Chapter 94. This smile froze Changming’s blood, making him shiver – Jinyu Translations
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Chunchi had always felt that the master of the Wanjian Immortal Clan was someone who viewed the game three turns ahead before making his first move.
Although Chunchi was not a part of the scheme on the Sacred Mountain Wan back then, he had also been watching it closely from the beginning.
Jiang Li had remained calm and collected throughout the whole event, even when Jiufang Changming had suddenly started to hinder them in the middle of setting up the Liuhe Zhutian Formation, which would eventually lead to Jiang Li’s defeat. Many people had perished at that time. But Jiang Li had never lost hope or become furious, as if he had anticipated everything and had it under control. Although Jiang Li had repeatedly stated that it had been his careless mistake, Chunchi doubted these words. Chunchi suspected that Jiang Li had schemed everything that was to happen on the Sacred Mountain Wan in advance, and had always intended to turn the whole world into a formation after the defeat, setting pillars in every direction once again.
There was only one unexpected detail in his plan: Jiufang Changming had not died.
It was likely that Jiang Li had not foreseen that Jiufang Changming would not have his soul scatter away after the grievous injury, like what had happened to Ren Haishan who did not even leave a corpse behind. Against all reason, Jiufang Changming had even managed to survive in a treacherous place like the Yellow Springs, coming back alive and even gradually gaining enough power to fight against them today.
It seemed like it was fate helping him from the wings.
But Chunchi did not believe in fate.
Even though he belonged to a Buddhist sect, was preaching to believers every day, and kept praising Buddhism, he actually doubted the existence of deities.
That was why he had not interfered with the Wanlian Buddhist Temple gathering souls to gain power, and did not care that Jiang Li had made a pillar for the Liuhe Zhutian Formation out of this place to refine a Soul Gathering Pearl, triggering the formation.
Chunchi was already powerful enough, and was waiting for the wind of change to come to his sect.
From Chunchi’s point of view, Jiufang Changming was the perfect wind of change.
He was more determined and strong-willed than any other cultivator in this world, and more worthy of becoming a part of the Liuhe Zhutian Formation. Compared to Jiufang Changming, a big fish, Zhou Keyi was only bait used to lure his teacher.
Thinking of this, Chunchi smiled.
He raised his sleeves, and a golden light appeared around them. Lines of scriptures descended from out of nowhere and separated him from the other two.
“The two gentlemen surely have a lot to discuss. This poor monk won’t disturb you for now.”
His smile suddenly froze.
Chunchi saw Yun Weisi take a step towards him.
This one step had covered a thousand li, and Yun Weisi’s hand had directly penetrated Chunchi’s barrier of scriptures, getting closer to grab him.
Yun Weisi’s eyes were ruthless, brimming with murderous intent, as if he was viewing Chunchi as prey.
The words of the master of the Wanjian Immortal Clan were still ringing in Chunchi’s ears. He was sure that Yun Weisi would start by attacking Jiufang Changming, and did not expect himself to fail to sit on the top of a mountain and watch tigers fight, as he had been targeted by Yun Weisi.
Sit on the top of a mountain and watch tigers fight: watch in safety while others fight, then reap the benefit
This thought swept past quickly, and Chunchi put his palms together devoutly. The cane in his hands hit the ground heavily.
“Dharma surges in waves, the consciousness follows it, come out!”
As soon as the words were said, the lotus pond started seething, and the resentful qi rose up to the sky. Countless aggrieved spirits came up with the billows, rushing at Yun Weisi and Changming and surrounding them.
Nothing Buddhist-like could be seen about the Wanlian Buddhist Temple now. Everything was filled with wailing ghosts and whistling spirits. Like bloodsucking maggots seeing well-fed prey, they launched forwards altogether. Had Yun Weisi and Changming not been enveloped in spiritual powers, they would have been swallowed up immediately.
Changming had been drawn into the black waves, and not a trace of him could be seen. For a moment, it was unknown whether he had retained his life.
