Chapter 82: Feng Ling "The bronze mirror... is broken."
Xie Wuyang had very few talisman papers left, and he used the last few to draw teleportation talismans.
"Disciple will set up the formation as soon as possible, and will communicate with..."
Yun Wanzhou suddenly pushed him away with a palm, turned the sword in his hand, and swung it behind him.
Along with the sound of flesh tearing, black and red mucus splashed across the eyebrows and eyes.
Yun Wanzhou took a few steps forward and pushed Suixue into Xie Wuyang's arms. His expression was sharp and he said, "Let's go first."
The broken snow sword pattern under his palm was lifelike, and his fingertips suddenly tightened as they passed by.
He understood Yun Wanzhou's meaning. Using the Broken Snow Sword to fly could save a lot of time.
But what about Yun Wanzhou?
Worry and reluctance gathered in his eyes, Xie Wuyang's eyes turned slightly red, and he turned sideways.
The person who used to want to eat his flesh alive every time he woke up from a dream, now he is reluctant to let go.
Xie Wuyang no longer wanted to find out why this was the case.
He has always been spontaneous and free-spirited. Even if the other party is his mortal enemy, he will only give up the idea of revenge for a short moment.
It is God's will.
Xie Wuyang closed his eyes and moved forward quickly, fearing that if he stopped, he would not be able to help but look back and stay there.
Now the immortal gate has undergone great changes, and the secret realm is different.
If he stayed here, it would only distract Yun Wanzhou.
Yun Wanzhou asked Xie Wuyang to find the barrier, not only to protect him, but also for other considerations.
At that time, driven by the protective aura, Xie Wuyang was only one step away from the exit.
Although he made a mistake in the game, Xie Wuyang still managed to remember the approximate location of the bronze mirror's exit.
Xie Wuyang barely controlled the Broken Snow Sword and flew in the direction he remembered.
The sky was filled with black fog, and monsters occasionally flew by. In order to avoid being discovered, Xie Wuyang had to suppress all the spiritual power of the immortal sect and use the power of demonic energy and nightmare stone to find a way out.
Perhaps there is always a way out. Xie Wuyang's eyes were hurt by the flying sand. When the Broken Snow Sword under his feet began to struggle and shake, a powerful spiritual power rushed towards him.
Xie Wuyang slipped, hurriedly picked up the broken snow, and stumbled to the ground.
The black fog here was particularly strong, and one could not see one's hand in front of one's face. Xie Wuyang lit a beam of spiritual fire at his fingertips and could barely see what was happening.
The wind whistled in my ears and the dead branches rustled under my feet.
Xie Wuyang walked cautiously in the black fog, occasionally raising his hand and waving spiritual power in the air to disperse the black fog beside him.
Xie Wuyang was not sure where he stopped, nor was he sure where this powerful spiritual power came from.
But he was sure that if the bronze mirror was still there, it would only be here.
Something hit his foot. Xie Wuyang paused, took a half step back, and looked carefully.
In the darkness, a spiritual weapon with a fiery red hilt and a blade emitting a faint cold glow came into view.
It looks like a good sword, but I don’t know which unlucky disciple wields this sword. The monk abandoned the sword, and I’m afraid he must have met with an accident in the secret realm.
Xie Wuyang didn't linger on it for too long and stepped over the spirit sword.
After taking only two steps, his attention was drawn to the red scabbard not far away.
Not far from the sword body, an exquisitely carved mahogany scabbard stood alone in the vast sky and earth.
The patterns on the scabbard are bold and unrestrained, extending down to the scabbard mouth.
In the middle of the lines, the font of "fair and serious" appears particularly abrupt.
Life.
Xie Wuyang murmured aloud and suddenly opened his eyes wide.
Xu Pingsheng?!
The sword was sheathed and flew into the hand with consciousness.
Xie Wuyang looked around, trying to find Xu Pingsheng, "Brother! Xu Pingsheng!"
The black fog was so thick that it was difficult to distinguish between day and night. Xie Wuyang couldn't even tell where he was, let alone looking for someone in such a situation.
After calling out several times without any result, Xie Wuyang had to temporarily put away his magic sword and continue searching for the exit that was nowhere to be found.
