MOF Chapter 44

Chapter 44: Yin Fengyue Throws Herself into Lock Abyss, the Scarlet Robe Enters Lock Abyss, and Departs Forever…

“Why can’t I hear the zither music?” Si Wumian asked, puzzled.

“Mo Gongzi has been refined into a Yin corpse by Wen Liangchen. I’m afraid there’s something like a Gu poison inside him, so he can sense it.”

As soon as the words fell, the forbidden chamber was suddenly plunged into darkness.

The few of them, not knowing what was happening, hurriedly left the forbidden chamber, only to find the same scene outside.

The light between heaven and earth suddenly went out completely. The ninth heaven was dark, the earth was dim, the trees in the mountains broke, and wolves and tigers ran, and even evil winds blew, grinding people’s minds.

“What’s going on?” Si Wumian looked at the deepest part of the distant horizon.

Shen Heshuang said, “The night is dark, the gates of hell are wide open, could it be that something happened to Lock Abyss?”

Nangong Yue thought about the purpose of Lock Abyss and what was trapped there, and couldn’t help but feel a sense of urgency in her heart: “Sect Leader Shen, if there’s trouble in Lock Abyss, we must go there.”

The disciples of Cang Ling Du quickly lit up night-luminescent pearls, and the entire Immortal Sect was brightly illuminated.

Seeing that Shen Heshuang was still considering, Liu Weiyuan said, “Sect Leader Shen, please go without worry, leave Linyuan to me.”

He looked at Mo Wuchou: “Ayao, go with Immortal Lord Wumian to rest for a while.”

“No need.” Mo Wuchou shook his head and refused, “What is Uncle going to do? Can I help?”

Si Wumian said, “Wuchou, Qingyi Sanren probably thought of a way to save Mo San Gongzi, let’s not disturb him.”

Mo Wuchou glanced at Liu Weiyuan with some unease before nodding.

Seeing that the others had already made plans, Shen Heshuang no longer hesitated and said, “The affairs of Lock Abyss concern the common people of the world and must not go wrong. If Gongzi Yue has this intention, then go with this old man!”

Nangong Yue and Shen Heshuang soon left Cang Ling Du.

A disciple activated the luminous pearl in the forbidden chamber, illuminating the inside, and then retreated.

Liu Weiyuan entered the forbidden chamber and closed the door.

The pearl light outlined Mo Linyuan’s figure in the darkness. His eyes were rolled back, and he leaned his head back, against the wall. His chest rose and fell violently as he breathed rapidly. The nails of his drooping fingers had grown longer, but Liu Weiyuan couldn’t see this.

A light green glow slowly pounced towards Mo Linyuan. Liu Weiyuan used a spiritual incantation with complicated finger movements, forcibly calming down the emotionally unstable person in front of him.

A faint smell of medicinal herbs spread in the forbidden chamber. Liu Weiyuan’s expression remained unchanged, as if he had made up his mind to bet everything on this.

The worst outcome would be one life for another.

Outside, lightning flashed and thunder rumbled, and soon the sound of pouring rain came. As if driven by the wind, the rain poured down, engulfing heaven and earth.

The wind blew the rain, and the rain blew the wind, wetting the corridor.

Si Wumian retreated further inside, flicking away the raindrops with a wave of his sleeve. With this retreat, he bumped into Mo Wuchou.

Mo Wuchou slightly supported his back, and the corners of his mouth had just lifted when he thought of Liu Weiyuan now struggling in the forbidden chamber to help Linyuan get rid of the Yin corpse body, and they sank down again: “Wumian, do you think Fufeng Daozhang will have a way to save Linyuan?”

“This,” Si Wumian pondered, answering seriously, “I’m not sure. However, according to Gongzi Liu’s cultivation, there shouldn’t be any problems.”

The branches in the courtyard were full of drooping green leaves. The rain was too heavy, and it was unknown when it would stop.

Night had quietly descended, and the light was dim. Si Wumian looked at the strange, deep color in the distant sky: “Gongzi Yue and Sect Leader Shen have already gone to Lock Abyss. I hope they can successfully prevent this disaster.”

