MOF Chapter 59

Chapter 59: Wind and Snow Accumulate, Spirits Endure, Eternal Light Exorcises Demons. “Heavenly vastness and earthly deliverance, the incantation decrees…”

Unlike the soft red silk, the rough and hard material of the rune chains wrapped around Hua Jieyu’s snow-white wrists, leaving purplish-blue marks.

The strength of the red silk on his body loosened, and Xie Yiling took the opportunity to gather spiritual power and strike out with a palm. Hua Jieyu couldn’t dodge in time and was hit squarely in the chest.

One palm after another, Xie Yiling continued without mercy, the force of his palms strong, carrying snowflakes that struck Hua Jieyu’s body.

The surrounding scenery was covered with a layer of thin snow, a vast expanse of white.

Hua Jieyu spat out a mouthful of blood and retracted the red silk. Then, countless red silks appeared behind her, dancing like a nine-tailed fox spirit who had cultivated into human form, swaying its fox tails.

The red silks crisscrossed horizontally and vertically, like a huge net enveloping Xie Yiling’s head.

Hua Jieyu stared at Xie Yiling with a sinister look in her eyes and shouted, “Extinguish!”

The red net fell heavily, and Xie Yiling hurriedly dodged, but the net seemed to have eyes, chasing relentlessly.

It got closer and closer, and at the moment when the red net touched his hair, Xie Yiling quickly transformed with spiritual power, creating a barrier.

The red net wrapped around Xie Yiling and began to shrink, tighter and tighter. In the end, Xie Yiling stood on the ground like a silkworm cocoon.

Hua Jieyu coldly watched the red cocoon, using magic to conjure a long sword. She gripped the long sword tightly, cautiously and with murderous intent, walking towards it step by step.

“You deserve to die for repeatedly hindering our great cause,” she said, then joined her hands to grip the hilt of the sword and stabbed at Xie Yiling, who was wrapped in the cocoon.

With a “clang,” a white shadow flew over, knocking Hua Jieyu’s sword aside.

Hua Jieyu took a closer look and saw that the white shadow was originally a white fan.

The white fan spun a few times in the air before returning to the hand of the person who had used it. Nangong Ci held the white fan, suddenly opened it, and with a wave, wind and snow filled the air.

Xie Yiling heard the sound of fighting outside and anxiously wanted to get out. But the red silk couldn’t be broken from the inside no matter what he did. He shouted, “Nangong Ci! Nangong Ci!”

“Xie Ci, I’m outside.” The Jade Clarity Fan almost blew Hua Jieyu over, and Nangong Ci closed the fan, saying only, “Azurefall!”

As the spiritual sword appeared, the whole street shone. Azurefall slashed at the cocoon, spiritual power blooming open the outermost layer of red silk.

Xie Yiling thought of a way. Although he was apprehensive, it was the only way he could possibly get out at the moment. Yin fire gradually appeared between his fingers, and he guided the yin fire onto the red silk, watching with heavy eyes as the red silk was ignited.

Seeing that Nangong Ci had gone to the other side, Gu Huanzhi couldn’t help but break the stalemate with Yan Zhan, “What do you want to do with her?” He turned to question Bai Zhe, “Now, you’re still thinking about using Bai Cheng?”

Bai Zhe twitched the corner of his mouth, “It’s destiny. She has a yin year, yin month, yin hour constitution, a perfect vessel for cultivation. Besides, I didn’t want her life. If you hadn’t interfered, the balance between the formation and her wouldn’t have been broken.”

Gu Huanzhi was shocked. This constitution was the same reason Mo the Third Master had been made into a yin corpse.

Yan Zhan leisurely said, “Alright, Young Master Bai, stop watching the show and go help Hua Jieyu.”

A trace of resistance flashed in Bai Zhe’s eyes, “She almost killed me just now.”

Yan Zhan chuckled, “If she could, she would have killed you long ago.”

Bai Zhe pursed his lips tightly, gripped the Yin Yang Ink, and passed Yan Zhan, never once looking at Bai Cheng.

Gu Huanzhi said, “I absolutely cannot let you be soHurry in front of the Sun and Moon Spirit Platform!”

“Then try it,” Yan Zhan said, about to make a move when his expression suddenly stiffened.

Seeing this, Gu Huanzhi laughed triumphantly, “Yan Zhan, you’ve been hit by my spiritual curse!”