The sound of the wind, mixed with faint moans, struggled to reach the ears of passers-by.
Xie Wuyang paused for a moment, and used his hearing to find the source of the sound, eventually landing on an ancient and lush tree in the forest.
The ancient tree is probably hundreds of years old and requires four people to hug it. Even in the dense forest, it is a unique existence.
And at the twisted roots of the ancient tree, an indigo-colored hem came into view, undulating slightly.
Almost instantly, Xie Wuyang recognized that this was a piece of the Cangqiong Mountain disciple's uniform.
As for the person sitting behind the ancient tree...
Xie Wuyang went around behind the tree and finally saw the man's condition clearly.
Dirty bloodstains covered half of his face, his eyebrows were tightly closed, his nostrils were twitching, his lips were slightly open as he gasped with difficulty.
The original appearance of the disciple uniform on his body could no longer be seen. If Xie Wuyang was not extremely familiar with Cangqiong Mountain, it would probably be difficult to tell.
Coupled with the fact that Feng Ling had been shaking from the beginning, all of this revealed the identity of this person.
It was Xu Pingsheng.
Xie Wuyang was shocked and immediately squatted down, using his spiritual power to check his injuries.
His internal organs were damaged, his qi and blood were blocked, and his chest was severely traumatized, with blood gushing out from the black hole.
When the hand filled with spiritual power fell on the wound, a sharp sword energy roared and pounced towards Xie Wuyang.
Xie Wuyang was shocked, and he suddenly withdrew his hand and took two steps back.
The fiery sword energy roared in his eyes, like a cry of despair.
The Phoenix Feather Sword made Xie Wuyang's right arm numb, and his fingertips trembled and loosened, and the Phoenix Feather fell to the ground with a clang. Before Xie Wuyang could come to his senses, the sword turned and shot into Xu Pingsheng's palm as fast as lightning.
At the same time, Xu Pingsheng curled his fingertips and slowly opened his eyes.
"Thank you...Junior Brother." Xu Pingsheng's scattered pupils gathered together, and after seeing the person in front of him clearly, he moved his lips and spoke with difficulty.
"Senior brother, it's me." Xie Wuyang took a few steps forward, squatted down, raised his hand and put it on Xu Pingsheng's shoulder.
The sword energy remaining in the wound had subsided a lot at some point, leaving only a few traces of spiritual energy, like a turtle fleeing in danger.
Xie Wuyang narrowed his eyes thoughtfully and looked at the Fengling Sword that was lying obediently in Xu Pingsheng's hand.
The sword energy is transformed from the spiritual sword. Although it has separated from the main body, if any residue remains, it can still sense the main sword body.
The wound still has sword energy left in it, and it will definitely be hit hard by this sword.
Xu Pingsheng...
Xie Wuyang couldn't hide the shock in his eyes. He met Xu Pingsheng's gaze as if seeking confirmation, "Senior Brother..."
Xu Pingsheng's face was pale, and he forced a smile. "It's Feng Ling."
If a spiritual weapon kills its master, it will be punished.
Xie Wuyang pursed his lips and asked, "What exactly happened?"
"I..." Xu Pingsheng's chest was shaking violently, as if he was going to cough out all his internal organs.
Seeing more blood oozing from the wound, Xie Wuyang quickly tapped two acupoints on him. "Now is not the time to explain. My master is still in the hands of the monster, and we don't know the situation. Brother, where is the exit of the secret realm? We need to hurry..."
Xu Pingsheng raised his hand to hold Xie Wuyang's hand, and shook his head slowly, "I can't get out."
Xie Wuyang was startled, "What do you mean?"
Xu Pingsheng closed his eyes, a look of grief on his face. "The bronze mirror... is broken."
"Broken...broken?" Xie Wuyang blinked and looked at him in absurdity. "This is impossible. My master and I clearly sent the other disciples out of the secret realm. How could this be..."
"That's true..." Xu Pingsheng tightened his grip on Feng Ling's hand, closed his eyes, and then opened them again, "But it's not entirely true."
Xie Wuyang had an ominous premonition in his heart.
