Chapter 41 Has Something Happened to Master? (Divine Body)
Jiang Yuemian looked up. The black-robed man next to the giant fly was not easily noticeable unless you looked closely, because the fly was also black and his face was not clear. From Jiang Yuemian's perspective, she could only see that the black-robed man was quite tall, which made her feel inexplicably familiar. However, the familiar image flashed through her mind and disappeared before she could capture it.
Regardless of whether he's an acquaintance or not, he must be related to the demon race.
After thinking it over, Jiang Yuemian slowly placed her hand on the sword. She had a feeling that the man in black robes would be difficult to deal with.
"Who are you?"
Upon hearing this, the man in black chuckled softly, seemingly mocking Jiang Yuemian for not remembering. He lightly pulled down the black cloth covering his head, revealing his head beneath the hood of his robe.
However, the black-robed man's face was not revealed; he was wearing a mask. But this gave Jiang Yuemian a clue: the masked man was clearly the same masked man she had encountered in the city that day.
Jiang Yuemian frowned. It was him. It seemed they had been watching her for a long time.
But what if they're not just targeting her?
Inside the palace, Liwen.
The disciples of Liwen Palace gathered in the open space behind the palace. Xiao Mingjue and the others had already prepared the materials for setting up the formation, and all the spirit stones and other necessary items were piled on the ground.
Xiao Mingjue: "Chaosheng, are you ready..." His voice was hoarse, making people feel heavy-hearted.
Xiang Chaosheng's tone was relaxed, and he could even joke with them: "Alright, senior brother, what are you doing? We need to hurry up and go find Xiao Wu, otherwise, I'm afraid she'll be beaten and cry."
Everyone knew what he was saying: everyone wanted to get out, but wanting to get out didn't mean sacrificing someone else. No one laughed when they heard this.
Seeing this, Xiang Chaosheng's smile turned dry, and then he sighed, "I am a Grand Array Master, believe me."
Qian Shanxue's expression remained the same, only her fingertips were clenched so tightly they turned white.
Tears welled up in Gong Youning's eyes, and her nose was a little red. Just as the tears were about to fall, she tilted her head back. Even so, she did not allow herself to show her vulnerable side.
Xiang Chaosheng, unusually, didn't argue with Gong Youning: "Alright, stop crying. It's like you're sending me to my funeral. Let's begin."
Gong Youning wiped away her tears and stubbornly insisted, "I didn't cry."
......
"It's been a long time, my... sister." The black-robed man's tone revealed closeness and nostalgia. If Jiang Yuemian hadn't had absolutely no memory of him from before, she would have thought they were very close.
This left her bewildered. Jiang Yuemian couldn't figure it out. Could it be that she had met the man in black robes before? In other words, they must have spent a lot of time together. However, regardless of what happened before, looking at the surging demonic energy emanating from him, they must be enemies now.
“I don’t have a younger brother like you.” Jiang Yuemian finished speaking, drew her sword from her waist, channeled her spiritual power, and charged forward, forcibly silencing him.
Facing the menacing sword strike, the man in black conjured a spear out of thin air, which was presumably his magical weapon. The spear met Jiang Yuemian's sword with a "sizzling" sound, and the two of them retreated together.
Jiang Yuemian's eyes sharpened. This person was not easy to deal with, but so what? She had to win. Only by winning could A-Que and the other juniors live, and only then could the entire cultivation world be at peace.
She closed her eyes briefly, then charged forward with unstoppable momentum. The two fought two hundred rounds in the sky. Whether it was Jiang Yuemian's imagination or not, she felt her spiritual power slowly diminishing while the black-robed man's demonic energy was slowly increasing.
"I told you, sister has become weaker." The voice of the man in black robes rang out, which sounded like a provocation to Jiang Yuemian. She continued to make moves until she saw the man in black robes reveal an opening.
She thought to herself, "This is a good opportunity." So she twirled her sword and subtly infused her natal sword with spiritual power. She needed to end the battle quickly; she couldn't delay any longer. If she dragged it out any longer, she didn't know what would happen to the others.
Finally, her natal sword, imbued with powerful spiritual energy, pierced straight towards the man in black robes. Jiang Yuemian's eyes lit up; it was almost over. If she could severely injure him this time, she would be able to break free from this predicament.
However, at the critical moment, the black-robed man's spear collided with Jiang Yuemian's natal sword. Although the black-robed man's demonic energy soared to the sky, Jiang Yuemian's spiritual power, carrying vitality, was precisely what countered him. He retreated and kicked, barely dodging the sword.
The sword grazed the black-robed man's face, and the gust of wind blew off his mask, revealing a youthful face.
Upon seeing his true face, many thoughts flashed through Jiang Yuemian's mind.
"Big sister, I like you so much."
"Sister, what's so great about this little fox? You don't play with me anymore."
"Sister! No! I don't want you to leave!"
"Sister! I hate you!"
Jiang Yuemian shook her head. How could these voices be in her mind? Could it be that he really was her younger brother?
The black-robed man's mask was knocked off, revealing a blank expression on his face, followed by a stubborn and aggrieved look: "Sister, you really want to kill me..."
Jiang Yuemian remained unmoved. Regardless of their past relationship, his current wrongdoing was simply unacceptable.
The man in black gritted his teeth: "Since my elder sister wants to play, then let it play with you!"
Then, he took out a flute, put it to his lips, and as the sound came out, the eyes of the giant fly behind him grew redder and redder, until they were the color of dripping blood.
The man in black chuckled, "Sister, good luck." He then turned and disappeared from the area.
