Everyone just breathed a sigh of relief when they saw the headless corpse turned its wrist again and raised Nine Heavens Sword.
Sword Intent, which resides in the body of Lu Qing, went completely out of control at the moment the host died. This headless corpse used up its last vitality and swung the last sword.
A fan-shaped sword energy that could crack mountains and crack rocks swept across the entire space!
"Get down!" Mo Yan yelled.
The sword energy swept across like a beast, and Golden Umbrella's defense instantly collapsed. Everyone was affected by this terrifying shock wave, and was violently thrown to the ground. The surrounding stone walls were penetrated by the sword energy, and collapsed with a deafening sound.
Then, there was a muffled "bang" sound.
Lu Qing's body could no longer withstand the power of Sword Intent and exploded directly in mid-air, turning into a rain of blood and dust.
The entire underground mausoleum shook violently, and after a while, the movement barely subsided.
Lin Qingyang was choked and coughed. He didn't care about the pain in his bones. He got up and ran forward stumblingly.
"A-Qi! How are you?"
Lin Qingyang rushed to Cang Mo and supported the man who was half-kneeling on the ground. Cang Mo leaned on him without any strength, breathing heavily, and the clothes on his body were scratched by the sword energy. Fortunately, he avoided the vital points.
"It's okay." Cang Mo relied on his strength to stand firm. Amber's eyes scanned Lin Qingyang up and down intently to make sure he was not injured, and then his tight jawline slowly relaxed.
Lin Qingyang breathed a sigh of relief. The cave was crumbling and gravel kept falling. Cang Mo subconsciously protected him under him.
Lin Qingyang turned around to look for others, but saw dark clouds passing in front of him.
Wuyun didn't look at the remains of the headless corpse on the ground, nor did he care about the shaking dome above his head. He walked to the stone wall that had just been penetrated by the sword energy and stared straight ahead. The whole figure was like a stone sculpture that was instantly weathered, stiff and lifeless.
Lin Qingyang followed his gaze and discovered that behind the collapsed stone wall was the space at the bottom of the pit that they had fallen into before.
The dust dispersed and light shone through the huge hole.
At the bottom of the empty and dark pit, the white bones of a giant wolf as huge as a hill lay quietly. The huge wolf head was looking stubbornly in the direction of the dark clouds.
For five hundred years, in the endless coldness and silence, Cang Yu used this posture to guard outside the stone wall just a stone's throw away from his lover, until his flesh and blood dried up and turned into white bones.
Silent, yet filled with suffocating tragedy.
Dark Cloud trembled all over, and his eyes, which had been so fierce before, now shattered into a hollow.
"Dark clouds!" Lin Qingyang shouted.
But Wuyun didn't seem to hear anything. He stepped on the collapsed rocks and staggered towards the skeleton. The gravel above his head fell down and scratched his forehead, causing blood to flow. However, he didn't even frown, staggered up, and threw himself in front of the bones on both hands and feet.
"Xiaobai?"
Wu Yun's trembling voice spanned five hundred years and once again called out the unique title between the two. But what he faced was only a skeleton that would never respond.
Wu Yun stared blankly, his hands caressing the white bones, and the Demonic Qi in his body flowed through his palms in a steady stream.
"He... is losing to Demonic Qi?" Ku Rong's head in Jin Buhuan's hands asked in confusion.
Everyone was silent and did not step forward.
After a while, Cang Mo said in a deep voice, "He thought this would bring him back to life."
"How is this possible!" Ku Rong blurted out.
Of course this is impossible. Even the magic medicine that brings the dead back to life cannot make blood and flesh appear on a dead body that has been lying for five hundred years. But at this time, Dark Cloud is like a desperate madman, refusing to accept this fact at all.
Demonic Qi could not be absorbed by the white bones and could only escape around, forming a layer of bloody mist. Wu Yun's face turned gray visibly to the naked eye, and blood overflowed from the corners of his lips, hitting Cang Yu's skull drop by drop.
The surrounding caves were still shaking violently.
Lin Qingyang couldn't stand it anymore and stepped forward to interrupt him, "He has been dead for five hundred years, it's useless!"
The hand that Wu Yun was transporting Demonic Qi froze. He slowly raised his eyes to look at Lin Qingyang, his eyes so red that they were bleeding. Only at this moment, looking at the people in front of him, did he seem to truly realize that five hundred years had really passed.
"Five hundred years..." Wu Yun murmured, and suddenly laughed in a low voice, laughing and bursting into tears, "Five hundred years have actually passed..."
Lin Qingyang looked at him and couldn't help but have red eyes.
There was another violent earthquake above the head, and huge rocks fell down. Cang Mo pulled Lin Qingyang into his arms and raised his hand to smash the falling rocks.
"This place is about to collapse! Get up first!" Jin Buhuan shouted.
Lin Qingyang turned to look at Wu Yun, and took a step forward to pull him away. Unexpectedly, Wu Yun suddenly burst out with a very strong Demonic Qi, knocking him away, and was supported by Cang Mo.
Immediately afterwards, a soft halo of light spread around the dark clouds, spreading out like starlight, gently wrapping the huge skeleton. He turned his head, looked at Lin Qingyang calmly, and then slowly opened his mouth.
A dark red demon pill emerged from his mouth and hovered in the air.
Without the support of the demon pill, Wu Yun's body became almost transparent. He looked at Lin Qingyang and said in a very soft voice, "I know what you want. Take it, I don't need it."
The dark red demon elixir slowly circulated in the air, and then the red gradually faded away, and the layers of petals bloomed, finally turning into a crystal clear lotus.
"It's Nirvana Lotus!" Ku Rong said excitedly.
But Lin Qingyang looked at the lotus and couldn't be happy at all.
In a halo of light, the dark cloud gently leaned its head against the huge wolf-headed skull.
"You've been waiting for a long time." Wu Yun murmured softly, as if he was afraid of waking him up, "I'm here to find you. Let's go back to the cave of Ten Thousand Demons Forest, and you can catch rabbits for me again, okay?"
As the words fell, countless red vines gradually spread from Wu Yun's body, gently wrapping around the white bones inch by inch. The bright red robe gradually faded in color, turning into deep black, and then turned into black feathers flying all over the ground.
Lin Qingyang Looking at the extremely familiar red vines and black feathers, something suddenly flashed in his mind, and he looked stunned for a moment.
"Wait!" Lin Qingyang's voice trembled, staring at the dissipating dark clouds, "Do you have any other names?!"
Wu Yun's figure was so pale that he could hardly see clearly. He took one last look at Lin Qingyang and said calmly, "He named Wu Yun for me. My real name is, Bi Yue."
After saying that, the figure of the dark cloud completely turned into black feathers all over the sky, dissipating with the wind.
Lin Qingyang stood dumbly in the rubble, the rumbling sound of the cave collapse in his ears seemed to be drained away in an instant.
Nirvana Lotus hangs quietly in the air, emitting a warm light.
But Lin Qingyang stared at the lotus, and his breathing became more and more rapid.
If the person in front of me is the real Bi Yue, if he has been lying in this dark underground for these five hundred years and has not died at all...
Then who was the Bi Yue who transformed into Soul Fiend and died under his own sword?!