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Chapter 523 What’s the price?

The sky exploded with lightning, and dark clouds rolled over the entire Silver Land Dynasty.

"boom--!"

Nine purple lightning bolts tore through the clouds like mad dragons, and Murong Ziyan stepped on the lightning bolts. Her crimson robe rustled, and the jade hairpin in her hair emitted lightning patterns, turning the soul-devouring vines into charcoal wherever she passed.

"Where is my Yunyin disciple!"

The clear shout was accompanied by a thunderstorm that blasted into the ground, shaking the entire underground city. The Soul Devouring Clan's siege suddenly came to a halt - the three huge parasitic soul veins actually cracked under the extreme thunder power.

At the first encounter, Murong Zi Yan suppressed thousands of Soul-Devouring Clan with destructive thunder magic!
Bang!
A gap appeared in the dungeon, and the people who were already at the end of their strength looked out. Murong Zi Yan stood in the air, and under the bombardment of purple thunder, not a single Soul Devouring Clan member could get close!
"Aunt, you are here."

Yang Feng's weak voice came from the black cloud that was entangled in the dungeon, and then Yang Feng's broken body fell out of it, and he completely lost consciousness.

"Uncle-master Murong!" the Yunyin disciple cried out while lying on the ground sobbing.

Elder Yun, who was about to follow E Pengyou in imprisonment, had already ignited his golden elixir, but it was extinguished by Murong Ziyan's finger. His eyes turned black and he fainted.

"Uncle Murong, we have fought to the end."

Yang Fuhu's eyes were filled with tears. Sacrifice and death were happening behind him. He could only watch everyone sacrifice themselves while sitting here, conserving his last spiritual power.

In the entire underground city, Yang Fu is the only one who has the strength to fight.

The others have already overdrawn their potential, used up all their elixirs, and are only one step away from burning their lives and perishing together.
Murong Zi Yan looked at the miserable state of the crowd, and lightning patterns in her eyes suddenly increased.

"Anyone who touches my soul-devouring tribe shall be killed!"

"Thunder Dragon Hand!"

Murong Zi Yan formed seals with her hands, and in an instant, thunderclouds rolled in!
A hundred-foot-high pool of thunder pours down from the sky!

In the thunder pool, three huge dragon claws condensed from lightning grabbed towards the three parasitic spirit veins!

She wants to single-handedly fight against the three most powerful parasites of the Soul Devouring Clan!

“Chirp~~~”

“Chirp, chirp, chirp~”

"Chirp~"

Countless Soul Devourers lying on the three parasitic spirit veins let out shrill screams, and their tails inserted into the spirit stones desperately absorbed spiritual power. The three parasitic spirit veins were connected at the same time, and a huge wooden protective shield covering an area of ​​thirty miles was raised!

hum! ! !
The three thunder dragon claws grabbed the wooden protective shield.

Boom boom boom~
Three explosions!

The three parasitic spirit veins were severely shaken by this devastating thunder spirit power, and they fell to the ground one after another.

But this protective shield was pushed down.

Murong Ziyan's powerful attack did not kill the Soul Devouring Clan.
But this blow also made Yang Fu's eyes widen.

'Master Murong is so powerful that Yang Feng and Yang Qiangwei could barely control one parasitic spiritual vein when they attacked at the same time, but Master Murong actually forced back three parasitic spiritual veins with one attack. This parasitic spiritual vein possesses the strongest power of the golden elixir, and has an almost endless supply of spiritual power.'

'Even though I have overestimated Uncle Murong's strength many times, it is still not enough.'

Murong Zi Yan showed the Yang family a sentence: realm is realm, strength is strength.

She seems to be only half a level behind Yang Feng, but there is still a huge difference in strength.

But at this time, Murong Zi Yan's cold expression became even colder, and she, who had always suppressed others with force, also became cautious.

The parasitic spirit vein burst out with vigorous spiritual power, and its strength was restored in a moment.

