Jiuchen was suspended in mid-air, frowning and staring at the resurrected Lin Qingyang in front of him.
Lin Qingyang patted Cang Mo's back gently to comfort him, then straightened up and turned to look at Jiuchen in mid-air.
The moment they met his eyes, Lin Qingyang's originally gentle eyes turned cold. Without any nonsense, his figure quickly disappeared on the spot, leaving only a gust of wind carrying rubble swaying among the ruins.
"Bang--!"
The dull sound of metal impact exploded in mid-air. Lin Qingyang appeared above Jiuchen without warning, and Windflower Sword brought the devastating Spiritual Power down with it.
Jiuchen raised Nine Heavens Sword to block the blow, and his body was shocked and slid back several feet.
"So what if you're alive?" Jiuchen steadied himself, with a sneer expression, but a sinister look in his eyes, "You can't kill me, and you can't change the outcome of everyone having to die."
Lin Qingyang glanced at him coldly, flipped his wrist, and sent out another sharp sword light with his backhand.
Jiuchen sneered coldly, Nine Heavens Sword was in full glory, and instead of retreating, he advanced forward, facing Lin Qingyang's sword edge and stabbing at him. "Want to use Nine Skies Sect's moves to defeat me?"
The sharp golden sword energy seemed to tear the air apart, and Lin Qingyang seemed unable to dodge it, so he could only hold Windflower Sword across his chest.
"Zheng--"
The tip of Nine Heavens Sword's sword was firmly pressed against the sword of Windflower Sword, and the two huge sword energies intertwined and bitten in mid-air, creating a stalemate.
Lin Qingyang looked at Jiuchen who was so close, and his usual calm smile suddenly appeared on his face, "The Spiritual Power you are using now should still be the Spiritual Power you used to have, right?"
Jiuchen frowned slightly. This seemingly nonsense question made him instinctively have a bad feeling.
The next moment, Lin Qingyang's free left hand slowly raised, with Spiritual Power condensed on his fingertips, he lightly pressed Nine Heavens Sword against his own sword, as if brushing away a speck of dust, he flicked the sword lightly with his fingers.
"Ding--"
There was a soft sound that was extremely clear.
The sound was not loud, but it instantly drowned out all the whistling and roaring on the battlefield, and the lingering sound lingered to every corner of Tianshui City.
Jiuchen Before he could react to this strange move, his expression suddenly changed in the next second.
He was horrified to feel that the huge Spiritual Power he poured out along the Nine Heavens Sword actually found some strange resonance in this soft sound, and that force bounced back exponentially along the sword body of Nine Heavens Sword!
Jiuchen's whole body was shaken, and then he flew backwards uncontrollably. The mighty Nine Heavens Sword came out of his hand and fell into the rubble below with a clang.
Jiuchen hovered awkwardly in mid-air, glanced blankly at the sword on the ground, and then looked at Lin Qingyang in disbelief. "What kind of move is this?"
Lin Qingyang looked at him and said calmly, "I just created it myself. It has no name."
Jiuchen was stunned for a moment, then suddenly raised his head and let out a burst of hysterical laughter.
As he laughed, a deep gap opened between his eyebrows, and black Demonic Qi overflowed from the gap, much like the dilapidated statue that was trampled to pieces before.
"Lin Qingyang, you have seen the way of heaven, haven't you?" Jiuchen stared into Lin Qingyang's eyes, and his voice became as hoarse as before, "Tell me, what is that thing?"
Lin Qingyang Looking at the gradually collapsing and controlled monster in front of him, an inexplicable sadness suddenly surged in his heart. At that moment, he couldn't even hate it anymore.
"Yes..." Lin Qingyang sighed softly and murmured, "A little girl."
Jiuchen was stunned, looked at Lin Qingyang, and suddenly laughed again after a while.
"Hahahaha... little girl..." Jiuchen smiled, with black slits opening at the corners of his eyes, as if black tears were flowing out.
His Jiuchen skin began to break apart, and the overflowing black mist quickly became lighter and seemed to be dispersed by the wind at any time.
Below, Cang Mo sat exhausted on the ground, looking up at Lin Qingyang. Seeing that Jiuchen was about to die, his tense nerves finally relaxed a little.
At this moment, several scarlet vines suddenly shot out from the rubble beside him, piercing into his limbs and back!
Cang Mo groaned and his body twitched violently. The red vines were frantically squeezing out the remaining Demonic Power in his body.
"A-Qi!"
Lin Qingyang's expression changed, and he instantly rushed in front of Cang Mo. Windflower Sword waved out an afterimage, cutting off all the red vines.
But it was still a step too late. The extracted Demonic Power followed the incomplete vines and poured directly into the body of Jiuchen, which was about to dissipate in mid-air. The black Demonic Qi, which had already faded, began to tumble thickly again.
Only half of Jiuchen's face was vaguely visible, and the intact eye showed the madness of dying together. He looked at Lin Qingyang and let out a breathless laugh, "Lin Qingyang, after all, I won."
After saying that, he turned into a pitch-black mass of Demonic Qi and rushed straight towards the bloody formation above his head.
Demonic Qi blends into the sky-filled formations without any hindrance.
The huge Ten Thousand Methods Returning Ruins Formation seemed to have stopped for half a breath. Then, the red light flashed violently, and the dazzling blood replaced the sky light. Array began to circulate crazily, and countless red vortexes formed in the mid-air, like greedy giant eyes.
