Chapter 86 [VIP]
Xu Xing brought two fingers together and drew a line down his feet. A magnificent radiance burst forth from his hand, spreading throughout the entire hall like a stream of light cascading down the ground. Wherever the light passed, the ghostly energy hissed and crackled, and the shadows hidden in the corners retreated in terror.
The Lord of the Demon Realm quickly raised his hand to block and dodged to another location.
An extremely faint hum came from deep beneath the throne, precisely disrupting the balance of the resentment energy in the palace's ley lines, causing the entire palace to tremble.
The Lord of the Demon Realm's face darkened, and he said in a deep voice, "Hold them off."
Having said that, he vanished from the hall in a flash. The four elders, having received the order, unleashed their full power, and four gigantic pythons of resentment crashed into the protective shields of the two!
The light shield shattered instantly, and Xu Xing, with Jiang Zhuochen in his arms, retreated backward.
Taking advantage of the opportunity, Jiang Zhuochen raised his hands, and dozens of golden talismans that he had been holding in his palms flew out, exploding in the air and turning into a dazzling golden rain of light.
The talisman's power, extremely yang and strong, erupted with intense yang energy, violently clashing with the yin and evil aura of the ghost realm. In an instant, it interfered with the perception of all the ghosts, even causing the four giant black pythons to pause slightly.
Taking advantage of the brief chaos, Xu Xing grabbed Jiang Zhuochen, whose breathing was somewhat disordered, and stopped fighting, turning to head towards the hiding place of the souls.
Inside the Cave of Ten Thousand Ghosts, Mingxiao and Mingsu sat upright, surrounded by ghostly energy. The wails of evil spirits constantly eroded their sanity, and veins bulged on their foreheads.
Following the instructions of the Lord of the Underworld, they concentrated their minds and energy, focused on cultivation, and silently resisted external interference.
As their cultivation techniques reached their peak, their bodies began to heat up, becoming scalding hot. Their bones seemed to be disorganized and reorganized amidst unbearable pain. Their perception of the outside world seemed to be gradually decreasing, and their consciousness had already entered a state of emptiness.
Their facial expressions gradually became even without them realizing it, as if they had broken through the last barrier. Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through their hearts, like a fine spider silk piercing through them, then tightening, taking root, and extending outwards. With each inch it penetrated, the silk branched into even finer branches, densely embedding itself into their skin.
The excruciating pain spread throughout my body, my heart stretched out and then contracted rapidly. After enduring the most difficult moment, the agonizing torment finally ended.
The overwhelming noise from the outside world made the two of them feel disoriented for a moment. After experiencing excruciating pain, their bodies felt incredibly light, and their minds slowly returned to clarity.
"Wake up."
...
"Cultivation complete, awaken."
A familiar voice rang in their minds, pulling them back to reality. Their eyes twitched, and they slowly opened their eyelids, a powerful aura emanating from them.
Mingxiao's vision blurred for a moment before focusing on the figure not far away. The Yu Master's expression was complicated, with an unusual tension, but the corners of his mouth turned up in pleasure, and a glint of light flashed in his eyes.
He was puzzled, but had no time to think it through. He rose and bowed to the Lord of the Underworld. "Lord of the Underworld, what brings you here?"
"Fortunately, we made it in time." The Lord of the Demon Realm smiled, seemingly no different from usual, yet strangely unsettling. "There's no time for further discussion now; there's something that requires your immediate attention."
"Lord of the Abyss, please give your orders!" Mingxiao and Mingsu knelt on one knee, bowing their heads to await their commands.
"Very good." The Lord of the Demon Realm nodded in satisfaction, his voice turning cold: "Those two have come over. They have found the location of the soul and will be here soon."
With a wave of his hand, the Lord of the Demon Realm summoned two demonic artifacts that floated in mid-air. One was a blood-red scythe, and the other was a battle axe made of white bones. "I bestow upon you two treasures; you must kill these two on the spot."
