Chapter 259: Internal and External Troubles, Restoration of Qingming
The Demon-Subduing Qinghui is the mysterious art of the Wuwei Patriarch, which is most effective in dealing with the demons. Its techniques are so exquisite that even the Shangqing Zhenren has only comprehended four or five percent of them.
Han Yang has the reverse spiritual roots of water and fire, so theoretically he is not suitable for this technique. However, he is Yuan Qing's eldest disciple, and is the person that Shang Qing Zhenren is training with the purpose of making him the next headmaster.
Therefore, for the skills passed down by the ancestors, no matter how incompatible they are, one must fully understand them. If there are young people with extraordinary talents in the future, they can also pass on these mysterious skills, so as not to break the inheritance of the ancestors.
Since it is not applicable, it naturally cannot exert its full strength. However, relatively speaking, even a little bit of Qinghui can severely damage ordinary demons.
There is nothing we can do, so we might as well give it a try. As Lingxiang often says, let's try it out!
Han Yang soared into the air, his hand gestures flying and his mouth muttering something. A clear light shone around Han Yang, like moonlight.
Xinyi only felt that the surroundings suddenly darkened, and the only thing she could see was the cold sun in the sky emitting a light as cold and soft as the moon hanging in the night sky.
Specks of light surrounded the cold sun. After a moment, the light specks first looked like water drops, slowly falling one by one, but in the blink of an eye they became like a waterfall pouring down from the mountains, instantly covering the magnolia.
At this moment, Han Yang's words stopped abruptly. He suddenly opened his eyes, and his pupils became identical to the clear light. He then pointed his fingers at the wolf's head and shouted, "Go!"
A ray of spiritual light shot out like a sharp arrow, instantly submerging the wolf's head.
After a while, the dust settled and the cold sun set gently. As soon as Fang touched the ground, he was exhausted and knelt down, supporting himself on the ground with one hand, gasping for breath.
After all, it was not what he was good at, and the Demon-Subduing Qinghui consumed a lot of spiritual energy, so he felt a little tired for a while.
After Han Yang recovered a little, he wiped the sweat from his forehead and stood up, but...
But when he looked up, the wolf's head was still motionless, still in the posture of waiting for the knife!
this!
What's going on?!
Although I couldn't sense any demonic energy from that person, it was surprising that such an evil person was not a member of the demon clan!
Han Yang was shocked, and even Xin Yi looked surprised.
Such a complicated martial art can be seen to be extremely powerful at first glance, yet Wolf Head not only took the full impact head-on, but also remained completely unscathed!
Xinyi naturally didn't know the art of exorcising the demon Qinghui.
Just as the two were surprised, they saw the wolf head move its feet, and then stabbed with a long knife, and a sharp knife energy rushed towards them.
Han Yang had just used the Demon-Exorcising Clear Sunshine, so he didn't have the physical strength to dodge, let alone the spiritual energy to use the Wave-Sensitive Technique. Xin Yi could dodge, but if he did, Han Yang would be the one to take the blow.
The blade came rushing towards him, and was about to reach him. Han Yang could almost feel its sharpness, and it felt like an embroidery needle piercing between his eyes.
At this moment, Xinyi turned around and stood in front of him, then suddenly drew out a long blade from her waist and took the sword energy head-on.
The sword energy was like an iron nail, slamming into the long blade of the deer antler, and sparks flew in an instant.
The force of the sword energy was so strong that it hurt Xinyi's wrist bones. He felt as if he had taken on a real sword, and the force of the sword energy was continuous.
Xinyi roared in a deep voice, exerted force on his waist, and swung his long arms, finally sending the sword energy to his side.
In a moment, rocks exploded, trees fell, and dust rose.
Lingxiang saw all of this. When Hanyang rose to the sky, she hurried forward and saw Xinyi with Hanyang and Wolf Head in a black robe.
This time she could see it clearly, but Lingxiang secretly felt that something was wrong.
