12dz Chapter 605 Bloody Wanted
Chapter 605 Bloody Wanted
In the world of cultivation, the situation changes suddenly.
Burning Heaven Palace, the ancient power hidden in the depths of darkness, full of blood and sin, officially issued a chilling "Blood Moon Wanted Order". The wanted order hung high in the sky, like a strange blood moon soaked in blood, emitting a breathtaking red light, and the portrait of Yun Yao on it was lifelike, as if carrying endless resentment and murderous intent. With half a spiritual mine as a reward, this temptation was enough to drive countless monks crazy. Their eyes flashed with greed and passion, sharpening their knives, ready to launch a bloody hunt for Yun Yao.
At this time, Yun Yao, Chu Mochen and Ye Wuhen accidentally entered a mysterious place - "Thousand Illusion Forest" during their escape. Stepping into this forest is like stepping into another world. The thick fog is like a ghost, and every step forward seems to be a heavy weight, and the sight is tightly confined in a small space. The ancient trees block out the sun, and the twisted branches are like the skeletons of hideous beasts, exuding a decayed smell. The thick fallen leaves on the ground pile up, and when you step on them, they make a dull sound, as if this forest has been sleeping for a thousand years.
However, they didn't know that this seemingly dangerous Thousand Illusion Forest was actually a barrier set up by the old members of the Yunhua Sect. Just as the three of them were cautiously groping forward, an old man with a broken arm emerged from the thick fog like a ghost. He was wearing tattered clothes covered with blood and patches, his white hair was disheveled, and his face was full of ravines, full of vicissitudes and sufferings over the years. The moment his eyes touched Yun Yao, a dazzling light suddenly flashed in his turbid eyes, as if the dead stars were revived. Then, his legs softened, and he knelt on the ground with a plop, tears bursting out of his eyes, and his dry eyes were like a torrent of water bursting through a dam: "Little princess, this old slave has been waiting for three hundred years!"
The old man's voice was hoarse and trembling, carrying endless thoughts and grief, echoing in the silent forest, startling a group of roosting birds: "Back then, your mother teleported you to the lower world, but she was sealed into the 'Burning Heart Mirror' by the demons of the Burning Heaven Palace. Only by collecting the seven fragments can you save your wife and revive the Yunhua Sect!"
When Yun Yao heard this, her body trembled violently, and her eyes instantly turned red. The vague figure of her mother that she saw in the illusion of the fragments of the Burning Heart Mirror appeared in her mind involuntarily, and her mother's resolute and sad eyes seemed to be right in front of her. Her heart seemed to be grabbed by an invisible big hand, and the pain spread throughout her body.
But before the old man could finish his words, the forest suddenly shook violently. It was as if a sleeping beast that had been awakened suddenly for thousands of years roared in anger. The thick fog around them rolled wildly, as if thousands of troops were galloping in it. Then, hundreds of arrows from the Burning Heaven Palace came through the fog like black lightning, and the sharp whistling sound cut through the sky, carrying a chilling killing intent.
The leader was actually Liu Yan'er! At this moment, she was wearing a black robe and a copper mask that was exclusive to the elders of the Burning Heaven Palace. The strange patterns on the mask looked like flowing blood, exuding a suffocating pressure. Her figure was graceful but also icy cold. She swung the long whip in her hand, like a poisonous snake coming out of a hole, and whipped the tree trunk beside her. With a loud "snap", wood chips flew everywhere, as if the resentment in her heart had found an outlet.
"Yun Yao, today is the day you die!" Liu Yan'er's voice seemed to come from the Netherworld, cold, resentful, and with a twisted sense of joy. She flashed and pounced towards Yun Yao like a ghost, with the long whip in her hand dancing in the air, creating black whip shadows, like a big net of death, covering Yun Yao.
Yun Yao's eyes shone, and she instantly drew out the sword from her waist. The sword flashed with a cold light, like a meteor streaking across the night sky, facing the overwhelming whip shadow. There was a loud "clang", like the sound of a huge bell, shaking the air around her as if ripples. Yun Yao felt her arm go numb, and her palms hurt so much that she almost couldn't hold the hilt of the sword. But she gritted her teeth, and the spiritual power in her body surged wildly. She tapped the ground with her toes, and used the force to jump back, avoiding Liu Yan'er's fierce attack.
Seeing this, Chu Mochen's eyes instantly became cold and resolute. His figure was as fast as lightning, and he flashed in front of Yun Yao in an instant, holding the long sword in his hand horizontally, like a steel wall, protecting Yun Yao behind him. The spiritual power flowed on the sword, and the light overflowed, like a burning flame, carrying his determination to move forward. "Liu Yan'er, I am here today, you can't hurt Yun Yao at all!" His voice was low and firm, like the roar of a huge bell, echoing in the forest.