His words were scattered by the wind, and for a moment, they seemed a little ethereal and unreal.

Raindrops formed lines, and rain lines formed curtains, falling into people’s eyes with a stinging sensation.

Xie Yiling blinked his eyes forcefully, squeezing out the rainwater from his eyes.

This autumn rain came timely, but not timely.

The temperature around Lock Abyss dropped a lot for a while, but it also wrapped wind and carried rain, blowing people’s figures swaying and their vision unclear. Above was deafening thunder, and below was a hell of walking on thin ice.

Black Qi condensed in Wen Liangchen’s palm, transforming into a powerful force that attacked Nangong Ci.

The barrier under Nangong Ci’s feet, after receiving this blow, finally couldn’t hold on and collapsed. He reacted extremely quickly, retreating two steps. Unexpectedly, his luck was extremely bad at this time, and the place where he landed collapsed again.

One of Nangong Ci’s feet had already fallen down. With a flick of his wrist, he grabbed the middle of the Bìluò sword body, wanting to hang on.

Who would have thought that he was off by a section, and Bìluò passed through the blank space.

The feeling of weightlessness only existed for two seconds before it disappeared. Nangong Ci raised his head and saw a hand with faintly visible blue veins.

Xie Yiling held Bìluò tightly with one hand and grabbed Nangong Ci’s wrist with the other.

“Don’t move!” he said in a low voice, “I’ll pull you up!”

As he exerted force on his hand, a soft “crack” sound came from under his feet, and the two of them were stunned at the same time.

“Xie Ci,” Nangong Ci said calmly, “don’t move for now.”

Xie Yiling looked at the faintly cracked barrier under his feet and lightened his breathing.

A raindrop slowly flowed from his forehead to the tip of his nose, hung for a while, and then dripped onto the barrier with a “pa” sound, like the last drop of water that pierced the stone.

“It’s over,” Xie Yiling said blankly.

As soon as he finished speaking, his body sank, and the two of them fell down together.

Xie Yiling subconsciously wanted to grab something, but he found that Bìluò, which he had been holding in his hand, was gone. His wrist was held tightly by Nangong Ci, and he moved closer to the other person along the pulling force.

Nangong Ci hugged him. Their clothes were completely wet, and a few strands of wet hair stuck to their faces, causing a little itchiness. Suddenly, there was a solid feeling of stepping on the ground under their feet. It turned out that Bìluò had caught them.

Nangong Ci controlled the sword, barely staying in mid-air, wanting to take advantage of the heat wave to rise straight up.

An evil ghost clinging to the mountain wall jumped up, almost grabbing Nangong Ci’s hem. Then, with a “plop” sound, it sank into the magma.

Yin butterflies blocked the entrance. Gu Huanzhi, who was dealing with Wen Liangchen, noticed this and used spiritual power to draw a talisman and hit the butterfly swarm, wanting to disperse them so that Nangong Ci and the others could come up smoothly.

The Yin butterflies fluttered their wings and dispersed, but quickly regrouped and blocked the entrance again.

“Master, rush over, I’ll deal with them!” Xie Yiling stared at the Yin butterflies.

Nangong Ci responded and flew towards the gap.

Red light surrounded Xie Yiling’s fingertips. He took a small step forward, steadily stepping on Bìluò, put his hands together, and gathered spiritual power.

Bìluò passed through the butterfly swarm, making a “ziz” noise.

After the fire, Xie Yiling and Nangong Ci returned to the barrier unscathed, leaving only a pile of Yin butterfly remains on the ground.

The barrier on Lock Abyss began to collapse. Xie Yiling shouted to Gu Huanzhi, “Gu Shidi! Go!”

Gu Huanzhi didn’t delay. He dodged several balls of blue skull-shaped evil energy that Wen Liangchen threw at him and flew away from the barrier.

But how could Wen Liangchen let them escape so easily. He closely followed the three of them and grabbed the shoulder of the last one, Gu Huanzhi, with a reach of his hand.

Gu Huanzhi turned to fight him. The two of them faced each other palm to palm, fist to fist, and became entangled.

