In the dead of night in the mining area, the black stone cliff was illuminated red by the fire. Chu Xuan, with one knee on the ground, had his white robes stained with blood - his own and that of the demonic flames. The chest rose and fell violently, like a broken bellows; The dantian was worse off, the spirit was torn apart by the soul-devouring seal, white light mixed with black threads, like a bowl of spilled sesame paste.
"Sir!" " Red Bear tried to rush over, but Chu Xuan raised his hand to stop him - Don't come over. Another one will be a dish.
On the other side, the demonic flame crawled out of the gravel pit, the Heavenly Dao mark on his chest was broken in half, but the divine power was still as heavy as a mountain. He spat out the blood from his mouth and laughed coldly: "Junior, what about the soul generated by the crimson mist? It's only natural that the realm is oppressive!"
Before he could finish speaking, the black lotus beneath his feet bloomed again, and the lotus heart spewed out a black column of fire, in which there seemed to be countless vengeful souls wailing - "Devouring souls, black lotus karma fire!" Wherever the fire column passed, even the air was gnawed out, heading straight for Chu Xuan's face.
Chu Xuan tried to hide, but his body was terrifyingly honest - his dantian was exhausted, his legs were trembling, and he could hardly lift a finger. The pillar of fire was rapidly magnified in his pupils, like a black dragon with bared teeth and claws.
"Finished, to be explained..." He smiled wryly, but his mind was unusually calm, and even had the chance to tease: "Su Mei 'er, I owe you the magic crystal that I haven't dug up yet. This time it's a work-related injury!"
Just as the black dragon was about to swallow him, there was a sudden "ding" sound deep in his dantian - like someone hitting a jade chime with an ice cone, crisp, cold, piercing through the soul. In the next moment, the mark of the covenant was so hot that it almost burned through the skin, and a familiar, cold voice crossed mountains and rivers and exploded in the sea of consciousness:
"Don't be distracted, catch the sword!"
Sword? Where is the sword?
The answer is revealed in the next second - suddenly, an ice-blue crack appears high in the sky, frost and snow surge, and a huge sword formed by the pure ice law breaks through the air, with the Cold Star engraved on the blade and the tip pointing straight to the black lotus fire pillar! At the same time, Chu Xuan's spirit seemed to be injected with a strong heart stimulant, and the white light burst, and he actively met the ice sword --
"Boom!"
When ice and fire collide, there is no loud noise, only extreme cold and heat devouring, canceling, and annihilating each other. The black lotus fire pillar was split in two by the ice sword, brushing past Chu Xuan left and right, burning two bottomless gullies on the ground behind him without touching even a hair of his.
The ice sword split the pillar of fire and, as strong as it could be, aimed straight at the chest of the demon Flame. The Flame's face changed wildly, and the black lotus spun wildly under his feet as he tried to resist, but was pierced by the ice sword
"Puff!"
Blood gushed out, and the demon flame was nailed to the mountain wall, and the ice sword turned into countless cold stars, sealing all the large holes around him. The divine force plummeted instantly to the bottom of the valley.
The valley was deathly silent. The red bear's one-eyed stare almost fell out: "Ice... The Ice rule? Coming across the air? !"
Not only him, but all the demonic soldiers were stunned - the mighty demonic flame that had just been so arrogant had turned into an ice sculpture in the blink of an eye, and their "Golden Pill Lord" had actually summoned the power of the righteous path from a thousand miles away?
Chu Xuan himself was also stunned. He lowered his head and looked at his chest - the mark of the Dao contract was emitting a soft white glow, like a lamp in the dark night. At the wick, a speck of ice-blue swirled slowly, carrying a familiar, crisp scent - Ling Qingxue.
"What are you standing there for?" In the sea of consciousness, the cold voice rang out again, with the usual disdain, "I borrow your spirit as a scabbard, but it can only last for ten breaths. In ten breaths, deal with him."
Ten breaths? Enough!
Chu Xuan took a deep breath, suppressed the surging blood, and grinned: "Received!"
He took a step towards the demonic flame nailed to the mountain wall. With each step, the ice star lit up a bit, and the sword intent was icy cold. The demon flame struggled in terror, only to find that the meridians were blocked by frost, not even a finger could move.
"Master of the Magic Flame Hall, what did you say just now?" Chu Xuan stood before him, with a sincere tone, "Oh, I remember -- 'It is only natural that one's realm is superior.'"
He raised his hand, and the white light of the spirit body merged with the ice star, transforming into a small sword with four colors flowing, gently pressing against the brow of the demon flame: "Now, I press you down, it's only natural."
The Flame's face turned purple, and his venomous eyes finally showed fear: "You... You dare to kill me? ! I am the Lord of the military Hall, the Envoy of the Heavenly Way Pavilion --"
"Imperial Envoy?" " Chu Xuan raised his eyebrows, and the small sword was pushed forward half an inch, the skin pierced and blood beads rolled down. "The dog chain of the Heavenly Dao Pavilion, I'll cut it without hesitation."
"Stop!"
In the distance, Su Meier's voice broke through the air, and the purple shadow flashed, approaching. She raised her hand, and a wisp of demonic energy turned into a purple butterfly, gently landing on Chu Xuan's shoulder: "Little cultivator, spare his life as a dog, I'll still be useful."
