Mowenjie activated the spiritual energy within him, and the surrounding spiritual Qi gradually gathered around. As everyone was immersed in cultivation, a melodious yet eerie flute sound came. The sound seemed to have magic, disturbing everyone's mental state. Mowenjie opened his eyes first, furrowing his brows as he realized danger was approaching.
Other people also stopped their cultivation and showed a vigilant expression. The Jīn Cán Xiānzǐ spoke and said, "This flute sound definitely has evil spirits at work, we must be careful." Everyone nodded in agreement, gathering together to form a defensive formation.
Suddenly, mist enveloped the surroundings, with extremely low visibility. Mowenjie cast a spell, sending out a beam of spiritual light to disperse the mist, but the effect was negligible. At this moment, a black shadow flickered in the fog, accompanied by chilling laughter.
Mowenjie bellowed, "Evil spirit from where, daring to disturb us!" The black shadow gradually became clearer, revealing a giant spider spirit with a human face. It came charging at them, its fierce features causing everyone to shiver.
On the massive and terrifying body of the spider spirit, a thick and extremely hard outer shell covered it tightly. This shell shone with an alarming cold light, as if it was showing off and challenging everyone around it.
Looking at the eight long and powerful legs, it seemed as though they were made from the finest steel, unbreakable. Every time they swung in the air, they would bring a sharp and piercing whistling wind, their power so great that it would strike fear into the hearts of anyone who tried to approach, preventing them from taking any reckless actions.
At the same time, Mowenjie showed no sign of weakness. He grasped his sharp, long sword tightly, his arm muscles tensed, and veins popping out, displaying unparalleled strength and determination. His gaze was as fiery as burning flames, revealing unwavering belief and the courage to face death head-on. With each swing of his sword, he also unleashed a powerful gust of air, accompanied by a fierce gale of sword wind that swept past with imposing momentum and captivated everyone's spirit.
Mowenjie's figure flashed, and he actively charged towards the spider spirit. His long sword directly pointed at the spider spirit's forehead, but the spider spirit agility, it turned aside, avoiding the attack, and with one of its long legs sweeping over. Mowenjie stepped on the ground with both feet, jumping high in the air to dodge this blow. The Jīn Cán Xiānzǐ saw this and sealed his hands, shooting out one after another of golden threads. The spider spirit spat out black slime, intercepting all the threads.
Ding Qingyao shouted loudly, "We should attack its eyes together, that's its weakness!" Hearing this, everyone began to unleash their strongest moves. Various beams of light rushed towards the spider spirit's eyes. The spider spirit roared in anger and green laser beams shot out of its eyes. Mowenjie bellowed and blasted out all his spiritual energy. His long sword flashed with brilliant white light, forcefully blocking the laser beams.
Then, he used the momentum to rush towards the spider spirit and, before it could react, he stabbed his sword into the spider spirit's left eye. The spider spirit struggled in pain and wildly waved its paws.
As I watched, Mowenjie's eyes narrowed and he moved with lightning speed. He quickly pulled his right hand back, and the sharp, shining sword was firmly grasped in his hand. Then, he stamped his foot and propelled himself forward like an arrow, heading straight for the spider spirit.
Just as Mowenjie approached the spider spirit, he flicked his wrist, slicing the sword through the air with a fierce arc. Then, with tremendous force, he drove the sword into the spider spirit's abdomen. This strike embodied Mowenjie's full power and skillful swordsmanship, moving so fast that it was almost impossible to see the shadow of the sword.
A muffled "thud" could be heard as the long sword sank deeply into the spider spirit's abdomen. The spider spirit let out a scream that was heart-wrenching, utterly terrifying, echoing throughout the valley. At the same time, a dark green liquid gushed out from the wound, splattering everywhere.
The spider spirit, which had been heavily injured, could no longer support its massive body. After shaking a few times, it collapsed with a loud crash like a mountain, stirring up a cloud of dust. As the spider spirit fell, the dense mist around it seemed to lose its support and began to dissipate slowly.
Mowenjie, Ding Qingyao, Huang Ling'er, Jiang Yurou, Xiao Yawen, Ding Yan, Tuoba Yingying, Qin Xiaodie, Cao Chunling, Jīn Cán Xiānzǐ, Ling Xue and Liu Chuandong along with the Spirit Fox. As they witnessed the scene of the spider spirit's collapse and dissipation of the mist around it. They couldn't help but take a long breath. Their tightly wound nerves finally relaxed as they revealed smiles of joy and relief that had survived the ordeal.
Just as the crowd was overjoyed, the ground suddenly trembled violently. Mowenjie's face changed color: "No good, there might be more evil spirits." The crowd became vigilant again. They saw a large crack open in the ground, from which a qilin beast emerged, its entire body on fire. The qilin beast's eyes were bloodshot, radiating a fierce intent.
Mowenjie's heart groaned, but he still stepped forward: "Be careful, the qilin beast is very fierce." The Jīn Cán Xiānzǐ took a pill and swallowed it, making her body glow with even more golden light: "Let's give it our all. We can't just sit and wait for death." Everyone looked at each other, nodded decisively.
