amaotonovel Chapter 1072 Black Wind Mountain
Chapter 1072 Black Wind Mountain
It felt as if an invisible mountain was pressing down on everyone's chest, making their breathing extremely heavy, like working a bellows. The spiritual power at their fingertips also stagnated slightly under the pressure of that evil aura.
"Humph!"
Yu Shuheng's cold snort seemed to carry shards of ice. His dark robes fluttered and rustled without wind, and a suppressed ferocity surged in his eyes, as if it might burst forth at any moment.
He raised his hand and pressed it on the jade pendant at his waist, his knuckles turning white from the force, and sighed inwardly.
The old ghost of the Blood Demon Cult wasn't lying—the Blood Demon that Su Xiaoya killed had indeed been completely destroyed, but the Blood Pool space of the Evil God's inheritance had appeared.
He led Xie Zihu and the other two to destroy the Blood Pool space of the Evil God's inheritance, and the Evil God's Mustard Seed Space actually started to move again.
Ha ha!
Even a centipede, though dead, does not fall down!
Yu Shuheng's divine sense swept across the vortex in the sky like lightning, his voice so deep it seemed to pound into the ground, "Could it be that after becoming a god, one can truly achieve immortality? Or are these evil lords of Qingyuan Star merely avatars? Are those legends about gods being able to regenerate from a drop of blood true?"
Before he finished speaking, he suddenly clenched his fist, his knuckles making a crisp cracking sound, and a hint of ruthlessness appeared on his face.
"Whether it's the real body or an avatar, now that we've run into it, there's absolutely no reason to let it go!" His clear, cold voice carried an undeniable resolve.
Xie Zihu was a burly man, like an iron tower, but at this moment he was hunched over, his hands supporting his spear, and the veins on his forehead were throbbing like earthworms.
He gazed in the direction of Black Wind Mountain in the distance and cursed gruffly, "Damn it! When will these demons ever stop? We kill one Blood Demon, and another evil god pops up. It's like weeding leeks!"
He suddenly straightened his back, as hard as steel, and his spear struck the ground with a dull thud. "I refuse to believe that I can't deal with these filthy things!" His rough tone was full of fearless brute force.
“That’s Black Wind Mountain.” Yu Shuheng’s gaze was like a sharp sword, piercing through the black fog for thousands of miles and accurately locking onto the three blood-red characters on the boundary marker at the foot of the mountain. “The highest peak in the area, it should be the lair of evil spirits.”
He turned to look at everyone, his eyes sharp as knives, "The spatial rift at the center of the vortex is expanding continuously. In less than three hours, the 'Evil God' will break through the boundary."
Whether this "evil god" is real or fake, anyone who dares to show their face now will not live!
"We must stop him!" Su Mingyi took a step forward, his white robes as white as snowflakes, fluttering in the wind. The spiritual energy around him seemed to be summoned by him, flowing spontaneously like surging waves, forming a powerful whirlwind.
His gaze swept over the crowd with piercing intensity, his tone resolute as iron, "The Evil God Temple uses the blood and essence of living young men as sacrifices. If the Evil God were to descend upon the world, Qingyuan Star would surely become a living hell! Today, there is no other way but to fight to the death, there is absolutely no turning back!"
He raised his hand and drew his longsword, its blade gleaming coldly in the sunlight. "Those who wish to follow me, depart immediately!"
"Damn it!" Xie Ziliang shot out like an arrow, his Overlord Spear flashing in a dazzling display, its tip piercing the sky. "I've long hated these demons, it's time for a good, exhilarating battle!"
Although he was calm and collected, he was also extremely fierce. Moreover, with the blood feud of his two grandmothers still lingering, how could he allow the Evil God Temple to continue to exist?
At this moment, Xie Ziliang's face was filled with barely suppressed murderous intent, like a warlike young lion, determined to tear everything in front of him to shreds.
Xie Zihan, dressed in a blue robe, had strands of hair blowing across his face in the wind. His eyebrows were furrowed, and his tone was tinged with worry, yet still firm: "Count me in."
He conjured a wisp of wind blade at his fingertips, which drew an arc in the air. "Although the power of the evil god is unfathomable, if we join forces, we may not be without a chance of victory."
As soon as he finished speaking, he turned to Xie Ziyue beside him and said softly, "Ziyue, your cultivation is still shallow. If you really can't hold on, then come down the mountain to help you."
"Hmph! Who do you think you are?" Xie Ziyue's face flushed red as she gripped the short knife in her hand. "We'll go together or stay together! I'll avenge my mother-in-law myself!"
Although he was young, his eyes were unusually stubborn, and his hand holding the knife hilt trembled slightly with nervousness, but he never let go.
"Women are just as capable as men. How could such an important event be complete without me, Xie Ziwei?" Xie Ziwei chuckled, and the soft whip at her waist shot out like a snake emerging from its hole. The tip of the whip swept across the ground like a gust of wind, leaving a deep welt.
Her red dress was as fiery as fire, and her eyes and brows carried a touch of heroic spirit. "I have never failed to deal with evil spirits with my 'Crimson Whip'!" Her tone was bold and unrestrained, without a trace of girlish shyness or timidity.
