svetikya Page 220
Page 220
He slammed the token heavily on the table, causing ripples to spread in the cold teacup. Young Master Wei, it seems you are about to face the royal elite directly.
The shadows behind the screen suddenly lifted, and Wei Changxuan slowly stepped out.
The moon-white robes billowed in the invisible currents, and the jade pendant at the waist suddenly emitted a faint light—
That was a token infused with the power of primordial chaos by Qingxuzi before his departure.
His fingertips traced the Primordial Sword Talisman hidden in his sleeve.
The golden patterns flowing across the surface of the talisman seemed to come alive, casting shimmering starlight onto the cuffs:
Liu Yue is known as the number one swordsman in Beili; I'd like to see his Shattering Star Sword Technique.
Can they withstand this sword talisman that has gathered the spiritual energy of heaven and earth for three hundred years?
Suddenly, the long cry of an owl came from outside the window, and the locust trees in the entire courtyard swayed without any wind.
Amidst the swirling of countless branches and leaves, countless sword shadows were cast upon the ground.
Wei Changxuan raised his hand and formed a hand seal. The sword energy condensed at his fingertips instantly sliced the Xuan paper on the table into a flurry of flying snowflakes.
Each piece of paper floats in the air, piecing together the outline of Mount Qingcheng shrouded in mist:
When the Primordial Sword Talisman triggers the seal of the Azure Sky Secret Realm, this calamity, foretold for a thousand years, should finally come to an end.
As the night deepened and the water clock stopped, the sound of the clapper at the third watch pierced through the heavy darkness.
Wei Changxuan stood under the eaves, gazing at the faint purple clouds emerging on the northern horizon—a sign that the royal treasure, the Purple Lightning Thunder Array, was about to be activated.
Behind him, Jing Ni had already finished assembling the Mo family's mechanical crossbow.
Yan Lingji's flames condensed into chains that wrapped around her body, while Lu Shaoyou and Sikong Yan were adjusting the long-distance communication talisman they had obtained from the Tianji Pavilion.
This storm, brewing for a century, has finally swept towards Qingcheng Mountain, carrying with it the power of the Primordial Era and royal secrets.
Chapter 408 Baichuan Tower!
As the night lingered, the morning mist, thick as ink, surged and swallowed up the ruins of the Lei family's villa.
On the broken white marble steps, congealed bloodstains gleamed with a dark red luster under the early morning sun.
Like a spider web riddled with cracks, it tells the story of last night's fierce battle.
Wei Changxuan raised his hand to shield his eyes from the blinding morning light, and the golden wheel pattern that was faintly visible beneath his dark outfit suddenly began to glow.
The light, like a cluster of leaping starlight, flickered uncertainly beneath the fabric—
This is the Azure Sky Secret Realm's silent response to the Primordial Power, foreshadowing an earth-shattering adventure about to begin.
As the group stepped into the ruins of Feixian Temple, the thousand-year-old stone steps beneath their feet suddenly emitted a faint blue glow.
The long-dormant star patterns awakened in the dim light.
It flowed slowly like a living thing, resonating with the clear and melodious vibrations of the dark pattern 783 on Wei Changxuan's chest.
The vibration startled the dust in the air, causing the golden bells in Yan Lingji's hair to jingle.
The crisp sound echoed through the deathly silent ruins, adding to the eeriness.
Beware! Jingni's Jingni Sword suddenly emitted a humming sound like a dragon's roar.
The sword gleamed with a cold light, its blade trembling violently as it pointed towards the depths of the mist on the right.
In an instant, the morning mist surged like boiling water, and thirty-six dark figures emerged one after another, stepping on the broken palace lanterns.
The withered leaves floated eerily in mid-air beneath their feet, as if supported by an unseen force.
The shadowy figure moved in an eerie arc.
The wine gourd at the waist of Meng Lang, who was in the lead, was still dripping with wine.
The copper bell on the nine-ringed sword was covered with dark red blood rust. With each step, blackened footprints were left on the bluestone slab, and the air was filled with a pungent smell of burning.
Young Master Wei has such refined tastes, going for a stroll in the mountains and waters so early in the morning?
Meng Lang tilted his head back and drank the last mouthful of strong liquor, his Adam's apple bobbing violently.
He suddenly lunged forward, his blade precisely ripping off Wei Changxuan's hanging sash, the cold light almost touching his skin.
You know the rules of Baichuan Tower—hand over the jade slip, and I'll leave you with a whole corpse.
His voice was deep and cold, carrying an undeniable killing intent.
Behind him, three men in black stood like ghosts.
The bronze coffin carried by the person on the far left was seeping out dark green bodily fluid, which slowly flowed down the coffin.
The two characters "Yellow Springs" on the coffin lid were greedily absorbing the yin energy of heaven and earth.
Slowly, crimson blood beads seeped out, gathering into eerie patterns on the surface of the coffin.
Lu Shaoyou stepped forward with his sword in hand. The cloud patterns on the Qingxiao sword sheath glowed with a faint blue light, as if there were living creatures swimming within them.