Chunchi did not count on the aggrieved souls to stop his two enemies. He quickly leaped up, standing on his cane in the air. One of his hands made a gesture, pulling golden light from the cane to enter the water.
“Dharma has a reason, leading me forward. Dharma is eternal, and fate will sort everything out!”
In a moment, sixteen rays of golden light mixed with the black billows appeared from the water, and a black lotus bloomed in the air, faintly glowing with gold.
But the golden light was fluctuating fiercely, as if it was forced to fuse with the black color, and could not break free from it.
“Dharma appears today, while the soul and the body are immersed in illusions, forgiving the guiltless, countless evil creatures avoiding it!”
Chunchi’s lips opened and closed. After he recited this technique, the golden light entangled even more deeply with the black lotus with golden threads enmeshing it. In the end, they finally merged, and the black lotus burst. The resulting dark flames blotted out the sky and split into halves that rushed at Yun Weisi and Jiufang Changming!
Shoufan had acted too rashly, so the whole formation had been lost because of one careless move, ruined completely by Yun Weisi. Although the fifteen people had suffered wounds of different severity, they still had a chance to survive. But Chunchi’s attack had doomed them to death, forcing them to become one with the ghosts from the pond to create a powerful vessel.
After Chunchi moved, he did not even spare a glance at the two of them, turning around and leaving without hesitation.
He had many other things that needed his attention.
The Soul Gathering Pearl had almost been completed. After this night, the You Capital would turn into a hell plagued with demons, so no one could act carelessly. The Wanlian Buddhist Temple together with the You Capital, supported by millions of worshippers, would become the most stable pillar of the Liuhe Zhutian Formation. Jiufang Changming’s life would come to an end in this hell, adding a flower pattern on the brocade Soul Gathering Pearl, making it exhibit its best potential.
Adding a flower pattern on the brocade: beautify something that’s already perfect
It did not matter whether Yun Weisi was here as well, this would not change anything.
The pitch-black sky looked as if the rays of sunshine would never touch it again.
The dawn was delayed, yet the wailing living creatures could not summon it.
Chunchi could not help raising his head to look at the sky.
Everything had come to this point, but the deities had not shown up.
The Wanlian Buddhist Temple had slandered the Buddhas and besmirched them by acting like demons and hiding behind the name of Buddhism, while in truth they were even more vile than Demonic cultivators. Sure enough, deities had never existed in this world?
If it was like this, what was the point of cultivating earnestly?
Since the human world would come to its end sooner or later, why would he not help it to end?
The qi of resentment was flourishing on the ground, gathering in one place, and rising up in waves.
Dark clouds were gathering in the air above the You Capital, and threads of blood were flashing up there occasionally. Red light was flowing down to the earth, stirring up the place with the black flames of the aggrieved spirits. They had formed an enormous, calamitous storm that was slowly crawling towards the Wanlian Buddhist Temple.
When the whirlpool reached the Wanlian Buddhist Temple, the Liuhe Zhutian Formation would be officially set. A crack to the Darkest Abyss would be opened wide, and the entire Human World would be drawn into a hopeless situation.
Countless demons would appear from there, swallowing living souls. What Jiang Li had planned to do and failed at doing fifty years ago would finally be accomplished today.
Chunchi did not care about the Wanlian Buddhist Temple, and neither did he attach much importance to the living creatures plunging into ruin. He did not even mind injuring his own cultivation base. He only wanted to solve this question that had been torturing him for years. Except for Jiang Li, no one could help him.
Suddenly, he froze!
His expression was stiff, even trembling, as if he was unwilling to believe what was going on.
He slowly lowered his head.
A hand had pierced his body, grabbing his heart directly.
The red heart was still pounding in the hand, as if excited.
Blood gushed out from the wound, but Chunchi could not even grasp his cane. It fell from his hand onto the ground softly.
