Chapter 51 Heavenly Dao is the voice of Heavenly Dao!
Outside the secret realm, quicksand filled the sky, blocking out the sun.
Hundreds of puppets, having been immobilized by talismans, could not be controlled for the moment and could only sit around the spirit vein, unable to move.
The yellow sand in the sky fell like snow and mud, piling up, burying their feet, legs, and even waists bit by bit.
We are all mortals, no different from the fragile and easily broken creatures in this world. If we are not rescued, we will be buried alive.
Not far away, in the center of the quicksand vortex, the dark demonic energy in the shape of a human figure was still trying to absorb the strands of spiritual power overflowing from the spiritual vein in order to break free from the constraints brought to him by the restriction.
At this moment, from the yellow sand that covered the sky, a sharp and powerful sword intent broke through the air, like a white rainbow in the dark night, picking up the rain-like sand and stirring it into the thick black demonic energy.
Invisible and powerful sword intent burst out from the sword, twisting the demonic energy.
"Go save them!"
The person who came was Jiang Hanqiu, full of heroic spirit. While fighting with the demon in the vortex, he ordered his disciples to take the people nearby away and take them to a safe place for temporary shelter.
The eldest disciple Yun Ni who came with them had a perfect understanding with the master, so needless to say, he immediately brought his eight junior brothers and sisters with him, and pulled the hundreds of puppets one by one into the distance against the wind and sand.
Only Song Xinghe was left, staying near the whirlpool to cooperate with Jiang Hanqiu.
However, the whistling wind, the blinding sand, the flashing of swords and the scorching sun all around made Song Xinghe stiffen involuntarily.
He felt as if he was surrounded by a hazy film, isolating himself from the rest of the world.
Jiang Hanqiu dealt with the thick black demonic energy. He leaped up from the sand like a dancing cloud in the wind, making it impossible for the demonic energy to catch up with him or escape from him.
She devoted a bit of her attention to asking Song Xinghe to come over and cover the evil spirit with the high-level demon-killing bag she had obtained from the headmaster before leaving.
But when I glanced over, I saw that his face was unusually frozen, motionless, as if he could not see or hear anything, and was in a trance.
She frowned and paused, almost being blinded by the evil spirit. Fortunately, she reacted quickly and quickly calmed down.
Jiang Hanqiu was naturally unhappy that he was still distracted at such a critical moment. But she soon remembered that the little girl from Fu Ri Peak had also died here two years ago due to an accident in the secret realm.
Song Xinghe had a good relationship with the little girl, so it was understandable that he was reminded of her by the scene.
But it depends on the occasion!
Jiang Hanqiu waved his sword and threw a sword intent in front of Song Xinghe, stirring up a layer of sand and hitting him directly.
"What are you daydreaming about, you little bastard?"
A scolding finally brought Song Xinghe back to his senses.
Only then did he realize that everyone had already done their job, and only he had stopped moving forward. He couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart. Without time to explain, he immediately drew out the demon-killing bag in one hand and the sword in the other, flew out, joined Jiang Hanqiu's side, and fought against the evil spirit with her.
"Where did this monster come from? It's so weird!"
As he spoke, he cooperated with Jiang Hanqiu and slashed down with a sword, blocking the evil spirit's retreat.
Because the original body was still trapped in the restriction under the vortex, this ball of evil energy could not escape anywhere else. Seeing that Song Xinghe's Baihong Sword was blocking the way, it simply turned around, as if intending to hide back underground.
"Don't even think about running!"
Jiang Hanqiu turned his wrist and tapped the sand with his toes. After a burst of sand, he jumped to the other side of the whirlpool. The sword swept across, and the sword intent formed a thin but solid barrier, blocking his retreat.
"Song Xinghe!"
Jiang Hanqiu shouted, and Song Xinghe was already close. He understood what he meant and opened the demon-killing bag without hesitation.
The small cloth bag was originally smaller than a mustard bag. Once the rope on the mouth was loosened, it seemed to be inflated by the wind and quickly grew larger. In the blink of an eye, it turned into a huge cloth ball that could accommodate several people.
The cloth ball opened its mouth wide and pounced towards the dark evil energy.
The evil spirit was eager to escape and was even more difficult to deal with than a slippery fish in the water. It swam around everywhere and, in desperation, even tried to possess Jiang Hanqiu and Song Xinghe.
The cultivation level of this demon cultivator was not low. When he tried to possess them by force, both of them felt an invisible sense of chaos that directly invaded their minds, making them feel dizzy.
"Don't let your guard down, we can't let him get away!" Jiang Hanqiu was an elder of a peak after all, with high cultivation, rich experience, and extensive knowledge. He only hesitated for a moment, then used even stronger willpower to resist the invasion of demonic energy, and at the same time spoke to remind Song Xinghe.
Although Song Xinghe was not as strong as Jiang Hanqiu, he knew that this was the critical moment and he could not be distracted at all, so he quickly tried to concentrate his mind.
He couldn't be as quick and clear-headed as Jiang Hanqiu, but at least he could still control himself. He was just a little slower than usual, and the evil spirit almost escaped several times.
Fortunately, everything was salvaged in the end.
After a moment, the demon-killing bag finally caught all the evil spirits that had nowhere to escape.
Jiang Hanqiu rushed forward quickly, snatched the rope from Song Xinghe's hand, and sealed the bag in two or three strokes.
"Finally caught him." She wiped the dust from her forehead, picked up the demon-killing bag in her hand, looked at it, and then put it on the sand.
The yellow sand that was flying all over the sky just now, without the stirring of the evil spirit, is falling back to the ground, dripping and rustling, like running water in the rainy season.
