lcionline Chapter 310 Killed in Action
Chapter 310 Killed in Action
"Sister!" Mu Ruo cried out weakly, tears welling in her eyes, but she received no response from Mu Ruo.
She stopped crying, wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and got up to fly into the air.
Like a fluttering butterfly, it blocked the raging divine fire.
Lin Xuanjin watched all this with a heart full of pain, but he did not stop. He walked towards the center of the Heavenly Pivot Spirit Gathering Array. Behind him were tens of thousands of cultivators from the eight major sects, the Loose Cultivator Alliance, and the Demon Race. Whether they were cultivation geniuses or Foundation Establishment cultivators, a group of cultivators dressed in different Daoist robes stepped forward. Their faces were full of determination, and they all walked into the center of the array with firm steps.
Surrounding them were the surviving mortals.
Lin Xuanjin, the leader, had a resolute gaze. He raised his sword above his head and shouted, "We cultivate for the sake of protecting all living beings. Now that the divine fire has destroyed the world, only by uniting as one and activating the Spirit Gathering Array can we protect the people. Today, even if it means risking our lives, we will protect the people! I will sacrifice myself to protect all living beings!"
The sword was inserted into the very center, and the formation emitted a faint glow. Lin Xuanjin channeled his spiritual energy into the formation. The cultivators quickly took their positions according to the formation, closed their eyes, concentrated, and began circulating their spiritual energy. Their bodies gradually became transparent as spiritual energy continuously poured into the formation. The formation flickered with light, runes flowed, and it emitted bursts of rumbling.
A layer of golden shield faintly appeared, keeping the divine fire out.
Outside the protective barrier were demonic and spiritual cultivators who were using their bodies to block the divine fire. Their demonic and spiritual energies were mixed and burned to ashes by the divine fire. Inside the barrier were cultivators who were sacrificing themselves to activate the array. The array emitted a golden light, while the cultivators became transparent and gradually disappeared from their original positions.
However, the divine fire continued to attack the shield, and the newly formed shield developed numerous cracks.
Just then, a flash of azure light appeared, and the azure dragon ripped through the sky like a green lightning bolt. Its body coiled and twisted, circling the protective barrier. Its whiskers gently touched the barrier, and with each touch, the barrier's light shone even brighter.
The white tiger streaked in like a white meteor, its fur as smooth as snow-white satin, yet radiating a chilling killing intent. It circled the protective barrier, its claws whipping up wind blades that shredded any divine fire that approached.
The Vermilion Bird descended, its fiery wings beating, bringing with them intense heat. Its feathers were like burning jewels, each one containing powerful flames. The Vermilion Bird danced around the protective shield, the flames constantly licking at it, until the shield was enveloped in a layer of raging fire, becoming indestructible.
Xuanwu strode slowly forward with heavy steps, its massive shell resembling a moving mountain, exuding a steady and profound aura. Xuanwu stopped atop the protective barrier, using its shell to resist the divine fire.
"They are the Four Divine Beasts, and they are all protecting us!" people cheered.
However, the divine fire was cruel, scorching the divine beasts again and again.
"It's time!" Qinglong shouted.
The four divine beasts radiated golden light, and divine power flowed continuously into the protective shield.
But they turned into golden light and disappeared into the air little by little.
Finally, the protective shield is complete.
However, all that remained of the Qingyun Sect were charred remains, countless corpses, and an empty spirit-gathering array.
Within the formation, only the surviving but fearful mortals remained.
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"Master, are the others all dead?" Xie Wanning murmured to herself, her voice trembling, her legs weak, and she almost stumbled and fell. She reached out her hand, sensing the spiritual energy around her.
Spiritual energy gathered in her palm, warm and tender. Xie Wanning's eyes instantly reddened, and tears welled up uncontrollably, sliding down her cheeks and dripping onto the ground.
"Tick tock!"
