Chapter 611
The moment the black-robed man turned to ashes, a huge amount of black gas suddenly gushed out from the Yinmai Well. The entire Taoyuan Village shook violently, the ground cracked, and countless ghosts crawled out from the cracks, roaring!
"Oh no! The seal has been completely loosened!" The village chief's face turned pale, and the Yin-Suppressing Drum in his hand broke into two pieces with a "crack".
Nangong Wan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and the flame mark between his eyebrows burned fiercely: "Shao Ping, it's too late... The Yin Meridian is running wild, and the area within a thousand miles will become a ghost zone!"
Fu Shaoping held her wrist tightly and said in a hoarse voice: "There is another way! Our ancestors said that the sky fire can be temporarily suppressed..."
“For now?” Nangong Wan smiled bitterly. “The Yin Meridian has been eroded by the Seven Evil Sect for a hundred years. Unless someone can use the soul as a lock like our ancestors…”
Before he could finish his words, the black gas at the wellhead suddenly condensed into a giant hand that covered the sky and slapped the two of them fiercely!
"Be careful!" Fu Shaoping grabbed Nangong Wan, and the sword light surged, turning into a barrier to withstand the attack.
"boom--!"
The sword energy shattered, and Fu Shaoping was thrown several feet away, crashing heavily into the stone wall of the ancestral hall, blood gushing out of his mouth. Nangong Wan staggered to his feet, but saw the black gas in the well churning, slowly condensing into a human figure——
The man in black robe fluttering and with a sinister face, was undeniably the leader of the Seven Evils Sect!
"Girl from the Nangong family, I have been waiting for you for a long time." He smiled sinisterly, with a blood-colored soul bead floating in his palm, "The Ten Thousand Souls Banner is complete, and the only missing one 'Sky Fire Soul' is as the banner spirit!"
Nangong Wan's pupils suddenly shrank - it turned out that the real target of the Seven Evils Sect was the source of the Heavenly Fire in her body!
"Don't even think about it!" Fu Shaoping stood up and pointed his sword straight at me, "Unless I die!"
The leader of the Seven Evils Sect sneered and waved his sleeves. Countless ghosts turned into chains and tied up Fu Shaoping in an instant!
"Shao Ping!" Nangong Wan wanted to rescue him, but was blocked by a black gas barrier.
“Don’t be impatient, little girl.” The Seven Evils Sect Master paced leisurely, “I will give you two choices - either you voluntarily sacrifice yourself to the Heavenly Fire, and I will let your lover live; or... I will refine him into a Yin corpse in front of you!”
Nangong Wan was trembling all over, and golden flames in his eyes flickered.
At this moment, Nangong Yu's voice suddenly rang in her ears: "Child... remember, the sky fire can burn everything, but it can also lead to 'Nirvana'."
Nirvana?
She suddenly raised her head, looked at the trapped Fu Shaoping, then looked at the raging Yin Mai, and the determination in her eyes grew stronger.
"Okay, I promise you." She spoke each word with emphasis, "but you have to let him go first."
The leader of the Seven Evils Sect laughed: "Great!" He waved his hand and removed the restraints on Fu Shaoping.
Fu Shaoping fell to the ground, his eyes bloodshot: "Wan'er! Don't--"
Nangong Wan smiled at him, opened her lips slightly, and said three words silently.
The next moment, the flame mark between her eyebrows exploded!
"Heavenly fire - burn the world!"
The golden flames shot up into the sky, transforming into a brilliant fire phoenix, with a long cry that shook the sky! The Seven Evils Sect Master's face changed drastically: "You actually want to self-destruct with the Sky Fire?!"
The fire phoenix swooped down, but not to attack the enemy, but to crash straight into the Yinmai wellhead!
“No——!” Fu Shaoping rushed forward frantically, but was knocked over by the heat wave.
Amid the earth-shattering explosion, Nangong Wan's figure was engulfed by the golden flames. The black gas and the sky fire intertwined and tore each other apart, and the entire ancient well was blown into an abyss. The Seven Evils Sect Master screamed, and half of his body was burned to ashes!
When the smoke and dust cleared, Fu Shaoping stumbled to the edge of the abyss, only to see Nangong Wan covered in blood, lying in the scorched earth, the Sky Fire Mark dim and his breath barely visible.
