C524 The Lanterns Were Lit
C524 The Lanterns Were Lit
The gathered General Grade Yin Demon no longer circled and rushed towards Chen Yu and his partner in unison.
The cold aura gave off a bone-piercing chilliness. This chilliness seemed to have seeped into the marrow of one's bones, causing one's mind to become dark and desperate, as if they couldn't feel the existence of hope.
Woo woo woo … The wuwu sounds continuously rang out, shaking the soul and causing people to become inexplicably irritated.
At this time, Chen Yu's Flamingo flew up and released blazing flames, burning the Yin Demon one by one.
Mo Rann's strength was finally fully displayed. He no longer released the Sword Spirit, but combined it with the sword in his hands. This could reduce the damage the sword spirit would cause when killing Yin Demon s. The sword in his hand danced, unable to advance. When the blade of the sword slashed down on a General Level Yin Demon, it would definitely be destroyed. Furthermore, the sword Qi that the Spirit of the Sword Qi was releasing, although it was unable to kill the Yin Demon, it would at least cause damage to the Spirit of the Sword.
One after another, the Yin Demon let out mournful howls, like moths that were thrown into the fire, as they were continuously exterminated by Chen Yu and his companion.
The two of them took big steps as they destroyed the Yin Demon s.
At the beginning, the two of them could be considered to be relaxed, but after an hour, Chen Yu felt the flames from the Flamingo become much dimmer.
A normal General Level Yin Demon would not pose much of a threat to warriors in the middle and late stages of Spirit Accumulation Stage, but when there were tens of thousands of General Level Yin Demon and they were unable to be killed, it would become troublesome.
Chen Yu turned around and looked at Mo Rann. He saw that the latter's speed was still very fast and steady, but her sword aura was not as sharp as before.
Chen Yu, who did not want the Flamingo to be damaged to the point that it could not recover, waved his hand and recalled the Flamingo. He then punched out, and a long dragon covered in blood roared out, smashing into ten or so Yin Demon, turning into a dark fog.
One of them charged a hundred meters in front of him before the Astral Energy dragon shattered.
The blood and Qi gathered by the Blood Flames were also very powerful against the Yin Demon, but under such a situation, the consumption was not little, and with such a punch, the Yin Demon could only be shattered in one direction.
There were too many Yin Demon, almost no end.
"Senior apprentice brother Mo, how long before these Yin Demon disperse?" Chen Yu urged his Ice Fish Spiritual Soul and it turned into a giant fish. It whizzed out and froze the seven to eight Yin Demon into pieces wherever it went. However, compared to the Flamingo's effect which was almost natural, the Ice Fish Spiritual Soul's lethality was much lower.
On the other hand, Flamingo's killing power was stronger, but their rate of consumption was also faster, so the ice fish's rate of consumption was a little slower.
"There should still be two hours!" There seems to be more Yin Demon tonight than last night, huh? " Mo Rann continued to draw her sword, her voice sounded tired, but halfway through her words, his eyes focused, "Junior Brother Chen, you're actually a spirit of both fire and ice?"
These last two hours would undoubtedly be difficult to bear. Chen Yu said, "I guess so, senior apprentice brother Mo. If you can't hold on, just let me know!"
They continued onward. An hour later, the ice fish Spiritual Soul could not hold on either, its spirit energy could not help but dim down. Chen Yu had no choice but to keep the ice fish Spiritual Soul and release the golden centipede Spiritual Soul instead.
Although the golden centipede had yet to reach Heaven Rank, it was still a Spiritual Soul that once belonged to a Profound Dark Stage Ranker. Its might was very strong, and as it circled around Chen Yu, with a swing of its thousand legs, it tore apart Yin Demon one after another.
Mo Rann, who was following behind Chen Yu, had her mouth agape, as if she had forgotten to wave the long sword in her hand, and was struck by the general level Yin Demon, causing the protective Spiritual Dipper to dim for a moment. He ignored them and asked: "Junior Brother Chen, you have three spirits?"
Chen Yu did not expect Mo Rann to be so concerned about this. He turned around and looked at Mo Rann. The latter could not hide her fatigue as the sword light in her hand became dimmer and dimmer.
Chen Yu urged the golden centipede to fly towards Mo Rann while he himself activated the blood flame to form a defense. He did not answer Mo Rann's question.
The golden centipede flew in a circle, crushing all the Yin Demon around Mo Rann. Mo Rann panted heavily as she thanked him, "Last night's consumption was too great. I can't hold on much longer tonight."
Halfway through her sentence, Mo Rann looked around and her gaze suddenly froze. She pointed to the north and said, "Eh, Junior Brother Chen, look over there!"
Chen Yu turned his head and looked. In his dark vision, there was actually a bit of light that was faintly discernible. That light beam should be more than ten miles away, but it was only a little bit that made people feel excited.
"Let's go!" Chen Yu was overjoyed. He urged the golden centipede to fly towards that direction.
Mo Rann braced herself to keep up.
The Yin Demon was still whistling over, the golden centipede barely blocked them. After a while, as the distance between Chen Yu and Chen Yu shortened, through the gap that the Yin Demon had made from time to time, the two of them could see that the light came from a glazed lamp hanging in the middle of a Yin Ruins.
The light carried a clear and pure meaning. In an environment like this ancient battlefield, one would inexplicably feel at ease.
The closer they got, the more Yin Demon s the Chen Yu and the other two felt like there were more of them in the air, they were all being drawn in by the two of them, and they started to attack fiercely, the Golden Centipede Spiritual Soul was also busy, many of the Yin Demon generals rushed onto the two of them, causing their protective Spiritual Dipper s to be broken into pieces, while the general level Yin Demon was about to charge into their eyes, ears and noses like a cold wind.
