"Spiritual Aura Explosion!" Upon seeing this scene, Qin Xi muttered in a low voice.
Although it wasn't a real spiritual aura explosion, the principle was the same.
The Vermilion Bird Bow was a Psychic magic weapon and was born with spirituality. If one wanted to pick it up, they had to get its approval.
There was a strong Vermilion Bird's breath on the Vermilion Bird Bow, so if one wanted to tame it, they had to bear this kind of divine power first.
With so much Vermilion Bird's breath pouring into Ling Yunhe's body, if he couldn't bear it, the result would be the same as spiritual aura explosion.
Master Daoist Yuanmu rushed forward, followed by Master Daoist Iron Mask. The three of them watched nervously.
Could Ling Yunhe bear this kind of power?
Would he tame the Vermilion Bird Bow or would he be torn apart by the Vermilion Bird's breath?
Logically speaking, as a Core Formation cultivator, his body shouldn't be able to bear this kind of power. However, he cultivated the Ice and Fire Arts specially prepared for the Vermilion Bird Bow by the ancient great Ice Palace. Who knew if there was something special about this technique that could dissolve the power of the Vermilion Bird's breath?
As the Vermilion Bird's breath poured in, the icy mist around Ling Yunhe's body became thinner and thinner and was gradually swallowed by the flames.
The expression on his face became more and more painful, and his whole body slowly turned red as if he had become a red-hot soldering iron. Even the flow of the spiritual aura in his meridians could be seen clearly.
Seeing that Ling Yunhe's meridians had almost reached their limit and the divine power from the Vermilion Bird Bow was still pouring in, Master Daoist Yuanmu clenched his teeth and hit the middle of Ling Yunhe's back with his palm.
If he let things continue like this, Ling Yunhe probably wouldn't be able to escape the fate of exploding and dying. Since the Vermilion Bird's breath had already started pouring in, it couldn't be stopped.
Therefore, Master Daoist Yuanmu thought of this method to let the extra Vermilion Bird's breath out of Ling Yunhe's body through another exit.
This exit was himself.
With Master Daoist Yuanmu sharing the burden, Ling Yunhe's pain was slightly alleviated. However, even Master Daoist Yuanmu didn't feel relaxed when facing the Vermilion Bird's breath.
In the Distant Past, spiritual magic weapons like the Vermilion Bird Bow could only be controlled by high-level cultivators. The high-level cultivators in the Distant Past were not the Nascent Soul realm of today, but the Body Integration realm or even the Mahayana realm!
Compared to a Body Integration Stage cultivator, a Nascent Soul cultivator was nothing more than an insignificant junior, so how could they withstand the power of the Vermilion Bird's aura?
If it wasn't for the Cloud-Soaring Crane acting as a buffer, he would've directly gone to take it himself. His ending would've been no different from Jing Xingzhi and Qin Xi's.
Gradually, Spiritual Master Yuanmu's face flushed red. His meridians and dantian could no longer withstand such intense Vermillion Bird divine power.
Seeing this, the Iron Mask Spiritual Master also came forward.
"Senior Brother." Perfected Yuanmu gritted his teeth. "Conserve your strength!"
Beneath the black iron mask, Master Daoist Iron Mask's eyes flashed. He paused for a moment but in the next second, he suddenly reached out to grab Mo Tiange!
With a sharp whistle, the Three Yang Real Fire Sword flew out. Qin Xi stood in front of her and shouted, "What do you want to do?!"
Master Daoist Iron Face's reaction was extremely fast. Since his attack missed, a light flashed in his hand and a long, jet-black whip appeared in his hand. With a flick of his hand, it once again lashed towards Mo Tiange.
Qin Xi was furious. Just now, Master Daoist Yuanmu made a Heart Demon Oath, so they believed him. However, he didn't expect that Master Daoist Iron Mask, who had been silent like a shadow, would suddenly attack them!
If it was just Master Daoist Iron Mask alone, Qin Xi and Jing Xingzhi wouldn't be afraid.
However, Master Daoist Iron Mask was an old monster who had lived for almost two thousand years. He had rich experience in fights of magical powers and his methods were shrewd and ruthless. His sudden attack caught Qin Xi off guard.
Qin Xi had no choice but to change the Three Yang Real Fire Sword's sword formation into a huge sword which chopped down at Master Daoist Iron Mask, blocking the momentum of the long whip.
Fortunately, Jing Xingzhi's flying sword also arrived. His reaction wasn't slow, but he was a little far away.
