lcionline Chapter 306 Xuanjian
Chapter 306 Xuanjian
All that could be seen was that the overwhelming murderous aura emanating from Si Jinchuan transformed into resentment, leaving behind only decay and desolation wherever it went.
Even Xie Wanxun, who had spent three years in the underworld, had never seen a ghost with such intense resentment.
After all, no evil spirit has harbored resentment for ten thousand years.
"Sister, be careful!" Xie Wanning stood in front of Xie Wanxun, wielding the Luoze sword in her hand. A crimson phoenix flew towards Si Jinchuan along with the blade, the crimson flames reflecting the black resentment, seemingly about to ignite everything.
However, like a stone falling into the sea, the phoenix struggled for a few moments before being swallowed up by resentment.
"How could this be?" Xie Wanning stared at the scene in disbelief, her mind blank.
Just then, Si Jinchuan rushed over, filled with resentment. He shouted in a hoarse voice, and the entire area was shrouded in resentment.
The black resentment was bottomless, and the entire area was dark and gloomy, with only the phoenix fire in Xie Wanning's hand barely illuminating the way ahead.
Si Jinchuan charged forward, baring his teeth and claws, looking both crazy and terrifying, as if all the evil spirits in hell were rushing at him at once.
Xie Wanning resolutely stood in front of Xie Wanxun, the Luoze sword in her hand gleaming coldly. She took out defensive talismans and set up an array, attempting to block Si Jinchuan's attack.
However, the moment Si Jinchuan approached, all defenses shattered instantly, leaving only his ferocious face right in front of them.
Just as Xie Wanning raised the Luoze Sword, she was pulled back by Xie Wanxun, who stood in front of her.
Xie Wanxun stood motionless, stretched out her hand, a cold glint flashing in her eyes, and chanted in a resounding voice: "Nine Netherworld Prison, Ten Thousand Ghosts Subdue, Spiritual Power Manifests, Stabilize!"
Everything around him seemed to freeze, and Si Jinchuan was frozen in place, completely still.
Xie Wanxun gritted her teeth; she had almost exhausted all her strength to hold Si Jinchuan still, and was now nearing her limit.
"Wan Ning, quick, use Phoenix Fire now!" Xie Wanxun shouted, cold sweat beading on his forehead.
Xie Wanning deftly wielded the Luoze Sword, her eyes turning crimson. She leaped into the air, and with a flash of sword light, a phoenix that blotted out the sky struck towards Si Jinchuan.
"boom!"
The entire area was shattered after the massive explosion.
The resentment quickly shrank, and Si Jinchuan's soul became unstable, with a faint green light appearing and disappearing.
"Si Jinchuan, it's over."
Xie Wanxun's body ignited with ghostly flames again, which she then unleashed towards Si Jinchuan.
"Great, it's finally going to end." Si Jinchuan's voice was weary. He glanced at Xie Wanxun and resolutely accepted the attack of the ghost fire.
"boom!"
After the explosion, a sharp sword suddenly appeared. Xie Wanxun was about to dodge when the sword flew into her hand.
The sword had only one character written on it: “玄”.
Xie Wanxun was startled and looked at Si Jinchuan.
"I still prefer the name Mo Xuan. Wan Xun, thank you!" Si Jinchuan smiled gently, his tone tinged with sadness, and softly murmured, "With my body, I forge the soul of the sword; blood as the pact, ghost fire as the covenant, divine fire as the aid, the sword is drawn!"
Si Jinchuan's soul dissipated on the spot, and Xie Wanxun suddenly felt her soul tremble, resonating with the Xuan Sword in her hand.
The Xuan Sword absorbed all the resentment, its blade gleaming with a cold luster, like a cold moon hanging high in the night, exuding a bone-chilling cold.
The hilt is made of high-quality black bamboo with a fine texture, and feels warm and comfortable in the hand, contrasting sharply with the cold blade.
A scarlet gem was inlaid in the hilt of the sword, which appeared even more alluring and dazzling under the cold light, like a drop of congealed blood.
Through this sword, Xie Wanxun seemed to hear Si Jinchuan's voice.
Since I cannot be the lover in your heart, then let me be the sharp blade in your hand.
At the same time, Xie Wanxun felt her thoughts become clearer, and the Xuan Sword in her hand suppressed the resentment in her body, allowing her rationality to gradually return.
Meanwhile, the boundaries of the underworld were reinforced by the black resentment that enveloped them. And those evil spirits, who only knew how to kill, were surrounded by this black resentment and surprisingly remembered their past lives.
