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She parted her lips slightly, a hint of surprise, anger, and understanding flashing in her beautiful eyes.
The silk fan in her hand instantly ignited with a ghostly blue flame, the flickering light illuminating the tiny annotations on the intestinal tract.
These annotations are densely packed, recording little-known secrets of the martial arts world.
Seeing this, Yan Lingji's anger intensified, and she hurled the burning silk fan in her hand at the Intestine Formation.
In an instant, those 4.8 fragments of the secret manual, when exposed to fire, were like demons awakened.
In an instant, they transformed into sword-wielding ghosts, their figures elusive and wielding sharp blades.
They darted and danced in the air, their sword energy crisscrossing and flashing with cold light, clearly displaying the unique moves of the seven major sword sects.
The sword shadows were numerous and dazzling, making one feel as if they were in the midst of a fierce sword-fighting melee.
Chapter 211 The Perilous Situation and the Secret Game! Chai Xing'er's Eroded Memories!
In this tense and ever-changing moment, Chai Xing'er has been holding on with her indomitable will.
My body suddenly began to tremble violently and uncontrollably, as if I had been caught in the heart of an invisible storm.
Her face was as pale as paper, devoid of any color, as if all the vitality of life had been drained from her.
Large beads of sweat rolled down her forehead, sliding down her haggard face and dripping onto the ground beneath her feet, disappearing in an instant.
Her legs buckled, and she collapsed to her knees with a dull thud, kicking up a small cloud of dust.
The musket she gripped tightly in her hand was originally a powerful weapon, a strong defense against danger.
At that moment, a strange clicking sound rang out, sounding particularly abrupt in the tense and oppressive atmosphere.
The gun barrel seemed to be controlled by a mysterious and invisible force, disassembling and reassembling itself, with the metal parts rubbing and colliding with each other, gleaming with a cold luster.
In the blink of an eye, the musket had transformed into a bronze tube engraved with Western runes.
The runes on the copper pipe emitted a mysterious light, sometimes bright, sometimes dim.
It seemed to be telling an ancient story from the distant West, a whisper of a mysterious power that transcends time and space.
the other side.
Beside her, Xing'er's hands trembled like a candle in the wind, fragile and helpless, each tremor seemingly carrying endless pain and struggle.
She slowly pointed the copper tube at her temple, her eyes filled with despair, pain, and helplessness—a sorrow that penetrated to the very core of her being.
Her voice trembled, tinged with a sob, as she slowly said, "Young Master Wei, Chai Yin's memories are eroding me..."
Before she could finish speaking, a stream of holy water, emitting a faint glow, shot out from the copper tube. The holy water drew a beautiful yet sorrowful arc in the air, as if it were the trajectory of fate, or perhaps, Chai Xing'er's last glimmer of hope.
Shockingly, this holy water actually outlined a Gothic-style sealing array radiating a soft light in the void.
Runes flickered on the sealing array, and mysterious energy rippled outwards. The light was soft yet contained immense power.
It firmly locked the three-eyed boy's disintegrating soul, filled with pain and resentment, within it.
The soul writhed in agony within the sealing array, emitting silent howls.
However, they could not break free from the shackles of this mysterious power, as if it were temporarily putting a pause on this thrilling crisis.
At the same time, Wei Changxuan's expression was solemn, and his eyes flashed with a resolute light.
"The Kan Palace shifts, and the Greedy Wolf drinks blood!"
He shouted loudly, his voice resounding throughout the surroundings, carrying an undeniable aura.
Then, without hesitation, he bit his left thumb, and bright red blood gushed out, filling the air with a faint fishy smell.
He used his bloodied thumb to quickly draw a sacrificial rune on the spine of the sword. The rune shimmered with an eerie light, as if communicating with some mysterious 643 power.
In an instant, the phantom of the Big Dipper suddenly materialized, slowly emerging from the night sky, radiating brilliant starlight.
Seven ancient swords of different shapes descended from the sky, carrying a fierce aura, and heavily pierced the ground.
Each ancient sword pierced the ground with a deep, resounding thud, causing the ground to tremble violently.
It was as if the earth itself was trembling.
The foundation of the entire Chai mansion began to collapse, and the soil and rocks continued to sink, revealing the altar below, which was made of 100,000 animal bones.
Each bone is engraved with different positions of the Big Dipper, these positions seem to contain the mysteries of the universe, exuding a mysterious and eerie aura.
Chapter 212 A Strange and Terrifying Shadow, and a Star Map of the Western Regions!
Upon seeing this, Chai Xing'er's expression changed drastically. Without hesitation, she suddenly tore open her sleeve, revealing nine seals on her arm.
The seal emitted a faint light, as if it were suppressing some powerful force.
She bit her lower lip, a resolute glint in her eyes, and then plunged the short blade into her chest acupoint.
Fresh blood gushed out, congealing in the air into a blood-red compass. The blood droplets on the compass spun continuously, emitting a strong, pungent smell of blood.
"This is the Manichaean Soul-Suppressing Technique from back then! They didn't want resurrection; they wanted to refine the entire martial arts world..."
