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Chapter 566: The Spiritual Stone of Combined Power

Liu Miao opened his eyes wide, staring at the rapidly spinning black spiritual power vortex. His breathing suddenly became rapid, and an unprecedented fear spread from the depths of his heart to his entire body.

She trembled her lips and whispered, "What on earth is this?"

The Chixiao sword in Lingye's hand sank slightly, and a trace of astonishment flashed across his face.

He thought that this fierce battle would be over after destroying the Dark Spiritual Hub, but the strange black spiritual power vortex before him instantly shattered his expectations.

After a brief shock, he took a deep breath, a trace of determination flashed in his eyes, and the green spiritual power around him surged like a raging wave, trying to fight against this unknown powerful threat.

In the black spiritual power vortex, lightning flashed, and each one seemed to be able to tear the space apart.

The dull roar continued, like a death notice from another world.

Liu Miao subconsciously took a step back, slipped and almost fell.

She quickly reached out and tightly grasped the spiritual tree beside her that was emitting a soft light. Her fingertips turned slightly blue due to the force, but she was not aware of it.

Pu Chuang stood in the center of the vortex and laughed wildly: "Ling Ye, you are too naive! Today is the day you die!" The laughter was full of pride and arrogance, and it sounded particularly harsh amid the whistling sound of the vortex.

Ling Ye snorted coldly, and his eyes shot towards Pu Chuang like a sharp blade: "The outcome is not decided yet, don't be too proud!"

He clenched the Chixiao Sword tightly, and the sword shone brightly. The spiritual patterns on the sword jumped and flickered like living things, greedily absorbing the surrounding spiritual energy.

Liu Miao looked at Ling Ye, her heart full of worry.

She knew very well that Lingye was very powerful, but this mysterious black spiritual power vortex filled her heart with uneasiness.

She bit her lower lip, almost to the point of bleeding, and silently said in her heart: "Lingye, you must be safe..."

At this moment, the black spiritual power vortex suddenly accelerated, and a powerful suction force burst out from it. The surrounding sand, rocks, and plants were instantly drawn in and turned into powder in an instant.

Liu Miao only felt a huge force pulling her, her body fell forward uncontrollably, her hair flying wildly in the strong wind.

Ling Ye also felt the horror of this suction. He pushed the ground hard with his feet, and two deep footprints instantly appeared on the ground. He was like a rooted rock, trying his best to keep his body steady.

The spiritual power was like a raging black tsunami, raging and surging between heaven and earth, throwing the battlefield into chaos.

Liu Miao struggled forward in this violent force. The strong wind was like a sharp ice blade, cutting her skin. Every step was painful and difficult.

Her hair was flying wildly, sticking wetly to her cheeks. Her eyes searched anxiously in the chaos, and finally, she saw the Lingqi Tree above her head emitting a soft light.

On the Lingqi Tree, the Linghuan Stone flashed with strange light, like a hand of hope reaching out in despair.

Liu Miao's heartbeat suddenly quickened, and her grandmother's advice from childhood echoed in her mind: "When the world is shrouded in endless darkness, only the Spirit Stone can awaken the dormant power and bring life to the people."

As this thought flashed through her mind, she no longer hesitated. She exerted force on her feet and soared into the air in the direction of Lingqi Wood.

Ling Ye was fighting a desperate battle with the black spiritual power vortex, and the Chixiao sword in his hand was dancing tightly, but the suction of the vortex was getting stronger and stronger, and every spiritual power and sword energy was swallowed up instantly.

His clothes were torn by the strong wind, and sweat and blood mixed together and slid down his cheeks.

When he caught a glimpse of Liu Miao's actions out of the corner of his eye, his heart suddenly tightened. He was worried about her safety, but also felt a faint hope.

He took a deep breath and pushed his spiritual power to the limit. The Chixiao Sword shone brightly, trying to open a safe passage for Liu Miao.

"Liu Miao, be careful!" Ling Ye shouted, but his voice was instantly blown away by the strong wind.

Liu Miao had no time to respond, her mind and eyes were filled with the Spiritual Stone on the Spiritual Tree. The strong wind was like countless invisible hands, pulling her desperately, and she almost lost control and fell several times, but she gritted her teeth, steadied her body again and again, and continued to climb upwards.

Every inch of ascent seemed like a life-and-death struggle with fate. At the same time, the children of Xiuyanxu were also struggling tenaciously against the suction.

Qin Xiaochuan's face was as solemn as lead. He formed seals with his hands rapidly, and spiritual power surged around his body, forming a light blue protective shield.

The shield shook violently in the strong wind, as if it would break in the next second.

His forehead was covered with sweat, his teeth were clenched, every muscle was tense, and he kept adjusting the flow of his spiritual power, trying to make the shield more stable.

He silently recited Xiu Yanxu's spiritual power formula in his heart. That was the power passed down from their ancestors. At this moment, he could only hope that this inheritance would help them overcome the difficulties.

Yan Zhaoheng held the "Qingying" long sword in his hand, poured spiritual power into it, and inserted the long sword into the ground, splashing up a cloud of dust.

He gripped the hilt tightly with both hands, veins bulging on his arms, and with the help of the friction between the sword and the ground, he struggled to resist the suction.

Despite the howling wind, his eyes were firm as he stared at the whirlpool, not daring to relax at all.

He remembered the oath he made when he first entered Xiuyanxu, to protect this land and the people around him. Now was the time to fulfill his oath.

Gu Lanqing took out an exquisite sachet from her waist, which she had carefully made using rare spiritual herbs.

The sachet glowed faintly, releasing a gentle yet strong force that enveloped her body.

She held on to the huge rock beside her with one hand and held the sachet tightly with the other hand. Her hair fluttered in the wind, but she gritted her teeth and persisted.

This sachet was given to her by her mother. It carries her mother's love and strength. She must not let it lose its effect in this disaster.

Liu Miao finally climbed onto the Lingqi Tree. She raised her head and looked at the Linghuan Stone on the Lingqi Tree. Her fingertips trembled slightly and she slowly stretched out her hand.

The moment she touched it, the Spirit Stone burst into dazzling light, and a hot, surging force flowed into her body through her fingertips.

This power rushed through her meridians, and Liu Miao felt her whole body was filled with strength, as if it could tear apart this chaos.

"Ling Ye, receive my power!" Liu Miao shouted with all her strength, her voice piercing through the howling vortex of spiritual power.

Ling Ye was delighted when he heard this, and immediately adjusted his spiritual power to prepare to receive the power transmitted by Liu Miao.

However, at this moment, the vortex suddenly changed. It began to shrink wildly and the suction force suddenly increased several times.

Qin Xiaochuan's shield cracked instantly, his face turned pale as paper, and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

He felt his spiritual power rapidly draining away and his body becoming weaker and weaker, but he still refused to give up and tried his best to maintain the shield.

Yan Zhaoheng's feet were pulled off the ground by the suction force, and he could only use all his strength to hold the hilt of the sword and barely maintain his balance.

His arms were so sore that he almost lost consciousness, but his eyes were still determined.

The light of Gu Lanqing's sachet began to flicker, and her hands were bleeding from being rubbed by the boulder, but she still held on tightly.

She was filled with fear, but she plucked up her courage when she thought of her companions.

Ling Ye felt unprecedented pressure, his body trembled slightly under the suction, but his eyes became more determined.

He gripped the Chixiao Sword tightly, merging the power transmitted by Liu Miao with his own spiritual power, preparing to deal a fatal blow to the vortex.