Chapter 31 Wuwei's pursuit and Jianmu's deathbed entrustment
Wuwei's pursuit and Jianmu's deathbed entrustment
“Sizzle!”
A thin blade, condensed from icy blue immortal energy, narrowly severed two incoming black mist spears. A biting chill, radiating from the immortal energy, numb Jiang Xuelan's fingertips. He fought back the stinging pain from an old injury in his lower back, triggered by the chill, and dodged through the thick, inky soul-sinking fog. His movements still carried the grace of an immortal monarch, but his speed was noticeably slower than in his prime.
"Break them!" Li Jiuyou roared, and the crimson-gold demonic fire, like an exploding ball of lava, blasted the black spears into scattered ash. The scorching airwaves temporarily forced back the sticky mist, but the next second, more and thicker gray-black tentacles pressed in from all directions, carrying the greedy screams of the dead!
“Hehehehe——!”
The Eye of the Soul uttered a piercing laugh from the depths of the dense fog, its gaze fixed on the two men like a maggot on their tarsal bones. Even more alarming was the fact that the swirling fog wasn't attacking indiscriminately. Instead, under the giant eye's "command," it continuously condensed and transformed like a living being! Part of the fog formed a thick, constantly wriggling gray wall ahead, attempting to block their path; the other part, like countless venomous snakes, entwined and lashed out from cunning angles!
"Has this ghost thing become a spirit?!" Li Jiuyou swung his fist and smashed a fog snake that was wrapped around his ankle, his red-gold eyes full of anger, "It's like a dog-skin plaster that I can't get rid of!" Demonic power was steaming all over his body, like a little sun, which was particularly eye-catching in the gray sea of fog and also attracted a lot of "firepower".
Jiang Xuelan's face was icy cold. He wielded his icy blade to clear a path, his spiritual sense scanning frantically. The Jianmu branch in his hands remained silent, unresponsive, like ordinary wood. "It's consuming us! The mist is endless!" His voice was cold, highlighting the predicament. The corrosive force of the Soul-Sinking Mist was temporarily blocked by the residual protection of the Yin-Yang Spring's forgeable power, but this protection was being rapidly consumed! To make matters worse, every time he used his strength to resist the mist's tail attack, it felt like he was poking a hole in the protective shield!
"Consume? Then let's see who can outlast the other!" Li Jiuyou's ferocity was fully aroused, and his original demonic fire erupted, instantly vaporizing the surrounding Soul-Sinking Mist that stretched for several feet! A brilliant crimson-gold light shone brightly, briefly illuminating a small area ahead—still a swirling gray-black, with no end in sight!
"Idiot! Brute force is useless!" Jiang Xuelan scolded, and the ice-blue fairy power turned into a rotating ice storm, shattering the large fog attacking from the side and clearing a narrow passage. "Follow me! Save your energy! Sense the direction of the exit!" Relying on the faint perception of the last resonance direction of the Jianmu branch in his memory, he forced himself to determine his direction in the chaotic sea of fog.
Li Jiuyou's forehead throbbed at the scolding. Just as he was about to retort, he caught a glimpse of Jiang Xuelan's slightly pale face and slightly rapid breathing. The words "If you can do it, go for it" were stuck in his throat. **Tsk, this ice cube's facial injury hasn't fully healed yet...** This thought popped up out of nowhere, and he froze for a moment. Then, even more annoyed, he could only vent his evil fire on Wuwei, punching him with a more explosive burst of demonic fire: "Got it! You're so long-winded!"
The two, one in front and one behind, struggled through the thick death fog. Icy blue and crimson gold flickered alternately, like a small boat threatened to capsize in a storm. Jiang Xuelan was responsible for precisely carving the path of least resistance, while Li Jiuyou, with his powerful demonic power, cleared the area and covered the rear, furiously destroying the encircling fog walls and sneak attacks from the tentacles. Despite their mortal dislike for each other and their lack of tacit coordination (several times Li Jiuyou's demonic fire nearly singed the corners of Jiang Xuelan's clothes, and Jiang Xuelan's abrupt change of direction with his ice blade nearly gave Li Jiuyou a Mohawk), under the deadly threat of the Soul-Sinking Mist Tail, they forged an eerie, inefficient coordination.
"They're moving! They're moving again! Heading this way!" The black-armored turtle's green eyes were fixed on the Soul-Sinking Mist that was surging like a black tide. The eight trigrams patterns on its shell flashed frantically, deducing, "But the speed is wrong! They're being held back! That damn 'tail' is consuming them! The energy fluctuations are weakening!"
Man Gu was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot (if an ant were two meters tall and had horns). His huge bone club smashed deep holes in the ground one after another. "Damn it! Let's rush in and help!"
"What can we use to support you?! Are you going to use your bull head to feed the Soul-Sinking Mist?!" Xuanjia was so angry that he slapped Mangu's hoof with his claws, "Calm down, big guy! Senior gravekeeper! Say something! Isn't the broken branch of Jianmu the 'key'? Why is there no movement? Could it really be the 'bait' that was swallowed by that ghost eye?!"
The gravekeeper's hunched figure stood before the swirling wall of fog, his murky gray eyes reflecting the gloomy sea of mist. His bony fingers moved slightly within his wide sleeves, as if the subtle interference he had just subtly applied hadn't had the desired effect. Hearing Xuan Jia's yell, he slowly turned his head, his gaze settling on the storage bag at Che's waist, which vibrated violently, hummed incessantly, and emitted a milky white light that grew brighter yet increasingly unstable.
"Jianmu...is about to end..." The gravekeeper's hoarse voice carried a barely perceptible sigh.
"What?!" Ache's face turned pale in an instant, and he hugged the storage bag tightly, as if his senior brother's life depended on it, "Is the Great Immortal Jianmu dying? No! Please hold on a little longer! My senior brothers will be out soon!" He was so anxious that tears welled up in his eyes. He tried his best to inject his weak spiritual power into the storage bag, trying to calm the restless branches.
Buzz——!!!
The storage bag suddenly erupted with an unprecedentedly dazzling light! A concentrated, tragic, milky white beam of light, like a last ray of light, pierced through the storage bag and the layers of dense fog, shooting straight towards Jiang Xuelan and Li Jiuyou in the sea of fog! Wherever the beam of light passed, the surging soul-sinking fog violently boiled and retreated as if it had encountered its nemesis!
This sudden strong light not only illuminated the faces of everyone outside the fog, but also, like a precise lighthouse, penetrated through the numerous obstacles and instantly reflected in the consciousness of the two people who were fighting hard in the fog!
"Huh?!" Jiang Xuelan and Li Jiuyou were shocked at the same time!
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