Wan Jian returns to his clan!

Chapter 38 The Dispersing Light, the Lament of the Azure Sky (Seeking Monthly Tickets)
Too late to say.

That was fast...

Lu Wubing suddenly erupted, his combat power increased dramatically, and after instantly killing Song Zhong of the Taiping Axe, he turned to fight Deng Yuan, the Yin Yang Monk.

He came and went like lightning, his sword flashing.

A staff shadow loomed across the sky ahead, and amidst the maniacal laughter of the Yin-Yang Monk, the two fought with increasing intensity.

In the eyes of Ouyang Lan and Ji Wenxiu.

However, they discovered that Lu Wubing couldn't break through, like a moth caught in a web.

It flies extremely fast and attacks extremely fiercely.

But as soon as he gets close to the Yin-Yang Monk, his speed will decrease by nearly half.

Blocked by the opponent's profound internal energy, the sword speed was slowed down, forcing the opponent to counter each move and dodge and change tactics.

They were actually at a disadvantage.

Ouyang Lan looked extremely anxious, gritted her teeth, and dodged several times with her feet, circling in an arc. Just as Lu Wubing retreated after failing to attack with his sword, she suddenly pounced.

This time, she did not use the [Thirteen Deadly Swords], nor did she use the Heavenly Star Sect's advanced signature sword technique, the [Seven Star Shaking Light Sword].

Instead, he struck a strange pose.

Hold the sword with both hands on the left side, with the right shoulder protruding forward, the right palm tucked in and the five fingers spread wide.

As she approached the Yin-Yang Monk, her legs moved like a bow and arrow, and she ducked to dodge the horizontal strike of his staff.

As her hair billowed like clouds, she cried out, "Disperse!"

As the clear sound rang in his ears, the Yin-Yang Monk Deng Yuan's face was full of disdain and cruelty, and he was about to strike back with his staff.

He finally saw it.

This little girl who just joined the battle, although her cultivation level was higher, had already reached the upper stage of the seventh rank.

However, with such limited internal energy, the sword speed was so slow.

If she dares to get close, the next blow will turn her into mincemeat.

But at this moment.

Ouyang Lan held the sword with both hands, pulling her left arm horizontally and pushing her right arm outward, exerting force at the same time.

The longsword in his hand suddenly shattered into dozens of bright, glittering fragments.

The fragments transformed into a torrent.

Whoosh...

Like a stream of light shooting out

Break through the Yin-Yang Monk's protective strength.

When Ouyang Lan unleashed the "Shaking Light Powder" technique, she experienced a sharp pain in her meridians, coughed up a mouthful of blood, and her legs went weak, making it difficult for her to stand.

Concentrate all your strength for one strike; it's either the enemy who dies or you who perish.

When my mother passed on this sword technique, she had already said that it should never be used unless it was a matter of life and death.

Once used, it leaves the body completely exhausted, with no chance of resistance.

As soon as Ouyang Lan drew her sword, she watched as the Vajra Force surrounding the Yin-Yang Monk was pierced through like smoke, but her eyes showed no worry or fear, only a hint of anticipation.

She knew that her junior brother would not let her down.

Not only did Lu Wubing not disappoint her.

Ji Wenxiu didn't have it either.

As Ouyang Lan rushed forward, she didn't notice that Ji Wenxiu, who arrived right after her, had a delicate, porcelain-like face that was so red it looked like it was about to bleed.

He was steaming hot, and the light and shadow around him were distorted.

Instead of swinging her sword forward, the little girl leaped into the air, like a phoenix spreading its wings, her arms outstretched.

At the same time, she opened her small mouth and let out a clear whistle.

"what!"

It is unimaginable how such a loud and clear cry could come from Ji Wenxiu's petite figure.

The whistling sound was heard.

The entire mountain forest trembled, and the leaves rustled.

Birds and insects all shrank their necks, as if they had encountered some natural enemy.