Before he could finish speaking, the skull at the very center of the altar suddenly opened its empty eye sockets, and a ghostly green light shone from it, illuminating the entire altar.
Immediately afterwards, all the bronze artifacts in the Chai mansion rang out simultaneously, emitting a maddening requiem.
The voice was melodious yet carried an eerie aura, as if it were a summons from hell, making one's soul tremble.
Wei Changxuan's pupils suddenly turned pure silver, gleaming with a cold light, as if they could see through all illusions.
Where his sword flashed, time seemed to stand still, and everything around him slowed down.
Only his figure stood out clearly in this still world.
He moved against the sound waves with the Seven Star Steps, each step firm and powerful, as if he were fighting against fate.
Each step left a burning star mark on the blue bricks, the star mark shimmering with a blazing light, illuminating the dark ground.
As the seventh step was taken, Jing Ni's Blood Compass and Mu Nanzhi's Bagua Formation suddenly merged.
Two powerful forces collided and intertwined, bursting forth with dazzling light.
The light shot straight into the sky, projecting a phantom image of the Eight Trigrams of the Primordial Chaos over a hundred miles above the Chai residence.
Runes flickered within the phantom, and mysterious power fluctuations spread outwards.
It was as if this mysterious power was about to envelop the entire world.
So you already...
The three-eyed boy's remnant soul let out its final roar.
Wei Changxuan's sword had pierced through the center of the altar, where the Purple Star position, and simultaneously, 100,000 skulls spewed out black mist.
But when it touched the illusory image of the Eight Trigrams, it transformed into a sky full of starlight.
The three hundred lanterns hanging under the eaves of the Chai residence all burst open at once, revealing bronze bells hidden inside the lampshades—each bell clapper was made of half a finger bone.
As the last bell rang and faded away, everyone noticed that the Big Dipper mole on their palm was bleeding.
Wei Changxuan leaned on his sword, panting, as he gazed at the pale dawn breaking in the east.
This is only the first round... He ripped open his shirt, revealing his chest.
It has the same seven-star crescent moon pattern as the Chai Yin jade pendant—except that the moon pattern rotates counterclockwise.
Wei Changxuan threw the blood-stained jade pendant into the rising sun, and the bronze shattered into seven star-like points in the morning light.
As he turned around, the fluttering of his robes revealed twelve copper coin sword tassels at his waist—each coin engraved with the emblem of a different sect.
This is the true Big Dipper Breaking Army Formation.
Mu Nanzhi suddenly severed all the mermaid silk, and seventy-two golden needles pierced into Wei Changxuan's major acupoints.
The backup plan your master left behind.
Her fingertips brushed against the sword tassel, and the copper coins suddenly floated up and arranged like stars.
The image displayed scenes that Wei Changxuan had never seen before:
(Wang Mahao) Twenty years ago, seven grandmasters placed him as an infant in the lotus pond of the Chai Mansion, the bottom of which was covered with copper coins engraved with star patterns.
The art style suddenly changed at this moment.
Chai Xing'er, consumed by memories, suddenly pierced her left eye with a short blade, and the gouged-out eyeball transformed into a blood-red glass bead.
The Manichaean relics have been returned to their rightful place; it's time to begin the journey.
As the bead embedded itself into the groove of the sword hilt, Wei Changxuan's crescent moon mark on his chest suddenly felt a burning sensation.
The shadows beneath their feet twisted into a star map leading to the Western Regions.
Chapter 213 Hidden Dragon City, the Martial Arts Tournament is in full swing!
The turmoil at the Chai residence was finally quelled thanks to everyone's efforts.
With mixed feelings, Wei Changxuan, Mu Nanzhi, Jiang Fang, Janet, and others bid farewell to the Chai residence and embarked on their journey to Yongzhou City.
They endured wind and rain, sleeping in the open, and after several days of arduous travel, they finally arrived at Qianlong City.
As soon as we arrived at the city gate, a lively and bustling atmosphere rushed towards us.
The city gate was bustling with people coming and going in an endless stream, creating a lively and extraordinary atmosphere.
The swordsman carrying a long sword walks with agile steps, his eyes revealing unruliness and heroism;
The martial artist, wielding a staff, stood tall and exuded an imposing aura.
Many ordinary people also came to join in the fun, their faces beaming with excitement and curiosity.
Brightly colored posters for a martial arts tournament were displayed on the city wall.
The painting meticulously depicts exciting scenes of various masters battling it out, so lifelike that passersby stop to watch and exclaim in amazement.
"This Qianlong City is even more lively than I imagined in 643."
Mu Nanzhi raised her eyes slightly, her long eyelashes trembling as she looked at the bustling scene before her and couldn't help but sigh.
She wore a light blue dress, the hem of which fluttered gently in the wind, like a lotus blooming in the noisy world.
Jiang Fang looked wary, her eyes scanning the crowd like a hawk's, constantly aware of her surroundings. She stepped forward and whispered a reminder:
"Young master, there are many people and things are complicated, we must be careful."
Jiang Fang was dressed in a black outfit, with a lithe figure and a sharp dagger at her waist, clearly a woman of extraordinary skill.
Wei Changxuan nodded slightly, his expression solemn, a hint of worry flashing in his eyes: