Then, he clenched his five fingers, and the black holy light seeped in along the gaps of the Bagua runes on the ground. "Crack, click", tiny cracking sounds sounded one after another, and the golden runes began to crack from the edges, like smashed glass. The glass shattered piece by piece along the lines. The ground cracked like a spider web, and the accumulated dust was blown up by the air waves. The entire Eight Trigrams Soul-Suppressing Formation didn't even hold up for ten seconds, and it directly shattered into pieces.
"That's all you have?" Lucifer took a step forward, and huge pressure spread along his steps, like a mountain pressing on Bai Haorui's chest, "I thought you could be so special."
The coercion made Bai Haorui's chest feel tight, his breathing became stagnant, and True Gang's operation became somewhat sluggish.
But instead of taking a step back, he took a half step forward, clenching his teeth. He bit the tip of his tongue violently, and sprayed a mouthful of blood on the mahogany sword. With a "pop" sound, the blood mist fell on the sword, and was instantly ignited by True Fire.
"Three altars gather fire and the Gang sword destroys evil!"
Bai Haorui let out a low drink, and True Gang's whole body started to move without reservation, and all Peak of Refining Qi into Gang's strength exploded.
The Lotus Seal between the eyebrows was so bright that the purple-gold light spread from the center of the eyebrows to the whole body. The flames of the mahogany sword suddenly surged, the sword nearly doubled in length, and the golden-red fire illuminated half of the factory building.
He took the initiative and rushed forward.
The first step is to step forward with your left foot, lean forward, and stab Lucifer directly in the heart with the peach wood sword. With a sharp roar, the sword goes straight to the core of the opponent's origin.
Lucifer raised his hand, and a black holy light shield formed in his palm. There was a crisp "clang" sound, like metal colliding, and the sword pierced the shield, forcing a dent.
Lucifer took a small step back uncontrollably, feeling a burning pain in his palm. Three Altars True Fire's strength penetrated through the shield, causing his body to ache.
Before he could recover, Bai Haorui flipped his wrist, and the sword blade slid down along the shield, stabbing instead of cutting, and the sword edge cut diagonally towards Lucifer's wrist holding the shield.
At the same time, he held a piece of Three-Five Evil-Slaying Talisman between the two fingers of his left hand. With a flick of his fingertips, the talisman paper ignited with golden fire and went straight to the center of Lucifer's eyebrows.
Lucifer flipped his wrist violently to avoid the edge of the sword, stretched out two fingers of his other hand, and accurately caught the flying talisman. The talisman burned between his fingers, and black smoke came out, but the strength of Chunyang still burned his fingertips to numbness, and his fingertips turned slightly black.
In this half-second gap, Bai Haorui was already approaching.
He bent his left leg and pushed it against Lucifer's waist. At the same time, he retracted his mahogany sword and lifted it from bottom to top, with the blade going straight towards the opponent's chin.
Every move is a close-quarters fighting style, completely ignoring the flaws around you and only focusing on the opponent's vital points.
Lucifer turned sideways to avoid the knee collision, raised his hand to block the sword edge, and the two of them executed dozens of moves in an instant.
Bai Haorui's sword strikes were fast and fierce, with every sword strike carrying a deadly ferocity. Three Altars True Fire's body would be burned and painful if it touched it.
Lucifer was fine at first, but gradually he was forced to frown by this desperate attack - he could feel that a small piece of damage had been burned to his origin by True Fire. Although it was not heavy, it was like a thorn stuck there.
He ran out of patience.
"That's enough."
Lucifer snorted coldly and stopped blocking and dodging. His right hand condensed a black holy light that was so rich that it was almost substantial. He faced the edge of the peach wood sword and struck it hard.
"Bang--!"
There was a loud noise, and air waves exploded in all directions like thunder. Parts and scrap metal all over the floor were blown away. The surrounding iron frames buzzed and dust accumulated all over the sky.
Huge force surged wildly along the mahogany sword. Bai Haorui only felt his arm Bones make a "click" sound, the tiger's mouth instantly cracked, and blood flowed down the handle of the sword. He couldn't hold the sword, and his whole body flew out like a kite with a broken string, and hit the cement wall behind him heavily. With a muffled "thud", his whole body was embedded in half, and the gravel fell down.