Even Ouyang Lan, who had just used her ultimate move, and Lu Wubing, who seized the opportunity and struck with lightning speed, felt a sharp pain in their eardrums...

It felt as if someone was holding a sharp needle, testing the limits of what my ears could bear.

For a moment, my mind went blank, and all the sounds around me disappeared...

The first to be affected was the Yin-Yang Monk Deng Yuan, not to mention him.

boom……

His head felt like it had been hit by a sledgehammer, and blood was seeping from his ear canals.

A pair of fierce, orange-yellow eyes, slightly rolled back...

Clearly, he was stunned for a moment.

And this moment.

It is the boundary between life and death.

When the Yin-Yang Monk regained his senses and his eyes shone, he felt a sharp pain in his throat.

"laugh……"

The sword flashed and pierced through his neck.

The first thing he heard after his hearing returned was the sound of a gust of wind.

No.

It's not the wind.

It was the sound of his own blood splattering.

"I……"

Yin Yang Toutuo could not believe that he would die at the hands of three little guys.

These people look unremarkable.

Their cultivation level was so low that it was uninteresting, like an ant that could be killed at will.

But surprisingly, each of them possessed a unique and unusual skill.

Let's join forces.

He was beaten so badly that he had almost no chance to fight back.

"Boom..."

The Yin-Yang Monk, who died with his eyes wide open, slowly fell backward to the ground as Lu Wubing drew his sword.

The two girls beside Lu Wubing, one tall and one short, were also leaning precariously.

One person falls to the left.

One person lies prone to the right.

Lu Wubing released his sword and caught the two of them.

A wisp of smoke mixed with blood mist was uncontrollably inhaled by the Yin-Yang Monk through his open mouth. He felt his spirit once again transform into raging flames.

That bloodthirsty and violent thought transformed into a seed, deeply imprinted in the sea of ​​consciousness.

It's like having consumed a super-nutritious tonic; you feel the urge to vent, the urge to kill...

He even looked at the two women supporting him.

It was like seeing an incredibly delicious feast.

"Damn it... what kind of crappy technique is this?"

Lu Wubing suppressed his inner turmoil and helped the two of them lean against the tree stump on the grass.

Without even bothering to find a clean place, he immediately sat down cross-legged on the spot, his eyes red.

I used all my strength.

Suppressing the boiling blood and qi...

Controlling the internal energy within his body, the surging, boiling [Dripping Water Force] energy frantically impacted the [Hand Lesser Yin Heart Meridian].

The last shred of reason in his mind allowed him to recall what Senior Sister Xiaolan had said that day.

The Hand Shaoyin Heart Meridian governs emotions, enabling one to maintain a clear and calm mind at all times.

The "dripping water force" is the most balanced and peaceful, making it extremely difficult to go astray or become possessed by evil.

As long as internal strength remains, external evils will naturally stay away.

That makes sense.

However, Lu Wubing discovered that a bucket of water seemed unable to extinguish the raging fire.

His internal energy was insufficient.

It seemed as if the scene had once again descended into bloodshed and slaughter.

He recalled his lofty ambitions as a young man in his past life, and how he later had to bow down for a meager living, toiling away day and night for just a few taels of silver...

Then he thought about how his life in this world, which was originally so good and he could have lived the life of a rich young master that countless people envied, had finally turned into smoke under the threat of the East Sea Sword Sect.

A feeling of pent-up frustration welled up inside me, but I couldn't quite express it.

"Heaven creates all things to nourish man, but man has nothing to repay Heaven. Kill, kill, kill! This bullshit says there is no one in the world who cannot be killed."

"Devouring spirits and souls to strengthen one's body and soul, integrating all sword techniques under heaven, forging a divine sword that reaches the heavens, and seeking immortality through the sword."

"Release your true self and break free from all shackles. What is morality or law? They are all rules set by the strong for the weak. Why should we abide by them?"

