ninety thousand miles

Chapter 477: Livelihood
Li Chuan looked down at the golden sword in his hand. Fortunately, he did not try to get the heavy sword at that time. And what Elder Mi said was indeed good advice. In an emergency, you should do whatever is convenient.

Sword lights flashed across the courtyard
The house where he had slept before had been split into two parts. If it weren't for the barrier, the entire street outside would have been reduced to ruins.

Thinking of this, Li Chuan shrank to the side a little, and then he went to see the situation in the yard.

The mist kept changing its shape, wandering in the gaps between the sword lights.

The sword light didn't seem to be able to really hurt her. Li Chuan followed the light to see the form of the demon spirit. What on earth was she? She had no physical body, Li Chuan was sure of this. Even if she had a physical body like a human, she had been by the dark river of the heart abyss for so long that her physical body had long been dissolved.

How on earth did she survive in the Heart Abyss for over 30,000 years? And it looked like she could survive for another 30,000 years?
Or, what on earth is she?
Silk threads of varying lengths and thicknesses, similar in structure to Abyssal silk, strung together one yellow floc after another, twisting under the illumination of the red sword light.

Sometimes the evil spirit would meet the sharp sword light in a provocative manner, but would turn around nimbly and float to another place the moment the sword was about to touch it. Sometimes it would deliberately turn into a mist, as if to escape from the confrontation, and then when the sword moves swung, it would attack Wen Guying's weak spot as if mockingly, and then lightly touch it and escape again.

Taoist Master Wen has a high realm but his cultivation is not enough, while Senior Sister Yao seems to be more specialized in the art of sealing barriers and seems to be even inferior to Taoist Master Wen in actual combat.

If the stalemate continues, the advantage will tilt towards the demons.

Yao Shuang seemed to realize this as well. After reinforcing the seal, she took out a black shovel and watched for a while the fight between Wen Guying and the evil spirit. Then she stretched out her hand and the black shovel flew towards the evil spirit. With a bang, she shoveled it down.

Li Chuan looked at the cracked ground at his feet. The crack was deep. If the shovel fell on him, he would definitely die.

He retracted his toes, probably thinking that this time, Senior Sister Yao had not forgotten that he was still in the courtyard.

The mist seemed to collapse somewhat, just as he had just tried to make the mark.

Senior Sister Yao's black shovel can not only dig out tangible objects, but she tried to use it to dig out everything that blocked her.

Li Chuan continued to watch.

What kind of existence is the evil spirit?

After Wen Guying and Yao Shuang joined forces, the demon spirit was no longer as at ease. It began to collapse frequently. Although it could be repaired immediately after each collapse, it finally allowed Li Chuan to penetrate the chaotic dots and horizontal lines. He found the center point where all the chains intersected through the chaotic dots and horizontal lines.

Li Chuan stared at that point closely.

It looked no different from the other light yellow flocs in the fog, but it was changing, opening up layer by layer, and when the last layer opened, it disappeared, and all the chains changed their shapes and positions.

Where did it go?

Li Chuan searched slowly.

His vision was filled with strange and bizarre things. In the changes of dots and horizontal lines, a lot of information was flowing to him. He could already understand the meaning of some of them, and he could guess some of them, but there was still a part that he couldn't figure out.

If you don’t understand it, then don’t think about it.

A monk's practice of Buddhism is like a blind man groping in the dark. Why should he wait until everything is clear?

At this time, he saw that spot again, and he immediately rubbed the Tianyin pot.

Wen Guying heard the sound of the pot, and the movement of his hands changed. Several sword energies were directed at the demon spirit from several directions at the same time. When Yao Shuang noticed Wen Guying's movement, she took back the black shovel and locked the surroundings with runes again.

The sword energy penetrated the mist. Wen Guying also felt the changes in the demon spirit mist through the sword energy. The gem on the hilt became brighter, and the red light meandered through the cracks, filling them up.

The air in the courtyard seemed to become scorching hot.

The ripples of the pot sound spread layer by layer, flowing over every layer of mist, every strand of abyss, and every drop of flocculent matter. Li Chuan did not try to control them. He kept knocking on the Tianyin pot to ensure that every point and every line was covered in ripples. The demon spirit also heard the pot sound. She tried to break free and tried to use the ups and downs of the mist to affect the rhythm of the ripples, but she found that she could not do it.

Wen Guying's sword moves were completely different from before. The sword energy burned holes in the mist. She could heal these wounds easily, but the female monk inserted runes before her wounds healed. The runes merged with the sword energy and burned in her body.

That rune restrains the demons.

Even though she is now...

The demon spirit heard the sound of the pot getting louder. She realized something was wrong, and the mist gathered again and flew towards Li Chuan. Li Chuan did not move. He tracked the position of that point, and then he stretched out his hand. His hand deftly passed through the gap between the point and the horizontal line. When he was about to touch that point, his finger once again drew the mark in the ripples.

He felt the dots and lines falling from his fingers like quicksand amid the ripples.

Is that it?

Just as he was thinking this, he saw the fog again. The fog swirled and seeped underground. He looked carefully again and soon saw the point that connected all the abyss threads.

Escaped.

A layer of white frost appeared on the bluestone floor. Li Chuan saw some patterns on the frost, which looked like some kind of crack. This crack...

The crimson sword light reflected on the crack.

In silence, that point was repeatedly strangled by layer upon layer of sword energy until it completely collapsed.

It was unknown how long it took for the fight to end. Wen Guying sheathed his sword and walked towards Li Chuan.

Li Chuan was so tired that he couldn't even lift his head. He said, "Is this bait of mine acceptable?"

Wen Guying said, "You are almost stealing my work. No, you can't steal my limelight like this."

"Is the demon dead?" Li Chuan asked, and then said, "It can't be that easy. We can destroy it, right?"

"It's not the real body." Yao Shuang answered him.

"Oh oh." Li Chuan said, feeling somewhat expected but also a little disappointed.

Wen Guying said: "I left a trace of her breath. Someone will track her down later, and the fight will not stop until she is dead."

"Then..." Li Chuan looked at the completely collapsed house and the messy yard and asked, "Where are we going to sleep today?"

Yao Shuang said: "I will restore it."

"That's good." Li Chuan said.

The sky finally brightened up completely.

Li Chuan said, "Are you hungry? I am hungry. How about we go out and have something hot to eat first?"

"Very good." Wen Guying said.

Yao Shuang also nodded.

(End of this chapter)