Mingxiao and Mingsu were greatly shocked, not only by Xu Xing and Jiang Zhuochen's speed, but also by the fact that the Lord of the Demon Realm had given them these two treasures. These were high-level ghost artifacts, which, if used properly, could increase one's strength several times over!
"Yes, sir!" The two men's outstretched hands trembled slightly as they received the magical artifact, their heads bowing even lower. "Your subordinates will not fail you!"
Seeing Mingxiao and Mingsu filled with excitement and loyalty, the Lord of the Underworld's eyes grew even darker. The curve of his lips remained unchanged, but his aura became even colder.
A gust of wind swept in from afar in an instant. The Lord of the Demon Realm dodged to the side and coldly snorted, "Attack!"
The two men, one wielding a knife and the other an axe, stood amidst surging shadows and ghostly energy, battling against the bone-chilling wind.
Xu Xing and Jiang Zhuochen landed on the outer edge of the Ten Thousand Ghosts Cave. Their gazes swept over the three people at the bottom of the pit, and a cold glint flashed between their brows.
"Master," Jiang Zhuochen asked, his voice tinged with confusion, "what's wrong?"
Xu Xing's tone remained calm: "It's nothing serious."
The soul's aura vanished halfway there, and now its summons cannot be felt. Considering the strange behavior of the two below, it's highly likely that the Ghost Realm has done something to it. Although it's tricky, it's not too difficult.
Mingxiao and Mingsu stood ready, gripping their swords and axes tightly.
“Don’t worry,” the Lord of the Demon Realm said at the right moment behind them, “He can’t easily take out souls and won’t seriously injure you. Just focus on capturing him.”
With time of the essence, the two didn't have time to ask why they couldn't retrieve it. Hearing the Lord of the Demons' assurance, a huge weight was lifted from their hearts, and they became bolder in their actions.
Jiang Zhuochen frowned, tilted his head, and glanced at the little ghost hanging on his shoulder. Because the soul-gathering bag was broken, there was no container to store him for the time being, and if a fight broke out, it would easily involve him.
"Why don't you find a place to hide first?"
The little devil lowered his head timidly, uttering a muffled "Okay..." from his throat.
As soon as he finished speaking, he transformed into a cloud of black mist, perfectly blending into the surrounding darkness.
Mingxiao's battle axe swelled up, and with a powerful swing, everything in its path was corrupted.
The sword of Bu Xu resounded through the void, its powerful sword intent striking precisely the weakest point of the axe blade. A piercing scraping sound followed, and the immense recoil caused Ming Xiao to stagger back several steps.
Mingxiao was greatly shocked. Seeing this, Mingsu did not hesitate to swing his sword and slash down from the air. Dark red rivers of blood flowed from both sides of the sword, and countless vengeful spirits roared and rushed towards the two opposite him.
The little demon hidden in the black mist screamed as it was burned and ran behind Jiang Zhuochen. Jiang Zhuochen flicked his finger, summoning the Earth Core Fire to block the blood river. Xu Xing pushed his palm forward, and the flames suddenly enlarged, completely blocking the blood pool in front of him, preventing it from advancing an inch.
Ming Su and Ming Xiao looked up in surprise and doubt, their expressions becoming serious.
Mingxiao roared and charged towards Xu Xing, his battle axe swinging relentlessly. Mingsu followed closely behind, his blade aimed at Jiang Zhuochen and slashing down!
Jiang Zhuochen dodged to the side, his hands forming a seal, and a series of talismans formed a golden light array in the air, firmly blocking the sharp blade.
The next instant, the Void Step Sword appeared in the middle, its emanating spiritual energy shaking off the scythe and then piercing the surface of the battle axe. The powerful impact sent Mingxiao flying, and he clutched his chest, gasping for breath.
"Again!"
The two were blinded by rage, and with a loud shout, their figures blurred into afterimages.
Xu Xing slashed diagonally with his sword, the sword energy precisely cutting into the joint between Ming Xiao's left arm and shoulder blade, severing Ming Xiao's entire left arm and sending him flying!
"ah!!"
Mingxiao's screams echoed behind Mingsu, fueling his rage. All the noise around him vanished, leaving only a burning hatred that wanted to eliminate the person before him.
