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Chapter 567 Tired but relieved

Liu Miao also quickly adjusted his state, rapidly changing the seals with his hands, continuously transferring the power in his body to Ling Ye.

Her forehead was covered with sweat and her face was pale, but her eyes were full of determination.

Just as Ling Ye was about to swing his sword, a beam of black spiritual power suddenly shot out from the vortex and headed straight for Liu Miao.

Seeing this, Ling Ye gave up the attack without hesitation and turned around to resist with the Chixiao Sword.

The black spiritual energy beam collided with the Chixiao Sword with a loud bang, causing Ye to take several steps back and his arm to become numb.

"Liu Miao, are you okay?" Ling Ye shouted anxiously.

"I'm fine, continue!" Liu Miao wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and responded firmly.

The two looked at each other, their eyes full of trust and tacit understanding.

They gathered their strength again and prepared to launch a new round of attacks.

This time, can they successfully break this strange black spiritual power vortex? The entire battlefield fell into a dead silence, and everyone held their breath, waiting for the judgment of fate.

Suddenly, the Spirit Stone glowed brightly, and a mysterious voice sounded in Liu Miao's mind: "Only through sacrifice can the true power be awakened..."

Liu Miao was shocked. She subconsciously looked at Ling Ye. Ling Ye also noticed her abnormality and asked, "Liu Miao, what's wrong?"

Liu Miao bit her lower lip, hesitated for a moment and said, "This power...seems to require a price."

Ling Ye frowned slightly and looked at her firmly: "No matter what the cost, we will bear it together."

At this time, the suction of the vortex increased a bit, and Qin Xiaochuan shouted: "I can't hold on any longer, think of a solution quickly!"

Yan Zhaoheng also shouted: "We can't just give up like this!"

Gu Lanqing silently clenched the sachet, his eyes full of determination.

Liu Miao took a deep breath and made a decision in her heart. She said to Ling Ye, "I will divert the power of the vortex, and you take the opportunity to attack."

When Ling Ye heard this, he immediately objected: "No, it's too dangerous!"

Liu Miao smiled: "Believe me, this is our only chance."

After saying that, she ignored Ling Ye's obstruction and rushed towards the whirlpool. The spiritual power in her body surged wildly, making the surrounding air buzz.

Ling Ye looked at Liu Miao's back, feeling mixed emotions. He tightly grasped the Chi Xiao Sword and swore secretly, "Liu Miao, I will never let anything happen to you."

As Liu Miao approached the whirlpool, the power of the whirlpool was actually attracted by her and began to become chaotic.

Ling Ye saw the right moment, shouted loudly, and gathered all his spiritual power into the Scarlet Sky Sword, slashing towards the center of the vortex with all his might...

Liu Miao quickly changed the magic gestures with his hands, continuously transmitting the surging power in his body to Ling Ye.

Ling Ye felt this power and his spirits were lifted, and the light of the Chixiao Sword became brighter and brighter.

He shouted loudly, gathered all his strength, and swung his sword towards the black spiritual power vortex.

Just as the sword was about to touch the whirlpool, the whole world seemed to freeze and fell into dead silence.

Everyone held their breath, waiting for the result of this attack.

In an instant, the world seemed to be tightly grasped by a giant hand hidden in the darkness, making a roar that it could not bear the heavy burden, and then collapsed with a loud bang, completely falling into a darkness as thick as ink.

Time seemed to be injected with a strange force, suddenly solidifying, everything around lost its movement, and everything seemed to be trapped in a dead silent painting.

In this dead silence, a melodious music suddenly rang in everyone's ears without any warning.

The music seemed to come from another time and space. Every note seemed to have life and carried a magical power to captivate the soul.

What’s even more bizarre is that the tunes heard by each person are completely different. Some are plaintive, as if humming the sorrow deep in one’s heart; some are passionate and surging, as if awakening dormant fighting spirit; and some are ethereal and ethereal, making people feel as if they are in a fairyland in the clouds.

Ling Ye tightly grasped the Chi Lingxiao Sword, and the sword body suddenly burst into a dazzling red light. This light seemed to have its own consciousness, smart and sharp.

It was like thousands of slender tentacles of light, drilling into the surging and roaring vortex of black spiritual power.

Each ray of light is capturing every surge of the vortex, not missing any subtle changes, as if it wants to completely dismantle and analyze this mysterious vortex of spiritual power and gain insight into its every secret.

For a moment, the breath of everyone on the battlefield suddenly stopped in this strange atmosphere.

The air seemed to be solidified by this inexplicable force, breathing became difficult, every inhalation felt like tearing at the dry throat, and every exhalation was accompanied by a heavy sense of depression.

Pu Chuang stood there in a daze, his eyes wide open, filled with fear and disbelief.

His lips trembled slightly, but no sound came out.

His body seemed to be imprisoned by invisible shackles, and his feet were like steel cast into the ground, motionless.

The scene in front of him kept changing like a revolving lantern, light and darkness intertwined, mysterious music and the surge of spiritual power intertwined. These images were like being glued to his pupils by strong glue, and each scene set off a storm in his heart. Fear was like weeds in the wilderness, spreading wildly in his heart, filling his heart with endless panic.

