood. She stabbed the sword into the ground and looked at Xiao Tianhong with cold eyes:

"You haven't thought it through."

Xiao Tianhong's expression paused slightly, and he snorted coldly:

"What's the point of playing tricks now! In half a minute, the Heavenly Evil Formation will be completed. Even if the Queen Mother of the Nine Heavens is reborn, she won't be able to stop it!"

Yun Qingqing raised his eyebrows slightly, and the sword in his hand suddenly shone brightly. Then, with the point where the sword tip penetrated as the center, golden light emerged from the ground and spread out in all directions. Almost in an instant, the trend of the black air spreading was suppressed, forcing it to retreat step by step.

Countless golden lights crisscrossed like chains, extending from the square all the way to beyond sight, and there seemed to be a buzzing sound in the air!

"What!" Xiao Tianhong's face suddenly changed, "How could it be... Impossible!"

"Setting up the Dragon Vein formation is the most exhausting. Everyone needs time."

Yun Qingqing slowly stood up straight. Although her face was still pale, her figure was as straight as a pine tree.

"Qi, Men, Dun, Jia, Xuan, Tian, Tu, Mo!"

With every word she spoke, the golden light became brighter and the black energy was suppressed weaker.

Xiao Tianhong's pupils shrank sharply.

"Impossible! You're clearly exhausted, how could it be possible...how could you possibly still have the energy left to create such a large formation!"

The current Heavenly Evil Formation was created by him summoning the power of the Divine Lord! Although it was not yet complete, it was definitely not comparable to the previous Luck-stealing Evil Formation!

No matter how capable Yun Qingqing is, how could she possibly do such a thing!

Xiao Tianhong tried his best to mobilize the demonic energy, but he could only slightly slow down the speed of the black energy's contraction and was unable to resist the general trend.

Beads of sweat the size of beans fell from his forehead, his face gradually turned pale, and his facial features were almost distorted.

The Xuantian Demon-Slaying Formation took shape uncontrollably.

Yun Qingqing slowly breathed a sigh of relief and spoke calmly:

"The dragon vein has been invaded by an external evil and has been struggling for help. I will naturally receive its full support when I use the power of the dragon vein to set up a formation. Why would I need spiritual power?"

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"Dragon Vein..." Xiao Tianhong's eyes widened, and he had almost no energy to speak.

He actually used dragon veins to set up the formation without using any spiritual power. Is there really anyone in this world who can do such a thing?

"Bind!"

Yun Qingqing changed the hand gestures with his hands, and with a clear shout, golden chains quickly intertwined and wrapped around the strange bird statue.

"Lord God!"

Xiao Tianhong tried desperately to stop it, but he couldn't get away at all. He could only watch the statue being trapped in the center.

"break!"

Yun Qingqing's stern shout rang out again, and the golden chain suddenly tightened. The black and red light on the strange bird statue suddenly became dazzling, competing with the golden light, but was quickly suppressed.

Finally, the statue made a crisp sound, and then the red light dissipated completely, and the entire stone statue shattered and fell apart!

"No!!!" Xiao Tianhong roared angrily, as if all his strength was drained away, and he fell to the ground.

The light of the golden formation on the ground gradually faded away.

But Yun Qingqing did not relax. She kept her eyes on the statue. Suddenly, she drew out the Dawn Sword and shot it out with her toes touching the ground. The tip of the sword drew a talisman in front of her at lightning speed.

A horrifying roar suddenly rang out in the air, and a mass of dark and blood-red objects emerged.

"It's... you again..."

Yun Qingqing said nothing, and without hesitation, rushed into the black mist emitting demonic energy, nailing its core to the ground with one sword.

The demonic energy emitted a sharp scream and began to dissipate, and the core beat desperately like a deformed heart.

An increasingly shrill roar filled the air:

"Don't be complacent... it's too early... I will soon... take back the debt... from two thousand years ago..."

Yun Qingqing suddenly swung out a sword flower, and the magic core was completely shattered, turning into powder and drifting away with the wind, and the sound stopped abruptly.

Xiao Tianhong listened to the last words of the voice, his eyes widened in disbelief, and he murmured:

"Two thousand...years ago...you..."

Yun Qingqing took a deep breath, suppressed the fishy sweetness in her throat, and turned to look at him.

Xiao Tianhong's face turned pale, and he suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood, but he was unaware of it.

"Impossible... How could you... Didn't the Queen Mother of the Nine Heavens die a long time ago?"

Yun Qingqing steadied her shaky body and walked towards him step by step.

"Now, it's time to settle the accounts, Xiao Tianhong... No, should I call you..."

"Qingfengzi!"