"After I leave, take the opportunity to run eastward continuously."
"Remember, you must deliver this letter to the Grand Elder."
Before Lu Fuyue could react, Meng Qingyan pushed her out.
She subconsciously looked up at Meng Qingyan, who was rushing out, a complex emotion flashing in her eyes.
When she fell into the battlefield through the void gate yesterday, the carnage she saw when she opened her eyes was only the tip of the iceberg.
Among humans, there are treacherous villains who stab people in the back, and there are heroes who are willing to die for the greater good...
Meng Qingyan is the latter.
Lu Fuyue remained silent for a moment, then turned around and used her cultivation technique to conceal her aura, heading eastward.
If she wasn't mistaken, this letter concerned the very survival of humanity.
So even if Meng Qingyan didn't threaten her, she would still help him.
...
However, just as Lu Fuyue reached the city gate, a cloud of black mist suddenly rose from beneath her feet and trapped her.
"Water Spirit Saint Body, it's actually a Water Spirit Saint Body, hahaha, I'll be breaking through to the Nascent Soul stage very soon."
The black mist swirled around Lu Fuyue, as if admiring some delicious food.
Lu Fuyue's expression changed slightly. This was... a demon at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage?
She raised her hand and summoned the Weak Water Harp, placing her fingers on the strings while her body remained tense, ready to seize any opportunity.
But at that moment, Lu Fuyue's body seemed to be bound by something, unable to move.
Then the demon transformed into a wisp of black smoke and suddenly burrowed into Lu Fuyue's heart.
Instantly, all the blood in her body began to boil like water, violently surging through her meridians.
Lu Fuyue's face turned pale, and the zither in her hand suddenly fell to the ground. She swayed and suddenly knelt on the ground, her ten fingers gripping the ground tightly, leaving streaks of blood.
"Hahaha, as expected of the Water Spirit Holy Body, this soul is truly fragrant."
Lu Fuyue bit her lower lip tightly, and beads of sweat appeared on her forehead. Within her sea of consciousness, large swaths of demonic energy permeated every place, constantly devouring her soul.
If this continues, she really will die.
She forcibly suppressed the pain and circulated her cultivation technique to resist the erosion of the demonic energy. However, given the enormous gap in strength, Lu Fuyue's resistance was like tickling the demon, causing no damage whatsoever.
Gradually, most of the area within his sea of consciousness changed from white to black.
If Lu Fuyue's consciousness is completely covered by black, then he will surely die.
She made up her mind; whatever she didn't care about now, the most important thing was to survive!
Lu Fuyue circulated her cultivation technique, mobilizing the power of the phoenix bloodline within her body, and then gradually guided the Phoenix Red Lotus Divine Fire into her sea of consciousness, rushing towards the demonic energy.
The black mist thinned out a little, but a mouthful of blood rose in her throat.
Lu Fuyue's vision went black, and she collapsed to the ground, unable to hold on any longer. In the end, the difference in strength was simply too great.
"How could this be? You...you actually have the aura of a phoenix on you?"
All the demonic energy condensed within Lu Fuyue's sea of consciousness into an old man emanating black mist.
He lowered his head and sniffed around, a glint of greed flashing in his eyes. "So it's a young phoenix."
"Hahaha, I've struck it rich! As long as I form a contract with you, I'll have a continuous supply of Phoenix Divine Blood for my cultivation."
The words had barely left his mouth.
He formed a hand seal and sent a wisp of demonic energy into the brightest white area of Lu Fuyue's sea of consciousness.
Just then, a golden light suddenly appeared in Lu Fuyue's sea of consciousness, instantly blasting the old demonic cultivator away.
He collapsed to the ground, his face changing drastically, and the demonic energy around him showed signs of dissipating. "This is... a protective mark left by a Mahayana cultivator?"
The old demonic cultivator immediately struggled to his feet, wanting to escape this place, but the next second, golden light shone brightly, and the illusory image of an ice phoenix flew out from the golden light, crying out to the sky, a hint of coldness flashing in its eyes.
"Ahhhh—"
After several screams, the old demonic cultivator turned into a wisp of black smoke and disappeared into the world.
At the same time, the wooden string on the Weak Water Harp within her body, which symbolized the power of life, suddenly emitted bursts of green light, gradually repairing her sea of consciousness.
...
Meng Qingyan drew his sword and leaped into the air, slashing at the few Mahayana cultivators of the Demon Clan. In an instant, the wind and clouds changed, a strong gale arose, and the sword light, like a giant crescent moon, suddenly fell from the void.
"If you want to kill my human cultivators, then you'll have to step over my body first!"
Several dense black demonic energies transformed into bizarrely shaped demons. "Hahaha, you've come at the perfect time. Today, we'll have a chance to experience what it's like to have Sect Master Meng's soul destroyed."
Just as the sword light was about to fall, the leading demon's eyes hardened, and he met the sword light with his bare hand. At the same time, many light points continuously emerged from the bodies of the numerous cultivators below, flying into the demon's body to become his nourishment.
The cultivators he absorbed all turned to ashes and vanished instantly.
Meng Qingyan's expression changed, and he hurriedly withdrew his sword. But at that moment, the remaining demons exchanged glances and then unleashed their demonic energy, slamming it down on him from all directions.
Under the combined attack of several people, Meng Qingyan gradually lost ground. His body was covered with wounds of all sizes, no less than a hundred. Bright red blood stained his blue robe, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and messy strands of hair stuck to his face.
Suddenly, a magical force struck his right leg, and Meng Qingyan's face turned pale instantly. He then knelt down abruptly, but fortunately, he managed to brace himself with his sword in time, thus avoiding a humiliating defeat.
Sword cultivators, even if they die in battle, will never kneel!
His hand gripping the sword hilt was bulging with veins, and a hint of killing intent flashed in his eyes. Then, using the sword for support, he suddenly stood up from the ground.
The demons glanced at him mockingly, then pounced on him again. "So what if he's the Sword Sect Master? He still died at our hands. When our lord returns, he will slaughter you all without leaving a trace."
Meng Qingyan closed his eyes, and the next second he activated his cultivation technique, concentrating all his spiritual power into his sea of consciousness. Instantly, a tremendous pulling and tearing force surged through his body.
Large gulps of blood gushed from his mouth, but he laughed, "Those who offend my human race will be punished!"
Upon hearing this, the great demons' eyes widened immediately. "Oh no, he's going to self-destruct!"
The demonic cultivators in the air began to flee in all directions, but before long, a huge explosion rang out, and the aftershocks of the self-destruction turned all the demons within a hundred miles into nothingness.
The surviving human cultivators all stopped what they were doing and looked up at the scene in disbelief. "Sect Master..."
"Sect Leader Meng!"
...
When Lu Fuyue woke up again, a hint of doubt flashed in her eyes. After slowly getting up from the ground, she carefully examined her body.
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