Ye Wuhen was not to be outdone, and he quickly formed seals with his hands, and mysterious runes flickered on his fingertips. Then, he shouted loudly and threw the runes in his hand towards Liu Yan'er and others. The runes instantly exploded in the air, turning into sharp blades with brilliant light, attacking the enemy like a meteor shower. "Humph, running dogs of the Burning Heaven Palace, today I will let you taste the power of the Xingyun Pavilion!" His eyes were cold, like the cold stars in the night sky, staring at the enemy's every move.
The two sides immediately fell into a melee. The light of spiritual power bloomed in the forest like fireworks, illuminating this dark corner. The shouts of killing and the sound of weapons clashing intertwined, like a bloody war song.
In the melee, Yun Yao found a gap and poured her spiritual power into the sword in her hand like a surging tide. The sword hummed like an excited war beast, and under the urging of her spiritual power, it burst into a dazzling light. Then, she shouted and swung the sword in her hand forward. A half-moon-shaped spiritual sword energy was like a sharp blade that opened the sky, sweeping towards the enemy. Wherever it passed, trees were cut in half and soil and rocks flew.
However, at this critical moment, Liu Yan'er suddenly turned around and avoided Yun Yao's attack. A strange arc appeared at the corner of her mouth, like a poisonous snake that had succeeded in its conspiracy. Then, she quickly formed seals with her hands and muttered something. As she chanted, a blood-red light rose from her palm, and in the light, a bronze mirror emitting a strange aura slowly emerged - it was the fragment of the Burning Heart Mirror!
In the mirror, the people in the secular world that Yun Yao had saved were reflected. Those familiar faces were now filled with fear and despair, like lambs to be slaughtered. Their cries seemed to travel through time and space, reaching Yun Yao's ears: "Princess, save us!"
“Yun Yao, if you take one more step forward, these ants will be shattered to pieces.” Liu Yan’er’s laughter was like the cry of a night owl, sharp and crazy, echoing in the forest. “Do you think that becoming a rising star in the world of cultivation can change anything? In the face of absolute power, your mercy is nothing but a joke - just like your mother back then, who knew that the Yunhua Sect was going to be wiped out, but still wanted to use the teleportation array to save a piece of trash like you!”
Yun Yao looked at the people in the mirror, her body trembling violently, her eyes full of pain and struggle. Her palms were full of sweat, her nails were deeply embedded in her palms, blood dripped from her fingertips, dyeing the ground under her feet red. These people were the ones she used her heart to protect and help when she was in the secular world! Now, they are in such a desperate situation because of her.
"Liu Yan'er, how can you be so vicious!" Yun Yao's voice seemed to be squeezed out from between her teeth, with endless hatred. There seemed to be a ball of fire burning in her heart, anger, self-blame, and regret intertwined, making her almost crazy.
"Hmph, you asked for this!" Liu Yan'er snorted coldly and lashed Yun Yao with the long whip in her hand again. The whip shadow was like a black dragon, with bared fangs and claws.
Yun Yao gritted her teeth, but was afraid to act rashly. She knew that if she acted rashly, the people in the mirror would be killed. But if she didn't act, the three of them would not be able to escape the disaster today. Just when she was in a dilemma, Chu Mochen suddenly flashed and came to her side.
"Yun Yao, don't panic. Let's find a solution together." Chu Mochen's voice was steady and firm, as if he had given Yun Yao a reassurance. His eyes were calm and wise, as if he had found a glimmer of hope in this desperate situation.
Yun Yao nodded slightly, took a deep breath, and suppressed the panic and anger in her heart. She stared at the fragment of the Burning Heart Mirror in Liu Yan'er's hand, and her brain was working rapidly, trying to find a way to crack it.
Suddenly, she had an idea and remembered some of the techniques and experiences her mother had taught her in the illusion. Perhaps, she could use her spiritual power to interfere with the spiritual power fluctuations of the fragments of the Burning Heart Mirror and save the people. However, this move was extremely risky. If she was not careful, not only would she not be able to save the people, but her spiritual power might also backfire.
But at this moment, she could not think too much. Yun Yao's eyes were fixed, and the spiritual power in her body was like a surging river, running wildly along a specific route. Her hands quickly formed seals, and complex and mysterious hand seals flashed at her fingertips. Then, she muttered something and pushed her palms towards the fragments of the Burning Heart Mirror.
