Tianshui City The sky has become as dark as night, with only the huge Ten Thousand Methods Returning Ruins Formation above the head spinning continuously. The scarlet light of the formation is like a huge net dripping blood, covering the ruins below and illuminating the despair on everyone's face.
"Lin Qingyang... He..." Mo Yan's usually cold face showed confusion and panic, as if he hadn't yet realized what had just happened.
Li Tian was holding the box with the wooden hand, his expression was so calm that he was almost dead, and he said slowly, "He was swallowed by the Return to the Ruin Formation... he will not survive."
The wind carried a strong smell of blood and blew through the dead city. Mo Yan's eyes turned red, his lips trembled and he couldn't speak for a long time. Feng Yi burst into tears, and next to him burst into tears. Feng Shu turned pale and knelt down slumped. Su Ruohuan covered her mouth tightly, tears falling uncontrollably. And Yun Zhan knelt beside Jian Hong's remains, the fingers holding the sword trembling from excessive exertion.
Langya and all the Demon Clan were speechless. They all looked worriedly at Cang Mo who fell in the ruins. Cang Mo was lying on the ground with blood stains all over his body. Amber's eyes were staring at the red formation in the sky, but there was no expression on his face.
Despair spread among the ruins along with faint cries. Among the dense crowd, some looked at the sky in panic, some clutched the gravel on the ground unwillingly, and more people just sat slumped on the ground, numbly waiting for the annihilation that would announce the end of everything.
Jiuchen was suspended under the large formation, with a pitiful and cold look on his face. Looking at Lin Qingyang who had disappeared from the formation, his expression paused slightly, as if he was remembering a long-ago memory.
But soon, he twitched the corners of his lips and let out a light sneer, "It's unnecessary."
His eyes fell on Cang Mo lying in a piece of rubble. The black robe around him was soaked with blood. Amber's eyes were staring directly at the red light above his head that swallowed up Lin Qingyang. There was no expression on his face, like an empty shell with his soul taken away.
The red vines behind Jiuchen spread silently, wrapped around Cang Mo's wrists and ankles like poisonous snakes, and suddenly pulled his whole body into the air.
Jiuchen looked at Demon King who was hanging in the air without any resistance, and said in a gentle voice, "Don't be sad, I will send you to accompany him right away!"
The vines suddenly tightened, and the bones made an overwhelming sound.
At this moment, Cang Mo's lifeless eyes rolled.
He raised his head suddenly, and fierce blood exploded in his Amber pupils. He ignored the vines wrapped around his hands and feet, and instead dug his sharp claws into the deep hole in his chest!
The hot blood from his heart was dug out from his fingertips, mixed with the rampaging Demonic Qi, and transformed into several extremely sharp blood blades, which strangled Jiuchen close to his face.
Jiuchen didn't expect that he would still resist. He frowned and swung his sword, and the golden sword energy spread out in the air, blocking most of the bloody blade. But a streak of blood grazed his cheek, leaving a curling wound. The edge of the wound was filled with rich death energy, making that upright and flawless face look particularly strange.
Cang Mo was blown away by the sword energy and slammed back to the ground, smashing the already broken Bluestone Slabs into a deep pit.
Before the smoke and dust dissipated, there was slight movement from the bottom of the pit.
Cang Mo was leaning on the ground, and his knuckles were bruised and bruised on the rough stone due to the force. He stood up unsteadily, and pulled out the Howling Moon Saber stuck to the side with his hands covered in mud and blood. Like a lone wolf who was forced into a desperate situation and whose teeth were almost broken, he stared at Jiuchen in mid-air.
His eyes were paranoid, stern, and filled with an incomprehensible madness.
Jiuchen did not touch the injury on his face. In his eyes, the world and himself were about to fade into nothingness, and this appearance was meaningless.
He looked down at Cang Mo, a little impatient with his dying struggle. "Lin Qingyang is already dead, why are you still struggling?"
But Cang Mo didn't seem to hear what he was saying at all. He just held the handle of the knife tightly, breathing heavily in his throat. He forced himself to raise his breath again, kicked his legs violently to shatter the ground, and slashed down with Jiuchen's sword light!
