Chapter 058 Chapter 58

Mo Xuanji subconsciously reached out to touch it.

"Don't move!" The system said in a panic, "Don't move. This energy is protecting your heart. If it breaks, you will die!"

Energy, where does it come from? Mo Xuanji was a little confused.

"Did you do this?"

"It's not me." This energy appeared so quickly that the system didn't even have time to do anything before it had already tightly protected Mo Xuanji's heart.

Looking at the blue light reflected on his hand, Mo Xuanji suddenly remembered that Yan had given him a feather not long ago, saying that it could withstand a fatal attack.

Originally, he was still wondering how to judge whether this was a fatal attack and how to defend against it. Now he understood that releasing energy to protect vital points is also a way to resist attacks.

I mean, Chief, can't we just use the whole shield? It really hurts.

Perhaps because it was the first time he was hurt so badly, a feeling of grievance and anger suddenly rose from his sea of ​​consciousness.

How dare you? How dare you!

His eyes turned colder. Under the influence of his emotions, the pain of the wound seemed to be alleviated a little. Mo Xuanji stood up slowly and raised his hand again. The violent wind element spun and compressed in his palm. A stream of aquamarine energy suddenly emerged, completely enveloping the cyan.

In the process of energy condensation, a few drops of blood were swept in.

For some reason, the process of gathering energy this time was exceptionally smooth, as if he was using Yu Heng's body. Without thinking too much, Mo Xuanji waved his hand and released his skill.

The thin and long compressed energy bag pierced towards the monster with a sound of breaking through the air.

Not far away, Shen Liuxue was almost unable to hold on any longer. She was inevitably covered in bruises and was barely able to stand by holding on to her sword.

"Changan, please, hurry up..."

The aqua-blue light was getting closer and closer. The monster obviously noticed it and quickly picked up the pen, and the ink formed a barrier in front of him. However, the light directly penetrated his barrier and pierced his heart.

Just like last time, powerful energy exploded within the strange body, and the inside was twisted into a mess by the strong wind.

Strange suddenly felt an indescribable burning sensation in its body. It lowered its head and was horrified to find that its body was burning from the inside out, and was wrapped in scorching red flames.

"No...no, I won't accept it, I won't accept it! I can't die, I want to make a name for myself, I can't die here!" It screamed incoherently, tightly gripping the brush, and a shrill scream came out of its mouth.

Its desire to survive was so strong that the dark green shadow of the brush emitted an extremely dazzling light. The two people on the ground looked in amazement as all the white bones and skulls in the strange area were constantly transformed into energy and continuously gathered in the strange direction.

The bones gradually disappeared, and the dark ground finally appeared before their eyes.

The wind was raging, and everyone's face was covered with white paper. It seemed that something was gradually awakening under the ground. It hit the ground fiercely, bringing an extremely strong vibration. However, under the suppression of the Soul Locking Formation, it was ultimately unable to break out of the ground.

Taking advantage of the fact that Guaiyi had lost the ability to move, Shen Liuxue stumbled to Mo Xuanji's side, sealed his wounds with ice, and barely stopped the bleeding.

"Xuanji, how are you now?"

Mo Xuanji coughed up a mouthful of blood and put his hand on his chest. The wound must have been numbed by the cold, and he didn't feel any pain except for a little coolness.

"It's okay. I'm not hurt." His left lung was also damaged, and breathing was a bit labored. He continued slowly, "The patriarch gave me a talisman to block it."

With the support of the huge energy, the strange creature finally managed to maintain its shape. The raging flames were still burning on its body, constantly consuming the energy in its body.

At this moment, Guaiyi finally lost his mind and rushed towards the two of them regardless of everything.

The strange power around him began to boil. "I will make you pay!"

"Don't even think about coming over." Shen Liuxue gritted his teeth and held the sword in front of Mo Xuanji.

The spiritual sword in his hand seemed a little disobedient and kept moving around. Shen Liuxue almost couldn't hold it.

It took her a while to realize that it was not the sword that was moving, but her own hands that were shaking.

She is afraid.

She had known what she would face long before she entered this world. Even the school often reminded students that they could not return from every mission intact.

This is the real world, not an idealist's fairy tale. There is no halo of an immortal protagonist, nor is there the possibility of "achieving a happy ending without any sacrifice."

Perhaps on a normal afternoon, the companions who had fought side by side with her would disappear forever. Before this, Shen Liuxue actually didn't feel much about death. To her, it was like someone went on a long trip, moved house, and then disappeared without a trace.

There is a difference between knowing about death and facing death in person.

Shen Liuxue took a look at his hands, and simply tore off a piece of cloth from his clothes and wrapped the sword tightly around his hand.

Her pride would not allow her to give in to her fear, and now with an important companion behind her, she could not retreat no matter what, absolutely not.

"Come on." She raised the sword and made a starting move, ice-blue energy flowing through the sword.

Mo Xuanji was now too seriously injured to move quickly, so he could only stand where he was and mobilize his supernatural powers again.

From the previous feedback, it is not difficult to see that the new skill has the greatest killing power against the strange. And now, he can barely get the last one.

Powerful energy waves burst out from Guaiyi's body, and thick and dense ink marks surrounded Tuan Tuan and the other person. The battle was about to break out.

Zhu Changan put his feet on the altar and pulled the brush out with both hands. Even though he pulled with all his strength for so long, the lower half of the brush was still stuck in the altar, not moving at all.

"You, give it to me, come out, ah!"

The noise outside sounded a little strange. It had been about fifteen minutes since he entered the artificial lake. As time passed, Zhu Changan became more and more anxious.

