Bones.
Bones.
Bones.
Pale as snow, piled up like a mountain, layered, spreading to the end of the blue light that could not be penetrated by sight. Countless empty eye sockets looked up in the dead silence, solidifying the despair and wailing of billions of years ago. Li Hua lay on the cold bronze "island", with bone dust as thick as snow under him. Every weak breath stirred the thick blood and metal rust that had settled for thousands of years. What he saw before him was a solidified epic of death, a cemetery where gods fell.
The huge bronze claw remains, like a claw stretched out from hell, five finger bones covered with verdigris and dark blood scabs, were deeply embedded in the top of the skeleton altar. The broken and twisted bronze roots were wrapped around it, like blood vessels that were forcibly torn apart, and the blue sparks flowing in them were dim and about to die. The thick black fog, surging with madness and evil, like the dirty blood flowing from the wound of the giant claw, spread from the root of the claw and enveloped the entire sea of bones.
And in the palm of the giant claw - the core wrapped in the thickest evil fog - a faint, pure and tough silver halo, like a lonely lamp in a storm, flickered tenaciously!
Qingluan!
Li Hua's heart was tightly grasped by a cold hand! She is here! In the center of this pollution source, she alone fights against the evil erosion of ten thousand years and the terrifying pressure of Mo Li!
His eyes suddenly turned to the void just above the remains of the giant claw. There, the distortion of space is like the surface of water with stones thrown into it, and circles of visible ripples are spreading wildly! In the center of the ripples, the sticky shadows like ink are gathering and rotating, and a space vortex with cold geometric spots flowing on the edge, exuding the breath of absolute order and destruction, is expanding and forming at a speed visible to the naked eye! Deep in the vortex, the terrifying scene of stars annihilated and laws collapsed can be seen faintly!
Mo Li! His original will is forcibly opening the last channel! The arrival is imminent!
"Uh..." Li Hua let out a broken hiss in his throat and struggled to get up. His body was like a broken old puppet, and every inch of it groaned in pain. The shadow poison wound on his left shoulder was icy cold, and the ink poison on his right arm had eroded past his elbow, bringing numbness to his soul. The backlash of forcibly tearing the space and the impact of Mo Li's pressure made his meridians like rags that were repeatedly burned.
A slightly cool hand with tenacious strength gently pressed on his chest that he tried to prop up.
It was Mei.
She still wore the silver-glowing Nuo mask that was as warm as jade. The light of the mask was dimmer than before, like a pearl covered in dust, and there was even a very fine crack on the edge. She knelt beside Li Hua, and the pair of eyes under the mask, shining with deep silver light, were staring at him quietly. In those eyes, there was no previous pain and confusion, only a kind of fatigue after experiencing a disaster and a rock-like determination.
She shook her head slightly, and the faint silver light lingering on her fingertips brushed across Li Hua's body, bringing a brief, cool comfort, barely suppressing the violent conflicting power and intense pain in his body.
"Save... energy..." A cold, slightly hoarse, but extremely clear voice came through the Nuo mask, with an unquestionable will. Her eyes turned to the silver light flashing in the palm of the huge bronze claw, and then to the rapidly expanding black vortex in the void. "Save her first... or... both of you will die..."
Li Hua instantly understood what she meant. Qingluan is the last guardian of this place, and the only person who may know how to fight against Mo Li's true body. If she is completely swallowed by the evil spirit or dies from the impact of Mo Li's arrival, the two of them will be dead in this desperate place! And Mo Li's channel of descent has been completed, and the time is so tight that it can be counted by breathing!
No choice!
Li Hua nodded with difficulty, conveying "understanding" with his eyes. He no longer tried to get up, but endured the severe pain, sank the remaining will into his body, and frantically squeezed every bit of power that could be mobilized, trying to restore a little ability to move.
Mei no longer looked at him. She slowly stood up, and turned her silver-glowing Nuo mask to the huge bronze claw wreckage that was as big as a mountain and exuded a monstrous evil spirit. In the eyes under the mask, silver light flowed, with a complex emotion of scrutiny, compassion and incomparable solemnity. She could clearly feel the terrifying power contained in the giant claw - it was the remains of the polluted body of the first generation Nuo God, the source of the evil spirit of ten thousand years, and the bridgehead for Mo Li's power to erode this place! But at the same time, deep in the core of the thick evil spirit, it seemed that there was also a very weak, extremely twisted, but from the same root... the breath of the origin of the Nuo God?
To save Qingluan, we must get close to the core of the pollution! Maybe we even need to communicate with the polluted wreckage?
Mei's fingertips trembled slightly, but her eyes instantly became extremely firm. She took a deep breath, and the silver Nuo mask glowed. Countless fine silver light threads composed of pure protective will spread out from the edge of the mask again, interweaving around her to form a relatively stable silver field, struggling to resist the evil black fog that permeated the space and the pressure emitted by the Mo Li vortex.
She took a step forward and stepped on the piles of bones!
Crack! Crack!