Song Xinghe took a breath, steadying himself with his sword, and then walked over to Jiang Hanqiu. He clasped his fists and said apologetically, "Uncle Jiang, I'm sorry. I was distracted just now and almost made a big mistake."
Jiang Hanqiu didn't speak immediately, but frowned at his slightly messy Taoist robe. He cast a cleaning spell and also cast one on Song Xinghe. Seeing that both of them were clean, he nodded lightly.
"It's good that you know. Although I'm not your master, I'm still your uncle. Over the years, I've seen you become more and more calm, and I know you're not intentionally distracted. I guess you're just thinking about your senior sister. Anyway, it hasn't delayed anything right now, so I won't blame you. But you must remember, never do this again in the future."
Song Xinghe said nothing, clasped his fists respectfully again, and bowed slightly: "Uncle Master is right, I will keep it in mind and will never forget it."
Jiang Hanqiu looked at the respectful and obedient young man in front of him, and couldn't help but think of himself when he first entered Tianyan many years ago.
At that time, he relied on his origin of a prominent family and his excellent talent, and was the most unruly person inside and outside the sect. Now, the fact that he can remain so calm is inseparable from that girl Mu Fuyue.
Although she didn't like the girl very much, she admired her for this point. At such a young age, she was able to bring a troublemaker like Song Xinghe into obedience. She was quite capable.
Soon, the quicksand gradually stopped, and the vortex in the center was slowly filled up. However, the people who had just taken the puppets away temporarily did not come back.
Jiang Hanqiu felt puzzled and was about to send a message to Yun Ni to inquire about the situation, but not far away, Yun Ni was already flying towards him on a sword.
"Master, have you caught that monster?"
Jiang Hanqiu pointed to the demon-killing bag beside him and nodded, "It's already been taken in. Only the demon cultivator's original body, sealed underground, remains. Now that the demonic energy is gone, it should be unable to wreak havoc on the human world."
After hearing this, Yun Ni did not show any joy, but became even more anxious.
"But, Master, those controlled people haven't regained consciousness yet!"
As soon as the words fell, the faces of the three of them froze.
Normally, when the demonic energy is covered by the demon-killing bag, the sealed demon cultivator should lose control of those puppets. The small amount of demonic energy attached to their bodies will dissipate, and they will regain consciousness.
But now, the situation is unexpected.
If the control has not disappeared, it means that the evil spirit has not been completely subdued.
Could it be that there is a problem with the seal?
Jiang Hanqiu's eyes flashed, and he said "Not good", and quickly jumped back to the place where the quicksand vortex appeared. Using his sword as a carrier, he began to check the formation and seal below.
This place is close to the spiritual vein, and the restrictions are complicated and cumbersome. If there is any looseness, it must be filled immediately.
More than twenty years ago, she had brought the sect's disciples here for routine inspections once or twice. It was for this reason that the burden of providing support this time fell on her shoulders.
Relying on memory, after a while of searching, he found a formation that was missing a corner.
Without having time to think about whether it was broken through by the demon cultivators below, or it was deliberately exposed by someone else, she quickly began to repair the formation according to her memory.
But it's too late.
With a loud bang, the sand that had returned to calm suddenly shook violently, as if something was trapped in a cage and was struggling to slam against the walls of the cage.
This collision created a powerful pressure that forced the disciples to fall into the sand, unable to stand. Two of them, whose cultivation was still shallow, even had traces of blood flowing from the corners of their mouths.
Even Jiang Hanqiu felt his feet numb from the shock.
"Damn it," she said, using her sword to support herself on the ground, finally steadying herself. "What the hell is the origin of this thing?"
…
The sky in the secret realm became darker.
After Mu Fuyun took the Lotus Cold Frost Pill, he sat in meditation and regulated his breathing until he felt temporarily recovered, then he slowly opened his eyes.
This pill can only temporarily suppress her physical condition. Perhaps soon, the evil fire will come back and become more intense. It would be best to resolve the matter in Beiwu Town before that, return to Tianyan, and rely on the cold pond to survive.
I don’t know how long this period of meditation lasted.
At this moment, the sky was dark. The blue sky and the golden sun were still there, but they were obscured by large patches of thick cumulus clouds. There was neither rosy clouds nor sunlight. It was not like sunset, nor like before the rain.
This kind of weather is really weird.
At this time, there was only a rumbling sound——
A sound like muffled thunder shook the heaven and earth, like an eggshell that was about to be smashed open from the outside.
Mu Fuyun was caught off guard and his body swayed, leaning to the side and leaning against a thick tree.
The air around them quietly underwent subtle changes, and traces of chill overflowed from the lake ahead.
The temperature around quickly dropped, and white mist condensed on the clear water surface.
Just as he was about to turn around and look for Zhan Yao, Chu Ye and the others, he didn't expect that in the blink of an eye, the scenery around him seemed to have undergone subtle changes.
There were still trees, green grass, and lakes, but for some reason, they reminded her of Yuya Mountain.
The place where she had stayed for decades, every blade of grass and every tree were deeply engraved in her memory.
This is where she grew up and cultivated, and it's also the place she's always wanted to return to since she came here...
He had clearly already achieved perfection, with only one step left, but he had to end up in this place, with this identity, and had to start all over again.
Do you have any complaints?
It was the voice of Heaven that I heard when I first came to this world!
[Do you want to go back? Back to Yuya Mountain, and continue to be the person you used to be, admired by thousands, the most arrogant in the world, unmatched by anyone.]
Mu Fuyun suddenly looked up at the dark sky, his heart beating violently.
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