Chapter 78: Awakening "Master, your sword."
Xie Wuyang's expression was gloomy and unclear, and no one knew what he was thinking.
Yun Wanzhou had a calm expression and stood with his hands behind his back.
It is human nature to be afraid of death, but those who practice Taoism often risk their lives, so danger is commonplace.
But in the current situation, what is overwhelming them is the ever-present despair and sorrow.
A low, cold voice interrupted the discussion. Yun Wanzhou pursed his lips tightly, his brows cold, and said, "Start the formation."
Fu Zhitao bit his fingertip, and blood oozed out and dripped onto the center of the formation.
In an instant, the formation's spiritual power lit up.
The wind started to pick up around them, and the talismans floated in the air.
A gust of wind suddenly blew over, blowing the talisman paper into the air, and the surrounding barriers shattered.
Xu Pingsheng gripped the long sword in his hand, leaned forward, and rushed straight towards the beast tide with several sword cultivators behind him.
The other disciples all set up formations and cast spells to assist behind him.
Although the exit of the bronze mirror was sealed, there was still some spiritual power remaining on the bronze mirror, and it still had a connection with the Bodhi beads in the hands of the disciples.
They have to cross the beast tide and find the exit.
Xie Wuyang was unable to use his spiritual power recklessly, and Yun Wanzhou was also a puppet.
Fu Zhitao held the talisman paper in her hand and protected them behind her with a vigilant look. "Master and Junior Brother, you must follow me."
Yun Wanzhou rarely experienced being protected by others, and felt rather awkward. He nodded with a complicated expression, "The formation I set up on the bell will only activate when in danger. You can attack it with magic."
Fu Zhitao's eyes lit up, "Disciple understands."
After saying that, Fu Zhitao took out a detonating talisman from his Qiankun bag and stuck it on the bell around his waist.
Just as he was about to press the seal to activate it, Yun Wanzhou suddenly held his wrist and said, "You also need to draw a talisman that can block the aura."
"Master, do you mean to isolate the cultivators' spiritual energy?"
Yun Wanzhou: "Isolate the Broken Snow Sword Qi. The secret realm has a barrier. If you rashly invite it in, it will be driven away."
"Yes!" Fu Zhitao nodded, and immediately pulled his hand out to search his Qiankun bag.
Talismans that can block sword energy are not common, and Fuzhitao happened to have left behind two of them when he was practicing this kind of talisman.
After making sure that the talisman paper was intact, Fu Zhitao pondered for a moment, thinking that he had to cast a spell and Yun Wanzhou had to take the sword, so Xie Wuyang was the only one left with nothing to do.
"Junior brother..." Fu Zhitao called out, then turned around and handed the talisman to Xie Wuyang, "When Suixue appears, stick this talisman on the sword."
Xie Wuyang lowered his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking, and raised his hand absentmindedly.
When the talisman paper touched Fu Zhitao's hand, Xie Wuyang was stunned, and suddenly he stared at the half of the other party's wrist that was exposed and was distracted.
"Junior brother?" Fu Zhitao waited for a long time but got no response, so he tilted his head.
Xie Wuyang suddenly came back to his senses and withdrew his hand from mid-air, "I understand."
After ensuring that everything went smoothly, Fuzhitao took the bell off her waist and threw it into the air.
Spiritual power followed closely behind, lighting up the patterns on the talisman paper.
Several formations complement each other and converge together in a messy manner.
As the spiritual light intertwined, the bells rang continuously, which was extremely harsh.
As the conflict reached its peak, the detonating talisman emitted a dazzling light.
As the explosion roared, a sharp blade broke through the wind, and the sword, like a rainbow, attacked straight down.
Xie Wuyang tightened the talisman paper in his hand, activated the remaining spiritual power on it, and moved forward with light skills, suddenly grabbing the Broken Snow Sword.
Perhaps it was because of the suppression of the secret realm, or because the restraints on him no longer existed, but the sound of the Broken Snow Sword was exceptionally harsh, piercing his bones, as if it was going to tear him apart.
Xie Wuyang's face turned pale for a moment, and he stuck the talisman paper on the sword.
