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The sweet taste of the spiritual fruit still lingered on the tip of his tongue, but the strength in his body that had supported Yunxiu to stand until now was like the tide being drawn away, receding completely in an instant.
Yunxiu's arms, holding Yingtang, suddenly tightened, and the next second, she felt her entire body give out, collapsing into Yingtang's arms. She could clearly feel the strength draining from her limbs, and even her consciousness began to fade, as if something was forcibly separating her will from her body.
"Xiao You!" Yingtang hurriedly reached out to support her. Light green spiritual energy from his fingertips immediately flowed down Yunxiu's back, trying to stabilize her scattered divine essence. But when he touched Yunxiu's heart, he found that the divine energy there had already been emptied like mist, and even her spiritual veins were trembling slightly, clearly overdrawn to the extreme.
Yunxiu's consciousness slowly began to sink. The sharp pain from her wounds remained, but it was becoming blurry. Yingtang's cries, the sounds of Wuyi and Zhihuan fighting, seemed to be separated by a thick layer of water, too distant to grasp. She wanted to raise her hand to tell Yingtang, "I'm fine," but her fingertips lacked the strength to move. She could only let her consciousness be swallowed by the darkness.
Yingtang gently placed Yunxiu on the bluestone covered with banyan leaves, and concentrated more intense light green spiritual power in his palm, which penetrated into Yunxiu's spiritual veins like fine roots.
"She just ran out of energy, her life is not in danger." Yingtang said calmly to the other two.
"No... there's no danger to life..."
She murmured, her fingertips trembling uncontrollably.
Yunxiu, who was trapped in the darkness, was being swept away by a familiar feeling of weightlessness and falling into the depths of consciousness.
This is not the first time I have fallen into such a trance, but it has never felt so real.
There was no soft halo in the illusion, only a burning heat that hit her face, as if someone had thrown her into the crater of a newly erupted volcano, and even her breath tasted of the bitter smell of sulfur.
Even more bizarre is that she can "see" but has no control over it. Only a vague but persistent thought takes root in the depths of her consciousness: to find the root cause of the disaster and kill it, and the catastrophe will end.
When her consciousness returned to her body, she felt that she was standing on a familiar ridge of a field.
Under my feet were newly emerged wheat ears, wilted by the sudden heat wave, with the awns curled and lifeless; black smoke was floating over the village in the distance, not cooking smoke, but the burnt smell of burning houses, which drifted into my nostrils on the wind.
"Boom—"
A loud bang came from the ground, and the ground under my feet suddenly shook violently. A fine crack appeared on the ridge of the field, and black mist came out from the crack, bringing with it a biting chill, forming a strange contrast with the surrounding heat.
Her body instinctively tensed up, and the thought in her mind suddenly became clear: It's coming, the source of the disaster must be nearby.
Yunxiu looked up as the owner of the body did, and his heart sank to the bottom of the valley.
Three disasters come again.
Red magma gushed out from the crater in the distance, flowing down the mountain like a galloping fire dragon. Wherever it passed, the grass and trees instantly turned to black ash, and even the hard rocks were burned red; on the sea in the east, the deep blue waves were higher than the tallest thatched house in the village, and they rushed towards the shore, carrying broken masts and splintered wood. The fishing boats along the way were overturned like fallen leaves; the ground under their feet was still shaking, and the cracks were expanding at a speed visible to the naked eye. Some villagers did not have time to escape, and half of their bodies fell into the cracks, and their shrill cries for help floated over on the wind.
This scene was exactly the same as the catastrophe she had seen in her fantasy world ten thousand years ago. The only difference was that this time there was no golden guardian figure.
Looking in the direction of the surging magma, a ball of swirling black fog was lingering on the top of the mountain. In the center of the black fog, an extremely huge red vertical pupil was hanging coldly, and the pupil was surging with the light of violence, destruction and greed.
It didn't move at all, but seemed to be enjoying the sight of the creatures fleeing. When its red vertical pupils swept across the area below, even the air was filled with a chilling murderous intent, as if it was examining its "food".
"That's it..."
Yunxiu subconsciously thought so, and his body became excited. It was that instinctive obsession that was calling out.
As long as this thing is killed, the magma will stop, the waves will recede, the earth will close, and the catastrophe will end.
At this moment, a scorching air current suddenly hit from behind.
Yunxiu was startled, but his body was faster than his mind and he dodged sideways. A piece of volcanic debris the size of a basketball brushed past the corner of his clothes and hit the ridge of the field, instantly making a charred hole in the wheat.
Yunxiu was able to lower her head and look at her dress - it was made of light green fabric, with delicate bird feather patterns embroidered on the collar and a pendant made of tail feathers hanging around her neck. It was the dress she wore most often.
This isn't someone else's memory, it's her body, it's the scene she experienced personally... isn't it?
In a distant village, a woman ran toward her, holding a child. The child cried heartbreakingly, and the woman's coarse cloth clothes were burned by the sparks, but she still held the child tightly in her arms. When she saw her, she seemed to have grasped a lifeline and shouted hoarsely, "Fairy Yunxiu! Save us!"
Yunxiu stood firmly in front of the woman. A cold white light emerged from his palm, condensing into a translucent shield.
The debris splashed by the lava hit the light shield, making a "sizzling" sound, and was firmly blocked outside; the water vapor from the waves was isolated by the light shield, and the woman hid behind her with the child in her arms, and finally she could breathe.
