[Imperial City Storm] She was hurt again
The two hundred skeletons in front of them had just broken free from their skins, their footsteps floating like evil spirits that had just gained wisdom.
They turned their spines stiffly, and their empty eye sockets were like two bottomless abysses, looking accurately at the four people in front of them.
gaze.
Silent gaze.
Qi Jie's hand was already on the hilt of his sword, his knuckles turning a frightening pale blue from the exertion. Beside him, Qi Shuobei, enduring the pain, slammed his meteor hammer heavily onto the delicate stone bricks of the palace.
Zhou Suyao frowned, her fingertips already forming a spell. The millennia of despair in the mass graves and the demon race's genocidal hatred within the illusion stirred a surging tide in her consciousness, but she knew full well that now was not the time to be sentimental and vulnerable.
"Don't move for now."
Even facing such a horrifying scene, the master still stretched out his hands to shield them behind him and whispered instructions.
He took a step forward, and a circle of pale golden Fuxi Bagua diagram appeared beneath his feet. This Bagua diagram gently spread out, silently dispelling the nauseating smell of blood in the air wherever it passed.
"Walk!"
Following his command, the three of them followed the unkempt figure without any hesitation.
Zhou Suyao gritted her teeth and suppressed the turmoil in her consciousness. She knew full well that the Bagua diagram cast by her master contained a profound power, enough to barely support her shaky clarity.
Just as the four of them were getting closer.
The bone puppet moved.
Like puppets controlled by invisible strings, two hundred skeletons moved in unison, with an eerie sense of coordination, and rushed towards them silently in an instant.
The rotten finger bones were like blades, tearing through the air, making a sharp sound of breaking wind. The target was clear, pointing directly at the center of the team, the person with the most disordered breath.
"court death!"
A flash of rage flashed in Qi Jie's eyes, and he instantly drew the longsword from his waist, charging headfirst into the oncoming skeletons. The skeleton puppets at the front didn't even have time to scream before they were instantly reduced to charred black powder.
Just as a few people breathed a sigh of relief, the situation suddenly changed.
The bones that had just turned into charred powder gathered together again in an instant, and even passed through Qi Jie's defense at a tricky angle, as if they had already calculated that Qi Jie would not be able to rescue him in time.
A deadly chill instantly gripped Zhou Suyao's heart.
She lowered her head slightly. The white bone claws had already penetrated her body. She could even see the dark red flesh underneath the claws.
No way.
Come again?
However, she didn't have time to lament the hardships and sorrows of her life before an invisible force instantly filled her body. This force was cold, violent, and filled with a destructive aura, like a torrent of time and space, erupting from within him.
This invisible force coalesced into a powerful shockwave, centered around her, and exploded. Several skeletons that were about to capture her bore the brunt of the impact, instantly shattering into a cloud of bone dust. The surrounding puppets that had rushed towards her were also violently flung away by the force, blasting tens of thousands of meters away.
Qi Jie was stunned. He turned to look at Zhou Suyao, as if he couldn't believe it. How could such powerful power burst out from her weak body?
But only Zhou Suyao knew that the explosion in her body was not strength, but the complete loss of control of her demonic power.
She felt as if her soul was torn in two, one half was filled with panic, and the other half was completely overwhelmed by the endless desire to kill.
The scene before Wan Yao's death flashed back wildly in her mind.
The scorching furnace, the heart-wrenching wails, and—
Ning Qinggui's eyes were filled with blood and tears.
They all seemed to be shouting the same voice:
Kill! Kill them all!
Zhou Suyao's vision was covered in scarlet. She was almost lost in this overwhelming hatred and just wanted to tear everything in front of her apart alive.
The master's pupils suddenly shrank and he rushed forward hastily, but was pushed further away by waves of shock waves. He felt something was wrong and quickly drew a talisman with his hands.
In an instant, he appeared beside Zhou Suyao, and his skinny fingers were as fast as lightning, tapping her brow with incredible precision.
The moment his fingertips touched her, a warm breath seemed to flow into her body, enveloping the uncontrolled demonic resentment in her body.
Her body instantly deflated.
"Hold on to your true heart." The master's voice echoed beside her. "Their power is hatred and sorrow, but it is not your Tao. Do not be consumed by them."
The master's words carried a weight heavier than his own spiritual power. Zhou Suyao arched his body in pain, his crimson eyes struggling to regain a hint of clarity.
Two completely different spiritual powers collided in her confused consciousness.
But Zhou Suyao understood what she should overcome.
She bit her lower lip tightly, and struggled to mobilize all the spiritual power in her body, guiding the crazy demon power, trying to bring it into a controllable track.
However, in the brief moment when the master and disciple were in a stalemate, something strange happened in the depths of the darkness ahead.
Qi Jie's sword no longer shone with the golden light it did at the beginning, and his spiritual power was no longer able to support a battle of this scale.
"No, there is no way we can kill all these bones!" Qi Jie was panting. His arms had already become weak, and each attack was not as powerful as before.
Qi Shuobei's situation was even more difficult. He was already seriously injured and had been entangled with these bones for a long time. At this moment, his spiritual power had already been exhausted, and only his spiritual consciousness was supporting him.