The talisman glowed, and the Broken Snow Sword seemed to be isolated by something, and the spiritual power around it subsided.
The broken snow in his hand suddenly loosened, and before Xie Wuyang could come to his senses, the feeling of weightlessness followed.
Xie Wuyang felt a black screen before his eyes, and he staggered a few steps and fell to the ground.
The tearing sensation from the wound made him break out in a cold sweat. A white, slender hand suddenly passed through his armpit and supported Xie Wuyang's arm.
Yun Wanzhou's tone was even colder than usual. "Who told you to catch the broken snow?"
"It's not you..." As soon as the words came out, Xie Wuyang was also stunned, then smiled helplessly and shook his head, "I misunderstood."
He was distracted for a moment, and then he remembered that Fu Tao had only asked him to throw the detonating talisman from the beginning to the end.
He tightened his grip on his arm, curled his fingertips, and met Yun Wanzhou's gaze.
For some reason, those indifferent eyes were terribly dark, as if a huge storm was brewing.
Yun Wanzhou was angry.
The cold-hearted and aloof Yun Xianzun actually got angry because of his own disciple.
Xie Wuyang's gaze paused, then suddenly narrowed, and his hand holding the Broken Snow Sword tightened again and again.
The air was silent for a long time. The gaze beside him stayed on him for an unknown amount of time. Only when the gaze disappeared did Xie Wuyang move his numb body and pick up the broken snow.
The sword seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, pressing down on Xie Wuyang's wrist and causing it to tremble. "Master, your sword."
Leng Bai's fingertips touched the hilt of the sword. Yun Wanzhou lowered his eyes and took the broken snow. All his emotions disappeared in an instant.
The sound of spiritual energy colliding constantly filled the surroundings, and the roars of monsters and the cries of pain from the disciples echoed one after another.
The Broken Snow Sword flashed with a cold light, and the silent sword energy spread from the sword to Yun Wanzhou's whole body.
He pointed his toes and turned into a flying swallow in the air. He slashed with every step, blood splattered everywhere, and soon he was submerged in the vast tide of beasts.
The detonating talisman blew the bell of Fuzhitao into powder, and it disappeared into the air long ago.
Fuzhitao was stunned for a moment, then was brought back to his senses by the vibration under his feet.
He raised his hand and waved out a talisman, stopping the monster that was attacking the two of them, and raised his hand to block Xie Wuyang behind him.
"Junior brother, I will protect you."
Xie Wuyang pulled the corner of his pale lips and shook his head, "Senior Brother, you underestimate me too much."
"You can't use spiritual power." Fu Zhitao frowned and scolded.
This was the first time Xie Wuyang had seen him so fierce. The chaotic thoughts in his mind dissipated a little, and his usual arrogant expression softened a little. "It's okay. I am a cultivator after all, so I am not completely powerless. If you are worried, why not give me a few talismans for protection?"
In troubled times, it is difficult for everyone to protect themselves. If Xie Wuyang can protect himself, Fu Zhitao also wants to rush into the beast tide and help all the immortal friends break the formation.
What Xie Wuyang said is a good idea.
Hearing this, Fuzhitao hesitated, "But..."
"It's okay." Xie Wuyang shook his head firmly.
Even though he couldn't fight the monster head-on, Fu Zhitao was still confident that he could use talismans to find a place to survive in this secret realm.
Fu Zhitao lowered his eyes and thought for a moment, then stopped hesitating and took out several pieces of talisman paper from his Qiankun bag.
He had drawn them before entering the secret realm. Although he could no longer use them to find the demon fruit, they were still very useful for protecting people.
Fu Zhitao stuffed all the talisman papers in his hand to Xie Wuyang, keeping only two for himself and some unused blank talisman papers. He was still a little worried, "Junior brother, be very careful."
It was unknown which disciple was hit in the vitals by the monster, and he took several steps back and fell at Xie Wuyang's feet.
The monster took a few steps to the side of the three people and swung its tail.
When it was about to touch the three people, Xie Wuyang grabbed a talisman and threw it out.
The collision of spiritual power made a dull sound, deflecting the monster's attack.