"Wan'er!" He picked her up tremblingly, put his palm on her back, and continuously transferred spiritual power into her.
Nangong Wan's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she slowly opened her eyes, her voice so weak that it was almost inaudible: "Shao Ping... I... am not dead..."
Fu Shaoping's eyes were red, and he hugged her tightly: "You scared me to death..."
In the distance, the surviving guards knelt down one after another, and the village chief burst into tears: "Heavenly Fire Nirvana... The Nangong family really lived up to the people!"
The night is as dark as ink, and the cold moon is like a hook.
Fu Shaoping walked with his sword, his dark robe rustling in the wind, holding the unconscious Nangong Wan tightly in his arms. Her face was as pale as paper, and the once blazing flame mark between her eyebrows was now only a faint golden mark, as if it would go out at any time.
"Wan'er, hold on..." His voice was hoarse, his knuckles turned white from exerting too much force, and veins on his arms were winding like a dragon. "The 'Nine Revolutions Resurrection Pill' from Wanhua Valley will definitely save you."
The night wind whistled past his ears, bringing a piercing chill. In the distance, the mountains were as dark as ink, and only in the direction of the Wanhua Valley could a hazy spiritual light be vaguely seen, like fog and gauze, covering the valley entrance.
Wanhua Valley is a holy place for medicine in the world of cultivation.
In front of the bluestone steps at the entrance of the valley, there are exotic flowers and plants everywhere, butterflies fluttering, and the air is filled with a faint medicinal fragrance. However, under this tranquility, there is a hidden murderous intention - the entrance of the valley is strictly prohibited, and those who trespass will be killed.
Fu Shaoping landed in front of the stone steps, and Nangong Wan in his arms suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood, staining the front of his shirt red, like a sad and beautiful red plum blossom blooming on the black cloth.
“Who is coming?”
Two maids in green appeared out of nowhere, holding silver needles that shone coldly, with the tips of the needles glowing with a dark blue poisonous light. Their faces were stern, their eyes were like knives, and it was obvious that they were not people to be trifled with.
"Xuantian Sword Sect's Fu Shaoping, begging to see Master Huagu!" He knelt on one knee, still holding Nangong Wan tightly in his arms, and said in a low and firm voice, "My Taoist companion is seriously injured and dying, I beg you to give me medicine!"
The maids looked at each other, and one of them sneered: "The Valley Master is in seclusion refining the elixir and will not see any outsiders."
Fu Shaoping raised his head suddenly, his eyes were bloodshot, and the whites of his eyes were covered with spider webs: "If you don't see me, I will kneel until the Valley Master comes out of seclusion!"
"Kneel?" The maid sneered, "There are many people kneeling in front of Wanhua Valley, you——"
Before he finished speaking, Fu Shaoping's knees hit the ground with a "bang"! The bluestone steps cracked into spider-web-like fine lines under his knees, and sword energy burst out from his body, condensing into a majestic sword shadow behind him - the secret "Sword Intention of the Heart" of Xuantian Sword Sect, which can only be revealed by those who are sincere and painful!
The sword shadow soared into the sky, stirring up the wind and clouds. The restriction at the entrance of the valley was actually shaken, and the spiritual light trembled!
The maid's face suddenly changed, and the silver needle in her hand almost dropped: "You...!"
Suddenly, a clear bell sound was heard in the valley, like pearls falling on a jade plate, and petals flew all over the sky like snow and hail.
A lazy female voice came from the depths of the sea of flowers: "Bring him in."
Under the wisteria trellis, Hua Qianshu leaned against a soft couch, wearing a crimson purple robe loosely draped over her body, revealing half of her snow-white shoulders. She was playing with a seven-colored Ganoderma lucidum on her fingertips, and the Ganoderma lucidum was shining brightly, making her eyebrows and eyes look like a painting, but also revealing a bit of dangerous charm.
"The backlash of the sky fire has shattered my meridians..." She glanced at Nangong Wan's eyebrows, and a playful smile appeared at the corner of her lips, "Interesting."
"Please, Master, save her!" Fu Shaoping kowtowed heavily, his forehead resting on the cold ground, "I am willing to pay any price!"