When he brandished his sword again, he was already unable to defend against the dense number of Yin Demon s. He could only unleash his Sword Spirit, which could travel around his body. As a result, his Sword Spirit's light became dimmer and dimmer, and was close to being destroyed.
"I can't hold on any longer!" Mo Rann said helplessly.
Chen Yu kept his Wind Stabilization Blade, patted his Storage Bag, and a fire attributed Spirit Blade appeared in his hands. He turned around and shouted: "Put away your sword spirit!"
Mo Rann withdrew her sword spirit, Chen Yu grabbed onto Mo Rann's collar and lifted him up. At the same time, he urged the fire Spirit Vortex in his dantian, and the fire Spiritual Dipper rushed into the blade.
The cries of Yin Demon s were incomparably mournful.
The golden centipede led the way, and Chen Yu led Mo Rann straight ahead.
In front of them, the closer they got to the Yin Ruins, the more Yin Demon there were. Chen Yu waved his Spirit Blaze Saber and had to use the Blood Blaze to protect himself and Mo Rann.
A few minutes later, they finally arrived at the Yin Ruins where the lights were. Chen Yu's eyes were bloodshot, and when he looked carefully, he saw that the glazed lamp was hanging on a broken wall in the ruins. Under the glazed lamp, five warriors were sitting on the ground with bonfire, drinking wine and looking very relaxed.
Once in a while, Yin Demon would charge towards those warriors, but when they entered the light radius, they would be vaporized and purified, and before they even reached those warriors, they would completely disappear.
"It really is an amazing magic tool!" If one looked carefully at the bright and clear glazed lamp, they would see that the lamp was bronze in shape with a pure glaze covering it. The entire lamp was covered with circulating spirit patterns, making it seem delicate and exquisite. Chen Yu reckoned that this magical equipment was at the Profound Artifact level, and it seemed to be specifically designed for Yin Demon s.
It was obvious that these warriors had come prepared.
Chen Yu's approach also attracted the attention of a few warriors. In the darkness surrounded by Yin Demon, the commotion caused by Chen Yu's flaming sabre was not small. After glancing at Chen Yu, they all stood up, held their weapons in their hands, and looked alert.
Chen Yu had forced away one of the commander level Yin Demon with a single slash, and after forcing all the other Yin Demon away, he jumped over the ruins and landed in the area covered by the light.
When the light shone on his body, Chen Yu felt warm. That kind of warmth was rare, it was everywhere in the ancient battlefield, even in a cold and gloomy environment. People couldn't help but feel touched by it.
The Yin Demon that had been pestering Chen Yu and his companion all this while followed Chen Yu into the light, and started to scream miserably, disappearing into nothingness.
"Who is it?" Several warriors were staring at Chen Yu like tigers staring at their prey. One of them with a huge body and holding a long blade shouted.
Chen Yu put Mo Rann down, and the latter fell to the ground, gasping for air.
Without exception, all of them were warriors at the late stage of the Spirit Accumulation Stage. Especially one of them, a man with thick eyebrows and narrow eyes, who wore a black robe, stood there with a cold face and did not reveal any aura, which made Chen Yu's heart palpitate. He was certain that this person was an extremely dangerous character.
These few people should not be Ruling Spirit Sect disciples, and looking at Mo Rann's reaction, it seemed that she was not a Langya Sword Sect disciple either.
"Ruling Spirit Sect, Chen Yu. Langya Sword Sect, Mo Rann. Greetings, everyone!" Chen Yu said, "Seeing the lights from afar, we came here to avoid them. Sorry to bother you. May I know who you are?"
The five martial artists looked at each other, and then some of them began to chuckle.
"Ruling Spirit Sect Warriors, Langya Sword Sect Warriors, what's this supposed to be? You're throwing yourself into a trap?" A skinny martial artist who carried a trace of ruthlessness in his voice brandished the long sword in his hand and said in a mocking tone.
The others also laughed, but they all looked at the man in black, whether intentionally or unintentionally.
The tall and sturdy man from before scrutinized the Chen Yu duo and said, "It's quite rare to be able to reach the depths of the ancient battlefield. Mn, one of us is on the second level of Spirit Accumulation Stage while the other is on the eighth. This is rather interesting! "
Everyone's eyes were focused on Chen Yu. Compared to Mo Rann, Chen Yu's cultivation level was much lower. However, he did not look tired. This naturally surprised the warriors.
Mo Rann looked a little upset, but she could not retort. She could only silently criticise Chen Yu for his perverted performance!
"Don't bother killing them, just drive them out of the range of the Mighty Glass Lamp!" The man, who made Chen Yu feel danger, looked at the darkness surrounding the Yin Ruins and suddenly spoke.
"Alright!" The other four fighters responded as they approached Chen Yu and his partner with cat and mouse expressions on their faces.
Mo Rann looked miserable.
Chen Yu shook his head and said lightly, "Are you sure you want to do this?"
"What? Shouldn't we be doing this?" The man with the aura of a ruffian giggled and said: "If we don't kill you with our own hands, it would already be us being merciful. If you know what's good for you, get lost!"
The other three people also laughed as if they heard this. They looked at Chen Yu with deep ridicule.
Even though Chen Yu's strength seemed to be slightly stronger than Mo Rann's, who was at the eighth level of Spirit Accumulation Stage, these few people did not think that Chen Yu's words had even the slightest bit of deterrence.