Mad Blade Menglang, do you know that this 644 jade slip is the destined key to unlock the Azure Sky Secret Realm?
His voice was calm and firm, but it couldn't hide the wariness in his eyes.
Before he finished speaking, Meng Lang's pupils suddenly contracted to pinpoints, and the veins on his hand holding the wine gourd bulged.
With a loud bang, the gourd exploded, and the wine splashed everywhere.
"I only want the Heavenly Punishment Thunder Marrow!" Meng Lang roared, his voice filled with madness.
That thing can bring the Yellow Springs puppets in the Dark River back to life!
His eyes gleamed with fanaticism, as if he had already seen the power to control life and death.
Amidst the earth-shaking tremors, the bronze coffin lid shot into the sky like a meteorite.
The moment the morning mist was torn apart, wisps of dark green miasma rose from the coffin.
Twelve puppets covered in bluish-black scales emerged from the ground.
The gears at the joints made a teeth-grinding sound as they turned.
Ghostly green flames flickered in their hollow eye sockets, and the poisonous crystals formed on their fingernails reflected eerie, seven-colored light.
Wherever it passed, the grass withered instantly, and white corrosive smoke rose from the rock surfaces.
Chapter 409 Breaking the Formation!
"Beware of the poisonous miasma in the underground river!" Lei Qianjue roared, and lightning crackled around him.
Lightning condensed in his palm into a Bagua shield, its surface crackling with purple electric currents.
However, upon contact with the putrid mist spewed by the puppet, it emitted a piercing sizzling sound.
The surface of the Bagua shield was rapidly eroded with countless holes.
The black poisonous mist seeped in through the cracks, burning charred marks on Lei Qianjue's arm.
Wei Changxuan lightly touched the broken eaves with his toes, his black outfit fluttering in the wind.
The primordial true energy condensed into a golden light shield around his body, almost tangible.
The runes flowing on the surface of the light shield echoed the star patterns on the stone steps beneath our feet.
Amidst the sharp crack of the puppet horde's claws tearing through the air, he flicked his finger towards the ground.
A Tai Chi diagram, about ten feet wide, suddenly unfolded.
The yin-yang fish eyes burst forth with blinding light, sending the three rushing puppets flying backward and crashing into the broken wall, creating a deep, human-shaped crater.
Break the formation! Wei Changxuan pointed his sword at the sky, his voice booming like a bell.
Yan Lingji's long hair flew wildly, and nine crimson fire chains rose around her.
At the end of each chain of fire, eerie, ghostly blue flames were coiled.
The fiery chains coiled around the puppet's neck like serpents, instantly turning its scales bright red.
Jing Ni's sword flashed with a cold light, its tip precisely piercing the gap in the puppet's joints.
The Mohist mechanical patterns engraved on the sword glowed blue, and with a few clicks, the joints of several puppets snapped.
Upon seeing this, Meng Lang's eyes widened in fury, and the wine gourd at his waist was completely shattered, the wine evaporating into white mist around him.
He roared and brandished his nine-ringed saber, the copper bells on the blade ringing out with a deafening sound.
Each blade shadow was enveloped in black qi.
Wei Changxuan! Taste my Madman Triple Wave! Three ten-zhang-long black blade energies slashed down like raging dragons.
Wherever it passed, the air crackled and popped under the strain.
The ground was instantly plowed into bottomless ravines, and the flying pebbles even solidified into sharp stone blades in mid-air.
Wei Changxuan slowly brought his palms together, and the Primordial True Qi condensed into a rotating golden vortex in his palms.
Ancient primordial script appeared on the surface of the vortex, and the light it emitted dyed everything around it golden.
The moment the surging sword energy touched the vortex, it was sucked into it and turned into starlight that dissipated into the air.
Meng Lang stared wide-eyed in disbelief, staggering back several steps.
Just then, a cold light flashed, and Lu Shaoyou's Qingxiao Sword was already pressed against the back of Meng Lang's neck.
The blue light flowing from the sword burned Meng Lang's Taoist robe, emitting a slight burnt smell.
Suddenly, the empty coffin emitted a teeth-grinding grinding sound, and half a jade slip engraved with thunder patterns slowly rose from the bottom of the coffin.
The lightning flowing across the surface of the jade slip resonated with the golden wheel pattern on Wei Changxuan's chest, forming a dazzling bridge of light in the air.
Chapter 410 Tianji—Qing Xuzi!
Lei Qianjue's silver hair stood on end, and lightning crackled around him like countless silver snakes, weaving a crackling electric net around him.
His ten fingers blurred into afterimages, instantly forming thirty-six lightning seals, ancient runes burning in the void.
In an instant, the earth roared as if it could no longer bear the weight.
Giant Bagua thunder patterns emerged from the ground, and bolts of lightning as thick as bowls fell continuously from the rolling dark clouds.
Like silver waterfalls cascading from the sky, they intertwined on the ground to form an impenetrable cage of lightning.
The puppets trapped within the Thunder Punishment Formation emitted sharp, piercing screams.
Their dark blue scales sizzled as they were burned by the lightning, sending up plumes of white smoke that smelled of burning.