usatvline Chapter 118 Can’t Escape
Chapter 118 Can’t Escape
Mu Zi'en put down the array plate in his hand.
Helplessly, he said, "Uncle Ma, our formation is not yet complete."
Inside, their every move is at risk of being discovered, so he can only feel at ease sooner by finishing the task.
How could Uncle Ma not know?
Just now, he clearly felt a strange divine consciousness intrude into this place.
He couldn't rest easy until he figured it out.
Moreover, the moment he shattered the external divine sense, he used the illusionary movement technique passed down by the Mu family to arrive at the intruder's location.
But they saw no living creature, only a long, dark shadow.
That's highly suspicious.
"Zi'en, in my opinion, we should eliminate any potential dangers before considering what to do next. After all, it's always better to be safe than sorry, and we should never be careless."
He persisted in his persuasion.
Mu Zi'en thought that what Uncle Ma said made sense.
He had no choice but to put down the array and walk over.
Upon seeing the black cocoon, he couldn't help but frown.
No wonder Uncle Ma insisted that he come and take a look. Uncle Ma must also know that this surge of demonic energy is extraordinary.
He possesses the bloodline of the Mu family, which allows him to suppress the demonic energy and reduce most of the interference, enabling him to move freely. However, precisely because of this, the demonic energy avoids his presence.
The black cocoon on the ground was clearly formed from mist due to the close affinity of demonic energy.
Such a being, capable of attracting demonic energy, has never been heard of in the Mu family's lineage.
He remembered something.
"Uncle Ma, I heard that there is a sea clan in the outside world that was almost wiped out by the invasion of demonic energy, but a few days ago they somehow returned to normal."
"Zi'en means that there might be a sea creature inside this cocoon?"
Mu Zi'en nodded.
If it weren't for the mysterious sea race that hadn't appeared in the cultivation world for over two hundred years, he really couldn't imagine who could be so favored by the demonic aura.
"In that case, shall we—?"
Uncle Ma still had a gentle smile on his face, but his actions were anything but gentle.
Using his hand as a blade, he placed it at his neck and slashed it hard.
Mu Zi'en was also conflicted.
Aside from killing the pursuers sent by the branch family and those who wanted to take their heads for a large reward, he had never killed anyone else without a reason.
Uncle Ma noticed his hesitation.
I couldn't help but think, "He's still just a child."
Let Old Ma play the villain then.
Before Mu Zi'en could answer, Uncle Ma raised his butcher knife high, his face filled with pity.
If you have to blame someone, blame your bad luck.
In the Hall of the King of Hell, one can pour out all one's grievances.
With the sharp tip of the knife aimed at the center of the black cocoon, Uncle Ma displayed the same ferocity he had when slaughtering pigs in the slaughterhouse years ago. With this slash, he was determined to cut all the living creatures under his command in half!
A crisp "clang!" rang out.
The sound of blades clashing echoed through the empty passage.
Mu Zi'en instinctively took several steps back while holding the array plate.
"Uncle Ma, danger!"
He's maxed out his support talents, so if he goes in for a head-on confrontation, he'll just be feeding the enemy.
He was quite self-aware, which is why he could always find the best position before the battle started and survive.
However, in the short time it took to say just one sentence, one wielding a sword and the other a knife, the two had already exchanged more than a dozen blows.
The green light spread and fell to the ground, turning into vines, but no one noticed because the environment was too dark.
Amidst the flashing swords and swirling blades, black mist surged, unable to adhere to Luo Qingcheng's body in time.
Her slender figure was partially revealed.
Mu Zi'en immediately recognized her.
"A real person?!" she exclaimed in surprise.
How did she end up in this cave?
But this is not the point.
Luo Qingcheng had already reached the Golden Core stage, and Uncle Ma, who was in the late Foundation Establishment stage, was no match for her at all, but they still managed to exchange so many blows.
Something seems amiss; there must be a conspiracy!