Hua Qianshu chuckled, flicked his fingertips, and the seven-colored Ganoderma lucidum turned into flowing light and dissipated: "Any price? What if I want your Xuantian Sword Sect's "Taixu Sword Canon"? "
Fu Shaoping's body stiffened - the sword manual was the sect's secret, and anyone who leaked it would be punished by having ten thousand swords pierced through the heart.
"Don't want to? Then please go back." Hua Qianshu waved lazily, and a faint fragrance floated out of his sleeves, winding around Fu Shaoping's neck like a poisonous snake. "I'll give it to you!" Fu Shaoping suddenly roared, his voice as desperate as a trapped beast, "But the sword classic is engraved on the stone tablet of the sword tomb, and the valley master needs to go and see it in person... Fu is willing to use his soul as a guide to help the valley master comprehend for three days!"
Hua Qianshu paused, looked back at him, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes: "The soul is the guide? Do you know that if you are not careful, your soul will be scattered?"
Fu Shaoping smiled bitterly, but there was no hesitation in his eyes: "Not as important as her."
"Fool." Hua Qianshu shook his head and threw out a jade box from his sleeve. The jade box was crystal clear, and inside it was a pill that was emitting nine-color brilliance. "I can give you the Nine-Turn Resurrection Pill, but I have another favor to ask."
She pointed to the depths of the clouds outside the valley, where a deep abyss could be vaguely seen, surrounded by black air. "In the forbidden area of 'Burial Flower Abyss' in Wanhua Valley, there is a 'Netherworld Blood Lotus' that is about to mature. This thing can replenish the source of the sky fire, but it is guarded by a thousand-year-old corpse king... If you take it, I will completely cure this girl."
Burial Flower Abyss is a forbidden area in the Valley of Ten Thousand Flowers, where black fog lingers all year round and the sun is never seen.
Fu Shaoping walked forward on the slippery rotten soil, and from time to time he could hear the crisp sound of "crackling" under his feet - those were the dry bones that had been piled up for thousands of years, being crushed by his foot. The air was filled with the stench of corpses, and it stung like a knife when inhaled into the lungs. In the distance, the green phosphorous fire floated in the darkness, like countless pairs of prying eyes.
In the center of the abyss, a stone platform made of white bones stood, on which grew a blood-red lotus - the Netherworld Blood Lotus. The lotus petals were like blades soaked in blood, and a drop of red-gold flower dew rolled slowly in the lotus heart, emitting a strange halo.
"Roar--!"
The ground shook violently, countless pale arms broke out of the ground, and rotten corpses crawled out from the ground, with ghost fire dancing in their empty eye sockets, roaring and pouncing towards Fu Shaoping!
Fu Shaoping drew his sword, shining like snow.
"Xuantian Sword Art: Thousand Mountains in Snow!"
The sword energy swept across like a blizzard, and the front row of corpses were instantly minced into pieces! Black blood splattered, and rotten flesh fell like raindrops, and Fu Shaoping's black robe was stained with mottled blood. However, the corpses were endless, and they kept coming, and their rotten claws almost scratched his protective sword energy!
"Swish!" A corpse puppet's bone claw scratched his left arm, leaving a bloody mark. Fu Shaoping groaned, and chopped off its head with a backhanded sword. Black blood sprayed all over his face, with a pungent smell.
"We can't delay... Wan'er can't wait!"
He suddenly bit his tongue and sprayed a mouthful of blood onto the sword!
"Xuantian Secret Art: Burning Blood Sword!"
The sword suddenly turned red like a branding iron, and wherever the sword energy passed, the corpses melted like wax meeting fire! Fu Shaoping took the opportunity to rush to the stone platform, but——
"boom!!"
The ground exploded and a huge monster broke out of the ground!
It was a thousand-year-old corpse king three meters tall, with festering all over its body and a dark heart beating "bang bang" in its chest, and every beat shook the black fog at the bottom of the abyss. Its claws were like scimitars, glowing with a dark blue poisonous light, and two balls of ghost fire in its eye sockets were fixed on Fu Shaoping.
"Anyone who trespasses... will die!" The Corpse King's voice was as hoarse as iron.