Xie Yiling turned his head and saw this and said, “Master, I’ll help!” He used a talisman chain and waved it towards the two of them.

Gu Huanzhi had long expected this. He suddenly pounced on Wen Liangchen, captured one of his hands, and allowed the talisman chain to bind him smoothly.

Wen Liangchen struggled, but found that he couldn’t break free. Instead, he grabbed the talisman chain and wrapped it around his wrist twice.

He pulled the talisman chain hard, Xie Yiling swayed under his feet and almost got pulled over. Fortunately, Nangong Ci supported him, and he stood firm.

The next moment, the barrier finally shattered into pieces and disappeared completely.

Nangong Ci said to Xie Yiling, “Xie Ci, let’s go first!”

But the talisman chain was still being held in Wen Liangchen’s hand, and Xie Yiling couldn’t retrieve it for a while because his strength was less than Wen Liangchen’s. So he simply retracted his spiritual power, and the talisman chain disappeared with it.

Taking advantage of the moment when Wen Liangchen was stunned by the disappearance of the talisman chain, Nangong Ci struck out with a palm, right in the center of his chest.

Wen Liangchen was shaken open by this palm, and a fishy taste surged in his mouth. Before he could suppress it, he spat it out.

Gu Huanzhi learned from Nangong Ci to control the sword on the magma. The temperature here was much higher. He felt that the lower half of his body was being baked dry and hot, while his upper body was cold and wet.

“Gu Xuan!” Gu Ziyan, who was below, watched with great concern, “Come back!”

His gaze was originally towards the barrier in the sky, but when the barrier disappeared, it followed Gu Huanzhi’s falling figure downwards.

When he saw Gu Huanzhi riding the sword safely, he breathed a sigh of relief.

“Gu Xuan!” Gu Ziyan’s tone was even more stern than before, “I told you to come back quickly, did you hear me!”

Of course, Gu Huanzhi heard it, but he pretended not to hear it.

Lock Abyss was now covered with the black shadows of evil ghosts. The magma repeatedly washed over their bodies, even carrying them forward.

The exit of Lock Abyss was in a narrow crack in the ground. Once the evil ghosts crossed it, it would be difficult to retrieve them.

Wen Liangchen had lost the restraint of the talisman chain and was injured, and his whole body began to fall down. His arms were slightly open, as if he had given up on survival.

Xie Yiling even felt a little expectation in his heart.

Unfortunately, things went against his wishes. A red ribbon came from the sky and wrapped firmly around Wen Liangchen’s waist several times.

Xie Yiling hurriedly looked over and saw a woman stabilizing the ribbon on the mountain wall, like a red plum blossom growing on a cliff.

The cinnabar on her forehead was particularly eye-catching, her eyes were cold, and she looked down on everyone.

It was Hua Jieyu!

Wen Liangchen laughed. He was rescued by Hua Jieyu, and a trace of regret appeared on his face: “I thought I was going to die here, but it disappointed you all.”

Xie Yiling spat heavily: “Pui!”

Since his rebirth, it was the first time he had been forced to be speechless, revealing this childish appearance.

Nangong Ci used spiritual power to control the sword, transforming it into thousands of sword blades that shot towards the two people on the mountain wall.

Hua Jieyu waved her sleeves. The sleeves were soft but unbreakable, dodging the sword blades every time, but there were times when she couldn’t dodge in time.

She lowered her eyes and looked at a cut on her arm, her red lips slightly opened: “I, Hua Jieyu, will remember this sword, and I will repay it ten times over to Fufeng Daozhang in the future!”

Xie Yiling said sharply, “Why wait for the future? Why not settle it today!” After he finished speaking, he silently recited a few spells, his ten fingers moving.

Wen Liangchen narrowed his eyes slightly, recognizing that the spells Xie Yiling was using were extremely familiar. It was the set he used to drive the Yin butterflies.

With a “swish” sound of fluttering butterfly wings, a dark mass pressed down.

“Go!” Wen Liangchen said coldly.

Hua Jieyu carried him, and the two flew up from the mountain wall.

