MTL - Xianzun is Collapsing Every Day-Chapter 81 Wrath of Heaven
Ye Tingjiang beheaded a group of scorched corpse water ghosts with one sword. Although the monsters in the distance did not have spiritual wisdom, they were also shocked by his spiritual power.
But these few hesitations did not allow them to save their lives. Ye Tingjiang's spiritual light swayed, and the corpses were all over the ground.
Surprised and delighted, the old woman picked up her grandson from her arms and muttered, "Immortal, it's an immortal who came to save us..."
It was the first time that the victims saw a real monk, and for the rest of their lives, those who were left with a little strength fell to the ground, thanking Ye Tingjiang, and many refugees who were too weak to speak, just kept their eyes open and wept silently.
The whole city has experienced two months of drought, and for the first time there is an atmosphere of wealth and wealth. They have never been exposed to magic. They only know that when the immortals who can call the wind and call the rain come, they will be saved.
Only Ye Tingjiang, who was surrounded by the center, looked more dignified. He understood that these were just low-level monsters and nothing to worry about. And only if he kills these scorched corpse water ghosts, will Zongda be used as a haunt.
Sure enough, as he expected, the clear sky in the city was obscured by dark clouds, and an ominous and calamitous atmosphere faintly rose.
The victims couldn't tell where this breath came from, they only felt a burst of depression, and the sense of relief that they had just seen the immortal slaying the demon disappeared instantly. They panic in the bottom of their hearts for no reason, and it feels more tense and depressing than when they were avoiding the charred corpse.
"Nine babies." Ye Tingjiang said calmly. He was familiar with this kind of atmosphere. A hundred years ago, the monk Linxianzong had a hard battle with Jiuying, and even his master fell for it. It was a nightmare for the entire immortal world at that time.
"Come on." Mu Chuihan suddenly pushed aside the heavy crowd and shouted at Ye Tingjiang, "It's the imperial city."
Under the envious gaze of the victims, Mu Chuihan pulled Ye Tingjiang's hand, and the two of them rode on the spirit sword and disappeared between the clouds.
The child in the old woman's arms wiped her eyes with her hands and said in surprise, "Grandma, they can actually fly?"
"That's the immortal. It can protect us and turn bad luck into good luck." The old woman ran her hand along the child's back and continued to whisper, "Bless the immortal, bless the immortal..."
"The source of the breath is the imperial city." Mu Chuihan steered his sword as fast as he could, while explaining to Ye Tingjiang, "Nine infants are hidden in the imperial city."
Although his divination is at the level of beginners, maybe it was their actions of leveling disasters and beheading the little demon that alarmed Jiuying behind him. This ancient beast did not hide its traces any more, but spread its rays toward the south of the Yangtze River. With anger, Mu Chuihan sensed the specific direction.
"Since I can, then the other monks should also know about it." Mu Chuihan said, "I didn't expect to fight with Jiuying and be in the world."
In ancient times, the monks of the human race failed to kill this beast that was nurtured by the evil spirits of heaven and earth. Up to now, the spiritual energy is no longer abundant, many magic tools have been lost, and the strength of the monks is even more incomparable with that of the time.
Mu Chuihan could only hope that the Nine Infants they were facing today were not the Nine Infants in their prime. Otherwise, he is not even sure if he can gather all the cultivators to imprison it again.
Ye Tingjiang passed the news he knew to Mingzheng, but at this time he frowned: "Senior Sister Mingzheng has not heard back."
"Maybe she's also coming to the world and didn't pay attention to the reply." Mu Chuihan tried his best to smile: "You'll know when you get to the imperial city."
The moment they arrived with their swords, the situation in the imperial city was even worse than that in the south of the Yangtze River.
The heavy rain fell from the sky, and a layer of water accumulated on the brick floor of the imperial city.
In the block, however, a fire for no reason would rise from time to time, chasing and burning the people fleeing everywhere. Even though the fire encountered the water that fell from the sky, it was not extinguished. The flames were burning in the turbid water. Countless people wrapped in the fire twisted strangely in the muddy water until they were burned into a skeleton and stopped moving.
When Ye Tingjiang came, he saw this scene. He closed his eyes and waved his couch# to cut off all the raging flames wherever he saw it.
But as soon as the fire went out, new sparks swept through until it ignited into a fire that was more violent than before.
"Sure enough, it's Jiuying." Mu Chuihan said lightly, "It still likes to see people looking desperate."
Even if there is only one of the nine infants, it can easily drown the small imperial city in an instant, or burn the people and houses in the city with evil fire.
But it wants to let the water slowly flow over the people, let the fire burn one by one, and enjoy the appearance of mortals fleeing in terror.
Since Jiuying is called a fierce beast, it does not understand human nature. Only the screams and the death of other creatures can make it feel satisfied.
It is not under anyone's control, and its power keeps him from being driven by anyone. Mu Chuihan still couldn't understand, if the Nine Infants were released by someone behind the scenes, what kind of mind did this person have?
Extinct?
At that time, the demon world broke the seal of three nine infants, and the released nine infants were not divided into demon cultivators or righteous monks, but the devilish energy on the demon cultivator would make Jiuying less willing to attack, plus they were prepared. Come, the casualties are slightly less than the righteous monks.
But this time, the person behind the scenes is obviously not a magician, isn't he afraid of dying under Jiuying's hands?
Now that they had arrived at the imperial city, the air was filled with the aura of the evil spirit belonging to the Nine Infants. Under such overwhelming disaster, the Nine Infants' body seemed to be invisible again, and Mu Chuihan could not figure out its exact location.
"The other monks didn't arrive." Ye Tingjiang still frowned. They walked in the imperial city, but did not meet any monks.