But at this moment, a clear sword sound suddenly came from behind, carrying a cold murderous intent, heading straight for the back.
Once again, her body moved before her consciousness, and she dodged sideways. The sword light brushed past her shoulder, carrying a familiar aura that made her consciousness jump suddenly.
Is it Yan Xiu?
However, in this illusion or memory that is unclear whether it is true or false, the other person's figure and face are blurry.
The opponent turned his wrist slightly and steered the sword towards her vulnerable spot.
Yunxiu was a bit flustered, but her body was one step ahead of her, blocking with skill. The moment the swords clashed, she clearly felt that the opponent's sword moves were not only familiar with her weaknesses, but also predicted her evasive direction, and each attack was caught at her most awkward point.
Who on earth is this... ?
This body's kung fu was obviously more than one or two points higher than Yunxiu's, and it could be dealt with with ease and with full of murderous intent.
Moreover, this body has perfected the control of divine power and can release and control it at will.
While she didn't dare to use too much divine power, this person ignored her and let the divine power in his body surge. A cold white light covered the sword. A blade of light gathered from the tip of the sword and slashed towards the other party.
However, upon seeing her exert her divine power, the opponent unhesitatingly mobilized the same cold white divine power! The sword lights of both sides instantly became stained cold white. When they collided with her light blade, the two forces not only did not cancel each other out, but instead produced a strange resonance, causing the surrounding air to slightly heat up.
"Stop!" the other party finally said. "Why do you have to do this? What do you think you can do?"
The sword light paused for a moment, and the opponent turned his wrist to avoid her light blade:
"This isn't something you can get involved in. Isn't it better to just stand aside and watch?"
Yunxiu seemed not to hear it. The cold white divine power surged along the sword, and only two words came out coldly:
"Hypocritical. Get out of the way."
Yunxiu was stunned for a few seconds when he heard the familiar voice.
It was her voice, but it didn't sound like something she would do or say.
The opponent's sword moves tightened, and the Broken Water Sword was almost touching her neck: "Do you really want to die? This catastrophe has its own destiny, you and I..."
"Whoever stands in the way will die."
"Yunxiu" spun around suddenly, and his divine power split the opponent's sword net like a sharp blade, leaving no room for maneuver in the interrupted words.
The opponent remained silent, only her sword moves becoming more fierce. The sword light enveloped her like a net, each blade of light wrapped in the same divine power as hers.
Yunxiu actively mobilized her divine power during the fight. She discovered that this body not only could skillfully condense light shields and light blades, but could also, like Zhihuan, let divine power flow through her blood vessels, dodging attacks while simultaneously counterattacking, like an instinct etched in her bones.
The sword wind became more and more intense, and every time the opponent swung the sword, it accurately hit the flaws in Yunxiu's body movement. The airflow caused by the black tights passing by made her cheek hurt, and the cold light brushed her neck several times, just a hair's breadth away from piercing her throat.
This body's movements really couldn't keep up with the other party's. The hem of its clothes had been cut into several pieces by the sword, and the exposed skin was oozing with blood, but the divine power in its body continued to flow out.
Just as the opponent thrust his sword towards her heart again, "Yunxiu" suddenly changed her tactics.
She no longer persisted in blocking, but instead she swiftly sheathed her sword. A fist-sized ball of cold white divine power instantly formed in her palm. The ball glowed with a blinding light, its temperature scorching the air. Just as the tip of the opponent's sword was about to touch her skirt, it fiercely smashed into the blade.
"clang--"
There was a deafening sound. The opponent obviously did not expect her to abandon the sword and use brute force. Her wrist was numb from the shock and the sword almost slipped out of her hand.
Yunxiu seized this fleeting opening and lunged forward, her cold white divine power gripping the opponent's wrist like a pincer. The force of her fingertips was so astonishing that even the opponent's struggles remained motionless. Then, exerting force from her waist and back, she spun around violently, using the momentum of her rotation to slam the opponent into the nearby boulder!
"Bang!"
A dull crash echoed through the mountains. The moment the opponent collided with the black stone, a mouthful of dark red blood flowed from his throat and trickled down the corner of his mouth. The sword fell to the ground with a clang, the blade still trembling slightly, but the man slid to the ground as if boneless, curled up, and didn't move for a long time.
Yunxiu's body didn't even pause. His eyes briefly swept over the other person's curled up figure.
The blurry outline was still twitching slightly, but it no longer had the strength to stand up.
A flicker of hesitation seemed to cross her mind, and Yunxiu sensed it. But the obsession within her instantly overwhelmed everything else. She tapped her toes firmly on the bluestone, and like an arrow from a bow, she rushed towards the mountaintop.
The robe rustled in the wind, and the cold white divine power in his palm became brighter, causing the pendant around his neck to become hot.
Lava and debris continued to splatter along her path, but were blocked by the divine barrier she had gathered around her. The roar of waves crashing against the shore rumbled in her ears, but it did not slow her pace in the slightest. Her consciousness passively followed her body's movement, watching the swirling black mist approaching, watching the crimson vertical pupil at its center slowly turn towards her, the murderous intent surging in its pupils almost solidifying into reality.
But "Yunxiu" did not retreat at all.
She looked at the sword she was holding, concentrated all her divine power, and chopped it down.
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