Mu Zi'en said anxiously, "Uncle Ma, don't fight her! Let's go!"
The Mu family's Phantom Movement Technique is a Heaven-Rank spell. As long as Uncle Ma doesn't linger in battle, they can either defeat him or escape him!
Uncle Ma wasn't reckless; the moment he recognized Luo Qingcheng, he realized that the operation was likely to fail.
Luo Qingcheng was locked in combat with him, probably because she wanted to capture them alive. Otherwise, given her strength, she wouldn't be fighting so restrained if she was aiming to kill him.
He carefully dealt with Luo Qingcheng's still somewhat immature sword moves, countering each move as it came. His years of combat experience made him seem completely at ease for a moment.
They were just waiting for Luo Qingcheng to show a weakness before they broke away and fled.
Uncle Ma couldn't help but underestimate her, secretly lamenting that she was still too young.
Sure enough, he quickly discovered the flaw.
Uncle Ma's eyes lit up.
It's now!
He retreated rapidly towards Luo Qingcheng as if his feet were greased, successfully executing the Phantom Movement technique.
Uncle Ma turned into gray mist, mingling with the surging demonic energy, and disappeared in an instant.
He left Luo Qingcheng with only a smile at the end, a smile that seemed both smug and provocative.
Mu Zi'en had already disappeared without a trace while the two were locked in combat.
Now, the passageway was silent again.
Luo Qingcheng stood still, sword in hand, eyes half-closed.
This really stirred up a hornet's nest.
"Oh no! They managed to escape!"
"Master of the Forgetful Sword, how did you teach him? How could you let a Golden Core cultivator be no match for a Foundation Establishment cultivator?"
They didn't care what Luo Qingcheng's considerations were. By letting go of the main target of this competition, Luo Qingcheng was a sinner!
Moreover, since others can also walk this path of gods and demons, it proves that Luo Qingcheng is not a "reincarnation of a god" at all!
They were all deceived!
The elders of the Taixu Sect waited cautiously for a while, fearing that they would be embarrassed again.
Seeing the endless accusations from the crowd, while Luo Qingcheng in the painting just stood there blankly, he was in a great mood.
But she pretended to be serious and questioned, "How can a Golden Core cultivator be no match for a Foundation Establishment cultivator? Could it be that she deliberately let those two go?"
This provided everyone with a new angle to criticize, and quickly gained a large number of supporters.
Whether it's out of genuine concern for the world or just using this as an excuse, no one can say for sure.
The elder of the Taixu Sect stroked his beard, beaming with pride.
No matter what they said, Mo Wangqing didn't respond, leaving everyone speechless.
So they turned their guns around and opened fire on the late-arriving Grand Elder of the Sword Inquiry Sect.
"Sword Master, what do you think?"
The elder said coldly, "Look up."
These people are risking their lives to offend their martial uncle, and he still has to pay.
Moreover, that child Luo Qingcheng had already made his plans.
The Grand Elder looked up and continued to gaze at the painting, his eyes filled with deep expectations for Luo Qingcheng.
At this moment, a lazy voice came from the scroll. Luo Qingcheng yawned and said lazily, "Light and shadow magic."
Who said she didn't have a backup plan?
Upon hearing the three words spoken by the Grand Elder, the crowd instinctively looked up: ...
A dazzling white light burst forth from the painting, a light that seemed to penetrate the unconsciously closed eyelids of everyone and reach the bottom of their eyeballs, blinding all those who looked down on her!
Wherever the vines reached, light and shadow reversed, darkness transformed into sunshine, and the sword light was as gentle as a spring breeze and as sharp as winter snow. In an instant, the sword light took over the place of the demonic energy in the dimly lit passage, shining as bright as day!
Luo Qingcheng wore a triumphant smile, her long, glossy black hair fluttering behind her. She pointed her sword at a spot and asked, "Aren't you coming out yet?"