Countless dry bones shattered under her feet, making a tooth-grinding crisp sound. Every step was like stepping on the spine of the dead souls of thousands of years. The heavy resentment and evil spirits were like maggots on the tarsal bones, madly attacking the silver field, trying to erode her will.
Li Hua was lying on the ground, watching Mei, like a lone boat heading for the center of a storm, moving towards the faint silver light in the palm of the giant claw with difficulty and determination. He was anxious, but he could do nothing. He could only frantically mobilize the power in his body, trying to recover a little combat power as soon as possible.
The distance was shortening. The evil black fog was getting thicker and thicker, like a sticky quagmire, the scope of the silver field was constantly compressed, and the light became dimmer. Mei's steps became heavier and heavier, and the tiny cracks on the Nuo mask seemed to be spreading slowly.
Finally, she stepped onto the huge altar built of bones! Standing under the bronze giant claw covered with verdigris and blood scabs, as huge as a mountain!
The thick evil black fog seemed to have found its target, and it gathered and squeezed towards Mei frantically! The silver field groaned under the heavy load, fluctuated violently, and the scope was compressed to just stick to the surface of her body! The cracks on the mask became clearer!
"Senior Qingluan!" Mei's voice penetrated the Nuo mask, carrying the ancient rhythm of the Nuo witch bloodline that communicated with the ancestral spirits, trying to penetrate the evil fog and call the core that guarded the silver light.
The silver light in the palm of the giant claw jumped suddenly! As if responding!
However, at this moment!
Buzz——! ! !
The black vortex in the void shook violently! The speed of expansion suddenly accelerated! A cold, indifferent, terrifying will that seemed to freeze the entire time and space, like an invisible giant net, instantly enveloped the entire sea of bones!
Mo Li's will! His true body is about to come!
The moment this will came, the huge bronze claw seemed to be stimulated the most strongly! In the broken roots entangled on it, the dark blue sparks suddenly became violent and chaotic! The black mist evil energy covering the finger bones rolled and rose like boiling! A monstrous evil spirit full of chaos, madness and desire for destruction, which originated from the remains of the giant claw, mixed with Mo Li's cold will of order, turned into a black torrent visible to the naked eye, as thick as ink, with a scream that crushed the soul, and suddenly rushed down from the palm of the giant claw - towards Mei, who was struggling to call Qingluan on the altar below!
This attack was not directly made by Mo Li, but his will descended to trigger the most original pollution power accumulated in the remains of the giant claw itself! Its terrifying power far exceeded any previous attack! This is a mixture of Guixu pollution and the will of order, a torrent of destruction that is enough to annihilate the true immortals in an instant!
Mei was the first to bear the brunt! In front of this torrent of mixed evil power of the divine skeleton and Mo Li's will, the silver field was instantly torn and annihilated like thin paper! The terrifying pressure and destructive aura fell like billions of icebergs! She didn't even have time to react, and her body was completely locked and solidified! The cold touch of death instantly permeated the soul!
The pupils under the Nuo mask suddenly contracted! Despair!
"No--!!!" Li Hua's eyes were bloodshot, and he let out a desperate roar like a beast! All the remaining strength in his body was ignited by extreme anger and fear at this moment, and it exploded recklessly! His body bounced up from the ground like a cannonball, and rushed towards Mei desperately! Knowing that he was a mantis trying to stop a chariot, he had to block her in front of him!
However, it was too slow! The black torrent of destruction had already arrived!
At this critical moment, Mei was about to be completely swallowed up by the torrent that mixed the evil power of the divine skeleton and the will of Mo Li!
Clang--!!! ! !
A clear, lonely, and lofty piano sound that seemed to be able to pierce the eternal darkness, like a volcano that had been silent for billions of years, suddenly erupted from the palm of the huge bronze claw-from the core of that faint silver light-exploded!
The sound of the zither was no longer heavy and sad as before, but full of determination to perish together and guard till death!
With this sound of the zither that pierced through the clouds and cracked the rocks!
Boom!
The faint silver light that protected Qingluan, like the core of a stellar star that was ignited, suddenly burst into an unprecedented, blinding white light! The light instantly dispelled the thick evil fog several feet around the palm of the giant claw!
In the light, Qingluan's figure finally appeared!
She was still holding the ancient jade zither, but her green shirt was torn and stained with dark red blood. The veil covering her face had long disappeared, revealing a face as pale as snow, but still cold and extraordinary. There was blood on the corners of her mouth, but her eyes were still clear, like two deep pools that buried the stars, and at this moment, she was burning with a kind of madness and protective will that was almost divine!
Her fingertips were tightly clasped on the strings! And the jade zither was undergoing a heart-pounding change at this moment! The body of the zither was covered with spider-web-like cracks, and several of the strings had broken! The broken strings fell helplessly like dying silver snakes!
The resolute sound of the zither just now was the last and strongest power she had forcibly squeezed out at the cost of breaking her beloved jade zither!