The Yin butterflies chased after them, touching the two and turning into a ball of bright fire.

Hua Jieyu stopped in an open space and wrapped the two’s exposed skin with her sleeves. The Yin fire burned on them, unable to touch their flesh.

“Can’t be extinguished,” Hua Jieyu said simply, and immediately drew her sword and cut off her sleeves.

The red ribbon waved, spinning in the butterfly swarm. The Yin butterflies attached to the red ribbon, unable to be burned or blown away.

Wen Liangchen freed himself and looked at Hua Jieyu with glowing eyes: “Have you ever heard of Xie Yiling before?”

Hua Jieyu’s expression was indifferent: “No. I checked, and I still don’t know his identity or background. However, according to my observations during this period, he is indeed a troublesome person.”

“He is unwilling to submit to me,” Wen Liangchen said, then suddenly laughed softly, “If he is unwilling to submit, then there is only one way to die.”

Hua Jieyu reminded him mercilessly: “Without the spiritual tool, you can’t complete your great work. Don’t forget, Nangong Fufeng is by his side.”

Wen Liangchen instantly retracted his smile, his expression gloomy: “Yes, the spiritual tool. How is Yan Zhan doing there?”

Hua Jieyu shook her head: “Gui Huaici is guarding the spiritual tool. He can’t get it.”

Just as she was speaking, Yan Zhan appeared from the other side, clutching his abdomen.

Seeing the expressions of the two, he knew that they had probably guessed that he had failed.

Wen Liangchen curled his lips, but he wasn’t angry: “Let’s go, let’s see how they resolve the Lock Abyss matter.”

Seeing Wen Liangchen and the others escape, Xie Yiling and Nangong Ci also flew up to chase after them. Who knew that just as they reached the cliff, they suddenly heard a panicked voice.

“Yue’er!” Gui Wenxin cried out, and then he jumped down almost without hesitation.

Yin Fengyue’s hand holding the Duan’e entangled Gui Wenxin’s waist from the front. A powerful force struck out, directly sending him flying back up. She closed her eyes and fell straight down.

Xie Yiling and Nangong Ci turned their heads and saw Yin Fengyue’s red dress like maple leaves, withering in the rolling magma.

Lock Abyss was a place of no return, a place of certain death. Gui Wenxin staggered a few steps but did not fall to the ground. He stretched his hand outward and stopped. His arms still maintained a hugging posture, as if he wanted to embrace someone.

A tongue of fire gushed out, as if chewing on something, making a “crackling” pleasant sound when it was excited, and then subsided.

There was a thin golden light that was rushed up by the heat. It slowly went up and slowly approached Gui Wenxin, disappearing into his empty embrace.

Xie Yiling looked at Nangong Ci in astonishment: “This is?!”

Nangong Ci frowned. He didn’t know the inside story either. Lock Abyss was located in an uncertain world, and it had almost never had an accident since the barrier was set up.

Therefore, the people of the other Immortal Sects didn’t know that once the barrier was broken, someone had to make a sacrifice to seal it again.

“Yue’er.” The flowing magma at the bottom produced layers of phantoms, blurring Gui Wenxin’s vision. He blinked his eyes, and his eyes suddenly cleared.

Almost at the moment Yin Fengyue jumped down, Nangong Yue and Shen Heshuang arrived.

The evil ghosts, crowded in front and behind, were only one step away from being able to escape the control of the underworld spring, but at the last moment, they found that the barrier had reappeared. The soul bodies, which originally couldn’t feel the heat of the magma, were now like being in a frying pan, suffering unbearably.

“Ah ah ah——” The evil ghosts screamed in the sky and were soon swallowed by a wave. Continuous howls rose and were submerged until Lock Abyss returned to normal.

The rain that had been falling for a long time also stopped at this time.

The bright red magma flowed continuously forward, without knowing the end.

The flow was calm, even peaceful.

It seemed that what everyone had seen before was just an illusion.

It’s just that, the scarlet robe entered Lock Abyss, and from then on, Fengyue passed away.

The uncertain world no longer had that red-clothed princess.