A soft white light shot out from her palm, like a holy light curtain, slowly covering the fragments of the Burning Heart Mirror. The moment the light touched the fragments, the fragments seemed to be stimulated by something and trembled violently. The image in the mirror was like broken water waves, rippling layer by layer, and the shouts of the people became more and more urgent.
Seeing this, Liu Yan'er's face suddenly changed. She didn't expect Yun Yao to dare to make a rash move and try to break the imprisonment of the Burning Heart Mirror fragment. She snorted coldly, and swung the long whip in her hand more and more frantically. The whip shadows were like black lightning, smashing towards Yun Yao's head. At the same time, she increased the spiritual power output to the Burning Heart Mirror fragment, trying to stabilize the situation.
Seeing this, Chu Mochen stepped forward without hesitation. The long sword in his hand was like a dragon emerging from the sea, facing the whip shadows in the sky. The loud noises of "clang", "clang", and "clang" were endless. Every collision was like sparks flying, shaking the air around as if boiling. His eyes were firm and fearless, as if he was guarding the last ray of light in the world. He used his body to block Liu Yan'er's crazy attack for Yun Yao.
Ye Wuhen was also struggling to hold on. His spiritual power seemed endless, and runes and spiritual blades shot out from his hands one after another, like pear blossoms in a rainstorm, attacking the enemy. His forehead was covered with beads of sweat, and his face was slightly pale, but his eyes were determined, and he would never retreat a single step.
In this fierce melee, time seemed to freeze. Every second that passed seemed as long as a century. Yun Yao devoted herself to solving the dilemma of breaking the fragments of the Burning Heart Mirror. Her spiritual power was like a burning flame, continuously output. Beads of sweat rolled down her forehead, soaking her clothes. Her lips were bitten white, and blood oozed out, but she seemed unaware of it.
Just when Yun Yao's spiritual power was about to be exhausted and she was close to despair, she suddenly felt as if a mysterious power was slowly awakening deep inside her body. This power was like a giant beast that had been sleeping for thousands of years, carrying an ancient and majestic aura. It seemed to merge with Yun Yao's soul, giving her endless strength and courage.
Yun Yao was delighted, knowing that this might be the power of protection left by the ancestors of the Yunhua Sect. She didn't have time to think about it, and with the help of this power, she once again increased the spiritual power impact on the fragments of the Burning Heart Mirror.
Finally, with a crisp sound like breaking glass, the spiritual power confinement of the fragments of the Burning Heart Mirror was successfully broken. The images of the people in the mirror instantly dissipated, turning into streams of light and returning to their respective homes.
"No! This is impossible!" Liu Yan'er let out a shrill scream when she saw this. She widened her eyes in disbelief. The fragment of the Burning Heart Mirror in her hand dimmed, as if it had lost all its power.
Yun Yao took this opportunity to shout, and the sword in her hand was like a rainbow piercing the sun, stabbing at Liu Yan'er fiercely. The spiritual power on the sword was surging, like a burning meteor, carrying her full of anger and hatred.
Liu Yan'er was in a panic and tried to resist hastily. With a loud bang, the long whip in her hand was cut off by Yun Yao's sword, and turned into countless pieces scattered all over the ground. She staggered back, her steps were flustered, and her face was full of fear.
Just when Yun Yao was about to seize the opportunity to capture Liu Yan'er, the other cultivators of Burning Heaven Palace rushed towards Yun Yao recklessly, as if they had gone mad. Their eyes were like those of crazy beasts, full of bloodthirstiness and determination.
Seeing this, Chu Mochen did not hesitate to flash in front of Yun Yao again. His clothes were torn and his body was covered with wounds. The blood stained the corners of his clothes. But he was like a steel god of war. He held the long sword in his hand and his eyes were cold and firm: "Yun Yao, go! I will cover you!"
Yun Yao felt warm in her heart and her eyes were red. She knew that Chu Mochen was using his life to buy her a chance to escape. But how could she bear to leave Chu Mochen behind and escape alone?
"No, I won't leave! Let's go together!" Yun Yao's voice was like a shout, echoing in the forest. She held her sword tightly, stood side by side with Chu Mochen, and prepared to face the crazy counterattack of the monks from the Burning Heaven Palace.
Ye Wuhen also quickly came over, his face was pale, but his eyes were determined: "Today, we will fight these demons!"
The three of them stood back to back, like an indestructible fortress, in this forest of illusions. All around them were monks from the Burning Heaven Palace pouring in like a tide; above their heads was the "Blood Moon Wanted Order" emitting a bloody glow. But there was no fear in their eyes, only determination and resoluteness, as if in this desperate situation, they were blooming the most dazzling light, writing their own legendary chapter, and this thrilling battle of life and death had just begun...