Xu Xing turned his sword tip around, and the sword shone brightly with silver light. With unparalleled force, it pierced through the shadow of the blade and struck the soul bone in the opponent's heart.
Ming Su's massive body flew backward, crashing heavily onto the bone mound, his chest bone cracked. He tried to get up, but found that his magical power had almost stopped flowing.
"Why...why is the power I cultivated in the Ten Thousand Ghosts Cave...useless?!"
Panic rose in his heart. He felt that the powerful evil magic within him was no match for the opponent, and there was even a faint tendency for it to be suppressed.
Mingxiao collapsed to the ground. He slowly moved the fingers of his unaffected hand and weakly said, "The power within us... is backfiring..."
"How could this be?!" Ming Su was startled and hurriedly closed his eyes to look inside. What he saw sent chills down his spine.
Countless threads took root deep within his soul, frantically drawing upon his soul power. Nourished, the threads gleamed black and trembled with excitement. The more power he used, the faster this erosion occurred.
Ming Su was stunned, frozen in disbelief. What on earth was going on?
Unharmed and standing safely behind Xu Xing, Jiang Zhuochen tilted his head and patted the little devil's head, not quite understanding why the enemy opposite him had suddenly become so despondent.
“Once the container is damaged, the things hidden inside will naturally be easily detected,” Xu Xing explained softly. “He needs the bodies and soul power of these two people to seal my remnant soul and prevent me from taking it back. When they are alive, they are excellent sealing containers; when they die, their souls will also be annihilated.”
Jiang Zhuochen's eyes widened slightly. "Why didn't you say so just now!"
Xu Xing drew his sword, a slight smile playing on his lips: "Just two ordinary containers."
How could his soul be extinguished?
The sword tip was pointed at the two men, their eyes wide with rage, intending to pierce their flesh and take their souls with a single strike.
Mingxiao and Mingsu felt as if they had fallen into an ice cave, unable to believe that their years of piety and loyalty had turned out to be nothing more than vessels carefully cultivated by the Lord of the Underworld for two remnants of their souls.
However, just as the Step Void Sword was about to touch the two of them, a cold snort rang out from the Nine Netherworld.
Ahead, the black mist churned and parted to the sides. The ghostly aura swirling around the Ghost Lord seemed to resonate strangely with this mist, making it appear even more unpredictable.
He clearly had no intention of giving Xu Xing any chance to retrieve his remnant soul, and his right middle and ring fingers twitched slightly.
"Ugh...!"
Mingxiao and Mingsu trembled suddenly, their eyes dimmed instantly, and the curves of their faces flattened again.
The Lord of the Abyss raised his hand, and a cold light stood out conspicuously in the dark surroundings, extending intermittently until it disappeared into the hearts of Mingxiao and Mingsu.
The two stood up as instructed, their movements mechanical yet agile, their empty eyes staring straight ahead, even the curve of their mouths seemed sculpted.
Their divine consciousness was completely hidden without their knowledge, leaving only two smelted artifacts.
The Lord of the Demons waved his hand behind him, and two puppets automatically jumped and stood behind him.
"Don't even think about taking my soul!"
The Step Void Sword tore through the black mist, creating clones that attacked the Lord of the Demon Realm from different angles.
The Lord of the Demon Realm stood silently in place, a mocking expression on his face, without even making a noticeable defensive stance. The flashing swords and shadows were dissolved by some invisible force as they approached him.
Jiang Zhuochen was surprised. The mist around the Lord of the Demons rippled slightly, but his clothes did not even flutter.
Just a moment ago they were on high alert in the main hall, how come they're so relaxed and at ease in this new place? Is there some kind of magical treasure here?!
"It's useless," the Lord of the Demon Realm said indifferently, raising his hand in a gesture of pressing down.
boom!
An irresistible, immense force suddenly appeared and enveloped the entire area.
Jiang Zhuochen and Xu Xing simultaneously felt the surrounding space solidify, forced backward by this immense force.
"Today is your death day!"
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