Fuzhitao clenched his fists and turned away.
No matter how powerful the monks are, there are only a few hundred of them.
Those monsters were born and died and were born again, as if they were endless.
Xie Wuyang clenched the talisman in his hand, frowning as he stared at the absurd and bizarre scene in front of him.
The monster's head and body were separated, and its hot blood spilled all over the ground. Before it had cooled down, it suddenly moved strangely for no reason.
Before the monk who killed it could recover from the war, they merged together again.
Wisps of black air flowed out from the wound, leaving a suture-like mark.
"This...what on earth is this thing..." The monk standing in front of the monster had his pupils widened and was shrouded in fear.
At the same time, exclamations began to rise from the side.
"Why can't this monster be killed..."
"No...that's not right...I've been cultivating for years, and I've never seen such a number of people being brought back to life..."
"What should we do now?"
"Immortal Master Yun, where is Immortal Master Yun?" The familiar address dispersed the crowd, and the immortal monks seemed to have found their backbone all of a sudden. They gave up fighting and retreated to one place.
There was a huge black fog overhead, blocking out the last ray of light.
There is no distinction between day and night in the secret realm.
Half of Yun Wanzhou's body was already covered in blood, but he still couldn't block the chill emanating from his body.
He was unable to use his spiritual power. Although Shattered Snow recognized his soul, its power was still half as strong.
There were heavy breathing sounds one after another, and occasional coughs.
"Immortal Yun, right now... what should we do now?"
Blood dripped from the tip of the sword, and in the blink of an eye, the blade of the Broken Snow Sword became as smooth as before.
Yun Wanzhou pursed her lips, and her phoenix eyes scanned the surroundings sharply.
The monsters became more and more violent, not distinguishing between friend and foe.
"wait."
"Wait for someone outside to rescue us? Yun Xianzun..." The cultivator smiled bitterly, "Do we still have time to wait?"
The broken snow cut through the wind and pierced the throat of the attacking monster.
Yun Wanzhou dodged to the side and pulled out the broken snow from his throat.
Blood gushed out, and under the raging wind, Yun Wanzhou's voice was like ice and shattered jade, "Xu Pingsheng."
Like waking from a dream.
The monks were confused at first, looking at each other.
When the clouds parted and the blue sky appeared, it was discovered that the young talent of the new generation, the senior brother of Cangqiong Mountain, Xu Pingsheng, had disappeared without a trace.
At the same time, Xie Wuyang used up half of the talisman paper and finally escaped from the beast tide and came in front of Yun Wanzhou.
His chest was heaving, and the wounds on his waist and abdomen had long been torn beyond recognition.
Without taking a breath, Xie Wuyang raised his hand and grabbed Yun Wanzhou's sleeve, shaking his head with a complicated look in his eyes, "You can't force an attack."
"Why?" Yun Wanzhou narrowed his eyes slightly.
"Master has been imprisoned for too long and may have forgotten a few things about the secret realm. Earlier, Ji Yao..." The hand gripping his sleeve tightened, as if he had experienced several struggles. "Fellow Immortal Ji broke the bracelet and couldn't leave the secret realm. He encountered an external force. Later, the Lord of Sun Moon Valley used a bell as ears to detect monsters and also encountered the same force. I'm worried..."
Yun Wanzhou waited patiently for his next words.
Xie Wuyang took a deep breath, as if he had made up his mind, "With Old Zhang on the big rock slope..."
Yun Wanzhou: "Is it the Nightmare Stone?"
Unexpectedly, Yun Wanzhou would suddenly speak. Xie Wuyang was stunned for a moment before nodding, "Yes."
Yun Wanzhou frowned, looking helpless yet indulgent, and sighed, "I know. I was aware of this matter when I entered the secret realm, but now the situation is urgent, so I have no choice but to try my best. I only hope that Xu..."
"boom--"
A loud noise came from behind, and Yun Wanzhou stopped talking and turned to look.
Dust rose up behind them, and a huge shadow fell on everyone's heads, like a mountain, sitting on the ground.
The monks paused, and before they could figure out what was going on, the shadow started moving again.
Wherever he went, no grass grew.
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