Chapter 50: Qilin Tribulation (Part 2)
Suppose the first Qilin appears, what it brings is —— fear.
Then, with the appearance of this second Qilin, comes... Despair!
Fan Qinghui's complexion also changed slightly. However, as the most outstanding successor of Ci Hang Jing Zhai in this generation, her heart had never wavered even a little before anyone or anything except when facing Yang Zhao. The Soul-destroying Divine Sword was raised slowly and drew a mysterious trajectory in the air, which seemed to be carefree. Onlooker Yang Zhao was secretly shocked, because even as an outsider, he could still feel that Fan Qinghui, though standing still, was actually hiding movement within stillness. The sword energy merged with the heaven and earth, and was omnipresent. No matter where the enemy's attack came from, she wouldn't move. If the enemy moved, no matter how strong, fierce, fast or cunning their attack was, she would always counterattack first, striking with a blow that could shatter stones and shock the heavens.
Until now, Yang Zhao finally knew his true level, and there was still a big gap between him and the top masters of the world. In fact, if he were to switch places with the two Qilin, he wouldn't be able to think of any way to break through Fang Qinghui's move that had already reached the realm of "probing the heavens", attacking without attacking and defending without defending. At most, he could only rely on his own powerful skills, fiercely fighting back with brute force, exchanging injuries for injuries, and ending up in a stalemate where both sides were severely wounded. The outcome was unknown until they actually clashed, but in terms of realm, he had already fallen behind.
The divine beast itself possesses experience and wisdom that is in no way inferior to any martial arts master. In an instant, not only did the fire qilin prostrate itself on the ground, whimpering and growling lowly, but even the ice qilin that had just walked out of the Lingyun Cave behind it was also trapped in a predicament where it could neither advance nor retreat. This was because they all knew in their spiritual awareness that if they rashly took action, they would surely die under the sword. Especially since the fire qilin had been severely injured by the broken mirror's strange ability earlier, its scales were shattered and cracked in many places, making its situation even more unbearable.
He didn't move, and neither did the other. In an instant, the situation had subtly changed to a stalemate. However, Feng Qinghui, who seemed to be in control of the overall situation on the surface, knew that this state of affairs could not last long. Because at this moment, her sword and person were as one, with her essence, energy, and spirit all extremely concentrated. The consumption of her spiritual energy was enormous. Before reaching the highest realm of "Sword Heart Transparency", it was really impossible for her to maintain this state for a long time with her current cultivation.
She must take the initiative to change in order to continue controlling the initiative of the battle.
The sword's blade, which had been quietly pointed, suddenly began to quiver slightly at a strange frequency. The murderous aura that had been hidden was gradually gathered and concentrated, as if it were about to be unleashed but not quite yet. The two qilins felt even more tense, their throats letting out low growls as they instinctively tensed up their muscles.
Feng Qinghui smiled lightly and took a step forward. The two-headed beast, almost completely losing control under her sword aura, involuntarily moved forward half a step, while the fire qilin retreated half a step in fear. Suddenly, Yang Xiu, who was just an outsider, unexpectedly became involved first, his spirit and energy being pulled into the situation beyond his control. The yellow melon on the ground couldn't be picked again. A mouthful of fresh blood suddenly spurted out, falling precisely at Feng Qinghui's feet.
A single hair moves, the entire body reacts. The invisible sword array set up by Jing Zhai's painstaking efforts suddenly collapses. The pupils in the eyes of both Qilin simultaneously turn into almond shapes, and Bing Qilin's icy aura surges forth as it reveals its sharp teeth and claws, ferociously pouncing and striking. Huo Qilin, hindered by its injuries, is only half a beat slower, pressing down with its front paws before springing up to coordinate with Bing Qilin's pincer attack from the front and back. Their coordination is seamless.
The master of the quiet chamber simultaneously shouted and scolded, turning his body lightly, and the sword's edge slid out smoothly. The soldier's fierce battle was still beautiful beyond words. In a flash, the sword energy surged like the Yangtze River, rushing forward in an unstoppable manner. The divine soldiers and the qilin clashed with each other, their sharp teeth and claws ringing out clearly, like large and small pearls falling onto a jade plate, making people who heard it feel delighted and pleased.
