Chapter 27 Yin Yang Spring Ice and Fire Dual Cultivation and the Gravekeeper's Sigh
Yin Yang Spring Ice and Fire Dual Cultivation and the Gravekeeper's Sigh
The milky white holy light emitted by the broken branches of Jianmu was like a lone boat in the dark deep sea, struggling to break through the sticky and cold soul-sinking fog, illuminating the mossy path under its feet that emitted a faint green light.
Jiang Xuelan tightly grasped the "broom handle," now more precious than a supreme immortal artifact, with one hand, while the other pressed against his aching lower back. Every step felt like treading on the edge of a knife. Cold sweat soaked his snow-white undergarment, clinging to his icy skin, which was then saturated by the chill of the Soul-Sinking Mist, bringing a piercing chill to his bones. He deliberately straightened his back, maintaining the precarious dignity of an Immortal Lord, but his pale face and slightly trembling fingertips betrayed that he was reaching his limit.
The tiny wound on his collarbone, covered in a thin layer of ice, glowed like an invisible brand under the holy light, a constant reminder of the absurd "blasphemy" he had just committed. Icy immortal energy instinctively covered it, trying to freeze the burning sensation and... **the instantaneous electric shock from the foolish demon's tongue**.
**Evil creature! Must be killed!**
Behind him, Li Jiuyou was in even worse shape. Every step was accompanied by heavy breathing and suppressed groans. His scarlet-gold pupils seemed dim and lifeless under the holy light. The uncontrolled backlash of the original demonic fire was like countless red-hot steel needles piercing his meridians, and every breath was filled with burning pain. He stared at the swaying, cold, and stubborn figure in front of him, as if it was the only pillar that kept him from falling. His eyes swept across the other person's straight spine, and invariably slid uncontrollably to the collarbone, half-hidden by the collar and covered with a thin layer of ice...
**Damn it! It was just an accident! An accident!**
Li Jiuyou shook his head irritably, trying to banish the glaring red and the cool, delicate touch from his mind. However, his excessive movement strained his internal organs, causing him to stagger and nearly fall. He growled, and crimson-gold demonic energy instinctively emanated, burning the surrounding mist.
"Control your demonic power! Idiot!" Jiang Xuelan's cold and oppressive rebuke came from the front, "Are you trying to attract more ghosts?"
Li Jiuyou was choked to the point of being unable to breathe. His red-gold eyes flashed with anger. Just as he was about to retort, the light from the half-broken Jianmu branch at his waist suddenly flickered violently like a candle in the wind!
Buzz…buzz…buzz!
The light dimmed rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye! The area it covered was shrinking rapidly!
"Not good!" Jiang Xuelan's face suddenly changed! He could clearly feel the power transmitted by the broken branch in his hand rapidly fading! This holy light was not endless!
“Hiss, hiss, hiss—!”
Almost as soon as the light faded, the long-suppressed soul fog around it screamed excitedly like a shark smelling blood. The sticky, icy gray-black mist was like countless tentacles, frantically squeezing and eroding the halo barrier! The whispers of the dead souls surged again like a tide, carrying even stronger malice and despair!
Puff! Puff!
Several thick gray-black tentacles suddenly broke through the dim halo barrier, and with a biting coldness and resentment, they lashed towards the two people fiercely!
Jiang Xuelan endured the pain in his waist and dodged quickly. Ice-blue immortal power condensed into a thin blade at his fingertips, narrowly severing an incoming tentacle! Icy mucus splashed on the back of his hand, instantly bringing a bone-chilling chill!
Li Jiuyou was in even greater disarray. Severely wounded, he was slow to react, and a tentacle lashed out fiercely at his shoulder! A gray-black mist instantly invaded, carrying the wails of the dead straight into his sea of consciousness! He groaned, and crimson-gold demonic energy surged violently, shattering the tentacle. However, his expression instantly turned pale, and his Origin Fire became even more chaotic!
