Chapter 267: Internal and External Troubles and Restoration of Qingming
The Demon-Subduing Qinghui is the mysterious art of Patriarch Wuwei, which is most effective in dealing with demons. Its techniques are so exquisite that even the True Man Shangqing has only comprehended four or five percent of them.
Han Yang has reversed spiritual roots of water and fire, so theoretically this technique is not suitable for him. However, he is Yuan Qing's eldest disciple, and is the one being trained by Shang Qing Zhenren with the goal of making him the next headmaster.
Therefore, for the skills passed down by the ancestors, no matter how inappropriate they are, one must fully understand them. If there are young people with extraordinary talents in the sect in the future, they can also pass on these mysterious skills, so as not to break the inheritance of the ancestors.
Since it is not applicable, it naturally cannot exert its full strength. However, relatively speaking, even a little bit of Qinghui can severely damage ordinary demons.
There is nothing we can do, so we might as well give it a try. As Lingxiang often says, let's give it a try!
Han Yang rose up from the ground, his hands flying and he was muttering something. A clear light was seen all over Han Yang's body, just like the moonlight.
Xinyi only felt that the surroundings suddenly darkened. The only thing she could see was the cold sun in the sky emitting a light as cold and soft as the moon hanging in the night sky.
Specks of light surrounded the cold sun. After a moment, the light spots first looked like water drops, slowly falling one by one, but in the blink of an eye they became like a waterfall in the mountains pouring down, instantly covering the magnolia.
At this moment, Han Yang's words stopped abruptly. He suddenly opened his eyes, and his pupils became identical to the clear light. He then pointed his fingers at the wolf's head and shouted, "Go!"
A ray of light shot out like a sharp arrow, instantly submerging the wolf's head.
After a while, the dust settled and the cold sun set gently. As soon as Fang touched the ground, he was exhausted and knelt down, supporting himself on the ground with one hand, gasping for breath.
After all, it was not what he was good at, and the Demon-Subduing Qinghui consumed a lot of spiritual energy, so he felt a little tired for a while.
After Han Yang recovered a little, he wiped the sweat from his forehead and stood up, but...
But when he looked up, the wolf's head was still motionless, still in the posture of waiting for the knife!
This!
How is this going? !
Although there is no demonic energy sensed from that person, it is actually impossible for such an evil person to be a demon!
Han Yang was shocked, and even Xin Yi looked surprised.
Such a complicated martial art, one can tell at a glance that it is extremely powerful, yet Wolf Head not only took the full impact head-on, but also remained completely unscathed!
Xinyi naturally didn't know the art of exorcising the demon Qinghui.
Just as the two were surprised, they saw the wolf's feet move, and then the long knife stabbed, and a sharp knife energy rushed towards the two of them.
Han Yang had just used the Devil-Exorcising Clear Sunshine, so he didn't have the physical strength to dodge, let alone the spiritual power to use the Waves and Peaceful Art. Xin Yi could dodge, but if he dodged, Han Yang would have to take the hit.
The blade came rushing towards him, and as it was about to reach him, Han Yang could almost feel its sharpness. It felt like an embroidery needle piercing between his eyes.
At this moment, Xinyi turned around and stood in front of him, then suddenly pulled out a long blade from her waist and took the sword energy.
The sword energy was like an iron nail, hitting the long blade of the deer antler violently, and sparks flew in an instant.
The force of the sword energy was so strong that it hurt Xinyi's wrist bones. He felt as if he had taken on a real sword, and the force of the sword energy continued.
Xinyi roared in a deep voice, exerted force on his waist, and swung his long arms to throw the sword energy to his side.
In a moment, rocks exploded, trees fell, and dust rose.
Lingxiang saw all of this. When Hanyang rose up from the ground, she hurried forward and saw Xinyi with Hanyang and Wolfhead in a black robe.
