[Imperial City Storm] Her Master Descends from the Sky
"careful!"
Qi Jie's pupils suddenly shrank, and the moment he spoke, the long sword at his waist was unsheathed.
“Zheng——”
The sword body burst out with golden spiritual light, without any fancy tricks, and pierced straight into Xuan Yangming's bone staff, making a sharp sound of metal colliding.
The dead silence of the imperial city was completely broken by this sound at this moment.
"Ants! Do you really think your resistance can change everything?!"
Xuan Yangming's hoarse voice, like the piercing sound of metal rubbing against each other, scratched Zhou Suyao's heart and stirred a wave of nausea. She dug her nails into the flesh of her palm, trying to let the pain wake her up.
Just as she was dizzy, a cold and yin energy suddenly surged out from the top of the bone staff. The yin energy did not rush directly towards the three people, but instead sank into the ground in an instant like a living black snake.
In an instant, the entire space became as cold as an ice cellar.
Countless pairs of skeletal arms grew out of the ground, like the evil spirits they had seen in the underworld, rushing towards them with ferocious looks.
"Retreat!" Although Qi Shuobei was seriously injured, he still subconsciously protected the other two behind him. He quickly formed seals with his hands, and the heavy meteor hammer flew out in an instant, smashing into the white bone arm in front of them with the sound of wind and thunder.
In an instant, gravel and bone fragments flew everywhere, bringing with them a heavy recoil force, which made his already pale face even paler, and dark red blood flowed from the corners of his mouth.
Zhou Suyao's pupils shrank suddenly. She felt the cold spiritual energy within her body, emanating from the myriad demons, surging wildly under the influence of Xuan Yangming's spiritual power. Her meridians seemed to be pierced by thousands of icy needles.
"It's useless to struggle!" Xuan Yangming roared with a thick hint of mockery. "I've been planning this for a hundred years. How can I tolerate you, little brats, disrupting it? In the past, I spared your Qi family a lifeline for the sake of the Way of Heaven. But since you keep disrupting things, I can only let you and Zhou Suyao smelt the three meridian flowers together!"
The bone staff slammed into the ground again, and the pressure suddenly increased. Countless bones struggled to crawl out from the ground and re-formed into hideous, constantly moving corpses.
Qi Jie quickly rushed to Qi Shuobei's front, raising his sword to block Bai Gu's attack—but his pure Yang sword energy still fluctuated violently in this place with deep Yin energy. He groaned, groaning under the heavy pressure.
Qi Shuobei was visibly exhausted. Every time he smashed a corpse, more corpses would entangle around him.
At this moment, a pitch-black ghost bypassed Qi Jie's sword net and appeared silently behind Zhou Suyao. In an instant, the smell of blood filled the air.
"careful!"
Qi Jie cried out in surprise. Due to his distraction, several evil spirits broke through the sword net in front of him, and a bony arm scratched his chest hideously.
He was hit hard instantly, and his body flew out and hit the broken wall.
"Ah Jie!" Qi Shuobei was filled with shock and anger, but at this moment, three punches were no match for four hands. Thousands of bones entangled him, and the cold death energy penetrated his seven orifices. He struggled hard, but the meteor hammer fell to the ground. His face quickly turned purple and blue, and it seemed that he was about to be strangled to death.
Zhou Suyao suddenly raised her head.
There was still uncontrollable demonic energy in her body. Sensing the suppression from Xuan Yangming, she erupted in extreme anger, like countless silver needles, madly hitting her consciousness.
But at this moment, seeing the Qi brothers being severely injured and on the verge of despair, an indescribable emotion mixed with the violent demon spiritual energy in her body instantly rushed into her consciousness.
She couldn't die here.
Mingluo was still waiting for her.
Big Brother... there are still so many... unsolved mysteries.
Xuan Yangming's withered yet smug face was distorted and magnified in the dim light, filled with a disgusting and weird feeling.
“Kill him…Kill him…Kill him!!!”
Within her body are the wronged souls of countless demons, their roars shaking the soul.
Kill him...!
An unprecedented determination and violence suddenly erupted in her heart like a volcano.
In an instant, her eyes turned blood red, and the demon spiritual power that had been forcibly suppressed in her body completely went out of control at this moment.
“Xuan Yangming——!!”
It was a sharp, distorted wail that even she herself could not recognize, and it seemed that her voice was no longer the only one in this sound.
She stopped dodging and instead pounced towards Xuan Yangming.
In the dantian, the spiritual core that had been nurtured by the master using elixirs he had searched all over the world, and that carried the resentment of tens of millions of demons, was now being squeezed madly at an unprecedented speed. Every squeeze brought with it severe pain that tore through the tendons and veins, as well as the wailing of the soul that could not bear the weight.
"Want to explode your pill?! Haha!!" Xuan Yangming laughed playfully. There was a hint of surprise in his laughter, but more of it was disdain.
"A dying struggle!! This is even better! It saves me the effort of refining you!! Your spirit core!! I gladly accept it!"
The bone staff was raised again, facing Zhou Suyao who rushed towards him desperately.