Seeing that his attack was resolved by Qin Xi and that Jing Xingzhi's flying sword was behind him, Master Daoist Iron Mask didn't move. He just shook his sleeves and released his spiritual aura. A huge shield suddenly appeared behind him, protecting him.
Then, he forcibly withstood Jing Xingzhi's flying sword attack and still attacked Mo Tiange unyieldingly.
Qin Xi didn't understand what he wanted to do, but his opponent's behavior had already angered him!
Master Daoist Iron Mask used Invisible Sword. The golden sword aura was surrounded by the Three Yang Real Fire, then one turned into two, two turned into four, and in an instant, it turned into hundreds of sword auras which pierced towards Master Daoist Iron Mask.
This time, Master Daoist Iron Mask finally couldn't take it head-on.
Although his cultivation level was high and he was also rich in experience, his strength wasn't at the top among late stage Nascent Soul cultivators. Under Jing Xingzhi's attack, he couldn't hold on for too long. After all, the attack power of a sword cultivator wasn't something ordinary cultivators could compare to.
Facing Qin Xi's attack, he chose to retreat.
But in the next moment, after avoiding the sword's edge, Master Daoist Iron Mask's body suddenly burst with a strong momentum. He retreated in order to advance!
A late stage Nascent Soul cultivator, even if he wasn't good at fights of magical powers, was still terrifying when he went all out without holding back his spiritual power.
Master Daoist Iron Mask swung his long whip, sweeping it towards Mo Tiange with a whistling sound. Qin Xi was shaken by his momentum, so in a hurry, he only had time to command his sword aura to block it —
With a "chi" sound, the sword aura and the long whip tangled together. Their spiritual auras intertwined and fought each other, and for a while, they fell into a stalemate.
Master Daoist Iron Mask seemed to be a bit anxious. Completely disregarding Jing Xingzhi behind him, he once again burst out his momentum.
Seeing that Master Daoist Iron Mask didn't care about anything else, Qin Xi's spiritual aura fluctuated violently. Afraid he would hurt Mo Tiange, he hurriedly pushed her away and went to meet the attack himself.
"Boom!"
This was a head-on collision of spiritual auras. The violent spiritual aura fluctuation even pushed Mo Tiange aside. Not far from them, Ling Yunhe and Master Daoist Yuan Mu, who were sitting in front of the sacrificial table, weren't affected at all because of the Vermilion Bird's breath.
Although Qin Xi wouldn't be unable to withstand such a collision of spiritual auras, he had no choice but to avoid it for the time being.
Master Daoist Iron Mask swung his sleeve, throwing out the pebble he used in the fights of magical powers again. The pebble turned into a huge boulder, pressing down on Qin Xi.
Qin Xi spread his arms. The Three Yang Real Fire Sword turned into a sword light and collided with the huge boulder.
In the next moment, his figure flashed. He used the Teleportation Technique and arrived in front of Ling Yunhe.
"Fellow Daoist Iron Mask!" he shouted sternly. "If you still want to fight, I'll kill you, a junior, as well!"
Ling Yunhe was being tested by the Vermilion Bird's divine power, and Master Daoist Yuan Mu's body was also full of the Vermilion Bird's breath. Both of them couldn't move. Qin Xi was now standing next to them. It could be said that their lives were hanging in his hands.
Master Daoist Iron Mask paused, regret flashing in his eyes.
Jing Xingzhi had already used Ling Yunhe's life to threaten them before, but he regretted that he was too anxious just now, giving Qin Xi an opening.
Seeing that Master Daoist Iron Mask had stopped, Qin Xi turned to look at Mo Tiange. It was only when he saw that she had taken out all her magic weapons and was far away that he felt relieved.
At this distance, if Master Daoist Iron Mask still dared to fight, both he and Jing Xingzhi would be able to stop him in time.
"Fellow Daoist Iron Mask, what do you mean?
Fellow Daoist Yuan Mu has already made a Heart Demon Oath. Do you think you can kill us by yourself? "
Master Daoist Iron Mask's gaze shifted, but he didn't say anything.
"Qin Shoujing, why are you being so polite with him?"
Jing Xingzhi said coldly as he stepped forward with a flying sword in his hand, "No matter what he wants to do, since he's already made his move, why don't we take this opportunity to kill him?
