txolops Chapter 239 Xuanjizi Appears!
Chapter 239 Xuanjizi Appears!
Dry Corpse Valley returned to its deathly silence.
The dust settled slowly, the broken bones were smoothed by the remaining yin wind, and the entire valley was no longer disturbed by the corpse demons.
The blood coffin sat securely in the center of the altar, its crimson body gleaming warmly. The sealing patterns were firmly locked, completely suppressing the raging power of the blood corpse within, with no trace of leakage.
The crisis was temporarily averted, but Lin Yuan and An Xin dared not relax their vigilance in the slightest.
They knew very well that this brief peace was just the calm before the storm.
There is no possibility of resolving the feud between them and Xuanjizi. This person has been thoroughly enraged and will surely pursue them relentlessly, leaving them with very little time to rest.
The two immediately decided to stay in the Dry Corpse Valley, conserve their strength, and wait for the final powerful enemy to come.
A whole day and night passed quietly.
The Valley of Dry Corpses was eerily quiet for a day and a night.
The lingering roars of corpses, the eerie winds, and the ghostly howls of the past have all vanished. The entire valley is like a desolate wasteland, with only the thick, cold yin energy slowly circulating, nourishing the earth and silently accumulating an impending earth-shattering battle.
Lin Yuan and An Xin took turns on guard, never letting their guard down for a moment.
Lin Yuan sat cross-legged on the carriage, motionless, seemingly casual, but his combat power remained at its absolute peak.
Anxin kept a tight grip on the sniper rifle throughout, constantly honing her skills and counting the bullets for the Breath of Destruction. At the same time, she controlled the zombie horde to set up layers of defense around the blood coffin and altar, eliminating any slight oversight.
The two were on edge, their eyes fixed on the entrance to the valley, waiting silently.
Until late the next night, the whole world suddenly went dark.
The originally dark night sky was instantly shrouded in boundless inky clouds, obscuring the stars and moon and plunging the sky into darkness.
An extremely cold and violent pressure, like the collapse of the heavens, crashed down from the sky and instantly enveloped the entire Dry Corpse Valley.
A fierce wind howled, and a chilling wind whipped up black sand, causing the dark rock walls on both sides of the valley to tremble violently. Countless pebbles fell off, and the withered bones on the ground were swept up by the wind, colliding and shattering wildly in the air, making a piercing crackling sound.
The originally gentle and flowing Yin energy was instantly torn apart and seized by this terrifying pressure, becoming violent and ferocious, like countless evil spirits howling and roaring in the wind.
coming!
Lin Yuan and An Xin looked up at the same time, their minds suddenly focused, their muscles tensed instantly, and all their strength was ready to be unleashed.
The next second, a huge crack suddenly appeared in the clouds high in the sky.
A strange bird with a wingspan of over ten feet and an entirely black body burst out of the wall. Its sharp claws were like cold iron, and its flapping wings stirred up gusts of cold wind. With each flap of its wings, the yin energy in the world was pressed down even lower. It was the Black Feather Bird, the mount of Xuanjizi.
On the bird's back, a figure in a green robe stood with his hands behind his back. The robe was wide and fluttering, and the hem was rustling. Layers of dark clouds surrounded him, and within the clouds, countless tiny ghostly figures floated and roared, exuding a terrifying aura.
It was Xuanjizi.
At this moment, he had lost all trace of the aloofness and transcendence of a Taoist cultivator. His long black hair moved without wind, each strand standing upside down. His face was cold and ashen, and his eyes were bloodshot, churning with endless violence and killing intent. It was the endless killing intent that arose after his arrogance, accumulated over many years, was completely violated.
He held a black bronze mirror in his left hand. The mirror surface had a faint, eerie light. It was the Xuan Yin Mirror, which had been damaged and not yet fully repaired. The fine crack on the mirror was still clearly visible. It was the mark left by the backlash from Lin Yuan's divine lightning.
He lightly gripped a jet-black banner in his right hand. The skull runes on the banner shone brightly, and countless writhing spirits writhed around it. The mournful wails of ghosts echoed throughout the heavens and earth. This was his natal treasure, the Soul-Devouring Banner.
A person, a bird, a banner, and a mirror slowly swoop down from the sky.
With his arrival, the air in the entire Dry Corpse Valley froze completely, the violent yin wind suddenly stopped, and even the scattered stones and flying bones were suspended in mid-air. The extreme yin and evil pressure locked the entire valley, making people's breathing difficult and their minds tremble.
At this moment, ordinary cultivators would probably have been so overwhelmed by the evil cultivator's pressure that they would have trembled in fear and knelt on the ground.
With a fold of its wings, the Ink Feather Bird hovered steadily in mid-air above the valley, looking down at Lin Yuan and An Xin at the bottom of the valley with a fierce gaze. Its sharp claws opened and closed, dripping highly corrosive black venom that instantly corroded the rocks on the ground, creating deep, black pits.
Xuanjizi stood on the bird's back, his gaze icy and piercing, and slowly raised the Xuan Yin Mirror in his hand.
The mirror shone brightly, and the original fine cracks were temporarily suppressed by the Yin energy. A clear light and shadow were reflected out, firmly reflecting the figures of Lin Yuan and An Xin at the bottom of the valley, revealing every detail and leaving them nowhere to hide.
He stared intently at the two young figures in the mirror, his crimson eyes blazing with murderous intent. His voice was hoarse and low, carrying a chilling, crushing power that echoed throughout the valley.
"It was you two wretched creatures who killed the dragon I had painstakingly raised for many years, and even murdered two of my disciples?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the yin winds in the world surged again, the Soul-Devouring Banner trembled violently, countless yin spirits roared madly, the temperature of the entire valley plummeted, and the icy chill penetrated to the bone marrow.
Faced with the overwhelming power and cold questioning of this evil cultivator, Lin Yuan's body was slightly crackling with lightning, and the dark patterns of dragon scales faintly appeared. His figure was as upright as a pine tree, and he did not retreat half a step. His eyes were calm and indifferent, without the slightest fear.
He slightly raised his eyes, looking directly at Xuanjizi high above, a hint of extreme disdain curling at the corner of his lips. His voice was clear, yet carried an unyielding pride, piercing through the swirling winds and ghostly howls as he calmly responded:
"We did it. We killed them, and that's it. They were just a vicious dragon and two good-for-nothing disciples who delivered themselves to our doorstep. They deserved to die."
He paused, then his aura suddenly surged, showing no fear of the other party's overwhelming killing intent. He confronted them head-on, each word ringing out: "Xuanjizi, let alone them, even if it were you, if you dared to come to my door, I would send you to your death."
"After cultivating for so long, today you've finally reached the end!"
"presumptuous!"
Xuanjizi roared angrily, his voice shaking the surrounding area. The clouds in the sky churned violently, and endless dark clouds surged wildly.
For a century, he has been the ruler of Xuanzhen Temple, dominating the region. He has always been the one who wantonly slaughters others and holds the lives of all living beings in his hands. No one has ever dared to defy him like this, let alone kill his disciples or destroy his hard work.
The two juniors before him, young and seemingly of mediocre cultivation, not only dared to defy his authority and kill his men, but now they were also making sarcastic remarks, each word hitting his sore spot.
An Xin stood beside Lin Yuan, raising his sniper rifle steadily, the muzzle pointing directly at Xuan Jizi in mid-air. His eyes were cold and murderous as he softly echoed, his tone firm: "There's no use in living a wicked cultivator like you who harms the world. Today, we've rid the people of a scourge."
The two sang in unison, their auras perfectly aligned, facing Xuanjizi's century-old menacing power head-on without yielding an inch.