"Your Highness, the demons of the underworld have regained their senses and they have stopped their rampage," Xiao You suddenly appeared in front of Xie Wanxun and said in a panic.
Xie Wanxun simply nodded blankly, gripped the Xuan Sword in her hand, and sorted out her thoughts.
Four years ago, in the underworld.
"Your Highness, the Underworld is in imminent danger. We hope you can intervene and maintain its borders. Your soul is stronger than that of ordinary people; you can surely hold the Underworld's borders together. Your Highness, please save the Underworld!" Xiao You pleaded desperately.
"Do you think I'm stupid? I'm the only one maintaining the border. Those evil spirits are so ferocious, who knows when they'll kill me." Xie Wanxun sneered and kicked away an evil spirit that was howling at her.
Xiao You hesitated, looking at the tortoise shell hanging from Xie Wanxun's waist, and stammered, "Your Highness, that tortoise shell is the reason you were able to come to the Underworld, and it is also the key that allows you to enter the Underworld. The previous prince said that someone would take over his position."
"Ridiculous! Why should I help you?" Xie Wanxun left indifferently, wandering through the underworld, feeling a strange sense of familiarity.
Watching the evil spirits fight irrationally, and the souls unable to find a way out, Xie Wanxun frowned unconsciously. She felt that this place should not be like this.
Moreover, she knew the layout of the underworld like the back of her hand, even though she hadn't been there for a long time.
In some mysterious way, she seems to have a close connection with the underworld.
"Your Highness, may I..." Xiao You followed behind Xie Wanxun, about to speak, when Xie Wanxun waved his hand helplessly.
"Okay, I'll do as you say."
Instinctively, Xie Wanxun did not hesitate for long before taking on the position of Ghost King.
"You mean this tortoise shell can reinforce the boundary?" Xie Wanxun held the crystal-clear tortoise shell in her hand, her face showing surprise.
The border was already in grave danger, and Xie Wanxun was extremely anxious about it.
Xiao You affirmed, "This is true, because the current boundary was also formed by the shell of Xuanwu."
Xie Wanxun nodded. She used the ghost fire to power the tortoise shell, and sure enough, the tortoise shell disappeared from its original spot, forming a new boundary.
Once Xie Wanxun leaves the Underworld, her power will originate from there, and she will be crucial in maintaining the boundary. If the Underworld is destroyed, she will be the first to lose her mind.
However, the appearance of Si Jinchuan broke this predicament.
Three years ago, Si Jinchuan's soul was forced to vanish by the forces of Heaven.
However, Mo Xuan's soul arrived in the underworld, where he inherited Si Jinchuan's memories and emotions, and became Si Jinchuan.
He spread murderous aura throughout the underworld, tainting the evil spirits whose memories had been erased with it. As long as Si Jinchuan activated this murderous aura, the evil spirits would remember their past, and then they would no longer be mindless demons.
In his previous several lifetimes, Si Jinchuan painstakingly researched and developed this method to suppress the riots in the underworld.
After doing all this, Si Jinchuan's power was exhausted, and he could only wander the underworld as a weak soul. By chance, he was discovered by Xie Wanxun, which allowed him to leave the underworld.
Watching Xie Wanxun tormented by resentment and gradually lose her mind, Si Jinchuan made a decision: he would become Xie Wanxun's strength and would not allow the underworld to affect her in the slightest.
Therefore, Si Jinchuan forged the Xuan Sword. He devised a plan to make Xie Wanxun unleash all of the Ghost King's power, and then used blood as a contract, ghost fire as a medium, and phoenix fire to temper the Xuan Sword.
Finally, the Xuan Sword absorbed all of Si Jinchuan's power, becoming a powerful and sharp sword.
The Xuan Sword absorbed the resentment transformed from the killing energy, thus possessing a natural ability to restrain the resentment generated by evil spirits. Xie Wanxun no longer needs to be tormented by excessive resentment; she can use the power of the underworld at will without worrying about its destruction.
Xie Wanxun gripped the Xuan Sword tightly, her heart filled with mixed emotions.
She had told Si Jinchuan not to face anything alone. But Si Jinchuan concealed the whole truth and plan, keeping her completely in the dark. Now he had sacrificed himself without her consent, and she could never come back. Why didn't Si Jinchuan try to trust and rely on her? Why did he unilaterally offer himself up as a sacrifice? Did he really want to trap her in death for the rest of her life?
Xie Wanxun's heart fluttered slightly.
She truly hated Si Jinchuan.