"They're all dead. I watched it all happen with my own eyes. But there's nothing I can do!" A heart-wrenching scream rang out.
Xie Wanning turned her head and saw Lin Jingquan standing up, his eyes full of self-reproach.
He watched helplessly as his companions and fellow disciples were burned to ashes by the divine fire, the smell of burning almost suffocating him.
He originally intended to sacrifice his spiritual power to become part of the formation.
Unexpectedly, the demonic bloodline within him awakened, giving him a chance to survive, and the demonic artifact, the Fallen God Bow, recognized him as its master and came to his side.
But why is he still alive? He has nothing left; there is nothing to sustain his life.
Gripping the magic bow tightly, Lin Jingquan recalled a figure in his mind.
It is Xie Wanning.
She was the one who organized the ascension of the chosen ones, the one who proposed defying the will of Heaven. Without her, none of this would have happened.
Lin Jingquan's eyes turned crimson, and he gripped the Fallen God Bow tightly, completely succumbing to demonic possession.
"Xie Wanning, why did things turn out this way? Not long ago, my brother was still alive, and everyone was safe and sound. Ever since you suggested ascending to the God Realm, everything has changed." Lin Jingquan raised his bow and arrow, aiming it at Xie Wanning.
An arrow flew out as fast as lightning, leaving a trail of afterimages as it drew a sharp straight line in the air. The surrounding air was torn apart at high speed, emitting a sharp whistling sound, and it shot straight toward Xie Wan Ning.
"Crack!"
The Luo Ze Sword and the Xuan Sword were deployed simultaneously, blocking the arrows.
"You alone, yet you think you can hurt Wan Ning?" Xie Wanxun said, hands on her hips.
However, Lin Jingquan remained unmoved and continued to draw his bow and shoot arrows.
"Xie Wanning, pay for my brother's life!"
"Don't waste your energy!" Xie Wanxun frowned slightly, turned to look at Xie Wanning, and comforted her, "It's okay, Wanning, none of this is your fault, it's all Fusang's fault. Let's go to the God Realm together to settle accounts with Him and let Him know that we are not to be trifled with."
Xie Wanning was still immersed in immense grief and had not yet recovered.
Xie Wanxun knew that the deaths of Lin Xuanjin and the others were a huge blow to Xie Wanning. After all, they were her true master, the junior brothers and sisters she had raised, and all the other disciples—all of them were living, breathing human beings.
The atmosphere was somewhat oppressive, and Xie Wanxun naturally felt uncomfortable.
She placed the demons in the Qingyun Sect because she wanted them to survive.
Unexpectedly, a divine fire wiped out the entire demon race. When the Abyss of Ten Thousand Demons opened, all the demon soldiers and generals were annihilated, leaving only the old, weak, and disabled. However, even though they were on the verge of losing control, upon seeing Xia Mengchu raise the Demon General's Token, they still chose to resolutely block the divine fire.
As the Demon Lord, she failed to protect the demon race, and that was her fault.
As the head of the Qingyun Sect, leading all cultivators in the cultivation world, Xie Wanning bears responsibilities and pressures that are unimaginable to ordinary people.
Suppressing the pain in her heart, Xie Wanxun forced a smile and stepped forward to hug Xie Wanning: "Wanning, let's go to Fusang together to take revenge and seek justice for those who died. What do you say?"
Xie Wanning's body trembled, but her tone was firm: "Okay."
But in that instant, Xie Wanning felt Xie Wanxun's body suddenly stiffen, and a faint gasp reached her ears. Xie Wanning subconsciously released her arm and looked down, only to see bright red blood slowly seeping from Xie Wanxun's abdomen, staining her clothes red.
Xie Wanning's eyes widened instantly, filled with horror and disbelief. Her lips trembled, but she couldn't utter a sound. She stood there dumbfounded, as if struck by lightning.
She tried to push Xie Wanxun away as if she had been electrocuted, but then she saw a golden thread already wrapped around her fingertip.