Chapter 139 The Cat Was Caught
More and more shadows of demon cultivators kept crawling out of the blood pool. Although their momentum was not as strong as that of the Demon Lord, they also exuded a murderous aura.
The Demon Lord clenched his hands lightly, and the shadow shook a little, not being able to completely solidify.
He snorted in dissatisfaction and looked at the shadow of Charon that was gradually taking shape beside him: "Charon, what's going on?"
The newly emerged phantom of Charon received the memories transmitted back by the clone in this world and replied respectfully, "Your Majesty, the formation is not yet completely complete. We are only projecting our spirits here. If we want our true bodies to descend and stabilize the passage, we still lack the final key item that will serve as the core of the formation."
As he spoke, he turned his gaze to Bai Qingchen who was standing beside Mo Zhiyuan.
Although the Demon Lord was unhappy with Charon's incompetence, he temporarily suppressed his anger after realizing that the projection could still exert the power of the original body in this world.
He followed Charon's guidance and his eyes met Mo Zhiyuan's first.
When the enemies met, the revenge of the broken arm four hundred years ago and the humiliation of the defeat at the Jiemen Gate instantly flooded their minds.
"Mo Zhiyuan!"
The Demon Lord roared without wasting any words. He flashed across the space and punched Mo Zhiyuan with monstrous demonic flames. The speed was so fast that it was difficult to capture with the naked eye.
Mo Zhiyuan was prepared. His natal sword Qiuyu made an excited sound, and the tip of the sword pointed accurately at the Demon Lord's fist, taking the blow.
The spiritual power and demonic energy collided violently, causing astonishing fluctuations.
Although the Demon Lord's severed arm has been repaired, the humiliation of having his arm broken is unforgettable.
His attack was like a violent storm, and he was determined to avenge his previous defeat. Sword lights and demonic shadows intertwined, and it was difficult to tell who was stronger.
Under the leadership of the elders of various factions, the monks present cleared out the projections of the demonic cultivators that appeared. Although they were only projections, their strength was no different from the real ones, and there were many of them. After killing one batch, another batch emerged.
Bai Qingchen held the Star Chaser in his hand and tried to find the center of the blood pool, wanting to cut off its connection with the demon world. However, the center was heavily protected by demon cultivators, and he could not get close to it for a while.
The situation was critical, and he seemed to have made up his mind. He looked at Mo Zhiyuan again with a resolute look.
Mo Zhiyuan understood his eyes, and while fighting fiercely with the Demon Lord, he shook his head and sternly signaled him not to be reckless.
Bai Qingchen had no choice but to calm down temporarily, flew into the battle, and joined forces with Mo Zhiyuan to fight against the Demon Lord.
With Bai Qingchen joining, the Demon Lord was gradually suppressed.
The Demon Lord stared at Bai Qingchen and said, "The Star Stone is on you, right?"
Mo Zhiyuan's face suddenly changed. He turned sideways and protected Bai Qingchen behind him. His sword became more fierce, trying to block the Demon Lord's sight.
Seeing this, the Demon Lord laughed wildly, "Mo Zhiyuan! How did it feel to kill your beloved with your own hands four hundred years ago?"
Mo Zhiyuan pursed his lips, his eyes were icy cold, and the sword light became faster and sharper, forcing the Demon Lord to retreat again and again.
Although the Demon Lord is just a projection, his soul is connected and any injuries will be reflected back to the original body.
The longer the time dragged on, the more the unfinished blood pool began to lose strength, the projections of the demonic cultivators pouring out gradually decreased, and the passage became unstable.
A cunning flashed in the Demon Lord's eyes. "If I let you experience the pain of losing your beloved again, I wonder if you would become a demon on the spot. I'm really curious! Hahaha!"
Mo Zhiyuan's heart was filled with alarm, and his sense of crisis instantly increased. Without thinking, he protected Bai Qingchen behind him.
However, the Demon Lord's projection had already taken action in secret the moment he opened his mouth to speak.
The one who was talking to Mo Zhiyuan at this moment was just an illusion to attract attention. His real body had already sneaked behind Bai Qingchen silently.
"Aqing!" Mo Zhiyuan's eyes were bloodshot.
