The three of them ran all the way towards the back mountain.
The night was thick, surrounded by dark mountains and forests, with only the howling mountain wind blowing in my ears.
Several people walked down the rugged mountain road. Yun Zhan held the sword and walked silently at the front to clear the way.
"You sects..." Su Ruohuan gasped and gritted her teeth, "If you have to build on such a high mountain, you will have to break your legs to escape!"
"How far is it?" Lin Qingyang held on to a thick tree trunk, barely able to steady himself. The teleportation array in Divine Sword Mountain must now be heavily guarded. They could only escape from the mountain guarding formation on foot and go to the town below the mountain to find the teleportation array and leave.
Yun Zhan didn't look back, and his voice remained calm. "We'll be there after climbing two more mountains."
Lin Qingyang and Su Ruohuan: "..."
Lin Qingyang raised his eyes and looked at the gloomy night sky. The worries in his heart became more and more intense. He gritted his teeth and held up his heavy body. "You have to leave quickly, they will catch up at any time!"
Before he finished speaking, a cold and violent wind suddenly blew around him.
Yun Zhan's eyes flashed, and he suddenly stopped, holding the sword in his hand across his chest.
In the dark forest, a fierce sword energy tore through the night and rushed straight towards the door of several people. Yun Zhan flipped his wrist, the sword edge met, and with a crisp "dang" sound, the sword energy flew away.
The dark clouds in the mid-air seemed to be pulled by something, and quickly turned into a dense mass of black gas.
The wind stopped. Jiuchen, covered in golden light, slowly stepped out of the black air like a leisurely stroll, hovering in mid-air, looking down condescendingly, his eyes passed over Yun Zhan and Su Ruohuan, and landed accurately on Lin Qingyang.
"Why bother?" Jiuchen's voice was empty and pitiful, but filled with a chilling coldness. "If you have to do these desperate struggles, you will lose two more lives for nothing."
Yun Zhan's expression was stern, and his long sword was blocking the front. Su Ruohuan looked at Jiuchen in mid-air, her body instinctively trembled slightly with fear, but when she thought of her father's tragic death, the fear in her eyes instantly turned into hatred.
Lin Qingyang leaned against the tree trunk and secretly tried to mobilize Spiritual Power, but his meridians were still like a pool of stagnant water. Looking at Yun Zhan and Su Ruohuan standing in front of him, he felt anxious.
Jiuchen looked at Lin Qingyang's pale face, with a sarcastic smile on his lips, "Why, Spiritual Power can't use it? Maybe, this is God's will."
Lin Qingyang stared at him, a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes, but did not answer.
Jiuchen chuckled, with a hint of joking on his flawless face. "It's a pity, I wanted to keep you alive until tomorrow."
"Old monster, go to hell!"
Su Ruohuan, who was dazzled by hatred, could no longer hold back. She yelled angrily and swung out the sword in her hand. Several sharp wind blades picked up the fallen leaves on the ground and whizzed towards Jiuchen.
However, before those wind blades could get close, they seemed to have hit an invisible wall and quietly dissipated into the air, without even lifting a corner of Jiuchen's clothes.
Jiuchen glanced at Su Ruohuan lightly. "Since you are so eager to seek death, I will send you to accompany your father first."
After saying that, the shadow of Nine Heavens Sword flashed in his hand, and a bright golden sword light struck down like a mountain bearing down on top.
Yun Zhan, with quick eyes and quick hands, pulled Su Ruohuan away. The sword light grazed the sides of the two of them and struck the ground. With a loud "boom", the hard rock was split into a bottomless ravine. The surging sword energy directly shocked Yun Zhan, causing him to groan, and bloodshot eyes flowed from the corner of his mouth. Lin Qingyang was also knocked back several steps by this wave of energy, and hit the tree trunk hard.
Lin Qingyang covered his chest and looked at the two people in front of him who were struggling to support each other. He was so anxious that he felt anxious. Since they were the male and female protagonists of the original book, they should have the aura of being the protagonists who turn danger into good fortune, right? Where's the aura!
Jiuchen looked at the three people below with disdain and snorted, "You are not overestimating your capabilities."
Slowly raised the Nine Heavens Sword in his hand, preparing to deliver a fatal blow.
At this critical moment, a dazzling purple light suddenly tore open in the night sky.
"Boom--!"
A thick thunder struck straight down, hitting Jiuchen's head accurately, causing his whole body to shine with electricity, and black energy faintly emerged from his body.
Lin Qingyang was stunned for a moment, and then saw a familiar figure descending from the sky.
Mo Yan held Thunderclap Mace in front of several people, and swung the weapon in his hand. Several dense lightning bolts instantly fell around Jiuchen, exploding in a crackling manner, and the dazzling lightning almost engulfed Jiuchen's entire body.
"Mo Yan!" Lin Qingyang looked happy.
Before he could ask any more questions, a golden halo suddenly lit up under his feet. A golden transparent blister instantly covered him, and Yun Zhan and Su Ruohuan next to him were also wrapped in the same blister. Then, a huge pulling force pulled them back quickly.
Lin Qingyang looked back and saw Jin Buhuan standing not far behind, holding a staff to control the bubbles, and above his head, a glowing "Ten-Thousand-Li Tianyan Array" was rotating rapidly.
The moment several people were pulled into the range of Array by the water bubbles, Mo Yan also turned into a bolt of lightning and retreated into the formation.
"Let's go!" Jin Buhuan shouted.
Array shines brightly, and the dazzling white light instantly engulfs everyone's sight, and the sound of wind and thunder in their ears disappears.
When the white light in front of his eyes dissipated, with the sound of heavy objects falling, Lin Qingyang fell to a wooden floor. Fortunately, he was pulled by Mo Yan, so he didn't fall too hard. When he raised his head, he faced a pale face with no pupils.
"F*ck!" Lin Qingyang was startled and shrank back suddenly, only to realize that it was an extremely lifelike wooden head.
Su Ruohuan next to her screamed because she was sitting among a pile of scattered wooden arms and legs. A wooden hand with finely carved joints was grabbing her ankle. Su Ruohuan was so frightened that she kicked her over.
Lin Qingyang looked around. The dark room was filled with a strong smell of tung oil and some kind of strange cold fragrance. The surrounding walls were covered with dense drawings, and the ground was littered with scattered gears, fragments of spirit stones, and various weird puppet limbs.
"Don't step on my brother's hand!"
A gloomy voice came from deep in the room.
Everyone looked around and saw a man coming out from behind the messy workbench. His hair was disheveled and messy like a bird's nest. There were heavy dark circles under his eyes, like a wandering soul that had been drained of yang energy. His expression was gloomy and he was holding a carving knife in his hand. He was none other than Li Tian.