We can't defeat two late stage Nascent Soul cultivators, but do we have to be afraid of one? "
Jing Xingzhi was a typical sword cultivator. He was the best at seizing opportunities to kill with one strike. Right now, Master Daoist Yuanmu couldn't move and only Master Daoist Iron Mask was left. If the two of them worked together, their chances of killing him would be very high.
At that time, even if Master Daoist Yuanmu escaped, he wouldn't be able to do anything to them, and they wouldn't have to compromise for their lives!
But Qin Xi wasn't as ruthless as him. They'd clearly agreed before, and they didn't take advantage of him, so why did Master Daoist Iron Mask suddenly attack them?
Moreover, his target was Mo Tiange, which was too strange.
Master Daoist Iron Mask half-turned his body and said in a deep, hoarse voice, "Hmph!
It's not that easy to kill me! "He'd been trapped in the Nascent Soul realm for so many years, so how could he not have one or two life-saving secret techniques?
Besides, they could kill his body, but could they kill his Nascent Soul?
Even if he was besieged by two late stage Nascent Soul cultivators, his Nascent Soul wasn't that easy to kill.
However, his lifespan was almost up, so even if his Nascent Soul escaped, it would be meaningless.
Thinking up to this point, the pair of eyes exposed under the black iron mask became gloomy, and he looked regretfully at Master Daoist Yuanmu and Ling Yunhe.
He'd lived for nearly two thousand years, and his lifespan was almost up. The remaining hundred or so years weren't enough for him to cultivate to the peak stage of the late stage. Even if he obtained the fated chance of the Deification realm, he wouldn't have a chance to advance to the Deification realm.
This trip to the Sea of Returning Ruins was originally his last chance to do something for the sect. Even if he died here, it would be worth it.
However, the current situation caused him to feel a sense of despair.
This Junior Martial Brother Yuan Mu was much younger than him. Back then, he was already a Nascent Soul cultivator, while this Junior Martial Brother was just a beginner. In just a few hundred years, he had already become a great late stage Nascent Soul cultivator who could stand shoulder to shoulder with him.
With nearly a thousand years of lifespan left, this talented Junior Martial Brother was very likely to advance to the Deification realm. In addition, this brat who cultivated the Ice and Fire Arts would go to the underground palace to get the Vermilion Bird Bow …
This was the purpose of their trip: Junior Martial Brother Yuan Mu would obtain the fated chance of the Deification realm, and that brat from Ling Family would take the Vermilion Bird Bow.
The hateful thing was that it seemed very difficult to achieve now.
If they couldn't resolve the Vermilion Bird's breath, the two of them might die here together. Deification realm? Vermilion Bird Bow? Everything would become a bubble.
He sighed. Not for his own meaningless sacrifice, but for the foundation of Jiuyan Sect …
But what happened next stunned him. "This is …"
"Senior Martial Brother!" Mo Tiange also shouted.
Qin Xi was slightly startled. He suddenly felt something was wrong. He lowered his head and widened his eyes in shock.
In order to threaten Master Daoist Iron Mask, he stood very close to Ling Yunhe.
At that moment, the Vermilion Bird's breath on Ling Yunhe and Master Daoist Yuanmu's bodies was overflowing. Their meridians and dantians couldn't contain it anymore.
Without an exit, the Vermilion Bird's breath that was stuck on Ling Yunhe and Master Daoist Yuanmu's bodies actually spread out and turned into flames, wrapping around his body.
Sharp pain!
This was his first feeling.
It wasn't that he hadn't been injured before. In the hundred years he was in the Core Formation realm, he'd suffered countless injuries, big and small. Among them, there were even a few that caused his cultivation level to plummet and he almost lost his life. However, none of them made him feel this kind of sharp pain, as if even his soul was being burned!
This was the power of the Vermilion Bird's breath — the Vermilion Bird's divine power.
He suddenly understood Master Daoist Iron Mask's action just now. He wanted to grab Mo Tiange and let Ling Yunhe transfer the remaining Vermilion Bird's breath to her body so he could use her as an exit!
Unfortunately, his attack didn't hit. He failed.
But inadvertently, he created such an exit.
What should I do?
He tried to break free, but this Vermilion Bird's breath firmly entangled him, making him unable to move even half an inch.
He felt his meridians rapidly being occupied by the heat then rushing into his dantian, but he was powerless to do anything.
Hearing a familiar shout, he looked towards Mo Tiange. He saw her rushing towards him, but he couldn't even lift his hand. He only had enough time to look at Jing Xingzhi.
Stop her …
He silently said.