Chu Xuan pursed his lips but did not withdraw his little sword: "Your Majesty, this fellow just tried to burn me."
"Burn you and I'll pay you for your clothes." Su Mei 'er laughed seducantly, but there was a cold light in her eyes. "Leave him a breath. I want to know how many rats of the Heavenly Dao Pavilion are behind him."
Chu Xuan sighed and drew his sword: "All right, listen to the boss."
He raised his hand and slapped Mo Yan on the chest. The ice star exploded instantly and turned into countless cold needles, sealing his dantian tightly - his cultivation was completely ruined, but he left a breath. Moyan let out a scream and passed out.
Ten breaths, just used up.
Chu Xuan's feet went weak and he almost fell to the ground, but Su Meier, with quick eyes and hands, helped him up: "Can you hold on?"
"It's okay, just a bit weak." Chu Xuan grinned, his teeth sharp and his mouth sharp. "Your Majesty, this time it's a work-related injury and we have to pay extra."
Su Meier chuckled, her fingertips brushing against his blood-stained lapel: "Plus, ten times."
Before he could finish his words, the mark of the Dao Qi on Chu Xuan's chest shone again. This time it was not ice blue, but a mixture of four colors - Ling Qingxue, Su Meier, Yaoji, Ye Zining. Four scents emerged simultaneously, like four soft hands, gently supporting his body that was about to fall.
On the distant mountain peak, the magic moon finally broke free from the dark clouds, and its light fell, shining on the ground covered with ice and blood, and on the faces of the magic soldiers looking up - their gaze towards Chu Xuan was no longer in awe, but fanaticism.
"Freedom!" Freedom!"
The roar broke through the valley, shaking the purple moon above the sky. And Chu Xuan, lifted up by the four-colored soft light, slowly sat down, but the corners of his mouth were raised very high:
"The demonic flame is gone, the mine is seized, the Hope Pill... It's safe."
The roar had not yet subsided when a sudden gust of wind rose from the depths of the valley. Among the flying sand and stones, a black and red crack tore open like the throat of a giant beast. The demonic flames, covered in blood, locked by the cold star and unable to move, still looked up to the sky and laughed: "Junior... Do you really think you've won?
The broken mark of the Heavenly Dao on his chest suddenly burst into black fire, and from the fire came a deep male voice with the coldness of looking down upon all beings:
"Good-for-nothing, you can't even hold down the golden pill. What's the use of keeping you?"
Black fire instantly spread all over the body of the demon Flame, and the Ice star seal was corroded to ashes. Su Meier's eyes darkened, and the purple silk in her sleeve was flung out, curling up the flame and pulling back - but still half a step too slow. The black fire exploded with a roar, and before the fire could even scream, it was burned to a wisp of ash and carried away by the wind.
In the flames, a black talisman certificate emerged in the air and was aimed at Chu Xuan in a cold voice with a hint of mockery:
"Chu Xuan, Little Alchemist of the Qingyun Sect? That's all. Three days later, the righteous forces will come to the Demon realm. You - do as you please."
The talisman flashed and turned into black light and dissipated. The valley fell silent for a moment, with only the sound of the wind howling.
The red bear spat: "Pah, the dog of the Heavenly Way Pavilion, barks twice even when dead!"
Chu Xuan, however, stared in the direction where the black light had vanished, his eyebrows twitching. Three days later? Allied Righteous Forces? This rhythm is clearly a prearranged play -- the flame is just an appetizer, and the real move is to come.
Su Mei 'er walked up to him, her purple eyes equally gloomy: "Did you hear that? She's giving you a challenge."
"I heard it." Chu Xuan grinned, revealing his bloody tiger teeth, "but they missed one thing --"
He raised his hand, with four colors of light flowing in his palm like four docile cats circling around his fingers, "I'm not fighting alone."
...
On the top of the black stone cliff, the night wind howls. Chu Xuan sat cross-legged, holding the faded mist lotus in his palm. Four colors of light sprang up one after another, the mark of the covenant was burning hot, and familiar sounds crossed thousands of miles and rang out one after another in the sea of consciousness --
Ling Qingxue: "The Ice Law is always ready, don't force it any longer."
Su Meier: "The entire army of the demon realm, at your command."
Yaoji: "The source of spiritual energy is open for you."
Ye Zining: "The demonic cavalry will arrive at the border within three days." "
Finally, the four sounds echoed like four streams of clear water forming a river, gentle yet firm:
"The Dao resonates, life and death together."
Chu took a deep breath, suppressed the sudden sourness on the tip of his nose, and chuckled softly: "Don't worry, this round - we'll turn the tables together."
He rose, his white robe rustling in the wind, and looked beyond the dark mountains towards the distant horizon. There the purple moon sank, the dawn was about to appear, and a ray of golden light pierced through the clouds like a sword drawn from its sheath.
The young man raised his hand, and four colors of light shot up into the sky, blooming a huge lotus of light in the night sky, illuminating the entire mining area and all the faces looking up.
"Hope Army --"
His voice was not loud, but it spread with the wind:
"Prepare!"
"Roar --"
Three thousand demonic soldiers responded in unison, bone rods hitting the ground, iron armor crashing, forming a torrent that soared into the sky.
On the distant mountain peak, Su Mei 'er stood against the wind, her purple hair fluttering, and murmured softly:
"Little monk, I'll wait and see."