Chapter 135 The cat feels that the atmosphere is not right
Inside the secret room, time seemed to have stopped.
Bai Qingchen sat cross-legged, his whole body enveloped by starlight, his aura sometimes vast, sometimes erratic.
He was in the critical period of integrating the Taixu Yanxing Jue and could not tolerate any interruption.
Mo Zhiyuan stood quietly by and guarded silently, his eyes never leaving Bai Qingchen.
He didn't know how much time had passed, but his body didn't move at all, as if he was tireless.
Suddenly, his brows furrowed slightly, almost imperceptibly.
The powerful spiritual consciousness sensed that several unfamiliar auras appeared near the pool above and were diving down.
Mo Zhiyuan's eyes instantly became as sharp as a knife. Aqing was at the most critical moment at this moment and must not be disturbed in any way.
Soon, those auras reached the bottom of the pool and apparently discovered the opened stone door and the light shield that drained the lake water.
There were muffled voices coming from outside.
“Someone got here first!”
"Could the thing the High Priest wants have already been..."
"Go in and take a look. We can't afford to lose anything!"
As soon as the words fell, several figures wearing Guixu Sect clothing but carrying demonic aura entered the corridor behind the stone gate.
However, just a few steps into the passage, a sword energy condensed to the extreme suddenly slashed out from the shadows without warning, so fast that it only left an afterimage and went straight for the throat of the leader.
The demon cultivator was horrified and dodged in a panic. The sword energy brushed past his neck, leaving a trail of blood.
Several people stopped in shock and looked towards the source of the sword energy.
A man wearing Lingxiao Sect's attire and with cold eyes slowly walked out from the darkness.
He held a seemingly ordinary long sword in his hand and blocked the middle of the passage, exuding an aura of one man standing against ten thousand.
"The people inside haven't left yet." said a demon cultivator.
"The thing must still be in their hands. Go! Kill him!"
Several demon cultivators immediately swarmed forward and attacked Mo Zhiyuan with their strongest attacks.
Mo Zhiyuan's expression remained unchanged, and he swung his sword in a flash to block the incoming attack.
However, suppressed by the laws of the secret realm, the strength he could exert at this moment was limited to the early stage of the Golden Core, which was equivalent to these demon cultivators.
The other side had the advantage in numbers, and for a moment, sword lights and demonic energy crisscrossed each other, colliding violently in the narrow passage, and stone chips flew everywhere.
Mo Zhiyuan guarded the passage leading to the secret room tightly and refused to retreat.
There are bound to be omissions during a fight. A corrosive demonic energy brushed past his arm, leaving a charred scar and blood oozing out.
He narrowly avoided another poisoned blood arrow by leaning sideways, and it hit the stone wall, corroding a small hole.
Seeing that this person was so difficult to deal with, the demon cultivator's eyes became more anxious and cruel.
The leader gritted his teeth and said, "We must get what the priest wants. Send a signal for backup!"
A demon cultivator immediately took out a black jade talisman and crushed it fiercely.
The space within the passage began to vibrate violently, and several twisted whirlpools appeared out of thin air, with more figures of demonic cultivators emerging from them.
Mo Zhiyuan's usually calm face was now tinged with a hint of solemnity.
The newly arrived demon cultivators were extremely aggressive, and all kinds of attacks came like a violent storm.
Mo Zhiyuan swung his sword faster, and the sword light almost merged into one, but two fists were no match for four hands, and he began to be forced to retreat step by step, getting closer and closer to the entrance of the secret room. He had more wounds on his body, and blood stained his clothes red.
Seeing that he was finally showing signs of being defeated, the demon cultivators were overjoyed and attacked even more frantically, trying to defeat him completely in one fell swoop.
However, they did not realize that Mo Zhiyuan's retreat route was not unintentional.
He seemed to be forced to retreat, but in fact he was leading this group of demon cultivators step by step into a seemingly ordinary area in the middle of the passage.
At the moment when most of the demon cultivators entered that area, Mo Zhiyuan's eyes flashed with coldness, and he made a strange hand gesture with his hands and shouted in a low voice: "Start!"
Rumble——!
The entire passage shook violently, and countless crisscrossing silver array patterns instantly lit up on the ground and walls, instantly engulfing the demonic cultivator trapped in the array.
At the same time as Mo Zhiyuan activated the formation, he had already calculated the angle, and suddenly turned sideways to enter the light door of the secret room.
As soon as he entered, a deafening sound of collapse came from behind him.
The entire passage began to collapse on a large scale, huge rocks fell down, instantly blocking the exit and burying all the demon cultivators who were trapped in the formation and had no time to escape.
The secret room was also affected, shaking violently and sending dust flying down.
Mo Zhiyuan staggered and stood firm. Without bothering to treat the wound that was still bleeding, he quickly walked to Bai Qingchen, who was still in meditation and seemed unaware of the loud noise outside.