The hand left his body in a split second. Blood was oozing from Chunchi’s mouth, and his body resembled a cane now. In a moment, it was engulfed by the lotus pond, drowning him until he was no longer visible.
Changming had broken through the tide of black lotuses created by the innocent souls of the Sixteen Vajras, and slowly walked out from the shackles just at the right time to see Yun Weisi grab Chunchi’s heart and lower his head to lick it, as if tasting it to see if it was delicious.
His lips were colored with blood, and his eyes were burning red. In a second, Yun Weisi felt Changming’s gaze, and raised his head to smile at Changming.
This smile froze Changming’s blood, making him shiver.
The person in front of his eyes was no longer Yun Weisi, but rather a monster with heinous demonic qi!
Changming opened his mouth, as if he could not find the right word.
Because Yun Weisi, obviously, would not listen to his words anymore.
Yun Weisi clutched the heart in his palm with his fingers, as if it was his favorite plaything, and took a step towards Changming.
Changming folded his fingers in a seal. Even if there were waves surging in his heart, it was hidden under the cover of his plain actions.
“Sword, come.”
Chapter 95. Give me Zhou Keyi’s spiritual soul – Jinyu Translations
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Zhang Jie had lost track of the time he had spent running about madly.
He had been accurately following Hè Xiyun and the others’ instructions, quietly staying in a small yard, prepared to help in case they needed him to, while Changming and the others had gotten through the formation to the Wanlian Buddhist Temple. Before leaving, Xu Jingxian had sent a cripple with disabled legs to this place. This cripple had refused to talk to Zhang Jie, doing nothing all day round and never leaving his shabby furnace for refining pills. He had shut himself up in a room full of garbage, and no one knew what he was up to.
Zhang Jie was extremely bored. He had no other choice but to compose himself and cultivate in meditation every day, looking back at what he had experienced and learned. Eventually, he progressed a bit.
But he had never expected the chaos to start not where Changming and the Ghost King had gone to, but at the You Capital.
One night, the situation had changed rapidly. Demons had started devastating the land, and ghosts were wailing in misery.
Wandering souls and wild ghosts had come out in swarms, hovering and groaning in the air above the You Capital. They had taken the shape of a gargantuan black fire, spreading around while grinning nastily, killing every creature they met as they pleased. Evil spirits were swallowing living humans relentlessly, and demons used the opportunity to pour demonic qi into humans or possess them, taking their skin and starting to hunt new prey.
The entire city, inside out, was filled with the ceaseless sounds of crying. Zhang Jie even thought for a moment that the human world had turned into Purgatory.
There was originally a defensive barrier around their yard, so the place was rather safe, but evil ghosts had broken through it somehow. The auras of cultivators smelled sweet to them, so they rushed inside, vying to be the first to tear these people into pieces.
The crippled Fang Suihan had suffered an injury at the Jianxue Clan, so his combat ability was two times lower than it used to be, and he had basically been reduced to the level of a common person. Zhang Jie was the only one who could fight.
His cultivation base was solid enough for him to get through everyday life, but, faced with hundreds of enemies alone, especially evil ghosts coming at him with waves of black fire, Zhang Jie was almost powerless. He had to retreat, pulling the crippled man to the back with him.
They had exhausted their strength escaping the yard, and rushed towards the outskirts. Unfortunately, before they managed to leave the city, they had been surrounded by even more demons that kept attacking them from both the front and rear. The two of them could not escape.
The only chance to survive was to fight desperately, blazing a bloody path through their enemies.
Zhang Jie had complained about the cripple being useless countless times, flinging abuse at him non-stop. The cripple had told Zhang Jie to throw him away, but Zhang Jie had not gotten rid of him in the end. He convinced himself that the reason he had not done so was that Xu Jingxian and the others would come back to settle the account for the cripple’s death, and Zhang Jie could not afford to offend them.
“I can’t run anymore!” Fang Suihan said.