The blazing white light of the zither sound was not a defense, but a huge and unmatched cyan-gold sound blade that was condensed to the extreme, with the law of purification and cutting! The moment this sound blade appeared, it carried a magnificent power that cut off fate and tore apart cause and effect. It ignored the distance in space and slashed fiercely and accurately on the black torrent that was about to devour Mei, which was a mixture of the evil power of the divine skeleton and the will of Mo Li!
Swish——!!! ! ! !
The indescribable piercing scream of the law level being forcibly torn and annihilated resounded through the space!
The cyan-gold sound blade and the black torrent collided brazenly!
No explosion! Only annihilation!
Wherever the sound blade passed, the sticky black torrent was like the dirty snow that met its nemesis, making a shrill "sizzling" sound, and was quickly purified, evaporated, and cut! The chaotic evil power and the cold will of order that constituted the torrent collapsed inch by inch in front of the ultimate piano sound that condensed Qingluan's lifelong cultivation and produced at the cost of breaking the life-defining magic weapon!
The black torrent was cut apart abruptly! The destructive force whizzed past both sides of Mei's body and slammed hard on the skeleton altar behind her! Countless skeletons were instantly turned into powder! The altar shook violently, and smoke and dust mixed with bone powder soared into the sky!
In the terrifying gale that the torrent of destruction passed by, Mei's body was blown away like a fallen leaf, the light of the silver-glowing Nuo mask suddenly dimmed, and a mouthful of blood spurted out from under the mask, and she fell heavily into the pile of bones!
After the huge cyan-gold sound blade cut through the torrent, it was still full of force. With the last wail, it fiercely cut into the joint of a phalanx covered with thick copper green and blood scabs on the huge bronze claw!
Crack --! ! !
A crisp and soul-shaking sound of breaking!
The huge bronze finger bone, which was as big as a mountain, was forcibly cut open at the joint by the sound blade that condensed Qingluan's last efforts. A terrifying crack several feet deep and with cyan-gold light flashing on the edge! The black liquid that was as thick as asphalt and emitting a foul smell, like the dirty blood of the giant claw, gushed out from the crack!
"Uh-ah-!!!"
An inhuman roar filled with endless pain, violence and madness suddenly shook out from the remains of the giant claw itself! This roar was not a sound, but a direct action on the soul! It was the twisted and chaotic will left in the polluted remains of the first generation of Nuo God! It was completely enraged by Qingluan's blow that cut off the finger bone!
The entire sea of bones shook wildly with this roar! Countless bones rolled down! The evil black mist surging on the giant claw suddenly surged several times, becoming more violent and chaotic! In the broken roots entangled on it, the blue sparks flickered wildly, like the last struggle of a dying beast!
And Qingluan, who made this ultimate attack, trembled violently at the moment when the sound blade hit the giant claw! The jade piano, which was already full of cracks, let out a wail that was overwhelmed, and exploded completely with a "bang", turning into countless fragments!
Puff——!
Qingluan spurted out a large mouthful of blood mixed with internal organs, and her body seemed to have been drained of all bones. She fell forward softly, falling powerlessly from the palm of the giant claw, and fell into the abyss below where thick evil energy and bone fragments were rolling! The blazing white protective light around her was extinguished in an instant, and her breath was as weak as burnt ashes!
"Qingluan——!" Mei, who had just struggled to get up from the pile of bones, saw this scene and let out a heart-wrenching cry!
In the void, the expansion speed of the ink-colored vortex seemed to stagnate slightly due to the interference of the Qingluan's piano sound and the injury of the giant claws. But then, a colder, more angry will that seemed to freeze time and space permeated from it!
In the center of the vortex, the sticky ink-colored shadow spun and condensed wildly! A giant hand covered with more solid, more perfect ink-colored scales flowing with cold geometric light spots, with pure annihilation black light lingering on the fingertips, slowly and unstoppably stretched out from the depths of the vortex!
Mo Li's true body! Crossed the boundary! Descended here!
Before the giant hand was fully extended, the pure, terrifying pressure that froze everything and defined order had swept across the entire sea of bones like a cold wave that announced the end of the world! All the bones turned into finer powder under the pressure, and the space groaned under the heavy pressure!
Li Hua had just barely stood up when he was knocked to the ground by this pressure that far exceeded the previous one! Mei's silver-glowing Nuo mask made a piercing whine, and the cracks expanded instantly! Even the evil black mist that was swirling on the remains of the huge bronze claw was forcibly suppressed and solidified by this absolute power!
The shadow of despair, cold and absolute, covered every inch of space. Qingluan fell, the giant claw was furious, and Mo Li's true body descended. All roads seemed to have been cut off.
And at this moment of death when everything was silent and only Mo Li's pressure enveloped everything——
On the huge bronze claw's finger bones, deep in the terrifying crack several feet deep that was cut by the Qingluan Sound Blade, a drop of viscous liquid like melted obsidian slowly and heavily dripped down.
This drop of liquid was not pure ink color.
At its core, a faint, almost imperceptible light, like the first light of dawn, was quietly lighting up.