He didn't know what happened to his companions, and the brush had been stuck for more than ten minutes. He tried everything, whether it was the mechanism or brute force, but the brush still wouldn't move.

You are just a writing brush, why are you learning the appearance of a peerless divine sword? Zhu Changan pulled hard and couldn't help complaining in his mind.

Being helpless and having to watch his companions sacrifice themselves, this only needs to happen once. Zhu Changan took a deep breath, and gathered all his strength, his supernatural powers constantly gathering in his hands.

"We must not let everyone's efforts go to waste!" Zhu Changan shouted, and at this moment, his eyes were only focused on the emerald green brush. As if some hidden energy had been triggered, a layer of golden light instantly emerged from Zhu Changan's body.

The world seemed to stop for a second.

With the sound of cracking stones, the altar instantly broke into pieces. Zhu Changan, holding the brush, flew backwards uncontrollably and plunged headfirst into the pile of white papers.

Zhu Changan felt his heart pounding, but luckily there was white paper around him so he didn't fall too hard. He lay in the pile of paper, his chest heaving violently.

"Ha... Success." While the effect of adrenaline was still there, he tightly grasped the brush, climbed up, and ran towards the shore.

Behind him, the gray ghost gave a relieved smile and slowly disappeared.

Without the eye of the formation, the magic circle outside began to gradually collapse, and the ghosts on the formation were finally freed.

Just when Mo Xuanji and Shen Liuxue were about to give up, the ink marks seemed to suddenly lose control and dissipate on the spot.

"Chang'an succeeded!" While the mysterious space door was wide open, Mo Xuanji pinched the thin needle made of compressed energy and threw it out.

Qiyi took it without any preparation. He was stunned for a second and looked at his palm in disbelief. The brush quickly dissipated like snow meeting hot water. Without this powerful weapon, Qiyi lost control of the energy in his body.

Because they absorbed energy so quickly, many of the dead souls did not have time to be transformed into energy. They struggled inside the strange body, trying their best to break free from the restraints.

Finally, with a muffled sound, the monster exploded on the spot, and the dead souls continued to gush out from it, even from the ground. They rushed towards the two of them together.

"What's going on?" Shen Liuxue widened his eyes and subconsciously wanted to raise his sword for defense. Unexpectedly, the ghosts did not attack them.

They passed by Shen Liuxue and surrounded Mo Xuanji. Shen Liuxue turned around blankly, and saw a scene that was completely beyond her cognition.

The dead souls were seen prostrating themselves beside Mo Xuanji in an almost pious manner. Some wanted to touch her but restrained themselves and withdrew their hands. They kept making low humming sounds that Shen Liuxue could not understand.

The voice was strange, not like the language commonly used in modern society, but Mo Xuanji understood it.

They said it was the wind.

It is the style of Lord Longzun...

My Lord, how is His Majesty?

Sir, did we succeed in defending our homeland in the end?

You must stop His Majesty... You can't...

Has your Majesty been here? I really want to take one last look at him...

These ghosts kept repeating their questions, and they didn't say anything else.

Thinking back to the bizarre story that these ghosts came from the ancient battlefield, Mo Xuanji suddenly understood something.

"It's obsession." The system's voice was complex, and its mood was obviously a little depressed: "They relied on the last bit of obsession to hold on until now."

These ghosts were already unconscious. Perhaps they were eager to fulfill their wishes, or perhaps they had long lost their ability to distinguish. They surrounded the strange boy and kept asking questions, hoping to get an answer.

"Jizi..."

"I understand." Mo Xuanji lowered his eyelids, he let out a long breath, and spoke slowly.

"His Majesty is doing well. He has now unloaded his burdens and found a place to relax and unwind."

"We succeeded, and the foreign enemies were driven out. Now humans and demons live together, and everyone is very happy..."

"Your respective tribes are now doing well and have grown to a large scale."

“…”

“…It’s all over.”

Mo Xuanji responded to their wishes one by one on behalf of the unknown adult.

The souls smiled contentedly as their wishes were fulfilled. A faint white light appeared on their bodies, and then they turned into pure white balls of light and flew into the sky.

A few scattered ghosts seemed to be awake. They looked at Mo Xuanji and gave him a grateful smile.

"Thank you."

The remaining skeletons on the ground slowly turned into powder and dispersed with the wind.

Mo Xuanji silently took out his cell phone and played the Great Compassion Mantra for them.

The last ghost also disappeared.

A bead suddenly appeared on the ground, its color was as pure white as those souls.

"This is..."

"Put it away and I'll explain it to you later." The system suddenly spoke.

Mo Xuanji did as he was told. Strangely, Shen Liuxue beside him seemed unable to see the bead.

She finally came back to her senses from the shock: "Xuanji, what happened just now? Why did they all disappear after you finished speaking?"

"These are the dead souls trapped here. It must be because of their supernatural powers that they mistook me for someone else. After the obsession dissipated, they were freed." Mo Xuanji said and turned off his phone.

As he was speaking, the mysterious realm quickly dissipated without the energy support, and the scene in front of him returned to reality.

Zhu Changan walked over from a distance, holding the dark green brush in his hand. He was wet all over and water was dripping out.

Unexpectedly, the monster was still alive. Its weird crystal had been broken, but there was still a head left, gasping for air. It was obvious that the brush, the host of the pen fairy, was holding on to its last breath.

Zhu Changan put it into the brush neatly and quickly, formed a seal with one hand, and a golden seal appeared out of thin air and was imprinted on the brush.

"Chang'an?" When did this guy learn the sealing technique?

Zhu Changan stood there quietly, with his head down and not saying a word.