Against the Fog Demon 63
The misty demon in front of him was gradually revealing its true face, and it was likely that its cultivation had already reached the late stage of Nirvana.
Moreover, this lone fog demon has obviously cultivated from an unintentional and unknowing state to a deliberate and aware realm, making it even more difficult to deal with.
When the Fog Demon fully reveals its true form, those extremely yin objects that originally disappeared one by one reappear and stand obediently behind the Fog Demon.
At this point, Feng Ri Xi La walked over to the back of her own body and stared at the majestic fog demon with a stern expression. "Are these extreme yin creatures that specialize in absorbing the yuan yin and yang of cultivators what you were referring to?"
"Not bad!" The Fog Devil raised an eyebrow and readily admitted his own crime.
"Ruining someone's cultivation is a sin that cannot be forgiven!" Upon hearing this, Xiě Yǐ Wǔ's face turned pale, and he coldly spat out the words.
"Is the crime unforgivable? You're just a Golden Dan period cultivator." The mist demon sneered with a smile.
From ancient times to the present, human cultivators and demon cultivators have been at odds with each other, with contradictions piling up. Both sides view each other as insignificant ants. Therefore, Xī Yuè Wǔ Yún's contempt for Wù Mó was met with deaf ears.
He fell silent for a few breaths, then his fingers flew swiftly as he pinched the incantation, countless cloud-like characters bursting forth from his fingertips, accumulating, and in no time at all they compiled into a silver network of intersecting lines.
She threw the silver net towards the fog demon, and Xi Yue immediately chanted a complex spell. The silver net then seemed to have its own consciousness, tightly binding the majestic fog demon and those extremely yin objects. However, during this process, the fog demon did not show any resistance. He simply watched as the silver net bound him, neither dodging nor evading. A careless smile even hung on his lips.
"How ridiculous! Does the real Dancing Cloud think that a little trick like this can subdue me?" The Fog Devil's lips curled up in a cruel smile as he spoke.
"What's it to you if I am or not?" Xue'er and Feng'er exchanged a glance in the wind, then said no more.
The fog demon was not afraid of the power of the silver thread, but those extremely evil creatures were not so easy to deal with. Suddenly, the originally quiet and well-behaved extremely evil creatures began to struggle violently, their faces twisted in ferocity, and their mournful wails filled the air.
But soon, those originally strong and struggling extreme yin things began to calm down, and some even tightly absorbed the cloud patterns woven by Xi Yue Wu Yan, absorbing the yuan yang energy within.
It's true... All of Xiuyue's attacks are painless and numb to the extremely yin objects, even giving them a sense of savoring the marrow.
The originally self-cultivating body of Yuan Yang that was supposed to achieve twice the result with half the effort has now become a burden to oneself, I wonder what kind of thoughts Xie Wu would have upon seeing this?!
Feng Li Xi subconsciously glanced at his own master, whose face was still expressionless and cold, distant as ever.
"Master, let me handle it! The latest chapter of Super Ability Master in the City!" Fengli Xi gently pulled on Xie Wu's sleeve and said respectfully.
"No way!" Xie Yu immediately refused without hesitation.
The enemy right in front of her was at least three levels higher than her, how could a mere Foundation Establishment cultivator like her possibly handle it?!
"Master, you should understand that apart from me, there is no one else who can be of use here!" Feng Ri Xi smiled faintly, her smile tinged with helplessness. "I am now at the center of the storm, I have to go even if I don't want to! Otherwise, we will all be on a dead-end path!"
"...Her eyebrows were tightly knitted, not saying a word, but with no intention of loosening her grip."
"Shan Jiu Ling is afraid of death, but even more afraid of dying with you, Master!" Seeing that his own master was not agreeing, Feng Li Xi carefully pulled on his master's sleeve and sighed softly, "So..."
She is the granddaughter of Ling Xiao Sect's leader, Su Yu Zhen Jun. Unconsciously, her every word and action represents the image of Ling Xiao Sect. She cannot afford to be reckless and do whatever she wants just because of her own preferences. Mo Junya can abandon everything for love, but she cannot.
Once she and Xie Youwu die together today, I fear that some untrue and unpleasant rumors will be spread by those with ulterior motives, and when the time comes, not only will the reputation of the Ling Xiao faction be damaged, but also the face of her father and ancestors will be completely lost.
As he thought of this, a hint of helplessness flashed in Fengri Xi's watery eyes, and then he shook his head. He quickly took out the jade slip that was unique to the Ling Xiao Sect's inner disciples, which indicated their identity. He bit open his finger, letting a drop of bright red blood fall onto the jade slip, and then activated the Ling Xiao Sect's special transmission technique...
"Who are you sending a message to?" Xī Yuè Wǔ Yún grasped Feng Lǐ Xī's arm tightly and said coldly, "Do you still want our fellow disciples to be deeply trapped here?"
"Don't worry, Master... She won't be trapped here, and if my guess is correct, she also has the ability to take you away from here! Throughout the entire Ling Xiao Sect, perhaps only she can come and go as she pleases."
After finishing speaking, Fengli Xi didn't wait for Xieyue Wuyu to say anything and immediately pulled his own master behind him. Then, following the actions of Xieyue Wuyu just now, he attached a large number of cloud-patterned seals to the silver thread net. In an instant, those extremely yin objects that were greedily absorbing the yuan yang energy on the silver thread net began to struggle again, accompanied by ear-piercing wails.
If Fengli Xi wasn't certain that she was still in the rift of time and space, she would have almost thought that she was already in the eighteenth level of hell.