The mahogany sword was broken into two pieces in the middle, the fractures were uneven, and the Three-Five Evil-Slaying Talisman text on it was so dim that it was almost invisible, and it fell to the ground with a bang.
Bai Haorui His throat sweetened, and a large mouthful of blood spurted out. The chest of the black jacket was instantly soaked with blood, and it was dazzlingly red. He propped up his arms and tried to get up, but his arms softened and he fell back heavily. His whole body Bones hurt as if it was broken, his dantian was empty, and True Gang was completely exhausted.
Lucifer walked over slowly, his leather shoes making a squeaking sound when he stepped on the gravel. He stopped in front of Bai Haorui, raised his foot, and the sole of his shoe crushed the back of Bai Haorui's hand that was on the ground, and slowly crushed it down with force.
The texture of the sole pressed against the back of the hand, Bones made a small squeaking sound, and the heartbreaking pain went down the arm and into the brain. Bai Haorui's forehead was instantly covered with cold sweat, the hair on his temples was wet, and his lips were bitten so hard that blood oozed, but he did not say a word.
He raised his eyes and stared at Lucifer, his eyes full of anger, like a wounded wolf.
"I said, you can't make any trouble." Lucifer's voice was slow and filled with cruel joy.
Bai Haorui gritted his teeth and squeezed out his voice from between his teeth. "Lucifer... don't be proud...Sam will not lose to you..."
"Losed to me?" Lucifer smiled, heartily, but his eyes were completely cold, "Do you think I don't know about your little calculations? Horsemen's Rings? Pretending to surrender? Sam's little thoughts are as transparent as a piece of white paper in my eyes."
He knelt down, stretched out his hand and patted Bai Haorui's face. The force was not heavy, but it was full of humiliation.
"I'm keeping you alive just to let you see with your own eyes - to see Sam willingly becoming my container, to see that your so-called 'free will' is nothing in front of me."
After speaking, he straightened up and patted the ashes on his hands. Black smoke emerged from his feet, wrapped around his figure, and disappeared into the factory in the blink of an eye, leaving only a strong smell of sulfur in the room.
Bai Haorui was paralyzed in the recessed wall. His whole body ached and he couldn't even move his fingers.
He looked at the moon outside the hole in the roof, and his eyesight turned black. His Dantian was empty, and his meridians felt a burning pain, as if he had been scratched by a knife.
He moved his fingers with great effort, took out a black elixir from his sleeve pocket, and stuffed it into his mouth while trembling. The elixir melted in his mouth, and a warm force slid down his throat, barely stabilizing the surging blood.
Can't fall here...Sam Still waiting...
He leaned against the wall, his consciousness gradually blurring, and the only sound left in his ears was the whining of the wind.
Dean When they found Bai Haorui, it was almost dawn.
The abandoned motel on the edge of Detroit, the walls were peeling off piece by piece, and the street lights in the yard had poor contact, flickering and shining shadows all over the ground.
Bai Haorui was sitting against the broken wall, covered in blood, and his face was as white as paper. The mahogany sword was placed by his legs, and five Five Emperor Coins were scattered around his feet, with a dim golden light.
"Haorui!"
Dean was the first to rush over, his steps were too fast, and his feet hurt from stepping on the gravel, so he didn't care.
He squatted down, his hands hanging in the air, wanting to touch but not daring to touch, as if he was afraid of breaking Bai Haorui, but his mouth was unforgiving, and the words jumped out like cannonballs. "Are you fucking crazy? Ah? You dare to rush up and challenge Lucifer alone? Do you think you are a copper head and an iron arm, or a God? You are going to die, right?"
As he cursed, his voice became hoarse. His eyes were extremely red, and he turned his face away to avoid being seen, but he still couldn't hold back his tears, and they fell on the dusty ground.
Sam squatted on the other side, looking at the blood soaked in Bai Haorui's chest, and his hands were shaking. Tears fell down all of a sudden, hitting Bai Haorui's sleeves, leaving a small wet mark. "Haorui... I'm sorry... it's all because of me... if it wasn't me..."
