Flames surged and fire roared, and the temperature inside the cave rose higher and higher, making the environment very unfavorable for Qing and his companions.
After several rounds, Qinghe gradually felt somewhat exhausted. Seeing that Mo Zhanli's momentum was even stronger, he was slightly alarmed.
She glanced around; it seemed there was something here that was amplifying Mo Zhanli's power.
This couldn't go on. Her eyes darted to the bell hanging from Mo Zhanli's waist, and a plan formed in her mind.
She abruptly withdrew her Phoenix Sword, then used her toes to propel herself towards the circular platform in the middle of Hell Rock, with Mo Zhanli following closely behind.
As soon as she stood still, she turned around abruptly and suddenly swung her sword back to stab. Mo Zhanli, with his level of cultivation, was well aware of her tactics. He flipped in mid-air to avoid her attack and then swung out a powerful palm strike with immense force, the powerful pressure pressing down on his head.
Qinghe blocked the oppressive aura with a horizontal gesture, and the cold sword in her right hand flew out of her hand, heading straight for Mo Zhanli's waist. Mo Zhanli waved his black robe and knocked the phoenix sword away, but he did not expect that it would still be exploited.
A flash of light appeared between Qing's brows, and Tong transformed into a red bird. With a flap of its wings, it flew towards Mo Zhanli, or more precisely, towards the Demon Bell.
The red bird sped by, striking the copper bell, which instantly fell from Mo Zhanli's waist and plummeted straight into the sea of hellfire.
Mo Zhanli was startled and abruptly stopped his attack, grabbing at the Demon Bell as his body plummeted downwards, but it was too late.
The moment the copper bell was plunged into the sea of fire, the elders of the Liu family struggled briefly before slowly regaining consciousness, their eyes returning to their normal color.
Liu Yuntai quickly caught his father's sliding body, helped him sit down on the ground, and regulated his breathing.
"Father, are you alright?"
His consciousness was under control, and Liu Huiyang's body was injured, so he would not recover in a short time. However, he still shook his head and comforted him, "It's okay, go and see your mother and the elders."
Liu Yuntai checked his father's body and, after confirming that there was no serious injury, got up and went to his mother's side.
The Demon Bell fell into the sea of fire, and Mo Zhanli was furious, his gaze towards Qinghe becoming even more ruthless.
He leaped into the air, shouting fiercely, "You dare destroy my demon race's most precious treasure? I'll kill you!"
He clasped his hands together, making complex gestures. The black spiritual energy intensified and increased rapidly, instantly filling the entire Hell Rock. The mountain trembled, the earth shook, and rocks rained down from above.
Seeing that things were not going well, Li Jiang immediately flew forward, grabbed Qing He's arm, and flew away. In the meantime, she did not forget to say to Mu Dong and Liu Yuntai, "Quickly take them away from here!"
Thunder rumbled and torrential rain lingered. Layers of celestial mist transformed into a blood-red fog that threatened to rob people of their lives. During the brief respite after leaving Wuji Mountain, Qinghe felt a strange unease.
Since Mo Zhanli has already fallen into the demonic path, all his actions should be at Ji Chen's behest. However, since stepping into Wuji Mountain, all I've seen is Mo Zhanli, and I haven't even seen a shadow of Ji Chen. The reason for this is suspicious.
"Is there some other trick up their sleeve?"
She murmured to herself, unaware that her words would become a self-fulfilling prophecy.
The group flew away from Hell Rock on their swords and landed on the ground. The mountains behind them were still shaking violently, the lush trees were uprooted, and birds and beasts fled in panic. What was terrifying was that even after they landed, they could still feel the terrifying aura.
Li Jiang stared intently at Wuji Mountain, then looked in the opposite distance. She then channeled her power, spreading her divine sense over dozens of miles. In an instant, her expression suddenly darkened.
“This is bad,” Li Jiang said in a deep voice, “It’s a beast tide.”
Qinghe frowned, and Li Jiang added, "Moreover, the scale is quite large; the entire Wuji Mountain is probably surrounded by demonic beasts."
