allonlinenovel Chapter 589 Man is about to die
Chapter 589 Man is about to die
"Boss, Immortal Xuanxiao has received news that the demons are attacking the sect, and has brought some people back. Stop acting, and die soon."
6872 said in Chu Ziyu's mind.
"Right away, right away."
The illusion gradually faded away, and the injuries gradually appeared on Chu Ziyu and Mo Xue's bodies.
Immortal Venerable Xuanxiao was leading his people to rush to the border of the human world for support when he suddenly felt his natal jade talisman in his sleeve vibrate violently - that was a sign that the protective sword energy he left for Chu Ziyu was triggered.
He suddenly stopped, raised his eyes and looked in the direction of Tianxuan Sword Sect, his pupils suddenly shrank.
The celestial phenomena changed abnormally.
The originally clear sky was suddenly covered with dark clouds, blood-red lightning surged in the clouds, and further away... the demonic aura of the Demon Locking Tower rose into the sky, staining the sky like ink.
Lin Ci'an was still fighting on the battlefield, but he suddenly felt uneasy. He turned around and heard the voice of his master.
"Return to the clan!"
(The way Master shouted "Return to the Sect" was so cool, he is indeed the most aloof male god in the world of cultivation.)
Chu Ziyu sighed in his spiritual consciousness, and asked 6872 to add a "broken feeling" filter for himself to ensure that it would be stunning enough when it dissipated later.
Xuan Xiao's voice was as cold as iron. He waved his sleeves and the sword light surged, directly tearing through the void and opening the way back.
The expressions of the elders behind him changed drastically - the Immortal Venerable had always been calm and composed, how could he lose his composure like this?
Lin Ci'an felt as if someone had gently grasped his heart. A chill ran down his back, as if an invisible shadow was moving along his skin. His body moved faster than his consciousness and disappeared into the void.
The Demon Locking Tower is collapsing.
The tower base made of black iron cracked into spider-web-like gaps, and the demon spirits that had been suppressed for thousands of years screamed and poured out from the cracks. Black fog was like a tide, covering the sky and the sun.
Mo Xue lay on the ground, his silver fox tail stained with dust and blood, the pain from the shattered demon pill still burning in his spiritual veins.
But his fingers tightened little by little, digging into the ground, and his knuckles turned white due to the force.
He panted and staggered to his feet.
His left arm hung limply, the wound on his shoulder bone from being pierced by the sword was still bleeding, but his eyes were brighter than ever.
That was desperate madness.
"Chu Ziyu, do you think you can stop me like this?"
He raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his lips, and the demonic power at his fingertips condensed again. Although it was not as powerful as before, it was still as sharp as a knife.
Raising his hand suddenly——
"boom--!"
The demonic power fell like a bloody blade, the barrier trembled, and completely shattered, and the tower began to shake.
"Form a formation! Form a formation!"
A dozen inner sect disciples formed a sword formation, but their spiritual power was as weak as fireflies when the formation was broken.
Disciples gathered opposite the mountain gate.
There were still traces of tears on those young faces, but no one stepped back when the sword pointed.
"That's...nonsense."
Chu Ziyu coughed softly, and blood foam overflowed from the corner of his lips.
He lowered his eyes to look at his trembling fingertips - his meridians were broken, his spiritual power was exhausted, and he didn't even have the strength to hold the sword.
But he was still standing.
Fragments of the Qingfeng sword floated around him, each reflecting his pale face. The silver sword pattern between his eyebrows flickered, like a candle in the wind.
He suddenly laughed.
That smile was like snow falling into a cold pond, so broken that it was frightening.
(Okay, okay, it’s time to get the lunch box.)
Chu Ziyu rubbed his hands in his spiritual consciousness, "6872, remember to Photoshop a special effect of 'heroic sacrifice' for me later. I want the kind with light rain all over the sky, and extremely beautiful!"
The moment Chu Ziyu raised his hand to form a seal, the spiritual energy of the entire Tianxuan Sword Sect stagnated.
His soul began to burn.