Chapter 301: Master of Tianji Pavilion (50)
Yan Qing raised her eyes and took a look at this last thunder tribulation. The power contained in it made her look more solemn.
Today, the ladder to heaven has collapsed, the world of cultivation is lacking in spiritual energy, and the consciousness of heaven is weak.
The Heavenly Dao really wants to kill her now, or to be more precise, wants to kill the character she plays.
If one dies in a thunder calamity, the power of a semi-immortal can briefly feed back to the world of cultivation, but the abundance of spiritual energy is only short-lived.
However, these are not something that the weak consciousness of heaven can take into consideration, otherwise it would not have always wanted to kill her.
Even if Yan Qing was going to die, he would not make such a meaningless sacrifice now.
She lowered her eyebrows, and the shadow cast by her eyelashes obscured the expression in her eyes.
When Yan Qing raised her eyes again, her grayish-white pupils had returned to calm. Through the formation and the purple electric light, she looked from afar at Zhaoyang Sword Master who was obscured by Song Beiwu's black mist.
Yan Qing's thin lips moved slightly. Her voice was very light and faint, but it was able to penetrate the roar of thunder and lightning and reach the ears of those people.
"Zhaoyang, can you lend me the nameless sword?"
The moment he heard Yan Qing's words clearly, Zhaoyang Sword Master raised his eyes suddenly, and then nodded heavily.
The nameless sword appeared before he could summon it.
The sword body vibrated and hummed, and the whole body was translucent. With a long whistle, it pierced the sky and passed through the formation as fast as lightning and stopped in front of Yan Qing, within reach.
A faint smile appeared on Yan Qing's lips, and the last trace of solemnity faded away.
She raised her hand and grasped the Nameless Sword. The aura of the Nameless Sword changed in an instant, and the sword light was like a rainbow, rushing straight forward.
A huge amount of lightning fell, and the entire space within the formation was covered in purple lightning.
The natal sword is inherently connected to the mind of its master, so Zhaoyang Sword Master can truly feel the pressure that the nameless sword is bearing within the range of the thunder tribulation.
His frosty eyes slightly froze and his pupils trembled.
He didn't know when he clenched his palms. Even when he was in danger of death during training, Zhaoyang Sword Master had never been so nervous at this moment.
Fortunately, before he tensed to the limit, several sword lights leaked out from the purple lightning, and the purple lightning collapsed.
The next second, the sword light illuminated most of the sky and dispersed all the dark clouds.
The formation set up by Yan Qing was also broken at the same time. Only then were the people outside the formation able to see Yan Qing's appearance clearly.
He Nianguan held his breath, his heart was shocked.
In his mind, his master, who was as powerful as a god, now had his white clothes stained with blood, his eyes were tightly closed, and there was even blood flowing down the corners of his eyes, leaving a red mark on his snow-pale face.
It was a look of vulnerability that he had never seen before.
Meng Xuanchen and Feng Que also arrived here at this time. After seeing Zhaoyang Sword Master, Meng Xuanchen was stunned for a moment. After respectfully calling him Master, Meng Xuanchen stood behind Zhaoyang Sword Master. He raised his eyes, looked around, and finally cast his gaze on Yan Qing.
This person should be the one who survived the nine-day thunder tribulation this time.
And Feng Que had already noticed Yan Qing a long time ago. This figure seemed oddly familiar.
After seeing Yan Qing's face clearly, Feng Que stopped dead in his tracks, with disbelief flashing in his eyes...
No one present had time to pay attention to the two people's inquiring or delighted expressions.
Song Beiwu was the first one to come back to his senses after the thunder tribulation ended, because he had seen a similar scene in the Ghost Domain City, and this thunder tribulation was a million times more terrifying than the previous one. Song Beiwu had already sensed that Yan Qing's condition might not be very good, and he had already prepared himself mentally.
His body turned into mist, and the next second, black mist appeared beside Yan Qing.
When the figure solidified, Song Beiwu stretched out his hand, wanting to embrace the white-clothed figure that looked a little shaky.
But someone embraced Yan Qing faster than him.
After Yan Qing endured the thunder tribulation and the body tempering damage from the sword spirit, he finally had to endure a wave of backlash, so he successfully fell into a coma.
The nameless sword in her hand fell to the ground, and the sword body turned into a human shape the moment before it touched the ground.
The man was dressed in black, and his aura was icy and captivating. He took Yan Qing in his arms and quickly retreated to the side of Zhaoyang Sword Master.
Having been beaten to the punch by someone else, Song Beiwu's expression instantly turned gloomy.
He looked at the "person" with heavy eyes.
No, it should not be called a human, it's a sword spirit.
After this incident, the nameless sword successfully transformed under the tempering of thunder.
He chose the same form as his master, but was slightly different in subtle ways.
Zhaoyang Sword Master has white hair, and Sword Spirit has black hair.
As if sensing Song Beiwu's gaze, the spirit of the Nameless Sword tilted its head, and there was no trace of the innocence of a person who had just transformed into a human form, but instead a piercing coldness in its eyes.
Song Beiwu looked at Jian Ling holding Yan Qing's hand. He said in a low voice without any warmth: "Let go."
The sword spirit ignored Song Beiwu's words. He lowered his eyes and glanced at Yan Qing, who was weak while protecting him in the thunder tribulation. There was an indescribable tenderness in his eyes.
After just a moment, he withdrew his gaze and his figure began to become illusory.
Just as Zhaoyang Sword Master came back to his senses from his surprise, he saw the virtual sword spirit handing Yan Qing to him and speaking very quickly.
"During the thunderstorm, His Holiness Ling Wei transformed to protect me but suffered a backlash. Before His Holiness passed out, he said he would send him back to the Tianji Pavilion first. My form is unstable, so I can only ask you to help me."
As soon as the words fell, the sword spirit dissipated in the air, and the nameless sword reappeared.
Under the nine-day thunder tribulation, it took a tremendous amount of effort for the sword spirit to successfully transform. Now it fell into a short sleep to stabilize its spirit body.
Zhaoyang Sword Master knew the situation of the Nameless Sword through his perception, so he was not too worried.
He took the nameless sword back, and Zhaoyang Sword Master focused his attention on what the sword spirit had just said.
The sword spirit had no intention of hiding those words from anyone, so everyone present heard them clearly.
He Nianguan took a step forward and took out a scroll from his sleeve. He said in a deep voice, "This scroll was given to me by my master. If you tear it open, you can go back to Tianji Pavilion directly."
He paused and said, "But only three people can be teleported at a time."
Lord Ling Wei chose to trust Zhao Yang. Although Song Beiwu was very unhappy, he would not go against Lord Ling Wei's wishes.
But this does not mean that Song Beiwu has complete trust in Zhaoyang Jianzun, so this time, he will also go to Tianji Pavilion.
Song Beiwu raised his eyes, having already suppressed all his emotions. He said expressionlessly, "You can use the scroll to take Lord Ling Wei back first, I will be there soon."
As soon as the words fell, they turned into a cloud of mist.
He Nianguan did not delay any further. He ignored everyone else and tore open the scroll. The light enveloped him and Zhaoyang Sword Master who was holding Yan Qing, and he disappeared from the spot the next second.