Bai Feng and Zhou Xuanyi, who had been watching the battle below, also heard this desperate cry. They looked up instantly and their hearts almost stopped beating.
The Demon Lord grabbed Bai Qingchen's neck tightly, then flashed to the sky above the blood pool.
The entire battlefield seemed to be paused.
Mo Zhiyuan's eyes were red, and the sword energy around him was a little out of control: "Let him go!"
The Demon Lord laughed triumphantly and lifted the struggling Bai Qingchen higher. "Look carefully, this is the fate of those who oppose me! Everyone listen up! Give up resistance immediately. If anyone dares to move again, I will crush their neck and... slaughter you all!"
"Aqing!" Bai Feng's voice trembled and he almost couldn't stand.
Zhou Xuanyi's face turned pale. He suddenly grabbed Zhou Jingyan's arm, his nails almost digging into the flesh, and muttered repeatedly: "Impossible... The hexagram clearly shows a glimmer of hope... How can it be... Impossible!"
The spiritual energy in his body was vibrating violently due to the extreme emotional fluctuations, and there were signs that he was losing control.
"Xuan Yi!"
Zhou Jingyan's face changed, and without hesitation, he chopped Zhou Xuanyi's neck accurately with a knife.
Zhou Xuanyi's body went limp and he fainted. Zhou Jingyan quickly caught him, held him horizontally, and looked up at Bai Qingchen above with concern.
Although Chen Yi, Lin Feng, Xiao Jin and others were shocked by Elder Feng's address of Bai Qingchen as Immortal Lord Fu Yu, and had many doubts in their hearts, the serious situation at the moment did not allow them to think too much.
The power that Bai Qingchen had just displayed had made them realize that everything that was happening before their eyes was already beyond their ability to intervene.
Lin Feng had long known that Bai Qingchen was extraordinary, but now seeing him fall into the hands of the Demon Lord, he felt only anxiety in his heart: "Senior Brother Bai!"
A cultivator tried to send a message but said in despair, "No, the space here is completely blocked. The communication talisman can't be sent out, and we can't break the confinement!"
"Damn it! Are we really going to be trapped here to death?" A feeling of despair spread among the remaining monks.
The Demon Lord enjoyed the feeling of being in control of everything, especially when he saw Mo Zhiyuan not daring to move because Bai Qingchen was captured.
He tightened his fingers slightly, watching Bai Qingchen frown in pain due to suffocation, and jokingly said to Mo Zhiyuan: "Mo Zhiyuan, you couldn't protect him four hundred years ago, and it's still the same four hundred years later."
He paused and offered a vicious condition: "How about this, I'll give you a chance. If you cut off your arms and destroy your sword-wielding power, I'll consider... releasing him. How do you think?"
What was shocking was that Mo Zhiyuan didn't hesitate at all. With a crisp "click" sound that made one's teeth ache, his left arm instantly bent at a strange angle.
"No!" Bai Qingchen cried out, tears streaming down his face, and he tried in vain to scratch at the iron-like hand on his neck.
Mo Zhiyuan paused for a moment because of his shout.
The Demon Lord snorted unhappily, and the hand that was pinching Bai Qing's neck suddenly tightened, causing his next words to turn into painful whimpers.
Bai Qingchen looked at Mo Zhiyuan and spoke with difficulty, "Don't worry about me... save people first..."
Mo Zhiyuan looked at him deeply, with unrelieved pain and stubbornness in his eyes, and said in a low voice: "You know... I can't do it." Before he finished speaking, there was another "click" and his right arm was also disabled.
The autumn rain fell from his limp hands and landed on the ground with a clang.
Seeing that Mo Zhiyuan actually did as he was told and crippled his own arms, the Demon Lord was stunned for a moment before bursting into laughter: "Hahahahaha! Mo Zhiyuan, ah Mo Zhiyuan! You really are... as stupid as you were four hundred years ago!"
Without any warning, he threw Bai Qingchen towards the surging pool of blood below.
"Aqing!" Mo Zhiyuan wanted to rush over to catch it, but was blocked by the Demon Lord.
The other monks who wanted to rescue were also entangled by the surrounding demonic cultivators. They could only watch the white figure fall straight into the filthy scarlet pool of blood like a kite with a broken string.
"You!" Mo Zhiyuan went completely crazy, his eyes filled with blood.
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