In the midst of sparks flying everywhere, the two Qilin were covered in shattered scales and bathed in blood. From their wounds, wisps of blue and red smoke drifted out. This was one of the special abilities of the Soul Devourer. Anyone who was cut by its blade would have their strength constantly draining from their wounds. The Fire Qilin had already been injured, and in the intense battle, it was the first to lose momentum, letting out a mournful cry as it stumbled backward. Yang Zhao, who was watching from the side, felt a surge of joy, but suddenly felt a chill run down his spine, freezing his blood and making his body stiffen. His face changed drastically, and he involuntarily shouted: "Be careful!"
This timely warning was not untimely, but for Fang Qinghui, it was still useless. Just like the fire Kylin's sudden explosion of flames just now, the ice Kylin had the same power to create an icy sea and snowy prison. The terrifying cold air attacked everyone present without distinction, and Jingzhai's successor was the first to bear the brunt. In an instant, the cold air condensed into ice on the Soul Slayer, and in a flash, it made her unable to adapt to the sudden change in the divine sword's weight, making her more helpless than ever before.
The Ice Qilin released a cold air, and in an instant, it was unable to move. But the Fire Qilin's body was protected by fierce flames, and it was almost completely unaffected by the ice and snow. As a divine beast with spiritual power, and also responsible for guarding the Lingyun Cave, it would not retreat until the very end. Moreover, after suffering heavy injuries, its ferocity was stimulated, and it suddenly became violent, ignoring the pain and rushing out like an arrow, launching a fierce attack on Fang Qinghui!
The sound of ice cracking had been echoing since the moment his soul was frozen, and Yang Zhao's eyes shone brightly as he took a deep breath and leapt into action. He had eaten half a Blood Lotus last night, and the medicinal effect still lingered. So despite being injured in the previous clash with Yang Xiu, after this period of recovery, his injuries had already healed by about 70%. In the urgency of the moment, he couldn't use the Four Symbol Mystic Technique, so Young Master Wang's palms simultaneously conjured up the Qian and Kun hexagrams' golden light forms, as he let out a fierce roar, unleashing the power of heaven and earth to strike down with crushing force.
Two consecutive rings shook, the Hu Qilin's shoulder blades shattered in response, and it was seriously injured on the spot. The severe pain attacked its heart, and the threat of death prompted it to struggle desperately. Just as Xiao Wangye was about to take advantage of the victory to attack and kill it on the spot, a sudden heat wave flew by, and the Hu Qilin flew out from beside him like lightning, its tail hair coincidentally wrapping around Yang Zhao's arm. The infinite force pulled forward, and Yang Zhao lost his footing on the spot, being dragged into the Lingyun Cave by this beast. Its companion abandoned the battle, knowing that it was absolutely no match for the female human in front of it, the Bing Qilin let out a sorrowful cry and turned around to leave without hesitation. In an instant, two shadows, one red and one blue, entered the depths of the stone cave, being completely engulfed by the darkness within.
Feng Qinghui was shocked and exclaimed: "A Zhao!" With a burst of energy, she shattered the thick ice that had condensed on her soul, got up hastily and chased after him without hesitation. In the blink of an eye, he had vanished into thin air.
Yang Xiu's facial muscles twitched, and he suddenly threw his head back and let out a long, shrill laugh: "Haha, haha, hahaha! Good, good, you son of a bitch, you died well!" The laughter was like that of a wounded wolf, making people shiver. Yan Wugou trembled with fear, thinking to himself that he would rather stay far away from this Shu King forever. He tightly hugged the broken mirror, his only reliable talisman, and was about to quietly slip down the mountain when suddenly a tall and majestic figure appeared before him, rushing up from the Nine Bends Stairway to the front of the Lingyun Cave. "Your Highness? Ning Mou has arrived late," he said urgently. "What's this...?"
"Finally!" Yang Xiujie exclaimed with delight, "You've finally arrived!"
The newcomer was indeed Ning Daoqi, a loose cultivator. His face showed a mixture of shock and suspicion as he scanned the entire scene. Frowning, he said: "What's going on? Ah, Tang Zhangshi, Feng Zhongmen, Mu Xiansheng... They... are Qilin! Have the Qilin from Lingyun Cave come out?"