The law of the jungle prevails over the weak; it has always been so, and it will continue to be so in the future…

"If I one day achieve my lofty ambitions, I will dare to laugh at Huang Chao for not being a true man!"

All sorts of thoughts, like a river bursting its banks, gradually eroded Lu Wubing's rationality.

Until a series of clear and pleasant incantations reached my ears.

The incantation was like the wisps of smoke rising from a Taoist temple, floating in the clouds...

It sounded like the tolling of a Buddhist temple bell, echoing in the distant sky.

Finally, it transforms into a gentle drizzle, drifting down into my heart.

In a daze, Lu Wubing seemed to see a fertile field, with green shoots growing and flowers blooming.

He smelled the fragrance of flowers and saw the flowing spring.

I also saw two pale little faces that looked concerned.

There was also a small mouth opening and closing, muttering something.

"What kind of spell is this?"

The violent intent, like an extinguished volcano, was pressed back deep into the earth by layers of ash and soil.

Lu Wubing felt his mind was cleansed, and for a moment, the scenery before his eyes became so bright.

There was no longer a trace of cynicism or murderous impulse.

We've made it through this hurdle!

Lu Wubing knew in his heart where the incantation that had been ringing in his ears had come from when he was in agony.

"It's the [Little Pure Sound Mantra] passed down by my aunt."

Ji Wenxiu let out a long sigh of relief, a smile spreading across her face.

She was just trying it out, and when she found that her spell actually worked, she was overjoyed.

"You know that the Ji family's inherited martial art, the Phoenix Blood of Heaven, is incredibly powerful, but you don't know that those who practice this art, while gaining immense benefits, will also be trapped by the Phoenix Blood."

Even those within the family had to admit that this was not "Phoenix Blood," but rather "Mad Blood."

My aunt left the capital when she was young and became a disciple of Mingyue Palace.

While there were various reasons, the primary one was the desire to find a way to suppress the Phoenix Blood's madness.

"It should be a success."

Lu Wubing thought of the incantation he had just heard. He had clearly heard it, but now he couldn't recall a single word of it.

It's truly quite miraculous.

"No, I only obtained some incomplete methods. They are useful, but they cannot eradicate the effects of [Mad Blood]."

However, I believe in my aunt's intelligence; one day she will solve this completely.

Ji Wenxiu's eyes would light up whenever she talked about her aunt, the Fairy of the Moon.

Clearly, she greatly admired that person.

"Let me teach you the [Little Pure Sound Mantra]. Senior brother, your desperate cultivation technique has serious consequences. It distorts the mind and damages the spirit. It is just right to use a mantra to suppress it."

According to my aunt, this mantra can alleviate any illness that affects the mind.

By the way, this spell requires a unique breathing technique; otherwise, you won't be able to remember it.

"I'll search them first and see if they have any treasures on them?"

Ouyang Lan suddenly said.

"Senior sister, listen to this together. It's just a small technique, and Aunt didn't instruct us not to pass it on to others. The more you learn, the more skills you'll have when you're traveling the world."

Thinking of Ouyang Lan's desperate attempt to survive by putting herself in a life-or-death situation, and how she concentrated all her cultivation into a single strike, Ji Wenxiu was filled with admiration.

The three of them had essentially shared a life-and-death experience together.

Their feelings were extraordinary.

Teaching techniques is a trivial matter, nothing in itself.

“Alright, I’ll learn it too. Not to mention the [Pure Sound Mantra], even if Junior Sister Wenxiu taught me that desperate [Azure Sky Chant] from before, I would dare to learn it.”

Ouyang Lan smiled broadly.

"Ahem, Senior Sister is joking. Without the Phoenix Blood, you cannot learn this sound technique."

"It injures itself before harming others... Even for me, using it once would result in serious injuries. The consequences would be far more severe than if you forcibly used [Yaoguang Powder]."

It turned out to be the case.

Lu Wubing looked at the two women who seemed to be seriously ill and suddenly realized what was going on.

……

Asking for a monthly ticket.

(End of this chapter)