"Senior Martial Brother!"
"Don't go over there!" Jing Xingzhi's figure flashed and stopped in front of Mo Tiange, shouting fiercely.
Mo Tiange didn't even look at him.
Jing Xingzhi helplessly grabbed her arm and spiritual aura gushed out from his palm.
Under the fierce sword intent of a Nascent Soul sword cultivator, Mo Tiange couldn't move and could only watch helplessly.
Qin Xi was completely engulfed by the Vermilion Bird's breath. His whole body was surrounded by red mist, but the Vermilion Bird's breath still spread out from the Cloud-Soaring Crane's body and rushed towards him.
"You can't solve anything if you go over there!"
Jing Xingzhi said calmly, "This Vermilion Bird's breath is so overbearing. You're only in the Core Formation realm. If Qin Shoujing can't stand it, you'll only die if you go."
"…" Mo Tiange couldn't hear what he said. She just watched Qin Xi being surrounded by the Vermilion Bird's breath, and her heart suddenly felt empty.
She could only hope that the divine power on the Vermilion Bird Bow would be exhausted before he couldn't stand it anymore.
As for who the Vermilion Bird Bow belonged to, she didn't care. She didn't care if it helped someone else; it was enough as long as he could keep his life.
However, the Vermilion Bird's breath seemed endless. It kept pouring into the Cloud-Soaring Crane's meridians, then flowed out of the Cloud-Soaring Crane's body and wrapped around Qin Xi.
The red mist on Qin Xi's body became thicker and thicker. In the end, he seemed to be bathed in blood, and his figure couldn't be seen clearly.
Seeing this scene, Master Iron Mask was both happy and worried.
He originally wanted to catch someone to share the pressure of the Vermilion Bird's breath, but Qin Xi and Jing Xingzhi were Nascent Soul cultivators, so he had to attack Mo Tiange, who had the lowest cultivation level.
He didn't expect that the Vermilion Bird's breath would find Qin Xi. He was already in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul realm, so he could bear much more divine power than Mo Tiange. Maybe he alone would be enough.
However, this Vermilion Bird's breath was so strong. Seeing that Qin Xi's body was already covered with it and showed no signs of stopping, Master Iron Mask couldn't help but worry.
If Qin Xi wasn't enough, what should he do?
His original plan was to risk his life to share the burden of the Vermillion Bird's divine power, but they had already fought just now. With that sword cultivator's vicious and merciless personality, he would most likely take advantage of the situation and lose his life in vain.
With this thought, Iron Mask didn't know what to do and could only watch helplessly.
Boom!
The blood mist became extremely thick. All of a sudden, a loud explosion rang out from Qin Xi's body. The blood mist unexpectedly turned into flames, burning fiercely.
Mo Tiange turned pale with fright. What kind of situation is this?
The flame formed by the Vermilion Bird's breath contained the Vermilion Bird's divine power. Even Qin Xi's Extreme Yang Real Fire was extremely afraid of it. If it directly burned his body, would he still be alive?
"Huh!" To the side, Jing Xingzhi exclaimed softly in surprise. He muttered to himself, "This is too strange."
At this very moment, Ling Yunhe's hand was gripping the Vermillion Bird Bow. The breath of the Vermillion Bird entered his meridians through his palm, and then flowed into Reverend Yuanmu's body.
Nevertheless, Master Daoist Yuanmu's whole body was red, and his meridians and dantian were filled with Vermilion Bird's breath. Qin Xi's situation was different from theirs.
First, he hadn't come into contact with Ling Yunhe before, so it could be said that the Vermilion Bird's breath took the initiative to find him. Second, the Vermilion Bird's breath on his body was in the form of a red mist, unlike the other two's, which directly entered his meridians. Third, the other two didn't have flames on their bodies, but Qin Xi's eventually turned into flames.
In just a short while, the flames had completely surrounded Qin Xi. Aside from a hazy shadow, nothing else could be seen.
Just when the others thought he was going to be burned to ashes by the flames, a hazy white light suddenly appeared in his dantian.
At first, this white light was only a tiny dot hidden in the flames. It was so faint that it seemed like an illusion.
But gradually, the white light became brighter and bigger. In the end, it even competed with the Vermilion Bird's flames.
"Boom!"
Another dull sound rang out. The Vermilion Bird's breath seemed to crazily rush towards Qin Xi. From the Vermilion Bird Bow, from Ling Yunhe, and even from Master Daoist Yuanmu!
These Vermilion Bird's breaths flowed into Qin Xi's body, turning into flames and rushing towards that white light!
"This is …" Jing Xingzhi and Master Daoist Iron Mask were both dumbfounded. What kind of situation was this?
Mo Tiange was stunned, but she suddenly thought of something. She was overjoyed. "Yang Spiritual Bead!"
She almost forgot that Qin Xi had a Yang Spiritual Bead on him!