As soon as he finished speaking, Qi Jie discovered that the bones of the head he had just chopped off now stood up again and attacked him again.
He was unable to dodge and was scratched on the shoulder by the skeleton.
Just when the skeleton was about to attack him again, a golden barrier fell from the sky and protected him instantly. He was stunned and looked up, just in time to see Zhou Suyao, with the support of her master, casting a protective spell towards Qi Shuobei again.
"All of you stop."
Although Zhou Suyao was far away at this moment, her voice entered their minds.
"Listen, I just counted and found that there are 206 skeletons in total, which corresponds exactly to the 206 bones in the body."
"So!" Qi Shuobei shouted, "Maybe we just killed them until only 206 bones were left!"
"No." Zhou Suyao said, "I've been observing and found that these bones cannot be truly killed. Even if they turn into ashes, they will reassemble in a short time."
"I think," she frowned deeply, "this is probably another one of Xuan Yangming's sorcery. Take off the skin and you'll find nothing but 206 bones, flesh, blood, dirt, hair, and intestines."
"So! He took off his skin, and the remaining 206 bones turned into 206 skeletons to deal with us!"
"He's stalling for time with us!"
Before he could finish his words, the ground beneath his feet suddenly began to groan, bricks and stones shattered, and the bones that were just fighting with them disappeared in an instant, leaving only four people looking at each other in bewilderment.
However, just beneath this piece of broken bricks and stones, Zhou Suyao sensed a familiar spiritual energy.
This spiritual energy seemed to be deeply connected with her blood.
She felt uneasy. She was familiar with this spiritual power because she had sensed it before in the altar when Xuan Yangming shed blood to nourish the three meridian flowers!
She turned around and whispered to her master, "Three Meridian Flowers... I'm afraid..."
The master's face suddenly turned gloomy, and the spiritual power he pressed on Zhou Suyao's palm suddenly intensified.
"There's no time." His voice was low, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth. "Suyao, and you two, we can't wait any longer. Follow me... rush in."
However, just as he finished speaking, the world suddenly changed dramatically.
The Emperor of Tiandao, who had long become a puppet in Zhou Suyao's countless calculations, suddenly appeared at the gate of the palace in front of them.
“Boom—!”
Behind them, a sound of powerful footsteps came closer and closer. When they turned around, they were met by the oncoming guards wearing heavy black armor and holding sharp spears.
Looking behind them, they saw another group of figures following closely behind. They were wearing the same moon-white outfit, with expressionless faces, and emitting cold, pure spiritual energy fluctuations without any impurities.
Heavenly Death Warrior!
This elite force had extremely precise aim. One on the left and one on the right, they attacked Zhou Suyao, who was standing beside the three men, with terrifying pressure.
At this critical moment.
"Form a formation!"
The master's hair and beard stood out, his tone filled with unprecedented solemnity. His gaunt figure instantly appeared at the front of the team. His hands flew rapidly, and in an instant, a golden Fuxi Bagua diagram condensed in front of him, transforming into a huge barrier with a flowing golden halo.
“Ding! Ding! Ding!”
The imperial guards' spears rained down like a torrential downpour, creating a deafening clang of metal. Zhou Xuqing let out a muffled cry of resentment, and the ground beneath his feet began to crack.
The two Fuxi Bagua diagrams, coupled with the forced suppression of the demonic energy in Zhou Suyao's body, had already almost exhausted him. Now, facing the attack of the elite of the Heavenly Dao, he seemed somewhat powerless.
“Master!”
Zhou Suyao's pupils shrank suddenly, and anger caused the demonic energy in her body to fluctuate wildly again. They seemed to be shouting:
"You need me, you need me!"
"right."
Zhou Suyao closed her eyes, as if she had accepted her fate and no longer struggled.
When she opened her eyes again, one of her eyes was dark black, and the other was a terrifying red.
She actually achieved a strange balance with the demon power in her body.
Then, she instantly passed through the barrier, and with a terrifying murderous intent, she strangled the neck of the leader of the Tiandao Death Warriors.
"boom!"
To facilitate the violent collision of moisture, it exploded instantly! Zhou Suyao stumbled back in shock, a sweet taste in her throat and the smell of blood filled her mouth.
However, she still overestimated her own strength.
The moment she stood up, the guards surrounded her, and countless spears woven into a net of death, were going to strangle her completely in this imperial city.
"Hahaha!" A creepy laugh instantly erupted from the side of Emperor Tiandao. The old eunuch with a ferocious face, Xuan Yangming, shouted as if he had already won:
"Zhou Xuqing! You couldn't save Ning Qinggui a hundred years ago! You won't be able to save this useless disciple of yours a hundred years from now! Just watch her die!"
The silverware emitted a cold white light, and Zhou Suyao closed her eyes resignedly.
However, at this critical moment, when all hope was lost——
"call out--"
Tens of thousands of arrows shot out instantly, carrying murderous intent to burn the world to ashes, and shot into the throats of the guards with incredible precision.
"Who dares to touch my junior sister!"
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