Liu Miao struggled to keep his body steady, wondering secretly in his heart, where did this strange music come from?

Could it be that it is inextricably linked to the Spirit Stone?

She raised her eyes to look at Ling Ye, and saw that he was concentrating on controlling the Chi Ling Xiao Sword, trying to crack the secret of the black spiritual power vortex, and she couldn't help feeling a little worried.

She was well aware of Ling Ye's strength, but the unknown force before them was too powerful. Could they really escape unscathed?

"Ling Ye, be careful!" Liu Miao couldn't help but shout, and his voice sounded particularly abrupt in this silent battlefield.

Lingye looked back at her, a hint of determination flashed in his eyes: "Don't worry, I'm fine. You should be careful."

After saying this, he once again focused his attention on the vortex of spiritual energy, and the Red Spiritual Sword in his hand shone even brighter.

At this moment, Qin Xiaochuan suddenly shouted: "There is something wrong with this music, it seems to be interfering with the circulation of my spiritual power!" He kept changing seals with his hands, trying to dispel the interference, but to no avail.

Yan Zhaoheng also frowned: "I felt it too. This music seems to have an invisible force that is suppressing our spiritual power." He tightly grasped the "Qingying" sword in his hand and looked around vigilantly.

Gu Lanqing quietly took out the sachet her mother left for her and sniffed it gently, trying to get some comfort from it. Her eyes revealed a trace of confusion: "What is going on? What should we do?"

Liu Miao took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down: "No matter what, we can't panic."

Just as everyone was discussing countermeasures, the black spiritual power vortex suddenly changed.

It began to spin rapidly, and the space around it distorted. A powerful suction force came from the center of the vortex, as if it was going to swallow everything.

Seeing this, Ling Ye immediately shouted, "Everyone be careful, the power of this vortex has increased!"

He thrust the Chi Ling Xiao Sword into the ground with all his strength, trying to steady his body, but the powerful suction caused his feet to leave two deep marks on the ground.

Liu Miao gritted his teeth and decided in his heart: "I can't just sit there and wait for death. I'm going to try and see if I can find the weakness of this vortex."

After that, she rushed towards the whirlpool regardless of everyone's attempts to stop her.

"Liu Miao, don't!" Ling Ye shouted and wanted to chase after him, but he was trapped by the powerful suction and couldn't move.

As Liu Miao approached the whirlpool, she felt a strong pressure, as if countless invisible hands were pulling her.

Her body began to tremble slightly, but her eyes became more determined.

Just when Liu Miao was about to be swallowed by the whirlpool, she suddenly felt a familiar power surging from her body.

She looked down and found that her palm was shining with the same light as the Spirit Stone.

"Is this the power of the spiritual stone?" Liu Miao was shocked, and then realized that this might be their only hope.

She concentrated her mind, mobilized the power in her body, and tried to become one with this force.

As Liu Miao worked harder, the light in her palm became brighter and brighter, and the powerful pressure gradually weakened.

She took the opportunity to leap forward and finally entered the center of the vortex.

In the center of the vortex, Liu Miao saw a strange sight.

A sphere emitting a faint light was suspended in the air, surrounded by countless runes. These runes kept flashing, as if telling ancient secrets.

Ling Ye finally broke free from the suction and rushed to meet Liu Miao.

"Is this the core of the spiritual stone?" Liu Miao guessed in his heart and turned to look at Ling Ye.

Ling Ye nodded slightly, his eyes full of vigilance.

They approached the sphere cautiously, trying to touch it.

The moment Liu Miao's fingers touched the sphere, a stream of information poured into their minds, including the memory of their ancestors sealing the Spirit Stone, as well as the cause of this disaster - the seal loosened, allowing evil forces to overflow.

The method of re-sealing it also emerged: one needs to use one's own spiritual power as a guide to resonate with the core of the spiritual stone in order to re-strengthen the seal, but this process consumes a great deal of spiritual power, and if one is not careful, one will die from spiritual power exhaustion.

Liu Miao looked at Ling Ye, with a determined light in his eyes: "This is our only chance. I can't just watch this space and time being destroyed."

Ling Ye held Liu Miao's hand tightly: "I'll go with you." The two looked at each other and simultaneously circulated their spiritual power to establish resonance with the core of the spiritual stone.

As spiritual power continued to be injected, the surrounding runes glowed brighter and the black spiritual power vortex began to dissipate rapidly.

But just as the seal was about to be completed, the two men's spiritual energy was about to be exhausted and their bodies were crumbling.

Liu Miao gritted her teeth and insisted: "Hold on a little longer, we will succeed soon!"

Ling Ye took a deep breath, trying to hold on to the spiritual power that was constantly leaking out, and made a final effort with Liu Miao.

Finally, as the last trace of black spiritual power was sealed, the surrounding space returned to calm and the light gradually dissipated.

Liu Miao and Ling Ye collapsed to the ground, exhausted but relieved.