plumnovel Chapter 243: Anomaly
Chapter 243: Anomaly
"Only Sister Qing Shuang has such mastery of swordsmanship, with sword intent at her side?" Murong Xi murmured to herself.
Yan Zekun's gaze sharpened as he stared intently ahead, his right hand unconsciously twitching slightly.
From to one side and behind, Yang Jiuli took it in, his mind clear as a mirror, and his body unconsciously retreated about ten feet.
At this moment, the seal was fully formed. Murong Qingshuang guided the seal with a hand gesture, and the seal, carrying a powerful sword energy, was injected into the token in front of her.
In an instant, the token shone brightly, dazzling the eyes, like a spiritual sword drawn from its sheath, its sharpness captivating.
Before this ancient token, sword energy intertwined and condensed into a sword of energy.
Sword energy condensed around the edge of the sword, making it resemble an ancient token.
With a hand gesture from Murong Qingshuang, the sword flashed, like a token, flying vertically towards the recessed area in the hall ahead. It then passed through the invisible barrier and imprinted itself into the recess.
In an instant, runes bloomed in the groove.
Absorb this sword of energy.
The runes next to it began to light up little by little.
Upon seeing this, Murong Xi and the others held their breath.
"If Sister Qing Shuang is also unable to do it, I'm afraid this trip will be in vain!" the woman in colorful clothes thought to herself.
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, a brilliant light suddenly burst forth from the palace gate.
Then, a deep sound rang out, and the closed door began to slowly open.
Along with it came a whiff of long-forgotten dust that swept through the hall.
"The palace gates... are open!" Murong Xi's eyes lit up upon seeing this.
"We succeeded!" The woman in colorful clothes and the woman at the ninth level of Qi Refining were both extremely excited.
"It's activated!" Yang Jiuli's eyes flashed, and at the same time, he flicked his hand, and a talisman appeared in his palm.
It was at this moment.
A sudden change occurred.
But then they saw that a golden array plate had appeared in front of Yan Zekun at some point.
With a flick of his hand, the array plate shimmered with light, and the Qi of Earth rose up.
But ahead, where Murong Qingshuang and the others stood, array patterns appeared, and the "Earth Qi" rose up.
The "Earth Qi" was as fierce as a gale, rising up like an earth dragon ascending to the sky, its momentum surging.
However, at that moment, Murong Qing Shuang raised her right hand, and the 'token' in front of her disappeared into her storage bag.
At the same time, her body soared upwards, as if she had anticipated this.
As she floated in the air, a talisman appeared in her left hand and was activated instantly.
A mysterious light rose from the talisman, transforming into a protective shield.
next to.
Murong Xi, along with the woman in colorful clothes and the woman at the ninth level of Qi Refining, all soared upwards and activated second-tier talismans for protection.
The "Earth Qi" surged forth like a fierce storm dragon, yet failed to harm anyone.
All of them were blocked by the light shield generated by the second-order talisman.
Even so, the fierce winds from the ground surged upwards, each gust more powerful than a strike from a late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator.
In the blink of an eye, cracks appeared in the protective light shield of Murong Xi and the others.
Murong Qing Shuang was not in a hurry. With a flick of her left hand, light patterns flashed in her palm, and a 'Frosty Ice Fiend Bell' appeared, gleaming with cold light. The bell was summoned and hung high above her head, with runes flashing on it, causing ripples to appear in the air.
The icy spirit bell, which was originally the size of a palm, spun around and transformed into a giant bell that was about ten feet wide and sixteen feet tall.
Seeing this, Murong Xi, the woman in colorful clothes, and the woman at the ninth level of Qi Refining rode the wind, along with their protective light shields, and flew to the foot of the giant bell. As the three flew under the bell, light patterns descended from its surface, directly connecting to the area below.
At the bottom of the giant bell, light patterns bloom, forming a light curtain that seals the bell mouth.
This ensures that everyone inside the bell is not disturbed by the "Earth Qi" below.
"Oh, a near-third-tier 'Frostbite Ice Fiend Bell'!" Upon seeing this, Yan Zekun's eyes flashed, but he didn't seem surprised.
At this moment, inside the bell, Murong Qingshuang made a hand gesture.
The cold current descended like a waterfall, blocking even the raging "Earth Qi".
"Elder Yan, what are you doing!" Inside the bell, Murong Qing Shuang's gaze was icy as she stepped out.
With a single step, a chilling current swept out from beneath her jade-like feet, transforming into a long river suspended in the air, carrying her in mid-air.
"Why ask such a question, my niece Murong... Our ancestors both came to this secret realm and gained opportunities..." Yan Zekun said, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Your Murong clan obtained the quasi-third-tier 'Frosty Flow Sword Technique,' while my Yan clan obtained the quasi-third-tier array inheritance."
"Unfortunately, this ancient hall is currently only accessible to those who possess the 'Sword Dao Inheritance,' which has prevented my clan from obtaining this opportunity for three hundred years. Now that the hall has been opened, it is only right that we eliminate those who have the privilege to enjoy it alone!" he said coldly.
"After all, this secret realm... still holds countless opportunities waiting to be discovered, and it's naturally better if fewer clans know about it."
He grinned.
"Hmph, Yan Zekun, after hundreds of years of friendship between our two clans... you actually betrayed our trust!" Murong Xi roared.
"What do you mean by treachery? If you had the ability, why would your Murong clan have spared my Yan clan?" Yan Zekun said.
"You..." Murong Xi was furious.
He looked at Murong Qingshuang.