His legs had not recovered yet, and several days ago, he could not even walk. However, they had gotten better after the past few days. Xu Jingxian had originally taken Fang Suihan with her because of the healing medicine he could refine, and intended to squeeze more out of him. No one would have expected the master of Guanhai Peak to be obsessed with alchemy to the point of giving up on cultivation. No wonder he had almost died that day at the Jianxue Clan.
“I can’t carry you! You have to run even if you can’t!” Zhang Jie slashed his sword at an evil spirit, getting dispirited at the sight.
“Death is just death, the wound won’t be wider than a crack on a bowl, and, after eighteen years, I’ll emerge as a hero again!” Fang Suihan had written himself off as hopeless and acted recklessly, and his face kept paling. He fell to the ground powerlessly as his breath grew weaker. There was no need for demons to launch themselves at him, since he was going to die soon anyway.
The wound won’t be wider than a crack on a bowl, and, after eighteen years, I’ll emerge as a hero again: don’t be afraid of death. From Shi Jing, Book of Songs, slightly changed
A gust of spiritual power reached them from far away, and the ground shook, as if someone was fighting in the distance.
If there were people fighting, obviously, there was a division between enemies and allies. Maybe there were friends to rely on!
Zhang Jie’s eyes lit up, and his survival instinct flared up. Looking at Fang Suihan’s “I am going to die soon” appearance, he gritted his teeth.
“I’ll carry you, get up this instant!”
Fang Suihan slowly climbed onto Zhang Jie’s back, and the two of them went forward, clearing a path through the hordes of demons, and fleeing away desperately to the square in front of the Imperial City. As they were running, they saw the black flames surge up, eclipsing the sky and the sun by shrouding the Imperial City. They also vaguely saw a dark, bloody glow that seemed to be bearing down on the Imperial City to crush it.
Under the dark clouds covering the sky, Xu Jingxian, Hé Qingmo, the Ghost King and others, including some unfamiliar cultivators and ordinary people, who had run here looking for shelter, had been fortunate enough to escape to this place. A myriad of evil ghosts had encircled them, hurrying to rip open a rift.
Zhang Jie and Fang Suihan were dumbfounded.
They felt that they would not receive protection, but rather trap themselves.
Black fire erupted behind their backs, fusing with the demons ahead. Attacking from two directions simultaneously, it opened its mouth at the two of them, as if they were sweet snacks!
“Purple qi from East, sword intention rooting evil!” Zhang Jie shouted.
Purple qi from East: an auspicious omen
His sword’s glow flourished abruptly, blocking the path to the two of them and protecting them from imminent danger.
It was the most intricate technique from his sect that he had not mastered yet. He was carrying a heavy burden on his back, so he did not dare act recklessly. But at this moment, their lives were at stake, so he could not care about everything and just used it without thinking much. Unexpectedly, he even succeeded.
Before he could rejoice, the sword glow flickered, as if swaying between the black fire and the order given by its master. In a moment, it suddenly turned around and launched at the two of them!
Zhang Jie was startled. He pulled Fang Suihan, running towards Xu Jingxian and the rest of them.
“Save us!!!”
Although Linghu You was the Ghost King, he had received this title only because he was the strongest Ghost cultivator, and could order ghosts from thousands of li away. Ordinary ghosts bowed their heads in his presence, and he could command countless ghosts simply because he was preeminent among these evil spirits.
The overbearing black flames were raging in front of him, intending to swallow them right here and now. The You Capital had completely turned into a city of ghosts. Under such pressure, Linghu You could hardly release his Ghost King aura. Even the previously subdued ghosts seemed to be struggling against their master. In other words, his compelling ability to command ghosts had been reduced almost to one tenth of itself, and he had even started to fall into a disadvantageous position.
The banner with gathered ghosts in the Ghost King’s hands turned over with a whistle, and the evil spirits trapped inside resonated with the ones outside, getting restless. In a flash, they leaped from the banner, yet rushed not at Linghu You’s enemies, but at him!