"Five hundred disciples, you... you and the Immortal Venerable saved one hundred of them. The Bodhi beads connected to the exit, but we... we both missed something," Xu Pingsheng paused, as if reluctant. "Whether it was the secret realm or the formation, they were all created by the Lotus Mist Sect... Jiang Lin."
The news came one after another, causing huge waves in Xie Wuyang's heart.
Xie Wuyang's blood froze, and his outstretched fingertips became stiff, unlike his own. After a long moment, he curled up and asked, "How many people have gone out?"
"Seventy-three."
"Where are the rest of the people?"
"Dead."
"How did he die?" Xie Wuyang's throat tightened.
Xu Pingsheng said: "Monster, demon clan."
"Demons?"
"Yes." Xu Pingsheng nodded and gave him a wry smile. "You and the Immortal Venerable guessed correctly. The Lianwu Sect... has been completely controlled by the demons."
Who would have thought that among the immortal friends and fellow disciples who had lived and died together, there were actually several disciples of the demon clan.
When they think they have victory, strike them hard.
Xu Pingsheng's words were tantamount to shattering Xie Wuyang's only remaining hope.
Xie Wuyang maintained his final movements and remained silent.
After the Feng Ling in Xu Pingsheng's hand killed its master, he felt guilty and continuously transferred the spiritual power in his body.
After regaining some energy, Xu Pingsheng wanted to ask Xie Wuyang what his plan was, but the man who had been squatting like a wooden stick for a long time suddenly stood up, turned around and left without saying a word or looking back.
"Master...Junior Brother..." Xu Pingsheng quickly stood up and, ignoring the wounds he was injured, quickly chased after him.
"Junior brother!"
Xie Wuyang's pace became faster.
"Thank you, Junior Brother!"
Xie Wuyang turned a deaf ear and showed no intention of stopping.
Now it was Xu Pingsheng's turn to be anxious. He covered the bleeding wound with one hand, ran several steps, and blocked Xie Wuyang with his right hand.
"Those demons are lurking somewhere, and you're courting death by running around like this!"
Xie Wuyang turned his head suddenly, his eyes red and his emotions surging, and grabbed Xu Pingsheng's collar, "That's why we have to get out!"
His voice suddenly trembled, and his fingertips gripping his collar turned white. "Do you want me to stay here... and wait to die with him?"
What he said was vague, as if he was afraid of death.
But Xie Wuyang felt a bitter taste in his heart and throat, and he couldn't deceive himself no matter what.
He didn't want anything to happen to Yun Wanzhou, no matter what the reason.
Losing your cultivation and falling into the quagmire is even worse.
In his blurred vision, Xie Wuyang seemed to see the high and mighty Yun Wanzhou in spotless clothes again.
The man had the appearance of an immortal, as graceful as a startled swan. He pointed with the long sword in his hand, naturally persuading people to turn back.
Xu Pingsheng was stunned for a moment, then as if waking from a dream, he held Xie Wuyang's hand and said, "I'll go with you."
A complex expression flashed across his eyes, and Xie Wuyang's grip on his collar suddenly loosened. He nodded, "Okay."
After he finished speaking, he and Xu Pingsheng walked over the mess on the ground, and disappeared into the darkness one after the other.
…
According to Xu Pingsheng, the bronze mirror export was only a hundred steps away from here.
When he slashed the formation that suppressed the teleportation array with a sword, a crack appeared in the bronze mirror behind him, and that place became the only place not covered by the black fog.
When approaching the bronze mirror, Feng Ling, who had been quiet all the way, became restless again.
If the owner had not intentionally suppressed it, it would probably have started flying all over the secret realm and finally got stuck in a tree, unable to move again.
The fog became thinner and thinner, and when the sky brightened, a desolate and desolate land appeared in my eyes.
There is no grass growing, no life at all, and in the middle there are patches of golden light shining.
"It's here." Xu Pingsheng stopped right after Xie Wuyang, and when his eyes fell on the fragments of the bronze mirror, he couldn't help but look away.
His wounds were contaminated by wind and sand, causing him unbearable pain. His face, which had finally turned a little rosy, turned pale again.
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