At this point, only a faint glimmer of death remained in her eyes, and the sickening smugness on Xuan Yangming's face. She could clearly feel the elixir about to break free of its final restraints, clogged in her throat. Her consciousness swung between excruciating pain and destruction, and only one voice remained in her mind: Kill him! Kill him! Kill him! Avenge the demon race! ! !
At the critical moment when the spirit core was about to explode completely——
Someone grabbed her by the scruff of the neck.
Next came the one who was full of energy and even a little impatient.
"Woof! Woof woof woof!"
The dog is barking.
"You're actually still thinking about self-destructing your spirit core?" the voice said in a deep voice, "I'll punish you when I get back."
After saying that, the man grabbed her collar and threw her behind him.
Then, with lightning speed, he lifted his leg and took off his straw sandals. A gray shadow, like lightning, struck Xuan Yangming's pale old face with incredible precision.
The pair of straw sandals were even covered with fresh mud, which stuck to Xuan Yangming's face.
Time seemed to stand still at this moment.
Countless white bones became stunned in an instant. The dying Qi Shuobei forgot to struggle. Qi Jie, who was thrown into the rubble of the broken wall in the distance, propped up half of his body and was stunned. Even the resentment from the demon clan in Zhou Suyao's body fell into a strange stagnation at this moment because of this absurd scene.
However, the owner of the straw sandals—an old man with washed-out clothes and tangled hair like a bird's nest—didn't seem to realize the strangeness of the scene.
As he walked forward, he lifted his bare other foot and scraped the mud off the bottom of his foot on the relatively clean broken stone nearby with disdain, cursing under his breath:
"What the hell are you doing in the middle of the night? I had to chase Wangcai for eight blocks. I finally found a good spot under the wall in the western suburbs of the capital. As soon as I took off my shoes, this damn dog rushed towards the imperial city like crazy, and I couldn't stop him even if I called him."
The master scratched his hair that looked like a mess, yawned hugely, and his old eyes slowly swept across the mess, finally stopping at Xuan Yangming, who was standing stiffly on the spot with muddy straw sandals still stuck on his face.
"Hey." The old man raised an eyebrow. "Isn't this the... ahem, former elder Xuan Yangming from the Xincong Sect? Why, instead of reflecting on your mistakes in the prison of the Heavenly Dao, have you come here to play in the mud at the foot of the Imperial City?"
After saying that, he chuckled a few times as if he couldn't help laughing: "You are quite unique, aren't you?"
"You...! Old man! You're courting death!"
After several rounds of humiliation, Xuan Yangming finally recovered from the immense humiliation of being slapped in the face with a straw sandal, and he let out a hysterical roar. He abruptly threw the sandal off his face, and once again, a devastating blue light emanated from his staff, fiercely blasting at the suddenly appearing old man.
"Zhou Xuqing, what on earth do you want? You destroyed Master's cause a hundred years ago, and you're destroying mine a hundred years later. Do you really think you can single-handedly save the righteous path in your heart?!"
"Haha, I didn't want to get involved, but a hundred years ago you harmed my senior sister, and a hundred years later you harmed my apprentice. Why didn't you tell me that you evil people just love to pick on the people around me?!"
After saying that, he went straight to meet Xuan Yangming's magic power that was coming at him quickly with the gloomy wind.
"Master, be careful!" Zhou Suyao screamed in shock, and the stagnant spiritual power in her body instinctively began to flow again, as if she wanted to pounce forward to block it.
However, the master just smiled faintly and raised his hand casually. In his hand, he seemed to be holding another pair of straw sandals covered in mud.
His movements were not fast, even a little slow.
But just at the moment he raised his hand, an indescribable aura of heaven and earth, as if it had been accumulated for eons, came to him, like a sleeping prehistoric beast that suddenly opened its eyes.
There was no blinding light, no earth-shaking momentum, only the sudden arrival of a force that was powerful enough to destroy the heavens and the earth.
Then——
"Snap!"
The straw sandals hit Xuan Yangming's old face again with incredible precision.
Then, under the astonished gaze of everyone, he dodged behind Xuan Yangming. The gentle silver light around him, which was completely different from Xuan Yangming, seemed so out of place in this battle in a corner of the imperial city.
"Noisy." Zhou Xuqing picked his ears as if to brush off some dust, with an undisguised look of disgust on his face.
"Who do you think killed all the Taoists in the sect and opened the gate for them when the immortal sects surrounded Dao Moxing a hundred years ago? You used the Tongsheng Seal to absorb too much spiritual energy. Without the Tongsheng Seal, you are unsure of your own strength. Do you think you can fight me?"
"You...you!" Xuan Yangming's face changed drastically. He seemed to have been surprised that his plan for the Tongsheng Seal had become known to others, and perhaps also surprised that his master would mock him so directly. His face paled instantly, and his body fluttered like a dying butterfly. The next moment, his staff transformed into a puff of black smoke, enveloping him completely.
At the moment he completely disappeared, he shouted, "I will be back! By then! No one will be able to stop my great cause!"
"Wow." Zhou Suyao thought to herself, "Where did Gray Wolf come from?"
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