Although Han Yang has reached the Jindan realm, he is not good at the mysterious art of exorcising demons. If he uses it forcibly, it will only achieve half the result with twice the effort. Moreover, Xinyi once said that the one called Wolf Head is a human.
Bamo Qinghui is a method of exorcism, how can it work on humans?
When the spell was finished, Lingxiang frowned even more tightly when she saw the wolf head lying motionless.
It’s true!
But she couldn't help but ponder: since he was a human, and Liu Xia had found a purse embroidered by Miss Liu from him, then this person was most likely the Sang Mu he mentioned. But if it was Sang Mu, a human, why would he work for the demons?
What is the reason behind this?
Lingxiang originally thought that there was no need to rush to clarify this matter, and wanted to discuss other things after meeting Miss Liu, but now she had to face it.
Moreover, this person's aura was extremely strange, and it was hard to tell what was so strange about it...
Did I miss something?
Lingxiang looked at the motionless wolf head and fell into deep thought. She felt as if she was covered by a net, and this wolf head was the key.
The fighting outside the formation was fierce, and there was also unrest inside Ding'an Residence.
Although the formation blocked out the sun, Zhao Wuyang could vaguely see Xinyi's figure, but for some reason, she seemed to be competing with someone.
Could it be Bai Wuchang? But how could he be Bai Wuchang's opponent? He had suffered a loss before outside the water mirror!
When Zhao Wuyang thought of this, he became extremely anxious, but monsters outside the formation came one after another, and the endless stream of monsters climbed on each other, making it difficult to see what was happening outside.
Just as Zhao Wuyang was looking out through the gaps between the monsters, a gust of wind came and smashed the gate on his side into pieces.
Zhao Wuyang immediately became alert and quickly turned around to avoid the attack. When he looked again, he saw that the person who punched him was...
“Seven…Seventh Brother!”
Long Qi's face was flushed, his eyes blurry. Perhaps because he had punched so hard, the fine cloth on his body was bleeding. However, Long Qi seemed unaware of the pain and rushed towards Zhao Wuyang with his fist raised.
Zhao Wuyang dodged Long Qi's fists while calling out to Long Qi, but Long Qi seemed not to hear him. He kept chasing Zhao Wuyang as if he had seen his enemy, although he staggered.
Long Qi had learned the Red Fist before, and although he only knew the basics, it was still incredibly destructive. As the two of them engaged in battle, the courtyard was soon in disarray.
Zhao Wuyang knew at a glance that Long Qi was unconscious, but he couldn't wake him up no matter what. He saw that the doors and windows of the houses in the yard were smashed, but he was helpless.
You can't fight back, right? Long Qi is already injured, if he gets hurt even more, wouldn't that make it worse?
Not only could he not fight back, but he also had to be careful not to lead Long Qi to the room where Master Cheng Xin was in seclusion. Otherwise, if Long Qi saw Master Cheng Xin, the consequences would be truly unimaginable...
Long Qi only felt a sense of chaos coming over him, and the monsters outside the house kept roaring, which made him uneasy. Gradually, hallucinations began to appear, as if he saw Yinghuan right in front of him.
He was immediately filled with rage, but he didn't know where Long Yuan was, so he could only throw a punch, but unexpectedly, Yinghuan dodged it.
Hearing Yinghuan's constant mockery, hatred grew in Long Qi's heart. He kept chasing her, but he could not catch up with her no matter what.
He could vaguely hear Zhao Wuyang's voice drowned out by the monster's roar, so he wanted to comfort him, but all he could say was a broken murmur: "It's okay...it's okay...Wuyang...I'm here..."
The darkness was like a tide, hitting the divine palace directly. Finally, Long Qi could no longer support himself and fell straight down on his back. He seemed to be extremely tired, and even his breathing became much weaker.
But at this moment, a voice suddenly sounded, which made him clear his mind:
"You monsters are only following orders. The Life-Restoring Pill is here, why don't you hurry and follow us!"
It’s spiritual incense!
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