He waved his sleeves, and his violent qi obliterated the wailing evil ghosts, but even more of them appeared. They quickly realized that Linghu You, a ghost cultivator, was the best possible delicacy for evil ghosts, even more flavorful than the energy of living people.
Linghu You turned into the target of a multitude of attacks.
The common people and cultivators shrank away from him subconsciously, escaping the raging ghosts. Linghu You was pale yet stern, as if he did not care about that at all. He fell into the sweeping torrent of black fire, and moved his hands ceaselessly, as if he was in the habit of slaughtering ghosts.
He had been living in the darkness for a long time, and never wished to see the light. Moreover, he did not need it.
One person was enough for one path.
The black flames licked at the hem of his robes, quickly spreading ahead. They wanted to envelop his clothes to get to his body afterwards!
In a flash, the black flames were cut away by a sword’s glow. A person rushed to his back resolutely, hitting Linghu You.
“Don’t get distracted! You kill the ones in front, I’ll take care of the ones behind!”
Hé Qingmo’s outraged voice reached his ears, hoarse from agitation.
They had spent a whole night in the massacre, so his strength had almost been depleted. Everyone, including him, was running on fumes.
Linghu You did not expect Hé Qingmo to rescue him in a moment like this.
“You…”
“What ‘you’! If you die, we won’t hold on for too long as well, concentrate!”
While talking, Hé Qingmo slashed several evil ghosts with his sword.
Since Linghu You had become a ghost cultivator, he had rarely felt warmth. Everything he touched was ice cold—even if it was food from the Human World, and it was heated to the hottest temperature it could be, it would still taste cold to him.
Only now did he feel warmth against his back.
Long forgotten warmth, bringing back cherished memories.
…
Yun Weisi suddenly recalled one thing.
When he had killed Shengjue, at the moment before the ice spikes under the hanging cliff had pierced his heart, Shengjue had not been frightened at all. His expression had even been profound as he was looking at Yun Weisi.
Yun Weisi had already pondered about what this expression might have meant.
Now, he knew the answer.
Sacrificing his own life, Shengjue had put a restriction on Yun Weisi.
Yun Weisi did not feel it under normal circumstances, and it did not affect his cultivation base. But if something was stirring up his Demonic heart, the restriction would amplify the effect, persuading him to turn into a demon.
Perhaps, since the moment he had entered the Nine Layers of the Abyss to fight against demons day in day out, with demonic qi entering his body, this outcome had already been preordained.
This result was what their enemies had wanted to see. Today, the chess piece had finally started to play the role it was supposed to.
But Yun Weisi did not care about it anymore.
Be it turning into a demon or cultivating Dao, if he could not obtain what he wanted, what was the point in either?
His mind was completely calm. He crushed the beating heart in his hand, and stretched his arm out to Jiufang Changming.
“Give me Zhou Keyi’s spiritual soul.”
Chapter 96. You want to kill me? – Jinyu Translations
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Changming and Yun Weisi were staring at each other.
When their eyes met, Changming saw madness and impatience in Yun Weisi’s eyes.
But not a trace of his past impassiveness.
“Do you still remember my name?” he asked Yun Weisi.
Yun Weisi’s finger moved slightly. Sticky, pungent blood was dripping down from his hand, yet he did not mind it.
“You think I’ve lost my memories?” Yun Weisi smiled faintly, “I’m pretty sober now, Shizun.”
“I remember everything that has happened to me since I was little, including how my enemies tried to hunt me down, and how I ran all the way to the Yuhuang Temple, pleading with you to take me as a disciple by kneeling in the rain for a long time. I remember all of this.”
His memories were even clearer than before, so he could even recall the cracks on the green slabstone where he had kneeled, and remembered rain blowing the leaves off trees so that they would fall on him. Yun Weisi’s existence was similar to these leaves—lonely and desolate. He did not know how today would end, and what awaited him tomorrow. His country had already been left far behind, and his only support could be the Yuhuang Temple, which was infinitely large in his eyes.