Fu Shaoping did not retreat but advanced, piercing the Corpse King's heart with the tip of his sword!
"clang--!"
The sword pierced the dark heart, and there was a sound of metal clashing! The corpse king grinned, and his bone claws swept across. Fu Shaoping retreated quickly but was still cut in the chest, and five blood marks were deep enough to see the bones!
"Cough..." He spat out a mouthful of blood, and the sword's momentum suddenly changed, "Xuan Tian Jiu Shi·Po Jun!"
The sword light poured down like a galaxy, instantly piercing through the corpse king's chest! However, the corpse king grabbed the sword blade, and the rotten flesh squirmed and stuck the sword tip in the bone gap: "Human... You can't kill me..."
Fu Shaoping's pupils suddenly shrank—the Corpse King's other bone claw had already slapped towards his crown!
In a split second between life and death, Fu Shaoping suddenly let go of his sword and retreated violently, but was still hit on the shoulder by the claw wind! With a "crack", his left shoulder bone was fractured and blood spurted out!
The corpse king laughed wildly, pulled out the sword from his chest and threw it into the abyss: "Now, you don't even have a sword!"
Fu Shaoping knelt on the ground, panting, his vision blurred by blood loss. He looked at the blood lotus on the stone platform - that was the only hope to save Nangong Wan.
"The sword... has never been my reliance."
He suddenly jumped up and rushed towards the corpse king with his flesh and blood! The corpse king's claws pierced his right abdomen, but he took advantage of the situation to climb up the corpse king's arm, and grabbed the black heart in his chest with his bloody hands!
"Xuantian Forbidden Technique: Burning Soul Hand!"
A red-gold flame suddenly burst out from his palm, and the corpse king's heart was burned and smoked! It howled miserably and swung its body wildly. Fu Shaoping was smashed heavily on the stone platform, and the sound of his ribs breaking could be clearly heard!
"Right now..." He vomited blood and used his last bit of strength to pounce on the blood lotus and tear off the lotus stem!
“No——!!” The corpse king’s body instantly disintegrated and turned into black ash all over the sky.
Fu Shaoping collapsed in a pool of blood, holding the blood lotus tightly in his hand. His right abdomen was pierced, his left shoulder bone was broken, and the corpse poison eroded his heart veins through the wound, and his skin had turned deathly gray.
"Wan'er...wait for me..."
He trembled as he took out a teleportation talisman and stuck it to his chest. With a flash of light, his figure disappeared from the abyss.
At the last moment, his blood dripped onto the petals of the blood lotus and was actually absorbed by the drop of red-gold flower dew. A faint... breath of heavenly fire emerged from the heart of the lotus.
Wait until he brings the medicine back.
Hua Qianshu was very surprised and nodded to Fu Shaoping with admiration:
"Wait a moment"
talking.
Start refining medicine.
Inside the Wanhua Valley's alchemy room, the Netherworld Blood Lotus was refined into a bowl of red-gold medicinal juice, which was boiling and rolling like lava.
Hua Qianshu pinched Nangong Wan's jaw open and poured the liquid medicine into her throat. The liquid medicine flowed into her throat, making a "hissing" burning sound. "Whether she can wake up or not depends on her luck."
Fu Shaoping stared at the bed, his eyes, which had not been closed for three days, were full of bloodshot. The wound on his shoulder had been simply bandaged, but black blood was still oozing out.
Suddenly, a golden mark flashed between Nangong Wan’s eyebrows.
"Wan'er?!"
The woman on the bed's eyelashes trembled slightly, and slowly opened like butterfly wings.
At first glance, I saw the festering wound on Fu Shaoping's shoulder and the black sword robe soaked in blood.
"Fool..." She was barely able to breathe, but she raised her hand with all her strength, and touched his thin cheek with her fingertips, "Your sword... is much blunter than before..."
Fu Shaoping grabbed her hand and pressed it against his face, tears falling into her palm, hot.
Outside the window, the morning light penetrated the clouds and covered the alchemy room like a golden gauze.
Hua Qianshu leaned against the door and chuckled, his purple robe glowing with an enchanting sheen in the morning light: "Heavenly fire is reborn, dead trees come back to life... Interesting, really interesting." (End of this chapter)