Nine Heavens Sword easily opened the blade, and pierced Cang Mo's shoulder with his backhand sword. With this force, he was nailed back to the ground from mid-air.
"Bang--!"
The long sword sank into the soil, and Cang Mo was nailed to the ground, unable to move anymore. Blood poured out from the corners of his mouth, soaking into the soil beneath him.
After the smoke and dust dispersed, Jiuchen pulled out Nine Heavens Sword and looked at the dying Cang Mo lying at his feet. "Don't waste time."
As he spoke, he looked around with faces that were either angry or desperate. Jiuchen's eyes suddenly calmed down, and with the sadness and exhaustion of thousands of sails, he murmured, "It's time to end."
Cang Mo didn't look at him. His blood-stained cheek was pressed against the cold gravel. His gaze crossed the hem of Jiuchen's clothes and was fixed on the tumbling red formation in the sky.
At this moment when everyone thought everything was settled.
The center of the almost solidified bloody sky suddenly lit up with a glimmer of light without warning.
At first, it was just an extremely weak point of white, like a firefly in the dark night. But then, the dark clouds in the sky were stirred by a strong wind that appeared out of thin air, forming a huge vortex. Even the arrogant Ten Thousand Methods Returning to Ruin Formation began to twist slightly under the impact of this breath.
Jiuchen raised his head suddenly, his eyes finally changed.
I saw a clear white light like a sharp blade at dawn, swooping down from Array Eye. There was no violence in the light, but it contained a suffocating amount of pure Spiritual Power. A familiar sword shadow tore through the dull air and rushed straight to Jiuchen's face!
Jiuchen pulled out Nine Heavens Sword and blocked hastily.
With a sharp cry of "Zheng--", the two sword energies collided with each other. The swaying wind was like a sharp blade, instantly grinding the surrounding ruins into powder.
The violent wind gradually subsided and the white light dispersed.
In mid-air, a person was holding Windflower Sword in his hand, his clothes were flying in the wind, and there was a layer of gleaming light flowing all over his body. Even his usually casual face was filled with a kind of calmness that had experienced life and death.
The ruins were silent for a moment, and then erupted into disbelieving exclamations.
"Lin Qingyang!" Mo Yan stood up suddenly, and Thunderclap Mace stood up with support.
"Master--!" Feng Yi shouted in disbelief. Feng Shu and Su Ruohuan next to them were even more dumbfounded.
"He's not dead! That's Elder Lin!"
The crowd that had been sitting back and waiting for death suddenly started making noises, breaking the desperate silence.
Jiuchen stared at the person floating in front, a trace of shock and astonishment flashed in his eyes. There was no way the Wanfa Ruixu Formation would leave anyone alive, but the person in front of him not only came back alive, but Spiritual Power was also very full of energy.
Lin Qingyang lowered his gaze and landed on the figure lying in a pool of blood below.
Cang Mo was struggling to get up from the ruins and stumbled forward two steps. His knees weakened and he was about to fall forward again.
A breeze passed by, and Lin Qingyang's figure instantly fell in front of him. Holding his body, Cang Mo knelt on the ground and fell into Lin Qingyang's arms. His hands tightly wrapped around Lin Qingyang's waist, and his face was buried in his abdomen. His whole body was trembling, like a beast that had been bitten outside and finally found its lair.
Lin Qingyang bent down slightly and stroked his blood-stained silver hair soothingly.
"A-Qi." Lin Qingyang lowered his head, resting his chin on his messy hair, and said in a very soft voice, "I'm back."
Cang Mo raised his head with red eyes and stared fixedly at Lin Qingyang until he confirmed that this person was really standing in front of him again. Cang Mo's Adam's apple slid violently and buried his head in Lin Qingyang's arms again, letting out an extremely suppressed and dull whimper.
He was back. He didn't lie to himself. Before he flew into the formation and disappeared, the last two words Lin Qingyang said to him were:
"Wait for me."