Had the Yuhuang Temple refused to accept him back then, he could have only bled to death, turning into one of the countless souls of the dead. Even if his life experience seemed disturbing and horrifying to him, it was not even worth mentioning when speaking of the fate of the entire world.
“Also, I remember that on the winter solstice one year, I went to the kitchen to cook dumplings for you with my own hands. You said that the people of the Yuhuang Temple had always drunk lamb soup during the winter solstice, but in the end, you still ate that bowl of dumplings. While eating, you criticized my cooking skills, saying that the skin of some of the dumplings had broken, so the meat had fallen out and ruined the soup.”
His eyes did not express a will to attack Changming, and were incomparably clear.
His scorching heart was still beating in his chest, and the memories had not been lost. He just did not want to hide his thoughts anymore.
Just like now. The soft, bloody pieces of flesh that had stuck to his fingers brought him comfort, and Yun Weisi had no intention to cleanse his heart and limit his desires by calmly meditating. Only one obsession was exciting to him. He absolutely had to get to the person in front of his eyes, and only this could quench the fire in his heart.
Otherwise, the fire would only burn more fiercely, perhaps incinerating him from the inside.
“I remember,” Changming slowly opened his mouth.
“Not only the dumplings. The next year, you also made soup with lamb. But your skills are indeed poor, so the lamb was too tough, and there was no way to chew or digest it. Also, you didn’t drain its blood, so I could only drink it while holding my nose.”
Changming tried to use a light tone when speaking to bring back Yun Weisi’s warmheartedness, but this was in vain. Yun Weisi looked as if he was listening to someone else’s past, and his eyes were still filled with the same insoluble blood-red color. If one stared at them for too long, they would easily let their mind wander, drowning in the surging waves of the sea of blood.
“Zhou Keyi’s corporeal body has been destroyed, but his spiritual soul remains, which is his last sliver of hope. You want to take this last sliver away from him?”
Yun Weisi’s expression was indifferent: “Zhou Keyi’s karma weighs heavily due to all the killing he’s done. He used to misuse cultivation furnaces and cut people down like one would blades of grass, which makes him no different from a demon. What has happened to him today is simply him paying off the sins he has committed. Cultivators are concerned about the chain of cause and effect, and believe that everything is predestined. That is what you used to preach to me, yet you are incredibly forgiving of him now.”
Changming said: “He is steeped in crime, and has suffered a lot for it. He has even lost his life, leaving nothing but his fleeting soul behind. Even if I preserve it, I’ll need to guard it carefully to find a way to maintain his existence. There is really no difference now whether he has died or not. I don’t want your hands to be stained with his bad karma. Is this reason enough for you?”
Yun Weisi stared at him for a moment, as if pondering, but quickly sneered.
“Zhou Keyi’s spiritual soul, or your life. Choose one.”
Changming had been wounded, severely.
It had happened while he was cutting his way through to the Wanlian Buddhist Temple. The wound was not fatal, but his cultivation had reached a bottleneck, plus he had been injured in the past. All these factors combined had driven him to the limits of what he could endure, so he was like a pile of eggs that could collapse at any time. A single push from one hand could send him to a bottomless chasm.
A bottomless chasm: unfavorable position
He did not know whether Yun Weisi had noticed this.
While talking, they were also playing a game of chess.
Using their feelings as chess pieces, they were trying to figure out each other’s intentions.
Yun Weisi, who had turned into a demon, was already another person.
“What if I don’t want to choose either option?” Changming asked him in reply.
Yun Weisi’s pupils darkened with giant waves surging at the bottom of his eyes. The hand that had just crushed the heart suddenly stretched out to Changming.
A single step of his could cover a thousand li, and Yun Weisi appeared in front of his eyes in a moment!
Changming swiftly retreated. His body flew back lightly as if it was weightless. He dodged Yun Weisi’s attack accurately, so it seemed that he had been ready.
