Zu Anxin thought that if he caused the entire academy and even the capital to open an impact, it would be the end of him, so he took out the purple-gold alms bowl and tapped it lightly.
Soon, chanting filled the academy, and the previously fanatical crowd calmed down.
They were all secretly ashamed, wondering what had gotten into them just now, as if they had lost their minds and wanted to rush over.
The enchantress is indeed an enchantress; just one glance is enough to make one lose control.
The elders silently circulated their vital energy to calm their minds, while instructing their disciples to close their eyes and not look around, causing chaos to erupt once again.
Zuan secretly breathed a sigh of relief. The Purple Gold Bowl could defend against charm and damage targeting the soul, and Yun Jianyue's power of desire should also be a kind of charm.
Fortunately, Yun Jianyue did not actively use that power, and given the large number of people and the vast area, the impact on each person was limited, which is why the Purple Gold Bowl was able to wake everyone up; otherwise, it would have been quite troublesome.
Seeing the chaos below, Yun Jianyue was slightly taken aback, then let out a series of charming laughs, which almost made many people below lose their composure again. Zu An hurriedly increased the frequency of striking the alms bowl, and only then did he manage to suppress it.
Qiu Honglei, who was watching from below, had a strange expression. She thought to herself that although her master was proficient in seduction techniques, she did not like them, so she subconsciously acted somewhat fierce and evil, and never deliberately showed this side of herself.
Now she's acting like a femme fatale who brings ruin to the country. Is it because Azu defiled her and opened the door to a new world for her, or is it because she was glanced at by the god of desire?
Yan Xuehen, standing in the sky, frowned slightly: "Witch, you seem to have changed somewhat."
"Haven't you changed too? Your sword is no longer as ruthless as before. Could it be that you've recently met a handsome young man you like?" Yun Jianyue Jiao laughed.
The onlookers below naturally didn't take it to heart, simply considering it a trick by the demoness to influence Fairy Yan's state of mind.
However, Yan Xuehen felt a little guilty, her face turned cold, and she directly attacked the Blood Moon with her sword.
A clear sword cry resounded throughout the heavens and earth, and wherever she passed, circles of pale blue icy coldness spread outwards.
The entire space seemed to be frozen, with countless tiny ice crystals condensing in the air, like countless diamonds floating in the sky.
"Why are you in such a hurry?" Yun Jianyue's laughter was soft and charming, but a fierce look appeared between her brows.
The blood moon behind them suddenly began to flow like liquid, and the next second, an overwhelming sea of blood surged out, swallowing up the ice crystals in the air wherever it passed.
The malevolent aura in the sea of blood clashed and eroded with the icy chill of the ice crystal diamond, quickly turning the surroundings into a thick fog that enveloped the two of them.
For a fleeting moment, this place seemed to manifest as a hellish realm from the underworld in the sky.
Many of the spectators were so frightened that their faces turned pale, and their earlier reverie vanished completely.
Seeing this, Zuan chuckled inwardly; it turned out that fear could also dispel lust.
He thought about taking Yun Jianyue to the Netherworld for a visit, so she could see the various hells up close. Perhaps her knowledge of corpses and blood would reach a higher level.
However, it's unclear whether this will affect her spiritual practice on the path of "desire".
At this moment, the battle in the sky also changed. Yan Xuehen suffered a small loss in this round of fighting because of her reckless move. A small section of her skirt was cut off, revealing a section of her fair and slender calves.
Seeing this, the crowd, which had just calmed down, erupted in excitement once again.
Although it was just an ankle, when had Abbot Yan, who was usually as graceful as a fairy, ever shown it off?
Zuan was speechless. These two women were fighting, and it felt like I was the one who was at a disadvantage.
He could only keep comforting himself that before he transmigrated, the girls on the street were dressed more scantily than them.
The two in the sky had no time to think about these things and quickly disappeared into the thick fog to continue their duel.
Yan Xuehen, as expected of the number one person in the Daoist sect, immediately realized her mistake of acting rashly and quickly became more cautious in guarding her sect, thus slowly turning the tide.
The two fought for a while longer, until Yun Jianyue completely merged with the blood moon, and all the moonlight and blood light seemed to condense into a single line in that instant.
The beam of light pierced through the thick fog, pinpointing Yan Xuehen's location and leaving him no way to escape.
Yan Xuehen's expression was solemn. The Flying Snow Sword emitted an unprecedented long cry. He and the sword became one, radiating a beautiful ice-blue light, like a piece of ten-thousand-year-old ice. Wherever it passed, even the surrounding space was frozen with a visible ice mark.
As swords clashed, a sound that defies description resounded throughout the world, like the cry of a phoenix or the collision of two stars in the universe.
Everyone present felt a tremor in their hearts; at that moment, they seemed to have gained some kind of enlightenment regarding swordsmanship and knife skills.
The whole world seemed to have been paused. There was no earth-shattering explosion, only the intertwining and annihilation of the two people's energy and laws.
This mountain range is directly divided in two, with one side being a land of ice and snow.
On the other side, the blood moon shone brightly, and below, surging waves of blood rolled.
Both men groaned and retreated dozens of feet, a trickle of blood spilling from the corner of their mouths.
Yun Jianyue's hair and clothes were covered with a layer of white frost, and even her breath froze into ice crystals.
Yan Xuehen was entirely crimson, with a blood moon seemingly appearing and disappearing around her.
Zu An's expression changed, and he hurriedly flew forward to stand between the two, saying quickly, "You two are evenly matched in cultivation. If you continue fighting, you will only perish together. Let's stop here."
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