His eyes swept over the seemingly tightly sealed stone wall on one side of the secret room, recalling the weak airflow he had discovered during the previous exploration.
Mo Zhiyuan gathered his spiritual power and slashed out with his sword.
The sharp sword energy cut a hole in the stone wall, revealing a dark underground river behind it.
Cold water vapor hit his face. Mo Zhiyuan carefully picked up Bai Qingchen, who was still in a state of meditation, and used his spiritual power to form a light shield to protect the two of them. Then he jumped into the cold and turbulent dark river without hesitation. The water instantly swallowed their figures.
After an unknown amount of time, the demon cultivators who had managed to escape from the collapsed passage smashed the huge rocks blocking the passage. Three stone doors emitting a hazy glow suddenly appeared before their eyes. The disciple from Lingxiao Sect had long disappeared.
"Damn it, he got away!"
"Search! He must have gone through one of the doors!"
The demon cultivators checked in front of the three doors, and soon someone found a few drops of blood that had not yet completely dried on the ground near the door on the far left.
"This way! He went through this door!"
The demon cultivators had no suspicion and rushed into the light gate on the left, disappearing from sight.
When Bai Qingchen completely integrated the skills and woke up from meditation, he found himself in a spacious and unfamiliar natural cave.
The air is moist and you can hear the faint sound of flowing water in the distance.
He looked around and soon saw the familiar figure beside a bonfire.
Mo Zhiyuan had his back to him, his upper body clothes dropped to his waist, revealing a back with smooth lines but covered with several new scars.
He was slightly tilting his head as he treated a deep wound on his shoulder blade, and his movements were a little awkward.
The dancing firelight illuminated his stern profile and tightly pursed lips.
Bai Qingchen's gaze fell on the wounds on his back where the skin and flesh were rolled up, and his heart ached slightly.
He stood up silently and walked behind Mo Zhiyuan.
The slightly cool fingertips gently touched a hideous scar on Mo Zhiyuan's back. Mo Zhiyuan's movements stopped instantly, his body tensed up almost imperceptibly for a moment, and then he slowly turned his head.
Seeing Bai Qingchen standing behind him soberly, there was a look of relief in his eyes, but he quickly returned to his usual calmness.
Bai Qingchen didn't say anything, but silently took out the best medicine from his storage bag, walked to him, squatted down, and began to carefully clean his wound.
His movements were gentle and focused.
The cave was very quiet, with only the crackling of the burning bonfire and the sound of each other's breathing, and the atmosphere was a little subtle.
When Bai Qingchen dipped his fingers in ointment and carefully applied it to a deep scratch on Mo Zhiyuan's chest, his wrist was suddenly grasped by a warm and strong hand.
Bai Qingchen paused, raised his head and met Mo Zhiyuan's deep eyes.
The complicated look in his eyes made his heart skip a beat and his ears felt slightly hot involuntarily.
He felt a little uncomfortable and wanted to pull his hand back. "...You can do the rest by yourself."
As she said this, she wanted to push the bottle of medicine to him and stand up to move away from him.
However, just as he showed signs of retreating, Mo Zhiyuan suddenly pulled him towards him as if he was afraid that he would disappear.
Bai Qingchen was caught off guard and fell into an embrace filled with the smell of blood and herbs, and was held tightly.
Mo Zhiyuan's arms were tightly clasped, and even trembling a little.
"sorry."
Three low and hoarse words, as if containing endless heaviness, rang in his ears.
This apology came four hundred years late.
Bai Qingchen let him hold her in his arms, without struggling or responding, just letting Mo Zhiyuan hold her in his arms.
He could feel this cautious and longing embrace.
Bai Qingchen's silence made Mo Zhiyuan even more uneasy, and he tightened his arms. He would rather Bai Qingchen scolded or beat him at this moment than remain silent like this.
After a moment, Bai Qingchen finally sighed softly, his voice was very light: "You are not wrong, I am wrong..."
It was his fault for choosing to conceal the fact that he had been infected with the incurable demonic Gu. It was his fault for finally being so cruel and practically forcing Mo Zhiyuan to end his life with his own hands...
He raised his hands and gently held Mo Zhiyuan's face, forcing him to look directly into his eyes. His gaze was clear and firm: "Everything is over."
When their eyes met, the taut string in the air seemed to loosen quietly.
Mo Zhiyuan's gaze fell on Bai Qingchen's pale lips, which were very close to him, and his eyes were dark.
He slowly lowered his head. Bai Qingchen did not dodge, but his eyelashes trembled slightly.
However, just when their lips were about to touch.
"cough!"
Bai Qingchen suddenly turned his face away, gently pushed him, and his ears turned red.
"Let's...let's leave here first."
Mo Zhiyuan paused, and finally slowly loosened his arm as he was told, but his eyes were still fixed on him.
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