With a calm and focused mind, under the guidance of the mysterious dance, no matter how mournful the cries of those extremely yin objects were, there was still an unbroken and composed gesture of fingers weaving spells in the wind, striking those cloud-patterned characters into the silver thread without interruption...
As the silver threads of the Yin Seal Characters continued to pour in, the powers of those wildly struggling Extreme Yin entities also slowly weakened. Before long, those Extreme Yin entities were transformed into clusters of cloud and mist within the increasingly dense silver thread net, no longer able to condense into shape...
After those extremely evil things completely disappeared, a thin layer of anger finally appeared on the calm face of the fog demon.
It seems that the guess of the Xī Yuè dance was not wrong. The cultivation on the body of the fog demon is mostly obtained by letting the extreme yin things absorb the essence of the cultivator's body. Now, those extreme yin things have completely disappeared, and the fog demon's spiritual energy supply route has been cut off. Its cultivation has fallen from the later stage of Huà Shén to the middle stage of Yuányīng.
The mist demon's cultivation was no longer as difficult to deal with, but Feng Li Xi didn't dare to be even slightly careless. Her gaze would occasionally condense at the entrance of the spacetime rift, as if waiting for someone's appearance...
In the midst of counting breaths, a rift in space-time finally appeared at the entrance, where a wave of spiritual consciousness surged forth.
A faint smile finally appeared at the corner of Fengli Xi's lips. She gazed intently towards the entrance and said in a low voice, "Thank you, Senior Sister, for coming to my rescue! I'll leave Master's safety in your hands!"
As soon as the words fell, a figure in white clothes, Mo Junya, appeared in mid-air.
"No need for you to say it, I will protect the entire Swordsmen of the Vast Wilderness TXT download!" Mo Junya smiled softly, but that smile didn't quite reach her eyes.
He and Mo Junya exchanged a glance, and Feng Li Xi immediately understood.
She immediately clapped her hands and pushed Xi Yue Wu towards Mo Junya. Before she could react, Mo Junya stretched out her right hand, with her index and middle fingers together, and a golden light instantly appeared from the tip of her fingers, enveloping both herself and Xi Yue Wu's shadow...
"Mo Junya, save your little sister!" Xi Yuewu said in a low voice after glancing at Mo Junya.
If it weren't for his own yuan yang energy being unable to counter the mist demon, he wouldn't have stood by idly. The feeling of powerlessness at this moment made him feel an unprecedented sense of alienation.
Since he started practicing Taoism when he was young, every step of his has been easier than others, and he has never encountered anything as troublesome as today.
Never thought that his own proud Yuan Yang body would bring him such a helpless experience. It seems that he needs to re-examine his cultivation path, if every time he encounters a cultivator who knows the taste of Yuan Yang's essence and marrow, wouldn't he only have the fate of being slaughtered?!
Although it is rare to encounter a cultivator who has refined his primordial spirit and essence to the point of being able to taste the flavor of the void, once encountered, one would suffer a calamity that would bring about their downfall. He would never allow even the slightest chance of such an event occurring, absolutely not...
"Master, don't worry! Just now when I sent a message, the disciple and Little Shifu have already discussed a plan, we will definitely work together to return to the sect with Master. Is that right? Little Shifu..." Mo Junya looked at Feng Lixi gently and asked softly.
"Yes! Master...please believe me!" He nodded his head, Fengri Xi looked at Xie Wu Xuan with a sincere expression.
Before he could even respond, Fengli took out a guqin from his sleeve.
Since her cultivation had just begun to lay its foundation, if she were to clash head-on with the Mist Demon, she would likely not last a few breaths and would have to die heroically. Rather than that, it was better to take a risk and use her own strongest musical rhythm to deal with the Mist Demon, perhaps there was still a thread of hope for survival.
Fengli Xi raised her eyes to take another look at her own master, then withdrew her gaze, gritted her teeth, and lightly stroked the white jade-like fingertips on the strings of the guqin...
In an instant, a burst of sound mixed with a large amount of spiritual energy came out from Fengli's fingertips...
At first, the melody played by Feng Rixi floated like a light mist, as if soothing the deepest part of everyone's soul.
And then, slowly, the soft and gentle melody gradually became sharp and high-pitched, like a fierce stormy wind, as if the wailing of ghosts from the eighteen layers of hell, rising to a frantic crescendo...
As the melody flowed out from her fingertips, a hint of ferocity flashed in Feng Rixi's clear and limpid eyes. In an instant, the melody suddenly became purer and thicker, as if countless melodies were layered on top of each other, rising and falling in waves. As the melody grew more and more fervent, it had clearly already become noise, but Feng Rixi showed no intention of stopping, continuing to pluck the strings with a speed that ordinary people could hardly imagine...
Until then, Fog Demon's calm expression had already disappeared.
Suddenly, the fog demon let out a loud roar, causing everyone present to feel a shock in their dantian. A sweet fragrance surged up between his lips and teeth, but Feng Ri Xiang forcibly suppressed it, his movements becoming even more urgent and swift.
"Don't shoot anymore! Don't..." For a moment, the mist demon's spiritual energy kept leaking out, and he was seen holding his head in agony, constantly groaning and moaning...
With a wave of his hand, the fog demon suddenly and violently shattered half of the stone wall, and in an instant, the flying dust and small stones invaded everyone present.
Mo Junya had already set up a barrier to keep out the dust and rocks. However, Feng Liqi didn't use any protective measures, she continued to play the strings of her zither...