He took a step forward towards Murong Zi Yan, with hundreds of thousands of Soul-Devouring Clan crawling on the ground behind him, ready to parasitize this group of powerful men at any time.

"Chichi~ A strong man of the human race. You are very strong, even stronger than the strongest man in this dynasty."

"Your body is what our mother wants."

"Since you're here, let's stay together."

The parasitic spirit vein made the sound of a hundred thousand Soul Devourers overlapping each other. Although it was awkward, it was already a human voice.

Then, the three parasitic spirit veins launched an attack at the same time!
Branches were flying all over the sky, instantly covering the area into a wood space.

Poisonous fog, mushrooms, wood spirits.
The attacks were everywhere, attacking Murong Zi Yan, and also attacking everyone who showed their heads in the dungeon.

Murong Zi Yan’s pressure suddenly reached its maximum!
She not only has to protect the people below, but also has to fight against the Soul-Devouring Clan who have endless spiritual power.

Yang Fu also stood up at this time. He wanted to use everything he had learned throughout his life to protect everyone. Even if it meant death, he would not step back.

Ding ding ding~~~
Suddenly, the sound of a piano came from the sky!
"The Song of Killing!"

In just a moment, a crack appeared in the air!
Nine sound blades split the wood space that enveloped Murong Zi Yan, and the poisonous fog dissipated!

Nine monks came over riding on zithers, and wherever the sound waves passed, the soul-devouring vines were broken into pieces.

Shangguan Yixin, dressed in white, stroked the tail zither gently: "The Shangguan family will bring the "Breaking Formation Song" to help!"

Afterwards, a strange melody spread throughout the space, and Murong Zi Yan and Yang Fu were enveloped by a layer of murderous aura that was as condensed as substance!
This energy connects heaven and earth, as if it were a natural killing god!
"Music shapes life!"

Shangguan Yixin can already use music to change people's fate!

Yang Feng and Murong Zi Yan were directly given the fate of being a killing god. The two of them would be tireless in the killing and would become stronger with each battle.

Thunderclouds surged in Murong Zi Yan's hands, and the nine-day thunder tribulation fell.

Boom boom boom!
Defeat the three parasitic spirit veins again!

A large number of Soul-Eating Clan members were shattered into pieces by the remaining power of the God of Death!

"Heavenly Thunder·Flying Thunder Sword!"

Yang Fu turned into lightning, pulled out the [Ruyi Fantasy Sword], and the tip of the sword pointed at the green protective shield of the parasitic spiritual vein!

The green protective cover dented instantly. It dented again and again.
When the tip of Yang Fujian's sword was about to touch the parasitic spiritual vein, a green light flashed on the bodies of the three of them, and their spiritual power was restored again.

Bang!
Yang Fu was flung out!

Despite Murong Zi Yan's massive attack, the three parasitic spirit veins of the Soul-Devouring Clan were still standing.

Shangguan Yixin sighed.

"It's really a miracle of nature. According to my family's records, this creature was like a wild dog on the roadside in ancient times. It would kill the passing humans by releasing a little of its residual power. I didn't expect that it would destroy an entire dynasty and we are powerless to do anything about it."

Yang Fu's attack failed and he flew back at lightning speed.

His body movements were extremely fast, completely making up for his previous shortcomings.

He stood beside Shangguan Yixin, bowed and said:

"Thank you, Brother Shangguan, for coming to help."

"Heh~ Don't thank me yet. When you go back, take care of that awful Yang Qiangjing of yours. She is such a hateful person."

He said through gritted teeth.

If Yang Qiangjing had not threatened him, he would not have brought the elite troops of the Shangguan family here. He is now completely different from before, and the support of the Shangguan family has made him even more powerful.

With these eight people combined, he dared to fight even Murong Ziyan.

Dendenden~
Although he said it was hateful, Shangguan Yixin was playing "Sedation".

