Chapter 297: Master of Tianji Pavilion (46)
When time went back to the past, the net composed of countless red lights did not cover Yan Qing and Song Nanfeng.
Yan Qing noticed it the moment it approached. Without time to remind him, she grabbed Song Nanfeng's wrist and stepped back, and the big red net fell into nothingness.
Song Nanfeng was a little surprised, his almond-shaped eyes drooped slightly, and his gaze fell on Yan Qing's hand that was holding his wrist.
He pursed his lips, a little stiff.
It wasn't until Yan Qing let go of his hand that Song Nanfeng's mind started working again.
Seeing that the big net was about to cover him again, Song Nanfeng's eyes turned cold, and the black mist condensed into a scimitar in his hand.
The scimitar broke up the large net formed by red light.
Yan Qing took a closer look at the scimitar when it first appeared. If she was not mistaken, Song Beiwu's natal magic weapon seemed to be a scimitar as well.
Is it that Song Nanfeng's natal magic weapon is also a scimitar, or can the two of them share their natal magic weapons...
It seems that the relationship between these two people is much more complicated than she thought.
However, the situation was urgent and Yan Qing had no time to think about it. The Questioning Heaven Stone in her palm was burning hot and she tried to escape several times.
Yan Qing lowered his eyes, and a gleam of intelligence flashed in his gray pupils. He was about to set up a formation to seal the Heavenly Stone to prevent it from causing any trouble.
Yan Qing just raised her hand and made a gesture when a sharp sword energy came from behind her. Wherever the sword energy passed, frost spread.
Yan Qing was also familiar with this sword energy and sword-drawing moves, which were the same as the moves used by Zhaoyang Sword Master when he came to Tianji Pavilion.
Yan Qing turned around and saw a white-haired young man not far away wearing a fiery red robe and holding a long sword. He had a cold expression and a red light flashing in his eyes. That red light was exactly the same as the light emitted by the Questioning Heaven Stone in her hand.
And this person was none other than the Zhaoyang Sword Master she had been looking for for a long time.
Yan Qing frowned, naturally realizing that something was wrong with Zhaoyang Sword Master's current condition.
She lowered her eyes to glance at the Wentian Stone that was still emitting red light with all its might. This Wentian Stone was so evil that even Zhaoyang Sword Master who possessed the five-colored brocade could control it.
During this interval, Zhaoyang Sword Master had already swung out his second sword, and the nameless sword was humming in his hand.
One becomes two, two becomes three... Ten thousand swords are fired at the same time.
Countless sword shadows slashed towards Yan Qing. In the eyes of outsiders, it was already an unavoidable situation.
Song Nanfeng, who was fighting with the big red net, also saw this scene. Even though he knew that Yan Qing was much stronger than him, Song Nanfeng still couldn't hide his worry. He clenched the scimitar in his hand, and his eyes suddenly became fierce.
The scimitar turned into a shadow and directly broke up the big red net.
Song Nanfeng turned around and wanted to help Yan Qing, but he didn't notice that a ray of red light circled behind him and silently merged into his body.
Song Nanfeng's eyes gradually changed. His black eyes slowly turned the same red as Zhaoyang Jianzun's. The scimitar in his hand also changed direction, pointing directly at Yan Qing...
The sword light was approaching, and Yan Qing directly drew a magic circle in the void to block all the sword light.
At the same time, Yan Qing could feel that the Heavenly Stone in her hand had tried several times to enter her body, but had never succeeded. What she had sent over this time was just a clone, and under the double pressure, she was unable to take care of the whole situation.
In addition, Yan Qing did not guard against Song Nanfeng too much because of the trust he developed towards Song Beiwu in the Ghost Domain City. Therefore, Yan Qing failed to notice Song Nanfeng's abnormality at the first time.
Behind her, Song Nanfeng condensed into a wisp of black mist, and the scimitar in his hand struck directly at Yan Qing's vital point. However, when the scimitar was about to cut across the back of Yan Qing's neck, a struggle flashed in his eyes, and the knife deflected, just brushing Yan Qing's sleeve.
However, this clarity only lasted for a moment, and the next second he turned into gray mist again, aiming at the right moment to make a fatal strike.
The big red net also reunited at this time and surrounded her.
Yan Qing sighed softly and looked up at the sky above the ghost realm. A small cloud of dark clouds and lightning had gathered there because she had released the seal on her eyes.
The last time Zhan Yun was controlled by the power of chaos and came to the Tianji Pavilion to cause trouble, she had already angered the Heavenly Dao of this world after revealing her true character's true form, so unless it was necessary, her true form would not leave the Astrology Pavilion.
But today, I'm afraid I will break the rules again.
Yan Qing closed his eyes, his long eyelashes like crow feathers drooped slightly, casting a faint shadow. The time around him stopped in an instant, and the murderous intent also stopped in mid-air.
The dark clouds in the sky seemed to have found an opportunity, and began to gather from all directions, carrying purple lightning.
The real body and the clone who were sitting cross-legged with their eyes closed in the Astrology Pavilion exchanged positions.
The next second, Yan Qing opened his eyes. His grayish-white pupils carried a hint of divinity, and the aura around him changed in an instant.
The piece of Wentian Stone that was emitting red light felt the change in the aura, and its original movement of drilling into Yan Qing's body stopped, and even the red light around it was restrained a lot.
Everything that was still resumed its movement. The thunderclouds above Yan Qing's head had already grown several times larger during this time. Dark clouds rolled, thunder roared, and they would strike down when the opportunity presented itself.
Yan Qing ignored the thunder tribulation above. Her light-colored lips moved slightly, and she said lightly, "Return."
The red light flew out from Zhaoyang Jianzun and Song Nanfeng's bodies, and was instantly sucked into Yan Qing's hand holding the Heavenly Stone. Even the big net composed of all the red light was not spared.
The moment the red light left his body, Zhaoyang Jianzun regained his consciousness. Looking at the scene in front of him, he was a little dazed. His memory was still that he had found the last piece of Heavenly Stone in the Demon Realm. He was going to collect the Heavenly Stone and then go to Tianji Pavilion to find Ling Weizun.
Wait, Your Excellency Ling Wei...
Zhaoyang Sword Master looked up suddenly and saw the familiar white figure sealing the Heavenly Stone. The gloomy sky seemed to be about to fall down at any time.
The memory of being controlled only now slowly came into Zhaoyang Jianzun's mind.
His frosty eyebrows suddenly turned ugly, and veins bulged on the hand holding the nameless sword.
Song Nanfeng was better off. He was not controlled by the red light for long. The moment the red light left his body, he regained his clarity and memory.
However, his expression was not much better than that of Zhaoyang Sword Master.
He actually attacked Lord Ling Wei.
Although he was controlled, it was all because he was careless and underestimated the enemy.
He couldn't help thinking that if the knife had not deflected at that time, Ling Weizun would have been really injured.
Not only did he fail to help Lord Ling Wei, he also caused Lord Ling Wei so much trouble.
and……
Song Nanfeng's almond-shaped eyes under the hood were fixed on the lightning moving above.
It is the ninth level of thunder tribulation.
Although there had been nine-fold thunder tribulations in the ghost city before, they were not as powerful as what we saw today.
He couldn't help but worry in his heart, would Lord Ling Wei be able to get through this safely...