Unless, there is also a great disaster in the world of immortal cultivation... Otherwise, it is impossible for them to not sense the disaster of water and fire in the nine infants in the imperial city.
The current situation was not optimistic, Mu Chuihan raised his hands to form a formation, with him at the center, a shallow and gentle aura enveloped the entire imperial city.
The rain that fell from the sky was blocked by the formation, and the turbid water on the ground finally stopped rising. The flames burned recklessly and were enveloped by a soft aura. The fire was temporarily contained, but the flames under the aura were still moving towards the outside with all their might.
Ye Tingjiang seldom saw Mu Chuihan's serious expression. He closed his eyes, squeezed his hands together, and his face lost a bit of a smile, but his lips were still slightly bent, quiet and calm. He was only wearing a single coat, and in Ye Tingjiang's view, his figure was still a little thin, but he shouldered the fate of a city.
In the past, Ye Tingjiang felt that the monks were always blindly praising Immortal Venerable Moon, but now that Ye Tingjiang had seen Mu Chuihan's real appearance, he felt that those praises were superficial.
They didn't even know how good Mu Chuihan was.
The spiritual light and the flames were entangled and wrestled, and once Mu Chuihan's spiritual power loosened, the flames would rise a little higher and attack the nearest people.
Ye Tingjiang was about to bring in his own spiritual power, but saw Mu Chuihan's hands change movements, and the spiritual light that enveloped the imperial city suddenly burst into full bloom, dazzling like the sun and moon in an instant.
The soft light that went back and forth with the flames just now also patted Kang's tomb to extinguish all the swaying flames. The turbid muddy water was covered by aura, gradually dissipating, and then it came to the ground that was soaked in the bottom.
"Xianshi, Xianshi!" An old female voice rang out, accompanied by a baby crying.
The hem of Mrs. Lin's dress was dripping with muddy water, and she was holding a red cloth swaddle in her arms. The newly born baby was crying with a wrinkled face.
Although they were all dirty, they were very lucky to be in the city. Mrs. Lin held the child high, and there was no mud on the red swaddle.
"Master Immortal, you guys are back," Mrs. Lin looked like she had been running around in the imperial city for a long time, panting heavily, saying nothing in a sloppy tone..."
Mu Chuihan was still vigilant against Jiuying, but he didn't want Madam Lin to kneel down towards them suddenly: "Immortal Master, I'm getting old, and I'm already dying, so it's not a pity to die. It's just that this child has just collapsed, can I ask for help? You, take him out of here?"
She coaxed her little grandson, wanting to make him stop crying, to please him a little, maybe he could please the Immortal Master and save a life.
It's a pity that the child is too young to understand grandma's good intentions, and only knows how to keep crying.
Seeing this, Mrs. Lin was full of anxiety. She had used Lin Xu's name to beg them to solve the drought and flood. Now she really has no face to entrust her little grandson.
However, the imperial city was shaky, and although Mu Chuihan's spiritual power temporarily protected the entire city, Mrs. Lin still did not dare to let the child stay here.
She avoided Ye Tingjiang to help her hand, and begged bitterly: "Immortal Master, I know this is unfeeling, but the people in the house are scattered, I am an old woman, there is really nothing I can do..."
Ye Tingjiang originally wanted to tell Mrs. Lin the priorities. They took the child to fight with Jiuying, which is actually more dangerous for this little baby, not to mention distracting them.
But before he could speak, Mu Chuihan first saw the child's appearance. Although his little face was wrinkled, he could already see the cassock throwing like Lin Xu.
"This is Lin Xu's nephew." Mu Chuihan sighed and hugged the baby in his own hands: "Forget it, let's do our best."
Protect it, protect it. If you can't protect it, it's life.
I hope he, Ye Tingjiang, and this newly born child will all have good luck.
When the child was in Mu Chuihan's hands, inexplicably stopped crying, and gave him a sweet smile.
Mrs. Lin was overjoyed and hurriedly said, "This child has a fate with the Immortal Master...a fate."
As soon as the words fell, the little baby changed his face again, and began to cry again. At the same time, the strange Nine Infant Evil Fire was burning wildly beside them.
Mu Chuihan hurriedly used his spiritual power to suppress the evil fire again, but he didn't want the evil fire to burn more and more, so he had to fight it with all his strength.
Ye Tingjiang also hurriedly formed a formation, pressing his hand to the back of Mu Chuihan's heart, and then controlled the rekindled flame.
It's just that for some reason, when the fire started again this time, the people nearby didn't rush for their lives, but just stood there dumbfounded, all eyes on Mu Chuihan and Ye Tingjiang.
Suddenly, a forty-year-old man dressed as a merchant suddenly ran towards the city gate.
Following him, more people swarmed in that direction.
Mu Chuihan looked at Ye Tingjiang suspiciously. He didn't know why the people did this, but as they fled, the suppressed flames seemed to grow stronger and stronger, so that it was difficult for Mu Chuihan to concentrate on these things.
After an unknown period of time, there seemed to be no more people left on this street, only Mrs. Lin who was standing beside them. The surroundings fell silent except for the cry of a baby.
And Mrs. Lin looked at Mu Chuihan with mixed emotions. She didn't know when she started thinking about what kind of gorilla is worth a bad nut.
"When the wrath of the sky comes, the imperial city is a furnace. Sacrifice these two monks, and you will be protected by the heaven when you escape."
The author has something to say: Immortal Venerable: I suspect that Jiuying has discovered a new energy source, manpower is ignited, and the more it runs, the more prosperous it is. During 04, the little angel who voted for the king or irrigated the nutrient solution for me~
Thanks to the little angel who irrigated the nutrient solution: Did I lose weight today? No 〒3 bottles; black tea. 1 bottle; thank you very much for your support to me, I will continue to work hard!