The sound of the piano spread to all the monks in the underground city, calming their minds. At the same time, a force was generated in their bodies to help them recover from their injuries quickly. Yang Fujian, who was the most seriously injured, was left with only an intact head, and he was still glaring at the Soul-Devouring Clan.

After hearing this song, I finally closed my eyes, my heart began to beat strongly, and a trace of blood slowly emerged from my bones.
Yang Fu also breathed a sigh of relief.

In the state of Nirvana, even if the physical body is destroyed, as long as the heart is still beating, the body can be restored again.

This is the only advantage that martial artists have over cultivators.

As long as there is breath, the body will be immortal.

At this time, the nine members of the Shangguan family, playing the instruments combined with Murong Zi Yan's attacks, could only tie with the Soul Devouring Clan's army and were unable to destroy them.

The surrounding ground began to tremble again.
More and more Soul-Eating Clan rushed over from the Silver Land Dynasty.

"No, we can't drag it on any longer. If we can't win quickly, we have to retreat!"

Yang Fu said, "Don't worry, there are reinforcements. It's better to kill these foreigners, otherwise they will become trouble sooner or later."

Shangguan Yixin smiled and didn't seem worried.

And the next moment, a gust of wind blew from behind everyone.

huh~~~
"Fan blast!"

A whistling sound of wind was heard!

An old man waved a fan, and strong winds swept through the entire Soul-Eating Clan, instantly blowing away all their defenses!

Feng Yi!

Yang Fu’s pupils widened!
He knew that there would be a lot of reinforcements, but he didn't expect it to be Feng Yi!
This person is the Yang family’s most mortal enemy right now!

The two families have experienced a large-scale war, which can be said to be a fight to the death!
How could he come to save the Yang family?
He wished all the Yang family members would die!
At this time, Feng Yi's gaze turned towards the underground city, directly passed by Yang Fu who was standing in front of the crowd, and directly hit Yang Feng who was unconscious inside, and his anger suddenly filled his body!

"Feng family disciples, kill them!"

"kill!!!"

100 elite Feng family soldiers, blessed by the Shangguan family's music, used wind magic to bring a heavy blow to the Soul-Devouring Clan!

Ye Liyue, with a head full of white hair but still looking heroic, rushed towards the dungeon with tears streaming down her face.

"My grandson~"

Yang Fu moved slightly, and the Ruyi Magic Sword turned into a huge spear, blocking it.

"Sorry, I can't let anyone near them right now."

"I'm his grandmother!"

"I'm his father."

In the end, Yang Fu did not let Ye Liyue get close to Yang Feng, Yang Qiangwei and others.

The arrival of the Feng family has obviously tilted the balance of victory in favor of everyone.

At worst, with the help of the Feng family's wind magic, everyone can retreat calmly.

But...that's not enough!
Murong Zi Yan was furious when she saw the elder of the Tuling Pavilion of the Yunyin Lingzong being forced to death, many disciples being killed or injured, and her adopted nephew Yang Feng being forced into a desperate situation.

"Fellow Taoists, help me! We must destroy these evil spirits today!"

She hated evil and would never allow this evil thing to hunt down sect disciples and dynasty members again!
She didn't dare to think about what terrible things would happen if she came a step later.

Her best friends, the Yang family, her beloved sect, the 2000 monks, and her newly adopted nephew, would all become this disgusting race.

But the combined skills of the Soul Devouring Clan are indeed powerful.

Murong Zi Yan became more and more angry as she failed to conquer the enemy.

"This wood race plus the earth monks are really hard to kill."

The Earth Element is good at defense, the Wood Element is endless, and the Soul-Devouring Clan has mastered some of the techniques of the Silver Land Dynasty monks. They can be said to be extremely terrifying in terms of defense.

Moreover, the techniques that were originally unfamiliar to him became more and more proficient.

None of the people practiced fire, and fighting with them was like being stuck in a quagmire.

