HLnovel Chapter 590 Fake Death
Chapter 590 Fake Death
The silver-white flame spread from his heart, and wherever it passed, the charred meridians were forcibly reconnected and the exhausted spiritual sea began to boil and surge.
He pointed his finger across the empty space above his head, and his burning soul transformed into thousands of talismans that fell like snowflakes.
The Demon-Locking Tower formation that had originally collapsed suddenly shone brightly, forcing the raging demon fog back into the tower.
Wherever the silver flames passed, the wounds of the injured disciples healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The broken bones were connected, the scattered spiritual power returned to its origin, and even the foundation of Taoism that was eroded by the evil spirit was restored to its original state.
A disciple who staggered to his feet suddenly froze - he saw Chu Ziyu's gradually transparent figure reflected on his sword.
"Uncle Master...?"
(Yes, yes, that’s the expression! Shock, grief, and disbelief!)
Chu Ziyu looked at his disciples' reactions with satisfaction, and asked 6872 to add a BGM of "Holy Light Shining Everywhere" to ensure the atmosphere was perfect.
But I still feel a little bit reluctant.
(Sorry, I have to lie to you one last time)
Chu Ziyu looked at the frightened expressions of his disciples and suddenly remembered what he had said when he first taught them to wield a sword: "A sword practitioner's spine must not bend."
Now these kids are standing straight, but I am the first one to fall down.
When Xuan Xiao led his men to tear through the void and arrive, this is what they saw -
The Demon Locking Tower stands tall again, and the runes are flowing as if new.
The tower is as black as ink, but no longer cold and silent. Instead, it is glowing with a faint silver glow.
The originally mottled black iron tower base was now as smooth as a mirror, reflecting the sky, and the dark red blood rust that had been deposited for thousands of years had long been purified and turned into fine light dust, which was scattered into the clouds by the wind.
The bronze bells hanging from the eaves of the tower no longer made a harsh buzzing sound, but instead made a clear sound like a spring. When they rang with the wind, they even sounded a bit like the chanting of a sword.
His sword intent was integrated into every rune, and his spiritual energy permeated every inch of black iron.
The once violent demonic spirits were now suppressed by the silver-white soul fire. The tower had nine floors, and the demon-suppressing spells on each floor glowed with unprecedented brilliance, like falling stars, brilliant and eternal.
The original crack in the gate at the deepest part of the tower has been completely closed, and replaced by a sword mark - that is the last mark left by the Qingfeng Sword, like a cold boundary, completely separating the demons from the mortals.
If a cultivator uses his divine sense to investigate, he will find that—
This tower is alive.
It is no longer just a dead object, but carries the will of the sword cultivator.
When evil spirits try to attack the barrier, the runes on the tower will light up automatically, and silver flames will bloom like lotuses, burning all the evil spirits.
Mo Xue was imprisoned in front of the tower by nine silver flame chains, unable to move.
The disciples stood there in a daze, with the healing aura lingering around them.
And Chu Ziyu...
He stood on the top stone step in front of the tower, his frost-white robe intact and even more elegant than usual.
But when the mountain wind blew, Xuan Xiao saw clearly——
That was not a robe at all, but the soul light that was about to dissipate.
"Zi Yu!"
Xuan Xiao's sword light arrived in an instant, but it pierced through the moment it touched his sleeve -
I grabbed a handful but found nothing.
Chu Ziyu turned around, his eyebrows and eyes were picturesque, and his lips still had that usual smile. But this time, his whole body was shaking slightly like a reflection in the water.
"Master."
He said softly, "Disciple... fortunately I have fulfilled my mission."
(Okay, okay, time to call it a day! 6872, pack up my soul light and take it away!)
Before he finished speaking, a gust of wind blew through the mountains.
His figure turned into countless silver-white points of light, fluttering like snow and hail, landing on the palms of every disciple who raised their hands in astonishment.
"I'm collecting it. I've collected it all."
6872 muttered as he frantically tried to pick up the scattered soul lights. "Why is this thing like a dandelion, it scatters when you blow on it... Hey, hey, hey, there's another cluster over there!"
The wind stopped in front of the Demon Locking Tower.
Lin Ci'an stood on the stone steps and felt very cold.
"Brother...?"
His voice was very soft, as if he was afraid to disturb a dream.
But no one responded.
Only a few lingering silver-white spots of light passed over his fingertips like fine snow.
"You lied to me."
He suddenly laughed, his eyes turning red.
"You said... you would wait until I mastered the last move of 'Nine Questions of the Sky'..."
(Ci'an, your crying scene is even more exaggerated than mine...)
Chu Ziyu's soul light floated above Lin Ci'an's head, but he couldn't help but want to reach out and rub his head, but unfortunately now there was only a ball of light left.
When the last bit of soul light passed through Lin Ci'an's blood-stained fingertips, Chu Ziyu suddenly remembered the incident many years ago when he secretly picked wild apricots.
At that time, Lin Ci'an also had red eyes and said, "Senior brother is lying, he is out of reach."
Before he finished speaking, a fishy and sweet taste suddenly surged into his throat.
He gritted his teeth, but blood flowed out from the corners of his lips, dripping onto the ground.
"You clearly... promised..."
His knee hit the ground hard, but he felt no pain.
"Lin Ci'an, stop being lazy, raise your wrist another three points higher."
"This move, 'Snow Returns to the Wild Goose', should be used like this."
The voice in my memory is getting farther and farther away.
Lin Ci'an suddenly went crazy and tried to grab the light spots floating in the air, but the silver light passed through his fingers and disappeared completely.
"Come back... come back!!!"
He finally roared, his voice broken and out of tune.
The disciples around him looked at him in horror.
The usually aloof and self-restrained Uncle Lin was now kneeling in a pool of blood, crying like a child.
"Come in."
6872 collected all the light spots and stuffed them into Mo Xue's body like stuffing cotton.
He even patted his hand and said, "Done! Boss, I give you full marks for your acting skills!"