362 Sword of the Soul (1/2)
The colored Buddha's light and black Devil Qi changed countless times in the blink of an eye. In the end, the filth won the upper hand and the entire mummified corpse was flushed black with black light curling around it. Its thirst for blood and death directly assaulted their Vital Spirits as Devil Whelm overwhelmed them. It was horrific!
However, most of its breath was used to counter the glow of Buddha's light and it was much less scary than before. It seemed to be only slightly more frightening than the Bluecloud Progenitor.
Seeing this turn of events, Meng Qi and the others knew that they had no choice but to battle. A heavy feeling of fear and trepidation rose within them. However, they were also warriors who had experienced life-and-death scenarios before. They were afraid but unfazed, scared but unflustered, and acted decisively without hesitation.
Ruan Yushu spat out a mouthful of Blood Essence on her Phoenix-perching Zither. The zither was covered in a faint glow as it floated before her.
With a focused icy expression, her hands strummed slowly.
A loud, high-pitched cry rang from the heavens and penetrated through the clouds, splitting the Devil Qi and tearing the Buddha's light. It dove straight to the bottom of one's heart. Even a hundred birds chirping in harmony could not rival such a beautiful sound that could not be described in words.
Just as the Buddha's light was suppressed, the mummified corpse quivered as it seemed to be waiting to move. Wisps of Devil Qi were given off and dissipated in the air.
It stopped right where it was, as if listening to the phoenix's cries.
Meng Qi kept all his fear and nervousness within. His heart was as calm as still waters that could reflect all his surroundings, then he swung out his blade.
He did not choose to activate Buddha's Lamp, because it was unlike the last time when he chanted scriptures to redeem the lost soul of the Luo Han. At that time, the Primogenitor of Buddhism's horizontal board ”Big Leiyin Temple” was present and undamaged. The bluish white lamp, on the other hand, was on the verge of total destruction and was only on the preliminary level of the Exterior. Even if it could help the Buddha's light, it did not seem like it would be able to suppress the Devil Qi for the moment. It would only be able to first hurt the evil spirit and disperse some of its Devil Qi. They would just have to proceed from there.
At that moment, Meng Qi forgot about everything else. He forgot about the possible consequences, the ground that was swelling between him and the mummified corpse, and the twisting plants embedded in it. All of his attention was focused on the evil spirit.
Through such a turn of events, and the existence of the evil spirit, the dark ground, twisted plants, and everything else around them were re-imaged in Meng Qi's subconscious world. It was exactly the same as the reality and was incredibly detailed, albeit with an inexplicable feeling to it.
Under immense pressure, all the gains Meng Qi had accumulated from numerous challenges transformed into a thing of his own. Meng Qi's martial arts had entered a new realm.
His eighth natural Acupore quietly opened with a rumble. The preparations for life and change of vitality seemed to turn into a giant wheel that was spinning madly. Its rapid rotations gave his genuine Qi and spiritual energy the power to break through his current fetters and rise to a higher level!
With his anterior yin acupore point opened, there was an additional channel for discharging the turbid substances from his body, and vitality was also brewing near the filth. In it hid the origin of the mystery of forgetting one's previous life and the enigma of Refining Energy into Qi. It was increasingly similar to the natural world, and was extremely wondrous!
Heaven's Inflicted Pain quivered on the spot eight times as if it had performed eight slashes at high-speed. Purple lightning bolts overflowed and turned into a monstrous dragon.
A thick fog suddenly rose around him as dark clouds gathered overhead with streaks of silver and white lightning leaping about in them. The sound of thunder rumbled in the distance.
”BOOM!”
A loud thunderclap sounded, and Meng Qi made the final strike. The force of it caused the airflow to collapse. The surrounding vitality, moisture, and lightning all converged towards the tip of his blade!
”BOOM!”
Flashes of lightning blitzed past and thunder ripped through the skies as if they were cooperating with Meng Qi's Knife Momentum. Large raindrops fell from above, creating a gentle mist.
Sky Thunder wildly crackled as it guided Meng Qi's blade. Numerous bolts of lightning gathered and transformed into a gigantic dragon that intertwined with the purple lightning. It was so imposing that it seemed to be able to block out the sky and cover the earth!
Small Thunderbolt Pythons snaked around in the air as they smashed the Devil Qi, dispelled the Buddha light, and charred the ground black, causing various shrubs from the Demonic World to simply disintegrate.
”BOOM!”
The purple dragon menacingly pounced in front of the mummified corpse.
Qi Zhengyan, on the other hand, had been a beat slower than Meng Qi in using Thousand-mile Freeze and activating the Dragon Stripe Golden Sword.
The surrounding temperature dipped dangerously low and the clouds of black gas began to freeze into layers of ice, resembling clear black gems.
The falling raindrops gathered and crystallized into snow, and danced in the wind like feathers. A beam of pallid light rushed at the mummified corpse like a dragon. Everything it touched turned to ice.
Striking at the same time as him was Zhao Heng, who took out a small yellow seal that had golden dragons perched on it. It looked noble and dignified, as if no evil could ever penetrate it.
When the small seal was activated, it turned into the size of a millstone. The three five-clawed golden dragons seemed to come to life as they circled around the seal. A dark yellow light spread and the black ground nearby turned brown, losing its filth.
Jiang Zhiwei was slightly slower than them. With a calm disposition, she forgot about her friends and enemies, her wins and losses, life and death itself, and wielded the Anatta Sword.
The skies seemed to get darker, accentuating the beauty of her sword light. It seemed to be able to tear everything apart: all sorts of obstacles, countless dangers, the cycle of life and death, and the Devil Qi and Buddha's light. Everything parted for her blade.
Sword Qi surged and the ground reacted by splitting. Several plants were tossed into the air, their incision marks were extremely clean. A hill the size of a humongous boulder was simply split apart!
All of them were going at full strength and thus had intentionally staggered their attacks!
Meng Qi had used up all his mental energy and his seven Acupores were bleeding, but there was no way he could divide his attention to run the Sacrifice Formula. In his mind, there was only his blade and the evil spirit!
The large, terrifying purple dragon pounced onto the mummified corpse. Crackling sounds were continually emitted as it dispersed a large amount of Devil Qi.
However, at that point in time, the mummified corpse had already broken free from the Heavenly Phoenix Cries. It punched its right fist forward, and as if it had grasped some kind of rule, landed it right on Meng Qi's blade body.
As it swung its fist , their surroundings turned pitch black, as if all light had been sucked up. They could no longer see anything else. Countless twisted shadows became apparent against the darkness and they launched themselves at the purple thunderclap.
”BOOM!”
The thunderclap exploded and Meng Qi was sent flying backward. Blood sprayed out of his mouth and the faint gold glow around him flickered before it turned dim and shattered. He then hit the ground with a heavy thud.
Thankfully, the mummified corpse had just broken free from the zither's influence and was unable to use its full strength. Otherwise, that punch alone would have sent Meng Qi's long saber flying out of his right hand and smashed his bones to smithereens.
The few traces of lightning left crackled. A significant amount of Devil Qi had been dispersed, causing its suppression of the Buddha's light to become more difficult.
There was not a scratch on the mummified corpse. It was pitch black as ever, resembling an Evil Lord.
Then, coldness hit and it chilled all the way to everyone's bone. Layers of Devil Qi solidified, trapping the mummified corpse in ice.
Swordwill sliced through the air and was about to cleave its body.
All of a sudden, the mummified corpse raised its left hand as darkness gathered around it to block the Sword Qi right before it hit.
”Crack!”