"There are not just one, but three beasts in the cave!" Yang Xiu gritted his teeth and punched the ground fiercely, shouting in a low voice: "Xian Wu Gou, quickly return the Blood Lotus that I bestowed upon you! Those two useless things, Feng Ye Yu and Mu Xing He, wasted my spiritual fruit for nothing."
Originally, just now, the Guardian and the Monk intercepted the Shu King's party. Although they were defeated by the two great divine soldiers, Xīng Hún and Lóng Xuán, they were still able to retreat unharmed. Yang Xiū knew that once the monk returned, he would inevitably alarm the powers guarding the Lingyun Cave. As the saying goes, "the military values speed", Yang Xiū immediately decided to order two door masters to take the Blood Bodhi to quickly recover their combat strength. Then, he left the soldiers on the warship to Tang Zhōng to clean up the mess and brought a group of high-ranking officials to detour from the Iron Chain Bridge to the Lingyun Cave.
The relationship between Tangmen and Yang Xiu is a subtle one of mutual cooperation, mutual vigilance, and mutual suppression. On the surface, the mission of Tangmen's Seven Kills is to assist Yang Xiu in achieving great things, but in reality, it also has the meaning of secretly supervising him. Once Yang Xiu shows any behavior that is unfavorable to Tangmen, they will immediately join hands to kill him. Unexpectedly, Yang Zhao had already learned all about the previous causes and consequences from Tang Zhong's mouth after capturing her, including even the secret signal for ordering Tangmen's Seven Kills to take action and kill someone.
At that time, the two sides met on a narrow road, and Little King Wang immediately blew a whistle signal. The Tang Sect rules are strict, and the killers under the door only recognize the signal and not the person. Although the occasion and the person who issued the signal, even Yang Xiu, had not revealed any abnormality, they still took immediate action without hesitation, resulting in the four brothers Di San Dao and Wen Yi dying on the spot, Tang Wu Xiang and Tang Bing fell into a deep valley with unknown life or death, only Tang Ming Yue was lucky enough to escape because he wanted to protect Tang Zhong Qing, and the two of them arrived late.
Even so, relying solely on the power of the three major sects would not have been so vulnerable to a single blow. However, even with the efficacy of the Blood Lotus, it still requires some time to absorb and take effect. With time being rushed, Mu Xinghe and Feng Yeyu did not have enough time to cultivate and digest the medicinal power, although on the surface they seemed to have recovered their spiritual energy and vitality, in reality they were weak and empty inside, unable to withstand the tyrannical flames of Huo Qilin, resulting in both being severely injured to death.
With so many causes and effects, it's too complicated. Neither Yang Xiu nor Yang Zhao can fully understand the situation. However, things have reached this point, and Yang Xiu cannot give up now. He snatched the Blood Lotus from Yan Wu's hand and swallowed it with his eyes closed, using all his strength to cultivate his energy. Ning Daoqi sneered slightly and stepped forward, placing his hands on the left and right shoulder井穴 of the Shu King. The pure and unparalleled internal energy of the Innate True Qi penetrated through his body, helping the medicinal properties of the Blood Lotus to take effect quickly.
The Far-Reaching Divine Skill revolved forty-nine small cycles, and Yang Xiu's head was surrounded by a white mist of hot air. His face changed from red to white, then from white to red seven times. Suddenly, he let out a long whistle, stood up straight, and jumped up. The light in his eyes flashed, indicating that his internal injury had healed more than half. He stretched out his hand and grasped the Dragon Whirl, which automatically flew into his fingers under the guidance of the true energy. Yang Xiu didn't hesitate, turned around to face Lingyun Cave, and took a step forward, saying in a low voice: "Ning Xianchang, Yan Baozhu, you two come with me to kill Qilin and seize the Dragon Pulse!"
The Divine Dragon Vein chapter is about to enter the final stage, and the next chapter Tangmen Storm is ready to be launched. How to arrange a plot that everyone is satisfied with and reasonable to conclude and then start again, it's really exhausting to think about. I'm getting a headache from thinking too much, please give me more votes and clicks to support me!
