Chapter 131 Mo Ran
"If you feel angry, if you know injustice."
"Then take it out of the sheath."
——Unsheathed.
With a blade in hand, it turns into a spark of light, can it light a dark room?
If I really believe in the sword in my hand...can I split the dark night and restore a bright world to the world?
Even if it’s just a flash of sword light, even if it’s just a flash of sparks...
Huai Xujie.
Anjing, who returned to Huaixu, was in mid-air, falling straight down towards the endless river flowing at the bottom of the valley.
But he laughed loudly as he fell from mid-air: "I understand! I understand!"
"The sword must be unsheathed, the sword must be unsheathed!"
He fell into the water.
If nothing unexpected happens, An Jing will dive into the river as soon as possible, follow the water veins at the bottom of the valley for thousands of miles a day, become completely invisible, and leave the disputed land of the Western Wilderness Mountains.
But An Jing, who left Taixu and returned to Huaixu, did not find the aura of the demon... He even sensed another strong smell of blood and fire.
"What happened?"
Raising his brows, An Jing turned around, jumped out of the water, slightly strengthened his arms with 'Taibai Evil Qi', and grabbed the cliff with his backhand.
The white iron-colored ten fingers suddenly shattered the rock, splashing large amounts of stone debris. Anjing's hands were embedded in the rock wall, and his body was stabilized in mid-air.
With the strength of a warrior, climbing a cliff is no different from climbing stairs for an ordinary person. With just a few breaths, Anjing was like a big gecko swimming straight up, arriving at the place where he fell from the cliff.
Then he opened his eyes wide.
The cliffs and woods where he once faced off against the evil demon were now a wasteland.
The once green woods are now only rows of black carbon piles, the ground is dry and cracked, and the solid rock surface of the mountain cliff is cracked with gaps, and the edges are smeared with an ominous dark gray.
Looking carefully, there are even dim black smoke rising from the dense cracks.
An Jing looked around and made sure there was no one around, then he half-knelt on the ground and touched the ashes and cracks - a slight burning sensation similar to the acid rain in the Tianyuan Realm, which proved that this area was indeed infiltrated by a considerable concentration of demonic energy. Pass.
In the corner of this scorched earth, there are many corpses that have rotted or even turned into bones. It seems that some monster has taken away their flesh and blood. But judging from the remains of their clothes, they are clearly those of the Tianyi Demon Sect and the Red Armor Guards.
"Dachen and the Demon Sect are fighting against the Demon together?"
An Jing murmured to himself: "The devil is so powerful?"
Looking at it like this, it was obvious that the demon sect chasing him, Dachen Chijiawei and the evil demon had collided.
The time... was probably not long after he traveled to the Tianyuan world.
The two sides fought a battle, and the Demon Sect and Dachen suffered heavy casualties, and the Evil Sect was also seriously injured.
This is the conclusion drawn by the sword spirit, because in a sense, the demonic energy is the life of the demon. The fact that the demonic energy has spread to this extent proves that the evil demon has also been seriously injured and on the verge of death.
But in the end He did not die and still prevailed.
"This is not good news."
His brows furrowed even more tightly. An Jing knew very well that the Heavenly Demon was the enemy of all living things: "If the troops of the Dachen Demon Cult did not destroy the Heavenly Demon at the first opportunity, then things would be bad after the Heavenly Demon recovers from his injuries."
"Not only will it be difficult for me to escape, but the surrounding villages will definitely suffer disaster!"
It was at this time that he saw a plume of black smoke mixed with dark red sparks rising from the distant forests. "There is..."
Turning his head to look in the direction of the billowing black smoke, An Jing deduced in his mind: "I remember, that was..."
"In the direction of the village?"
Anjing fled all the way, never entering or even getting close to a village in the mountains of the Western Wilderness. He knew very well that in such remote and remote areas where the Demonic Cult was powerful, the mountainous areas were actually the Demonic Cult's basic base and even their backup base.
In order to avoid possible woodcutters, hunters and herb gatherers, Anjing would even walk around the village.
But the devil doesn't have this idea.
It has apparently found a good place to recover from its injuries.
The matter has come to this, and there is no need to think more.
An Jing silently took out the gun and sword case and loaded the bullets.
Taking advantage of its illness and killing it, Anjing must eliminate this evil creature as quickly as possible!
This is... unsheathing!
Anjing walked through the mountain forest path at the fastest speed. It was not difficult to see that there had been a fierce battle here before. The wreckage of the two shuttles fell to the ground, crushing large tracts of forest and causing a wave of mountains. The fire burned him and his surroundings into charred ruins.
The remaining warmth still lingers, smoke rises into the sky, and some shriveled or twisted corpses of Demon Cult members and Red Armor Guards are scattered on the trees or on the roadside.
In order to prevent the demon from invading the village, they actually joined forces to fight to the death.
Sure enough... Even in such a world, whether it is the corrupt Dachen or the bloody Demon Sect, there will still be some transcendent will. Otherwise, they would not be able to become an organization or become a big force, and they would be nothing more than little bastards in the countryside at best.
An Jing could see that if the demon was kited on a flying shuttle, the demon would have no chance of killing so many people.
An Jing did not stop and walked through this silent and smoldering mountain path. Perhaps after him, no one would set foot here again for many years, and no one would know what happened here.
No one would know that a group of people who were supposed to be fighting each other would actually fight side by side for the same purpose.
And in the middle of the journey, An Jing unexpectedly met an acquaintance who was lucky enough not to die, but was just hanging on.
The one-eyed coach Li of Xuanmingzhuang now also has one-eyed hands and feet.
His body was torn off, or even half-gnawed away. The wounds that were as regular as if cut by a blade were corroded by the strong demonic energy, and the body as strong as an iron tower kept him alive.
Living on the last breath.
"Anjing."
The one-eyed instructor's figure was already dying. After he noticed someone approaching, his dim one-eyed eyes regained their luster.
Seeing that the visitor turned out to be a familiar young man, he laughed in surprise: "It's actually you... You didn't run far... Hehe, but now, run away."
"That evil demon...poof!"
Halfway through his words, Li Jiaoxi suddenly puffed up his chest and vomited a mouthful of dark liquid.
This was not blood, but a strange thing transformed into liquefied internal organs. There were blue and black veins spreading on his face, causing the muscles on his face to tremble, with a hint of danger.
"This is Mo Ran."
The sword spirit said: "He is already dead. He is now the leftovers eaten by the demon. In half an hour at most, or in a moment at least, he will turn into bones and thick water, and all his energy and soul will be corroded and dissolved by the demonic energy. Throw yourself into the body of the demon and become the nourishment for it.”
"This evil demon is very intelligent. He would deliberately leave a dead person to harbor pain and despair in order to collect more cursed soul power to recover from his injuries. If not eliminated quickly, it will definitely be a big problem for this place!"
(End of chapter)