But Yun Weisi did not fall behind and quickly leaped forwards. His black robes were like wings covering the sky, so Changming’s line of sight was obstructed.
Black flames were seething in the lotus pond, and the fire reached out to their feet from time to time, trying to find a chance to attack.
Changming had noticed that Yun Weisi’s fighting style had also changed since he became possessed.
No matter how his skills changed in the past, they remained the same in essence. All his sword techniques and skills were, at their core, influenced by Daoism. The Chunzhao Sword would always betray the fact that he had spent years training in the Yuhuang Temple. Yet now, everything was different.
He had not even called for the Chunzhao Sword, attacking randomly as he pleased, like a celestial horse cantering through the sky. The demonic qi around his body had sensed its owner’s will, and part of it had turned into a fierce ghost-like creature lashing out at Changming with its mouth wide open to swallow him. The rest of the qi had split into four parts that surrounded Changming. His spiritual power was completely incompatible with demonic qi, so the qi rushed at him menacingly, eager to gobble him up in one gulp.
Like a celestial horse cantering through the sky: powerful and unstrained
Changming waved his sleeves, and his spiritual power rose up, stopping the demonic qi.
“Sword, come.”
The Sifei Sword flew over with a whistle, glowing dazzlingly, like a giant wave soaring up to the sky. It was so blinding that people could hardly bear to watch it.
He had traveled all over the world with his Sifei Sword, and even though he had once been defeated, he had now returned. The sword’s intention had become even clearer, and the sword had already reached the level where it followed its master’s will without him needing to give direct orders. In other words, whatever Changming wished, the sword would accomplish it. It suddenly split into countless rays, like a huge fan opening wide, and pierced the demonic qi, dashing after Yun Weisi.
The sword’s qi was awe-inspiring, and its killing intent apparent. It was going to pursue Yun Weisi till the end.
“You want to kill me?” Yun Weisi asked.
He did not open his mouth to say it, but instead transmitted the words to Changming’s consciousness.
Yun Weisi’s physical silence overpowered any sound he could have made. However, Changming still heard him as if Yun Weisi was beating drums, heavily hitting his sea of consciousness!
Changming swallowed his blood with difficulty. When Yun Weisi’s hand nearly grabbed him, Changming suddenly vanished.
Yun Weisi sneered coldly, abruptly turning his head!
Jiufang Changming was behind his back indeed!
But his puppet art was old news!
The demonic qi responded to its owner’s fury, and loudly burst out, surging at the opponent with a shrill noise.
Since you’d rather die holding Zhou Keyi’s spiritual soul, then just die! Yun Weisi thought coldly.
Yun Weisi watched indifferently as the demonic qi crushed Jiufang Changming’s barrier, ready to pierce him and tear his body into pieces. Suddenly, an alarming feeling rose in his heart!
Yun Weisi could not tell where this alarm was coming from, and why it had appeared. But his body had long since become accustomed to reacting to impending dangers, and it was telling him that extreme peril was inevitable for him.
Could it be that it was coming from Jiufang Changming?
He restrained his demonic qi subconsciously, but it was already too late. The thread of released demonic qi had stabbed his opponent’s chest, sending Jiufang Changming back!
At the same time, tremendous pressure was put on Yun Weisi!
Yun Weisi raised his head just in time to see a golden glistening Buddhist palm descending from the Heavens to press him down!
The demonic qi naturally felt like fire under water, faced with an attack like this. It was quickly ground into powder.
A white light came, blocking Yun Weisi from the golden light!
In a moment of mortal danger, Jiufang Changming had suddenly returned, pushing Yun Weisi away to face the golden light in his place!
The sword glow was slowly fading away.
The Sifei Sword that had already passed most of its spiritual power to Yun Weisi was finally unable to persist. With a clank, the sword fell into the lotus pond!
Jiufang Changming fell down the same way.