After saying that, he took advantage of the opportunity to snatch Bai Cheng, learning from Xie Yiling and putting her into his spiritual storage.

As soon as he finished this, Yan Zhan broke free from the spiritual curse, his face extremely ugly.

A sharp sword stabbed towards Gu Huanzhi.

Gu Huanzhi raised his sword, Frost Wanderer spun, blocking Yan Zhan’s attack.

Suddenly, another person came on the wind and snow, flying down onto Changming Street.

Wen Liangchen had taken off his mask today, wore a sword at his waist, and no longer held a zither in his hand. After this period of fighting, the Yin corpses they had spent years refining were almost all gone.

“Wen Liangchen?!” Gu Huanzhi’s eyes widened instantly, but he was not afraid. He raised his sword to meet the attack, rushing over with a surging momentum.

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At the Sun and Moon Spirit Platform, Gu Ziyan stood in front of Gu Shouan’s door for a long time, but no one came out.

“Father,” he finally couldn’t help but say, “Demonic energy is gathering on Changming Street. It must be Wen Liangchen and others disrespecting the immortal sects and committing evil here. Why do you hesitate to take action against such rampant arrogance?”

The sound of pacing inside the room disappeared, and after a long while, Gu Shouan’s aged voice came, “It’s destiny, Ziyan, don’t interfere in this matter.”

“But A Xuan has already intervened!” Gu Ziyan didn’t understand, “Father, why must we follow destiny? Were the destruction of Tianyong Residence and Mo City also destiny? What if destiny wants our Sun and Moon Spirit Platform to be like that too? Are we really going to sit and wait for death?”

The door opened from the inside, and Gu Shouan looked at Gu Ziyan’s anxious expression, finally relenting. He sighed softly and said, “Go.”

Joy appeared in Gu Ziyan’s eyes. He took his leave of Gu Shouan, turned around, and led a group of disciples towards Changming Street. When they arrived, they saw a plume of white smoke rising into the air.

The white smoke spread, carried by the wind towards Gu Huanzhi’s side. He struggled to deal with Wen and Yan, glancing distractedly at Xie Yiling’s side.

He saw yin fire burning fiercely, incinerating a cocoon-shaped thing. With a bang, the thing exploded from the inside.

Xie Yiling shielded his face with his arms and leaped out from within!

Not giving Hua Jieyu a chance to react, he immediately struck out with a chain of runes, whipping her slender back.

Hua Jieyu tightened her grip on the sword, her eyes shooting out a fierce light.

The disciples brought by Gu Ziyan instantly surrounded her, wanting to capture her in one fell swoop, but were blocked by the demons summoned by Bai Zhe.

Gu Ziyan rushed forward, fighting with Bai Zhe.

Azurefall and the disciples’ several spirit swords simultaneously stabbed straight at Hua Jieyu. As Hua Jieyu swung her long sword, plum blossom darts shot out towards the crowd.

Nangong Ci blocked with Azurefall, narrowly avoiding being cut.

Several disciples were inadvertently injured, and in the blink of an eye, their bodies became weak, their faces gradually turning blue-purple, and they fell to the ground.

“Everyone retreat, there’s poison on those darts!” Xie Yiling reminded them.

Ignoring the superior numbers of her opponents, Hua Jieyu flew, stepping on the disciples as she approached Wen Liangchen.

Xie Yiling and Nangong Ci quickly chased after her.

Gu Huanzhi, who was gradually losing strength, saw another person arrive and was shocked. He hurriedly shouted, “Senior Brother Xie! Immortal Lord Fufeng!”

The rune chains rattled, wrapping around Hua Jieyu’s ankles.

Hua Jieyu flipped over and slashed at the rune chains with her sword, but it didn’t break.

“Courting death!” Hua Jieyu said coldly.

“Hua Jieyu,” Xie Yiling tried to persuade her to turn back, “I see you have the appearance of a fairy, how could you associate with someone like Wen Liangchen? Is there anything that can’t be resolved properly, why must you bring disaster and do evil?”

“I want to bring the dead back to life, can you do it?” Hua Jieyu looked at Xie Yiling, her eyes filled with jealousy and unwillingness, questioning, “Can you?!”

Xie Yiling stopped persuading, looking at Hua Jieyu with some pity, and shook his head.

“Ah!!” Hua Jieyu raised her long sword and suddenly stabbed at Xie Yiling, “It’s all your fault for ruining my plans! Those immortal sects sent people to destroy Peace Town, and my plans of many years were also interrupted. If it weren’t for you, if it weren’t for you! I would have fulfilled my wish long ago!”