Jiang Yuemian tried to give chase, but the giant fly blocked her way. It made a piercing sound that gave Jiang Yuemian a headache, so she casually covered her hearing with one hand.
The mother fly beside her was very anxious: "Hurry, hurry, my child is here."
Jiang Yuemian frowned: "Don't make a sound."
[Mianmian, hurry! This area is shrinking. My energy senses an underground formation.]
Formation?
With the sharp sound of a giant fly, the sand underground slowly diminished, revealing the array hidden behind it.
The formation slowly revealed itself. Jiang Yuemian felt a vague impression of the formation for some reason. She didn't understand formations very well, but 001 did.
[Mianmian, this is a deity-exorcising formation! We must break it! Otherwise, we're all doomed!]
Exorcising a god? Such a grand gesture.
Her heart sank. If not gods, then who are the gods?
There was no time for her to continue thinking, because the entire formation had been revealed, glowing red and firmly enveloping her within it. Only then did she realize that what the black-robed man had referred to was not "it," but rather the formation itself.
Jiang Yuemian sought help from 001. She knew about swords, but only had a superficial understanding of formations, let alone the God-Exorcising Formation, which she had never even seen before.
[Mianmian! Once trapped by the Divine Array, unless a god perishes, forget about anything else. However, if you are not a god, it cannot trap you.]
Jiang Yuemian was still in a bad mood, and her heart was very uneasy, but she could not lose her composure.
She tentatively touched the barrier of the formation, but as soon as her hand made contact, she was jolted back as if she had been electrocuted.
She paused for a moment, then asked, "001, am I a god?"
001 was also surprised; it hadn't considered this possibility. If Mianmian was a god, then was it truly a system? But it couldn't think that far ahead, because the array's range had already shrunk.
[Mianmian! Quick! Envelop yourself in spiritual energy! Otherwise, it will be too late!]
Jiang Yuemian sat down on the ground, and behind her gradually grew a huge green shadow. The shadow was vines, which grew wildly upwards, and sweat dripped from Jiang Yuemian's forehead.
She smiled slightly as the vines resisted the formation, indicating that it was still effective. Just as she was about to give 001 a thumbs up, she suddenly felt a sharp pain in her chest and coughed up blood.
"Cough...cough..."
[Mianmian! ! ]
The space that had just been controlled quickly enveloped her, and Jiang Yuemian felt pain even when she was breathing.
[Mianmian! It seems there's no escaping it. However, the God-Exorcising Array sacrifices the power of the gods to its caster. The only way now is...]
001's voice sounded somewhat choked up...
Jiang Yuemian could guess what it wanted to say. She didn't want to die so easily. Her Ah Que hadn't grown up yet, her senior brothers needed her, and so many future cultivators outside needed her.
She didn't want to... and couldn't...
Her voice was heavy: "Is there no other way?"
The demons have come with great force this time. It's hard to imagine how much chaos would ensue if the cultivation world lost her. Although she hasn't been here long, the people here are living, breathing people, and she can't possibly remain unmoved when interacting with them.
[I've got it! Mianmian! The formation will dissipate if a god dies, and it will also dissipate if the god commits suicide. I will protect a wisp of your divine consciousness; perhaps it will be possible to revive you after a hundred years!]
Suicide?
She didn't want to, but what could she do? To prevent the person behind her from gaining control of her power, and for the peace of the cultivation world, her suicide was worthwhile.
However, suicide alone was not enough; she wanted to use her power to force back the demons and prevent them from invading for a hundred years.
So, she wants to...
Jiang Yuemian glanced at her natal sword, which reluctantly emitted a "buzzing" sound.
"Good girl," Jiang Yuemian soothed softly.
"001, are you sure you will protect this wisp of my divine consciousness?" Jiang Yuemian asked again.
[Mianmian! 001 will definitely stand by Mianmian through thick and thin.]
The implication is that it is.
Jiang Yuemian closed her eyes. She was most afraid of pain, but if pain could save the cultivation world, then it should be worth it.
She felt a little breathless. This damned formation, and that black-robed man who called her "sister," he'd better watch out.
And Ah Que, her eyes softened, will Ah Que cry?
However, it was too late now, because her power was gradually dissipating, and Jiang Yuemian finally made a decision.
She commanded her natal sword to fly into the air, and the natal sword turned into tens of thousands of swords. She thought about it and felt a little pain.
Is it worth it? She thought of Ah Que, her senior brothers and sisters, and the little girl who said she wanted to ride a big ship when she came to the Shannan Sect.
It's worth it. She needs to grow up; otherwise, how can she ride a big ship?
Jiang Yuemian smiled. It was worth it for her to save countless lives from the suffering of death.
She closed her eyes, which made her even more sensitive to pain. Under her control, thousands of flying swords pierced her body, turning her into a sieve.
Ouch, it really hurts.
As her consciousness faded, Jiang Yuemian thought that she didn't want Aque to see her like this; it was too pathetic.
next time...
Never again...
I understand...
Jiang Yuemian fell silent. The God-Slaying Formation was broken. With her Mahayana stage cultivation and the powerful vitality of her divine body, she quickly spread throughout the entire secret realm, which was then imbued with the spiritual energy of nature.
The demonic energy in the secret realm quickly disappeared, spreading outwards from the secret realm and permeating the entire continent. The demonic energy was purified as soon as it came into contact with spiritual power, and the entire continent was now free of any demonic energy.
At this moment, the prodigies who were covered in wounds from fighting the demonic cultivator were stunned. The demonic cultivator was instantly reduced to ashes, and they cheered.
Chen clutched his chest, the pain so intense he could barely stand, his heart pounding with panic.
Has something happened to Master?
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