This time, she saw it clearly, but Lingxiang secretly thought it was not good. Although Han Yang was at the Jindan stage, he was not good at the magic of exorcism. Forcing it to perform would only result in half the effort and twice the result. Moreover, Xinyi once said that the one called Wolf Head was a human.
Bamo Qinghui is a method of exorcism, how can it work on humans?
When the magic was finished, Lingxiang frowned even more tightly when she saw the wolf head lying motionless.
Sure enough!
But she couldn't help but think again: since he was a human, and Liu Xia got a purse embroidered by Miss Liu from him, then this person was most likely the Sang Mu he mentioned. But if he was Sang Mu, as a human, why would he work for the demons?
What is the reason behind this?
Lingxiang originally thought that there was no need to rush to clarify the matter, and thought about discussing other things after meeting Miss Liu, but now she had to face it.
Moreover, this person's aura was extremely strange, and it was hard to tell what was so strange about it for a while...
Did I miss something?
Lingxiang stared at the motionless wolf head and fell into deep thought. She felt as if she was covered by a net, and this wolf head was the key.
The fighting outside the formation was fierce, and there was also unrest inside Ding'an Residence.
Although the formation blocked out the sun, Zhao Wuyang could vaguely see Xinyi's figure, but for some reason, she seemed to be competing with someone.
Could it be Bai Wuchang? But how could he be Bai Wuchang's opponent? He had suffered before outside the water mirror!
When he thought of this, Zhao Wuyang suddenly became anxious, but monsters outside the formation came one after another, and the endless stream of monsters climbed on each other, making it difficult to see what was happening outside.
Just as Zhao Wuyang continued to look out through the gap between the monsters, a gust of wind came and smashed the gate on the side of him into pieces.
Zhao Wuyang immediately became alert and quickly turned around to avoid the attack. When he looked again, he saw that the person who punched him was...
“Seven…Seventh Brother!”
Long Qi's face was flushed and his eyes were blurred. Perhaps because he had punched too hard, the fine cloth on his body was bleeding. However, Long Qi seemed to be unaware of the pain and rushed towards Zhao Wuyang with his fist raised.
Zhao Wuyang dodged Long Qi's fists while calling out to Long Qi, but Long Qi seemed not to hear him. He kept chasing Zhao Wuyang as if he had seen his enemy, although he staggered.
Long Qi had learned the Red Fist before, and although he only knew the basics, it was also very destructive. As the two of them came and went, the courtyard was in a mess in a short while.
Zhao Wuyang knew at a glance that Long Qi was unconscious, but he couldn't wake him up no matter what he did. He saw that the doors and windows of the houses in the yard were smashed, but he was helpless.
You can't fight back, right? Long Qi is already injured, if he gets hurt even more, wouldn't it be worse?
Not only could he not fight back, but he also had to be careful not to lead Long Qi to the house where Cheng Xin Zhenren was in seclusion. Otherwise, if Long Qi saw Cheng Xin Zhenren, the consequences would be disastrous...
Long Qi only felt a wave of chaos coming over him, and the monsters outside the house kept roaring, which made him uneasy. Gradually, hallucinations began to appear, as if he saw Yinghuan right in front of him.
He was immediately furious, but he didn't know where Long Yuan was, so he could only throw a punch, but unexpectedly, Yinghuan dodged it.
Hearing Yinghuan's constant mockery, hatred grew in Long Qi's heart. He kept chasing her, but he could not catch up with her no matter what.
He could vaguely hear Zhao Wuyang's voice drowned out by the monster's roar, so he wanted to comfort him, but all he could say was a sporadic murmur: "It's okay...it's okay...Wuyang...I'm here..."
The darkness was like a tide, hitting the divine palace directly. Finally, Long Qi could no longer support himself and fell straight down on his back. He seemed to be extremely tired and even his breathing became much weaker.
But at this moment, a voice suddenly sounded, which made him suddenly clear-headed:
"You monsters are only following orders. The Life-Restoring Pill is here, why don't you hurry and follow me!"
It’s spiritual incense!
(End of this chapter)