She is now a celestial being!
Indeed, ability determines character.
Now that Xie Ziwei has become an immortal, she exudes confidence and charisma, truly transforming into her best self.
Su Xiaoya stood gracefully beside Su Mingyi, her eyes as resolute as steel.
She looked up at Su Mingyi with her head held high, her voice clear and melodious, like a nightingale singing in a valley: "Wherever my brother goes, I will go."
She took out a crystal-clear jade slip from her storage bag and handed it to Su Mingyi.
This jade slip is like a dazzling pearl: "The primordial energy I have refined can suppress evil forces and may play a significant role at crucial moments."
It wasn't that she didn't want to directly destroy the evil god's mustard seed space. She willingly stepped aside to assist from the sidelines, so that Su Mingyi could personally avenge this blood feud and resolutely eliminate his inner demons.
Yu Shuheng and Xie Zilong exchanged a smile and nodded in tacit agreement.
Xie Zilong held a heavy sword, the blade humming as he raised his arm and shouted, "Avenge my mother-in-law! Eliminate this scourge for all living beings!" His voice was like thunder, carrying an overwhelming momentum that was deafening.
Yu Shuheng added softly, "I am skilled in formations and can set up a spirit-gathering formation along the way to help everyone temporarily boost their combat power." His voice was as cold as frost, yet it also revealed a tacit understanding of coordinated combat.
If we're talking about who understands Su Xiaoya the most, Yu Shuheng is definitely one of them.
The group sped towards Black Wind Mountain like shooting stars.
Along the way, Su Mingyi gradually slowed down, his body radiating a gentle spiritual energy fluctuation, like a spring breeze, as he transmitted a set of cultivation techniques into everyone's minds like a flowing stream.
"This is the Heavenly Gang Sword Technique. Its sword principle emphasizes 'uprightness and righteousness overcoming evil.' Although it is as difficult to cultivate as climbing the Shu Road, it has a natural power to restrain evil spirits."
He conjured a sharp sword intent at his fingertips, outlining the trajectory of the sword move in the air like a dragon emerging from the sea. "There is also the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique, which can instantly strengthen the physical body and enhance self-healing ability, saving everyone's life in life-or-death situations."
Xie Ziliang's eyes lit up as he asked eagerly, "Brother Su, can this mystic ability let me kill a demon beast with one punch?"
Su Mingyi couldn't help but chuckle, shaking his head and saying, "After you've mastered cultivation, you can shatter even the hard, iron-like Gengjin stone with a single punch, let alone demonic beasts."
Yu Shuheng closed his eyes to deduce the principles of swordsmanship. After a moment, he opened his eyes and exclaimed, "The sword moves are simple yet contain the ultimate principles of heaven and earth. Brother Su's comprehension is truly astonishing." He was usually arrogant, but at this moment he made no attempt to hide his admiration.
Xie Ziwei played with the soft whip and joked, "Brother Su, it's not very kind of you to keep this to yourself. Such a good technique should have been shared long ago."
Having spent so much time together, Xie Ziwei no longer speaks to Su Mingyi with the same caution and tact.
Perhaps, only when the forces are evenly matched can there be equal dialogue!
Now, Xie Ziwei no longer feels inferior and interacts with Su Mingyi openly and honestly.
Su Mingyi smiled helplessly, "It's something I've come to understand during this seclusion. Before, although I had some ideas, I hadn't fully grasped them."
The group practiced as they went, and soon arrived at the foot of Black Wind Mountain.
The original black mist now seemed to have turned into a thick pool of ink, flowing slowly down the mountainside. It was covered with twisted, blood-red runes, like hideous demons, emitting a nauseating stench of blood and decay.
Many low-level cultivators dressed in various costumes lay on the ground, bleeding from their mouths and noses, barely breathing, like dolls whose life force had been drained, lying there broken and carelessly.
These cultivators, at first glance, are vastly different from those on the mainland.
However, it is not as bizarre as cult monks.
It is likely that the cult arrested him at some unknown time and from some unknown place.
"Be careful!" Yu Shuheng suddenly shouted, and his spiritual power surged like a raging wave, instantly forming an invisible barrier that tightly protected him.
"The evil power of the evil god has probably already corrupted the entire space. From now on, everyone must use spiritual power to protect themselves with every step they take!"
Before he finished speaking, a crack suddenly appeared in the ground, like a ferocious beast opening its blood-red maw, from which black tentacles shot out as swiftly as venomous snakes.
He kicked it off, and the tentacle instantly turned into black smoke and disappeared.
Su Mingyi raised his hand and formed a hand seal. A golden protective shield, like a dazzling sun, enveloped everyone: "Everyone, stick close to me and don't break formation."
The protective shield collided with the black runes, emitting a sizzling corrosion sound, like the low groan of a demon. His expression changed slightly. "The evil power is stronger than expected. Everyone, conserve your spiritual energy and use your killing moves only at the crucial moment."
The group struggled to climb to the top of the mountain, each step feeling like wading through sticky mud, making every step difficult.
When they reached the halfway point, the evil force had materialized, like Mount Tai crushing an egg, making their bones creak, as if they would be crushed at any moment.