Chapter 593 What is this golden thread?
Jun Yijue quickly formed seals with his hands, muttered something, and performed a mysterious soul-searching technique.
In a moment, faint rays of light emerged from Mu Chengyun's head and continuously flowed into Jun Yijue's palm.
These lights are exactly the fragments of Mu Chengyun’s memories before his death, and are now being forcibly extracted by Jun Yijue.
When the soul search was over, a cold light flashed in Jun Yijue's eyes.
He shook his wrist and swung the sword in his hand violently.
As the sword flashed, Mu Chengyun's head rolled to the ground.
Then, he flashed and came to Mu Gengli, who was hiding in the corner, shivering and looking dazed.
Facing this enemy who had no power to resist, Jun Yijue had no mercy at all.
He raised his sword again and cut off Mu Gengli's head cleanly and neatly.
Then, Jun Yijue gently waved his sleeves, and a dazzling light suddenly shot out.
When this light touched the bodies of Mu Chengyun and Mu Gengli, it instantly caused a small explosion.
In an instant, the bodies of the two turned into countless tiny pieces of ashes and drifted away with the wind.
From then on, they disappeared between heaven and earth, and they had no chance of reincarnation.
Just at this moment, Yu Yu, Wen Lun, Jiang Qingyan and others rushed to the scene in a hurry.
As soon as they arrived here, they were stunned by the chaotic and horrific battle scene before them.
Everyone's face instantly became solemn, and their worry was evident in their words.
Yu Yu frowned, his voice trembling slightly due to nervousness: "This... What should we do? Can the Saint Lady and the others handle it?"
Yu Wenlun and Jiang Qingyan, who were standing aside, also had worried expressions on their faces, their eyes fixed on the fierce fighting battlefield.
Wenlun subconsciously clenched his fists, and because he was using too much force, the joints even turned white.
He couldn't help but sigh: "Hey, with our strength, we are fully capable of going forward to help."
"It's a pity that our Dantian is now broken. Even if we want to help, we are powerless!"
"Oh..." After saying this, Wenlun sighed helplessly.
Jiang Qingyan's gaze was fixed on Yu Rong, who was being controlled by a group of black-cloaked puppets, her face full of worry.
She bit her lips so hard that it seemed as if she was going to break them, and blood was almost oozing out.
She was extremely anxious, her heart already flew to the battlefield, and she wished she could rush in immediately to help the saint and her son.
But the broken dantian made her stand there in vain, feeling helpless and anxious.
On this side, after Jun Yijue dealt with Mu Chengyun and his son, he snapped his fingers lightly.
At this moment, the originally calm ground began to tremble violently as if some mysterious mechanism was triggered.
Immediately afterwards, strands of golden strangling threads flashing with cold light emerged from the ground like bamboo shoots after a spring rain.
These strangling golden threads were like living snakes, twisting their bodies flexibly in the air and rushing towards the black-cloaked puppets at an extremely fast speed.
When the black-cloaked puppets saw the golden threads coming towards them like wolves, fear instantly took over their faces.
Their eyes were wide open, and their eyeballs seemed about to fall out of their sockets.
They opened their mouths wide and let out screams of terror and despair.
"What is this?"
"Damn it! What on earth are these golden threads?"
"Ahhh, what the hell are these?"
"How abominable! What on earth are these damn gold threads?"
Faced with the golden strangling thread that rushed towards them like a hungry wolf pouncing on its prey, the group of black-cloaked puppets were completely thrown into disarray.
They fled in all directions in panic, dodging left and right in a panic, like a group of headless flies that had lost their sense of direction.
However, no matter how hard they struggled, the speed of strangling the golden thread was too fast.
No matter how hard these black-cloaked puppets tried to dodge, they could not escape the pursuit of the golden thread.
In the blink of an eye, the golden thread tightly wrapped around these people like a spirit snake.
Then, only a series of creepy crisp sounds were heard.
Those golden threads were like extremely sharp spikes and pierced their bodies easily.
In an instant, blood splattered and spurted out, interweaving in the air to form shocking blood mist.
The miserable cries echoed throughout the Qianluo Palace, one after another, continuously.
Those sounds seemed like wails coming from the depths of hell, making people shudder.
The black-cloaked puppets fell one after another.
Their bodies fell heavily onto the cold, hard ground like puppets with their strings cut, making a dull thud.
As more and more people in black cloaks fell to the ground and died, a strong smell of death began to spread in Qianluo Palace.
The breath of death was like a thick fog, slowly covering every corner.
When Yu Zhiyan, Lu Ziche, Xu Qiang and others saw this scene, they were all dumbfounded and looked surprised.
Lu Ziche couldn't contain his inner joy, and laughed out loud with his head raised:
"Hahaha! This defensive strangulation formation is absolutely amazing. It really helps us a lot!"
After hearing what he said, the others nodded in agreement.
For a moment, everyone's morale became higher.
Their attacks became more fierce and fierce than before, pouring down on the enemy like a torrential rain.
Not far away, Yu Yu had a panoramic view of it all.
At first, seeing the stalemate in the battle, he was worried and wanted to send the people behind him to provide support.
However, after seeing with his own eyes the powerful force displayed by the strangulation defense formation, his worries were immediately alleviated a lot.
So, he turned around and said to the people behind him: "In my opinion, the current situation is stable. We don't need to worry too much for now. Let's observe it first and then make a decision."
"The Saint's strength should not be underestimated. We cannot act rashly, lest we disrupt their plans. Let's observe the situation first and wait for the right time to help."
When everyone heard this, they all nodded in agreement, their eyes filled with deep admiration and appreciation for Su Chenyin.
At this time, after Jun Yijue finished dealing with the matters here, his figure flashed and rushed towards Su Chenyin.
It was as fast as lightning, moving flexibly among the crowded crowd as freely as a fish.
Wherever it passed, those black-cloaked puppets who dared to block it fell to the ground like fallen leaves swept by the wind.
At this moment, this fierce battle has entered the most critical and intense stage.
The sounds of shouting, screaming, and weapons clashing intertwined together and were deafening.
The sound was so loud that it made people's eardrums buzz.
Bright red blood continued to gush out from the wounded, dyeing the originally yellow-brown ground beneath their feet into a scarlet color.
From a distance, it looks like a turbulent blood-red ocean.
Even though the bright sunshine poured unreservedly on this battlefield filled with blood and killing.
But not only did it fail to bring the slightest sense of warmth, but it also highlighted the extremely cold and murderous atmosphere that permeated the place.
Turn your eyes to the other side of the battlefield.
Su Chenyin was holding a sword and engaging in a fierce battle with the black-cloaked man Zhuge Ze.