Now that they are trapped by this formation, they are clearly at a disadvantage, and further words are pointless.
"You think... you can trap and kill us with this crude formation?" Murong Qingshuang said coldly.
As she spoke, she moved her jade-like hand, and the 'Frosty White Sword' appeared in her hand.
Inside her body, water vapor rose and swept out.
A gentle murmur could be heard.
Then a wave surged forth, sweeping outwards.
Her clothes fluttered in the wind, and she exuded an imposing aura.
"Killing you...is of course..." Yan Zekun said coldly.
However, before he could say anything more, his pupils suddenly contracted.
But behind Murong Qingshuang, a cold current surged, and a 'human flower' appeared, bursting forth with vast waves.
Followed by.
A 'ground flower' appeared, and another wave of water surged out, causing the earth-colored light that had been trapping them to tremble.
The surging water made it seem as if a great river was rushing beneath Murong Qingshuang's feet, with waves rolling and overlapping like undulating waves.
This momentum has not yet subsided.
At Murong Qingshuang's dantian, water mist rose, and a vast wave of magical power swept out once again.
A 'small flower' appeared.
Three flowers gathered at the top, and a powerful cold current overflowed from the flowers, hanging down, making the area beneath them appear as if it had transformed into a vast ocean.
A powerful aura was also bestowed upon Murong Qingshuang.
Her robes fluttered in the wind, making a rustling sound, while the cold mist in the long river beneath her feet stirred and rose, making her appear ethereal and otherworldly.
At this moment, she gripped the sword, her cold gaze sharp as a blade.
"Three flowers gather at the top..."
"Late stage of Foundation Establishment!" Yan Zhenshu's pupils shrank, and he stared in shock at the woman inside the array light screen in front of him.
"Late stage of Foundation Establishment... Such cultivation at such a young age... Niece Murong truly deserves to be called a prodigy of the Murong clan in the last two hundred years... However, no matter how amazing your talent, you are destined to perish here today, and no one can save you from death."
Although Yan Zekun was surprised, he remained calm and stared coldly at the woman inside the formation in front of him.
Murong Qingshuang remained silent. She simply moved her jade-like hand, flicking her long sword, and the surrounding cold mist moved with the sword.
But then a flash of sword light appeared, and a powerful sword aura burst forth from the sword, causing the long river beneath her feet to surge and move in tandem.
The fifth move of the "Frosty Flow Sword Technique": Frosty Flow Sweeps Across the Wilderness, is unleashed.
A river of swords, carrying immense sword energy, surged forward towards the array of light that had trapped them.
The sword energy was sharp and fierce, and the river was surging like waves, crashing against the array's light screen again and again.
In the blink of an eye, the array's light barrier shattered.
The mighty Sword River transformed into a tidal wave, sweeping towards Yan Zekun and the others ahead.
The waves surged in, the sword energy like a fierce wind.
Yan Zhenshu, Yan Haolin, and the others felt a chill run down their spines and immediately retreated to the left and right.
Yan Zekun formed hand seals, and the "Earth Qi" within his body surged forth, transforming into a three-zhang-high earthen wall that stood in front of him, blocking the oncoming wave. The wave crashed down from the sky and scattered across the ground.
However, the wave came one after another.
When the final wave crashed in, the "Wall of Earth" collapsed.
The river of sword energy also dissipated.
Murong Qingshuang, however, took a step and walked on the water, coldly staring at Yan Zekun in front of her.
Behind them, Murong Xi and the woman in colorful clothes flew out from the "Frosty Ice Bell," also displaying the extraordinary phenomenon of transforming into an immortal.
Coming from the long river.
They stood to Murong Qingshuang's left and right, coldly looking at the Yan clan cultivators.
"Ancient swordsmanship, truly extraordinary!" Yan Zekun flicked his sleeve, creating a light shield to block the splashing water.
He looked at Murong Qingshuang, a smile appearing on his lips, and said lightly.
Although the enemy broke through the formation, he remained calm and composed, showing no sign of panic.
This caused Murong Xi and the woman in colorful clothes on the other side to exchange a glance, both revealing solemn expressions.
"Does this old fellow have some tricks up his sleeve?" Murong Xi murmured, then looked at Murong Qingshuang.
Murong Qingshuang ignored Yan Zekun. Instead, she blinked her beautiful eyes and looked towards the right corner of the hall.
There, Yang Jiuli stood alone.
Immediately, everyone looked at Yang Jiuli.
"Fellow Daoist Li, this Yan Zekun has betrayed his promise and intends to monopolize the ancient inheritance. I urge you and I to join forces to capture this fiend. Only then can we return safely from this place!" Murong Qingshuang said, cupping her hands to Yang Jiuli while holding her sword.
"Join forces?" Yang Jiuli looked at Murong Qingshuang and shook his head slightly.
Murong Qingshuang's ability to conceal her strength is indeed quite remarkable.
Although she has escaped the trap of the formation, she still faces another tribulation.
Whether she can pull through remains to be seen.
Therefore, Yang Jiuli did not make a decision.
He didn't want to be cannon fodder.
"What's wrong, Fellow Daoist Li? Do you have some concerns?" Murong Qing Shuang said. "Don't worry, I am not a short-sighted person. Besides, you clearly still had strength left when you fought me earlier... With your methods, it won't be easy for me to get the better of you. We are both sword cultivators and are of the same path. Now that we have received the inheritance, we can have more exchanges in the future."
"Let's improve together!"
Her beautiful eyes blinked, her face full of sincerity.