Liu Yuntai was busy taking care of his mother, and his expression turned somber upon hearing this.
"It must have been that copper bell that attracted it. This is terrible." Liu Yuntai looked at Li Jiang with guilt in his eyes: "Brother Li, I have dragged you into this."
Li Jiang waved her hand, "Things have come to this point, there's no point in saying more. The most important thing right now is to figure out how to solve this problem."
Before he could finish speaking, Mo Zhanli, dressed in a black robe, suddenly appeared before everyone. He looked at the turmoil in the distance and laughed loudly, "You've arrived just in time, everyone. Are you satisfied with this gift?"
Li Jiang said coldly, "Triggering a beast tide will do you no good; you'll die here anyway."
Mo Zhanli seemed indifferent. "So what? What difference is there between me and being dead?" He said hatefully, "Don't forget, I'm like this because of you! If I could kill you all, I wouldn't hesitate."
Li Jiang: "You brought this upon yourself; you can only blame yourself."
Mo Zhanli showed an impatient expression and raised his palm to swing at him.
Shen Xun flew out from the jade pendant space, his complexion much better. He asked Qing He, "Where is the Demon-Slaying Bell?"
Qinghe: "They fell into a sea of fire, they're probably burned to ashes by now."
Shen Xun paused for a moment, looked into the distance, and said, "The beast tide is coming."
Qinghe looked over as well, and said, "Hmm."
You seem a little scared.
Qinghe pursed her lips, not denying it.
If she wasn't mistaken, this beast tide was the one that led to the original owner Qing's death and soul extinction. She thought she could escape it, but she didn't expect that she still couldn't avoid it.
Shen Xun: "Don't overthink it, we'll all survive."
Qinghe nodded, but then felt something was off, and looked at Shen Xun with a strange expression.
Before they could even figure out what was wrong, Mo Zhanli stopped entangled with Li Jiang and rushed towards Shen Xun.
His goal has always been clear. Although he said he didn't care about dying, it was actually a delaying tactic. After all, obtaining the Heavenly Book and Divine Record would only bring him benefits and no harm.
However, he greatly underestimated Shen Xun's fighting prowess.
Qinghe shouted, "Watch out!"
Shen Xun had foreseen this; as long as the Demon-Slaying Bell was not around, no one could be his match.
Because of his small stature, he easily dodged Mo Zhanli's sharp claws. With a flip, he appeared behind Mo Zhanli as if he had teleported. His tiny hand easily gripped the back of Mo Zhanli's neck and tightened suddenly, causing Mo Zhanli to show a pained expression.
Shen Xun's attack was neither too forceful nor too weak, but it made Mo Zhanli feel death and suffocation. He knelt on the ground, breathing rapidly. The former supreme ruler was now like a dog, barely clinging to life.
"No...don't kill me! I'm the emperor, you can't kill me!"
Shen Xun sneered: "Still dreaming of being the emperor?"
With a sudden exertion of force, Mo Zhanli's eyes widened, his gaze becoming unfocused, and his hands grasped haphazardly, accidentally touching Qinghe's robes.
He grasped at a straw, frantically crying out, "Help me...help me!"
Looking at the disheveled Mo Zhanli, Qinghe recalled a pure and innocent pretty face. Her brows furrowed slightly, and her cold expression softened a little.
Suddenly, in the next instant, a cold sword pierced through Mo Zhanli's chest without warning.
Qinghe slightly parted her lips and looked up at Li Jiang.
Li Jiang drew her sword, her elegant face gleaming with cold light. "He has fallen into the demonic path and no longer belongs to humanity. I know what you're thinking, but at a time like this, it's best to be rational."
Qinghe pursed her lips and remained silent, walking away to the side on her own.
Mo Zhanli died, but his soul was in Shen Xun's hands and could not escape no matter what. In the end, he could only suffer the fate of his soul being scattered.
The sky remained dark, but several enormous birds circled overhead, their cries piercing the air.
Qinghe looked up and whispered, "The beast tide is coming."
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