"Hurry! It's just ahead!" Jiang Xuelan shouted, forcibly activating the Heart-Slaying Contract. A fainter icy-blue, scarlet-gold halo barely stretched out, resisting the frenzied erosion! He no longer hesitated, frantically pouring his remaining immortal energy into the Jianmu branch in his hand!
The light from the broken branch suddenly increased! Although it was not as bright as before, it temporarily stabilized the situation!
Taking advantage of this brief moment of light, the two of them almost crawled towards the front where the holy light was barely illuminated!
The green glow of the moss beneath my feet grew brighter, and the surrounding soul-sinking mist seemed to thin out. The bone-chilling, soul-destroying, poisonous aura in the air was replaced by a strange, indescribable energy fluctuation. It was like a heartbeat, one yin and one yang, one cold and one hot, harmoniously interwoven, carrying with it a tremendous vitality and the power of creation!
"We're here!" A gleam of light flashed in Jiang Xuelan's eyes!
After breaking out of the last thick gray fog, the scene before my eyes suddenly became clear!
This was a relatively small circular space, like an isolated island in the ocean of soul-sinking fog. In the center of the space, there was a strange spring!
The spring is divided into two distinct halves by a natural rock that looks like a Tai Chi Yin-Yang fish!
Half of it was a red-gold color, like lava! Exuding a terrifyingly high temperature, the spring's surface was steaming with a scorching golden-red mist, and a faint dragon-shaped shadow was swirling and rolling within it! This was Yangquan!
The other half, a deep, icy blue like a thousand-year-old black ice! A chill permeated the air, and tiny ice crystals condensed on the surface of the spring. The collision of these crystals made a crisp, tinkling sound, as if it contained a soul-freezing extreme cold! This was the Yin Spring!
The Yin and Yang springs meet and rotate at the center of the Tai Chi fish eye, forming a small vortex. The red gold and ice blue energies blend perfectly there, exuding a heart-pounding and extremely desired breath of creation!
"Yin Yang Spring! It's really the Yin Yang Spring!" Li Jiuyou's scarlet-gold pupils burst out with a strong light of survival, and even the severe pain brought by the serious injury seemed to be alleviated a little.
However, before the two could rejoice, the broken branches of Jianmu in their hands made a final humming sound like a wail!
The milky white holy light was completely extinguished!
Almost at the moment the light disappeared, the soul-sinking fog behind him, which had been temporarily forced back, surged towards this isolated island-like space like a flood, screaming with even more frantic resentment! The sticky and cold mist tentacles covered the sky and the sun!
"Go in!" Jiang Xuelan made a prompt decision and grabbed Li Jiuyou's arm (deliberately avoiding all sensitive parts), who was a little dazed because the holy light was extinguished. Using the last of his strength, he pushed him hard towards the red-gold Yangquan!
"You..." Li Jiuyou was caught off guard, and his severely injured body was unable to resist at all. With a plop, he fell into the boiling Yangquan!
"Ugh!" The blazing hot spring water instantly enveloped him! It was like countless red-hot irons pressed directly against his skin! The violent power of the Yang Yan madly surged into his dried-up and damaged meridians, instantly resonating and clashing with the uncontrolled original demonic fire within his body! The extreme pain caused him to let out an inhuman roar, and his scarlet-gold eyes instantly became bloodshot! But he also immediately felt that the Yang Yan power was forcibly guiding the uncontrolled and rampaging demonic fire within his body in a domineering manner, attempting to bring it back on track!
Jiang Xuelan himself did not hesitate and jumped into the ice-blue Yinquan on the other side!
“Hiss!” An intense chill instantly penetrated his limbs and bones! It felt as if even his soul was being frozen! The power of the ice spring aggressively washed away the immortal energy in his body, disrupted by the clash of ice and fire, soothing the excruciating pain caused by the churning ice fragments in his sea of consciousness! Furthermore, a pure, yin energy, like a gentle chain, wrapped around the restless demonic core heat deep within his dantian and the God-Slaying Gu stirring deeper within!
Just as the two were enduring the pain of the extreme baptism of ice and fire, something strange happened!
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