Mowenjie launched the first attack, channeling spiritual energy into his sword, causing it to ignite with fierce flames. He swung at the qilin beast. However, the qilin beast neither dodged nor blocked the attack and stood its ground. It then charged Mowenjie with its horns. Ding Qingyao quickly threw an amulet, attaching it to the qilin beast's body to temporarily restrain its movements. The others took advantage of this opportunity to unleash various spells simultaneously. The qilin beast roared loudly, shattering the amulet and causing its flames around its body to grow even fiercer, pushing everyone back several steps. However, they did not retreat but instead gathered their strength once more and attacked the qilin beast together, initiating a fierce battle.
Seeing this, Mowenjie was startled, and his hand holding the sword trembled slightly. The qilin beast, however, seized the opportunity to let out a long, sky-soaring roar that shook the surrounding mountains and forests. Then, it4 sprinted forward like an arrow shot from a bow, charging towards Mowenjie with its four hooves pounding the ground.
Mowenjie had no time to think, and he hurriedly dodged to the side. The qilin beast brushed past him, creating a gust of wind that almost caused him to lose his balance. After regaining his footing, he turned quickly and channeled all his spiritual energy into his sword. The flames on the sword grew even more fierce, as if they were about to ignite the entire world.
This time, Mowenjie executed his most cherished sword technique, the sword shadow flickering like a dragon leaping out of the sea and piercing towards the qilin beast. However, the qilin beast suddenly stopped its advance, crouching slightly with its massive body, and then sprang up with great force into the air. A powerful energy beam burst from its mouth and shot straight towards Mowenjie.
Mowenjie widened his eyes, watching in horror as the terrifying energy beam came towards him with stunning speed. But at that moment, there was nowhere to hide! In a flash, the energy beam struck him fiercely.
A loud "bang" could be heard, as if a high-speed moving truck had collided with Mowenjie face-first. His body suddenly lost control and flew out like a stranded kite, straight into the distance.
After arcing through the air, he landed heavily on the hard ground with a dull sound. The impact of the fall made him feel as if his internal organs had shifted, and a sweet taste filled his throat. A warm liquid flowed uncontrollably from the corner of his mouth—blood, red and fresh.
Mowenjie gritted his teeth through the severe pain, struggling to lift his head and stare determinedly ahead. His eyes were filled with reluctance and anger. He could not believe that he had been so easily defeated, and defeated in such a disheveled manner.
Just as Mowenjie thought that his life was about to end here, a ray of auspicious light suddenly descended from the sky and enveloped him. Mowenjie felt the pain on his body rapidly easing, and the exhausted spiritual energy within him also began to slowly recover. It was because he had previously helped a mysterious immortal. Mowenjie tightened his grip on his sword, slowly standing up, and emanated an even stronger presence than before. The qilin beast sensed the threat and launched another attack.
This time, Mowenjie was neither hurried nor anxious. He stepped in an unusual rhythm, cleverly avoiding the qilin beast's attack and using the momentum to circle behind it. He concentrated all his spiritual energy on the tip of his sword and roared loudly, driving it deep into the qilin beast's nape. The qilin beast winced in pain, thrashing its body wildly in an attempt to dislodge Mowenjie.
Mowenjie's expression was serious, his hands tightly gripping the handle of the sword with all his might. He held the blade, which was as sharp as a razor and shimmered with cold light, with such force that his arms trembled slightly under the immense pressure. He dared not relax for a moment, for if he let go of the sword now, the consequences would be unimaginable.
At this moment, Ding Qingyao screamed and waved a colorful ribbon in her hand, resembling a graceful fairy dancing. She swept towards the qilin beast; Huang Ling'er opened her lips and chanted incantations, releasing a powerful spell beam that straightened and targeted the qilin beast; Jiang Yurou raised her hand, launching several darts like lightning with a sharp hissing sound, targeting the target; Xiao Yawen flickered like a phantom, swiftly approaching the qilin beast. His palms flipped, and he unleashed a series of fierce palm strikes.
At the same time, Ding Yan held a long whip and cracked it in the air, producing a series of crisp sounds. The whip moved like a lively venomous snake, striking the qilin beast fiercely; Tuoba Yingying drew her bow and arrows, the bowstring trembling as arrows howled through the air and flew towards the qilin beast, their tips shimmering with icy cold light; Qin Xiaodie formed hand seals, summoning a massive flame phoenix that soared high into the sky before diving down towards the qilin beast; Cao Chunling danced with her short sword, creating a dense net of sword shadows to envelop the qilin beast; Jīn Cán Xiānzǐ spat out countless golden threads that wove into a resilient net covering the sky and descending towards the qilin beast.
Ling Xue gracefully moved her lotus feet, lightly waving her folding fan. A chilling cold air burst out, instantly freezing the surrounding air into frost; Liu Chuandong and the Spirit Fox coordinated perfectly. One person executed powerful martial arts with a strong and vigorous style while another displayed a mysterious combat technique, continuously harassing the qilin beast.
Faced with the fierce combined attack from the crowd, even though the qilin beast was powerful, it gradually struggled to withstand the pressure. The scales on its body began to crack, and blood gushed out from its wounds. Its once majestic aura became weak and dispirited. Finally, with a loud "thud," the massive body of the qilin beast could no longer hold on and fell to the ground. In a flash, it burst into fierce flames, turning into a dazzling ball of light in an instant before dissipating without a trace.
Seeing this scene, Mowenjie finally relaxed his tensed heartstring and took a deep breath. The other people also gathered around, and everyone smiled at each other, their eyes filled with joy after surviving the ordeal. Each person's face was beaming with a brilliant smile, as if all the hardships they had experienced beforehand were now like memories from another world.