"Why are you crying?" Bai Haorui gasped, his voice as light as a feather.
He raised his hand to pat Sam's shoulder, but his arm lost strength halfway up and fell down. Sam quickly reached out to hold his hand, but his hand was as cold as ice.
Bai Haorui smiled, weakly, but his eyes were firm. "I'm fine... I can't die... At least I burned a small piece of his origin... it's not a loss..."
"What a waste!" Bobby squatted down and used his rough fingers to open Bai Haorui's collar to look at the injury. He frowned so hard that he could kill a fly.
He took out the golden sore medicine Bai Haorui had given him before from his bag, poured out a black pill, and stuffed it into Bai Haorui's mouth, "The internal injuries are so severe that the meridians have been shattered. If you had been half a day late, you would have left me here! You little bastard, you never let people worry!"
Castiel also walked over and stretched out his hand. Golden light of divine power emerged from his palm and covered the wound on Bai Haorui's chest.
The golden light was warm, and the bleeding on the surface slowly stopped, but Bai Haorui frowned even more tightly, and another layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
Castiel took back his hand, his blue eyes full of confusion and helplessness. "Your power system is incompatible with the angelic power. I can only stop the superficial bleeding. I cannot repair the damage to the meridians and the depletion of the soul inside. Forcibly inputting the power will worsen your injuries."
"It's okay." Bai Haorui waved his hand, took a few breaths, and softened his tone, "Don't mind me, let's get down to business... Lucifer knows about the ring... They know your plan."
Dean and Sam looked at each other, and their hearts sank at the same time, feeling cold to the core.
The room was silent for a few seconds, except for the flickering of the street lights outside.
"Then we have to go." Sam clenched his fists suddenly, his knuckles turned white, and his eyes were full of desperate ferocity, "So what if he knows? We have no other way. I released him, so I have to stuff him back."
"I'll go with you." Bai Haorui said, holding on to the broken wall and trying to stand up. His legs staggered as soon as he exerted his strength, and he fell back down heavily. The pain in his chest made him take a breath.
"Just stay patient!" Dean stretched out his hand to hold his shoulders, not with much force, but with an undeniable determination, "You can't even stand still now, and going will only cause trouble! Wait here, and we will come back to pick you up when we're done."
Bai Haorui didn't argue anymore, he lowered his head, his long eyelashes covering the light under his eyes. No one saw that he secretly made a secret with the fingertips of his left hand hidden in his sleeve.
That is a forbidden technique, Soul-Burning Art recorded in "Three Altars Body-Refining True Fire Art" - using the soul as a guide, draining all the potential, and forcibly restoring 30% of the combat power in a short period of time. The cost is that the meridians will be cut off afterwards, and the cultivation will be regressed. If it is not done well, the soul will be damaged, and it will be difficult to make further progress.
Bai Haorui The purple light on the fingertips flashed away, as fast as an illusion.
Retrograde in cultivation is nothing. As long as I can protect them, I will pay any price.
He raised his eyes and looked at Dean, without saying anything about following him, he just nodded lightly. "Be careful."
Dean thought he heard it, breathed a sigh of relief, and patted his shoulder heavily. "Wait for us."
Nine o'clock in the morning, Detroit abandoned hotel in the city center.
This building has been abandoned for more than ten years, and the corridors are covered with thick dust, which creaks when stepped on, leaving a series of clear footprints.
Large areas of the yellowed wall peeled off, and black-green mold stains crawled on the corners. The air was damp, mixed with the smell of dust and rot, and was as cold as an ice cellar.
The brothers parked Impala two streets away and walked around it.
Dean walked in front, and Sam followed him. Both of them stepped softly, but in the dead silent corridor, the sound of footsteps was still very clear.
In the innermost room, the door was closed, and a bit of cool air came out from the crack in the door.
Dean took a deep breath, raised his hand and knocked on the door. He held on with his usual teasing tone, not loud, but enough for the people inside to hear. "Hey, buddy, room service! Send some devil's specialties to your door, sign for it!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the door creaked and opened by itself.
A cold wind blew in our face, carrying a strong smell of sulfur, making people shiver with cold.