At this moment, thousands of golden willows suddenly sprang out from the ground, and a vast and majestic breath of life swept over!

"Hahaha~ Can such a filthy and poisonous thing be called a wood element?"

Liu Changqing, the protector of the Liu family, had his hair and beard standing upright, and he came forward stepping on a vine throne formed by countless Soul-Eating Clan members!
All the Soul-Eating Clan members in the surrounding area were involuntarily drawn into his fold and became part of his throne the moment they encountered his spiritual power.

The parasitic creature encountered a true grandmaster of wood cultivation!

Liu Changqing's throne swelled high, and countless vines shot out from Liu Changqing's body. In an instant, it turned into a majestic giant tree, standing between heaven and earth.

The tree exudes the pressure of a top-level wood-type expert!

"You wood monsters, now that you have seen the future, why don't you bow?"

Yang Fu’s knees almost gave way and he was about to kneel down!

"Very powerful wood method"

The Soul Devourers seemed to have met their nemesis. A large number of them crawled on the ground, trembling.

The three parasitic spirit veins relied on their huge spiritual power and condensation to resist the pressure from the Wood Element Grandmaster, but their strength was no longer as strong as before.

"good chance!"

A flash of lightning flashed in Murong Ziyan's eyes, and she saw the weakness
A thunder knife slowly appeared in his hand
[Superior Spiritual Weapon: Thunder Prison]

"It's better to arrive at the right time than to arrive early. I, Old Pig, will join in the fun!"

A flying pig came from the horizon, and a little bear on it focused its gaze, then patted its chest and pointed its paw at Murong Ziyan.

"I'm here to help you!"

The little bear then descended from the sky, released the seal of the shapeshifting technique, and his body grew in the wind.

When it was about to hit the ground, it had turned into a giant bear a hundred meters tall!
Bang! ! !
A pair of iron fists smashed hard on the protective shield supported by the three parasitic spirit veins.

Wow~
Just smash it!

“Thunder Blade Purgatory!!!”

Murong Ziyan and his sword became one, transforming into divine thunder that filled the sky, like a calamity from heaven, directly judging all the Soul Devouring Clan!

A year later, Yang Keun Suk still remembers that scene.

"That day, I saw how resilient the human race is."

"That day, I saw my senior give up his life for the sect's genius"

"That day, I saw my former enemy, put aside my hatred, and fought against the alien race."

"That day, I saw the demon race repaying their gratitude."

"That day, I saw the exquisite magic of the ancient immortals."

"That day, I saw the pinnacle that a Jindan-stage cultivator could reach."

"That day, the human race's genius shone like a star."

"But what's the price?"

Yang Keun Suk often thought, if what happened that day was the end.
If it weren't for what happened later, he even felt that he would believe in friendship again, believe in the love between a mother and her children, and believe in the bond between the human race.

Standing at this historical crossroads, Yang Keun Suk couldn't help but recall that day a year ago.

But that's over.

He sat in the defense army headquarters and patted Mr. Xue on the shoulder.

"Congratulations on becoming my first disciple. From now on, you will be immune to all diseases and your life span will reach the peak of human lifespan. You can achieve everything you want."

At this time, Mr. Xue had changed from his sickly appearance to a strong old man, with bulging muscles all over his body, thick black hair, and a pair of eyes that were full of brilliance.

He knelt on his knees and kowtowed three times and bowed nine times.

Excitedly shouted out those two words:

"master!"

Mr. Xue has been reborn.

But. What is the cost?
Yang Keun-suk walked out of the military headquarters and rode on the golden-haired Xiaoyan, who was like a horse.

"walk home."

At the same time, the people of the Yang family who were waiting anxiously in Guangming City finally heard the voice of the ancestor.

"Qiang Jing, fire it."

Yang Qiangjing pressed the red button, and nuclear bombs carrying a breath of destruction roared out from Guangming City!
(End of this chapter)