Xie Yiling used the spiritual power in his palm to block the tip of the sword, no matter how hard Hua Jieyu tried, she couldn’t move forward even half an inch.

“Nangong Ci!” Xie Yiling shouted, and Azurefall came at the sound, its speed so fast that it brought a sonic boom.

Hua Jieyu had no choice but to retract her long sword, using one hand to wave the red silk to parry Azurefall, and the other hand to wave the long sword to attack the person in front of her.

But with divided attention, it was inevitable that there would be flaws.

Xie Yiling seized the opportunity, using spiritual power to create a spiritual sword, knocking the sword out of Hua Jieyu’s hand.

The spiritual sword was agile, its sword energy shooting in all directions, forcing the sleeves on Hua Jieyu’s wrists to shatter into pieces.

She quickly retracted her hand, and with a flick of her wrist, used several darts to counterattack.

Xie Yiling quickly used his sword to deflect the darts, then threw the sword in his hand, changed the direction of his grip, and with a flash of his figure, had approached Hua Jieyu.

He gripped the spiritual sword tightly and deeply stabbed it into Hua Jieyu’s collarbone.

A stream of warm blood splattered on Xie Yiling’s face, quickly turning cold in the wind.

Hua Jieyu stared with wide eyes, as if she hadn’t reacted to what had happened.

It wasn’t until her face turned the color of snow that Xie Yiling pulled out the spiritual sword, quietly watching her body fall to the ground.

Gu Huanzhi, who was no match for the two, finally waited for reinforcements.

Xie Yiling wiped the blood from his face, leaving a deep red mark. “Wen Liangchen,” he asked the question he had been wondering for a long time, “Why don’t you unsheathe your sword?”

Wen Liangchen sneered, “Do I need to be so troublesome to deal with you?”

Yan Zhan glanced at Wen Liangchen with an ambiguous look.

Gu Huanzhi had taken a palm from Wen Liangchen, and his chest was hurting badly. He stubbornly placed all his weight on Frost Wanderer, barely maintaining his standing posture, bending over and looking up at them.

“Junior Brother Gu, are you alright?” Xie Yiling asked.

“Senior Brother Xie doesn’t need to worry about me,” Gu Huanzhi swallowed the bloody taste in his mouth and said to him, “You and Immortal Lord Fufeng deal with them first.”

Nangong Ci stood holding his sword, hearing Wen Liangchen suddenly suggest, “Perfect, one on one, Xie Yiling, you fight me!”

Nangong Ci retorted, “No need.”

Xie Yiling thought for a while, guessing that Wen Liangchen’s appearance today must be a new plan. He turned to Nangong Ci and said softly, “Master, no need to worry.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Wen Liangchen flew away, and Xie Yiling quickly chased after him.

Nangong Ci’s heart tightened, and as he was about to follow, Yan Zhan blocked his way.

Yan Zhan waved his Killing Life at him and smiled, “Immortal Lord Fufeng, your opponent is me.”

Nangong Ci raised his eyes to look at him, his eyes as cold as the falling snow, “Get out of the way.”

Yan Zhan said, “How is that possible? If Immortal Lord Fufeng really wants to get past, why not have a quick battle with me?”

The moment the voice stopped, Azurefall came like an arrow from a bow.

Yan Zhan didn’t expect this sword to be so powerful. The willow-like snowflakes were used by Nangong Ci’s spiritual power, turning into layers of sharp weapons.

His cheeks, neck, and exposed skin were all cut open, and the bright red flesh bloomed bit by bit, especially conspicuous in the snowy scene.

Nangong Ci’s movements were decisive and his sword strokes resolute, Yan Zhan was defeated steadily.

A beam of white light illuminated the night, Yan Zhan was blinded by the dazzling aura. He could only keep retreating, relying on the sound of the wind to avoid it.

The Killing Life Sword constantly shattered the iron-like snowflakes. When the Azurefall aura dimmed, Yan Zhan suddenly gathered evil energy, and a mass of black energy swallowed towards Nangong Ci.

Nangong Ci summoned a string of spiritual curses, arranging the curses into a formation.

“Heavenly vastness and earthly deliverance, the incantation has spirit, break!”

Yan Zhan felt as if he had been struck by heavenly thunder, his bones in intense pain.

“Ahhhhh!!!”