"Oh no, the formation is activated!" Li Tian hissed.
Before he finished speaking, a terrifying suction force fell from the sky, and the rubble on the ruins began to float upwards like weightlessness. Everyone felt that the Spiritual Power and Demonic Qi in their bodies broke out of their bodies uncontrollably, turning into strands of light, and being forcibly drawn into the vortex in the air.
Lin Qingyang hugged Cang Mo tightly in his arms, covered his body with Spiritual Power to resist the suction, raised his head and asked loudly, "Is there any way to stop?!"
Li Tian shook his head in despair, because Spiritual Power was lost too fast, and he was already unsteady and fell to the ground. "It can't be stopped... Once Array is started, it will suck everyone here dry..."
Jin Buhuan's fingers on the side were trembling, and finally he could no longer hold the staff, and it fell to the ground with a clang.
As he cut off Spiritual Power, the pearl that had been kept in his pocket rolled out, and the illusion maintained by Spiritual Power could no longer be sustained. There was a crisp "click" sound, and a gap opened on the surface of the pearl, and then it completely shattered.
In the sky, a burst of fine frost and snow floated out of thin air.
The frost and snow quickly gathered in mid-air and turned into the figure of Xue Lanyuan, with light blue eyes filled with confusion as if they had just escaped from the illusion. Jiuchen was dead, and Soul-Seizing Technique's control was naturally released. She looked down at the people struggling painfully in the red light, then raised her head and looked at the overwhelming red formation.
Her figure moved slightly, then turned into a stream of ice blue light, flying straight towards the vortex in the center of Array.
"Xue Lanyuan!" Lin Qingyang shouted.
But her speed was too fast, and she was submerged into Array in an instant, turning into a faint blue light point.
Then, with the blue light spot as the center, ice-blue frost and snow began to spread crazily on the bloody formation. But in the blink of an eye, the originally crazy and arrogant formation was completely frozen by the thick layer of ice.
The entire formation turned into a huge ice mirror, hanging in the sky above Tianshui City. The suction disappeared, and the pain of having its power withdrawn stopped.
"She froze the formation." Li Tian said in disbelief.
"What about her?" Mo Yan asked anxiously.
Everyone looked up at this strange and spectacular sight. Then, the huge ice mirror made a series of crisp cracking sounds.
"Wow--"
The frozen formation suddenly shattered into pieces and turned into a blanket of heavy snow, falling in thick sheets.
Everyone was bathing in the flying snow, but Xue Lanyuan was the only one missing.
Jin Buhuan's eyes were slightly red. "Her cultivation was gone, and she... disappeared along with the formation."
Lin Qingyang stretched out his hand, caught a piece of crystal snowflake, and watched it slowly melting in the palm of his hand, with a dazed look on his face. Cang Mo beside him stood up straight, put his chin on his shoulder from behind, tightened his arms, and comforted him silently.
This catastrophe that almost destroyed the world finally came to an end with this quiet heavy snow.
In the ruins, the Human Clan monks and Demon Clan soldiers who had survived the disaster looked at each other, and neither of them raised their weapons. Some were lying on the ground without strength, while others were covering their faces and crying and laughing.
But the few people standing in the center were silent for a long time.
"Look, what is that?" Su Ruohuan suddenly pointed in the air and exclaimed.
Everyone looked up and saw that in the night sky, countless ice-blue snowflakes that were about to melt did not fall into the soil, but strangely flowed upstream and re-condensed in mid-air.
As the blue light circulated, a familiar figure slowly emerged.
Shouts of surprise erupted from the crowd.
But Lin Qingyang soon discovered that the reappeared Xue Lanyuan was different from before.
Wearing a light and flowing blue dress, the original strange Demon Mark Otherworldly Demon on her face disappeared, restoring her original elegant and refined face. Her eyes were as clear as water, and her whole body exuded a light, awe-inspiring holy shimmer.
Xue Lanyuan hovered quietly in the air, lowered her eyes, and glanced peacefully at the living beings below. Finally, her eyes fell in the direction of Lin Qingyang and the others, and she showed a very shallow and gentle smile.
"She seems... okay!" Lin Qingyang said happily.
Before he finished speaking, he saw the figure of Xue Lanyuan begin to float slowly towards the very high sky with the light.
"Where is she going?" Lin Qingyang was stunned.
Cang Mo also frowned, but he immediately noticed something and looked down at his arm. The snowflakes that fell on the wound did not bring chills, but turned into traces of warm spiritual energy. The wound was healing rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye. Not only him, but all the injured people around him were quickly restored to life under the baptism of this snow.
Jin Buhuan opened his mouth wide and looked at the blue light that was getting higher and higher with shock. It took him a long time to find his voice and stammered, "She... she... she has ascended!"
Everyone raised their heads and looked at the figure of Xue Lanyuan in shock. This was a true ascension!
I don't know who put down the weapon first, and then, one after another in the crowd, people fell to their knees and kowtowed devoutly towards the holy blue light.
As Xue Lanyuan continued to rise into the sky, the gloomy dark clouds that had shrouded Tianshui City for a long time were finally completely lifted away.
The first ray of sunlight at dawn penetrated the clouds and poured down diagonally, illuminating the devastated ruins and also illuminating the swirling and extremely gentle snow.
The long night is over and the sky is bright.