Lord Daoist Jinghe said Yang Spiritual Beads were strange objects born in spirit veins. They specialized in swallowing the Yang spiritual aura in spirit veins. Over time, they swallowed all the Yang spiritual aura in the spirit veins and produced Yang Spiritual Beads.
According to this, Yang Spiritual Beads contained inexhaustible spiritual aura. If they were completely released, even a Deification cultivator's body would easily explode from the spiritual aura.
Because a Yang Spiritual Bead could produce Yang Spiritual Beads, it was impossible for a Deification cultivator to have more spiritual aura than a spirit vein.
Since a Yang Spiritual Bead could contain so much spiritual aura, could it also contain the divine power brought by the Vermilion Bird's breath?
When she thought of this, Mo Tiange felt like she had been rescued from a desperate situation. Hope once again emerged in her heart.
"Yang Spiritual Bead?" Jing Xingzhi frowned slightly in confusion.
Although Qin Xi was with him when he obtained the Yang Spiritual Bead, Jing Xingzhi didn't know what kind of Yang Spiritual Bead that unremarkable bead was.
If he knew, he would definitely regret it so much that his intestines would turn green. Back then, he simply didn't care about that bead. When they were dividing the spoils of war, he casually threw it to Qin Xi.
It was precisely because of this Yang Spiritual Bead that Qin Xi cultivated faster than him, had more fated chances than him, and even obtained a top-notch cultivation technique, the Pure Yang Technique, from a Deification cultivator. It even led to the marriage between Qin Xi and Mo Tiange.
Fortunately, he didn't know that sometimes, ignorance was also a kind of happiness.
The white light became brighter and brighter, and the speed at which the Vermilion Bird's breath rushed towards Qin Xi also became faster and faster.
Master Daoist Iron Mask's expression became a bit strange. His intuition told him that something was wrong.
The Yang Spiritual Bead shone brightly, but the Vermilion Bird Bow's light became dimmer and dimmer. The Vermilion Bird's breath on Ling Yunhe and Master Daoist Yuanmu also became lesser and lesser. All of this Vermilion Bird's breath rushed towards Qin Xi!
After a long time — maybe a quarter of an hour, maybe even shorter — the flames on the Vermilion Bird Bow finally swayed, dimmed, and finally disappeared.
Without the Vermilion Bird's breath, it only looked like a simple and exquisite weapon.
The Vermilion Bird's breath on Ling Yunhe and Master Daoist Yuanmu also completely disappeared. Without the support of the Vermilion Bird's divine power, the two of them suddenly collapsed to the ground.
Master Daoist Iron Mask was stunned for a moment. He then rushed forward to check Ling Yunhe and Master Daoist Yuanmu's situation.
After checking their pulse, Master Daoist Iron Mask was dumbfounded. After a while, he sat paralyzed on the ground.
Their meridians and dantians were forcibly rushed by the Vermilion Bird's breath. Although their meridians weren't broken, they were more or less damaged.
Ling Yunhe was in a slightly better condition. He cultivated the Ice and Fire Arts, so the fire spiritual aura in it was compatible with the Vermilion Bird's breath. It was just that his meridians were forcibly widened and were slightly damaged. Master Daoist Yuanmu, on the other hand, had his meridians broken and he almost had no spiritual aura left!
This Vermilion Bird Bow was, after all, an Ancient Spirit-Seeking magic weapon. Even though Master Daoist Yuanmu was already a great cultivator in the late Nascent Soul stage, he still couldn't bear such a powerful Vermilion Bird's divine power.
What made Master Daoist Iron Mask so pale was actually the Vermilion Bird Bow on the offering table.
Without the Vermilion Bird's breath, it would also lose the Vermilion Bird's divine power. Would it still be a Spirit-Connecting magic weapon?
Besides, Ling Yunhe had already fainted, but the Vermilion Bird Bow was still sitting on the offering table. No matter how he looked at it, it didn't look like the Vermilion Bird Bow had already been subdued.
He couldn't help but think: could it be that the ancestor's dying wish and the efforts of Jiuyan Sect's hundred thousand years and more than a hundred generations were simply an illusion?
Was their guess wrong, or was Ling Yunhe's cultivation level not high enough?
The flames on Qin Xi's body also slowly dimmed. When the last flame disappeared, the Vermilion Bird Bow on the offering table swayed a bit then flew towards him. Along with the flames, it entered his body.
Because the Yang Spiritual Bead absorbed the Vermilion Bird's breath, its color was no longer pure white but light red.
After it completely swallowed the Vermilion Bird's breath, the Yang Spiritual Bead flashed for a moment before its light also slowly dimmed and eventually disappeared.
As for Qin Xi — he fell head first.
"Senior Martial Brother!" Mo Tiange shouted.
Seeing that there was no more danger, Jing Xingzhi withdrew his sword intent and let go of her.
She rushed forward, knelt down, and helped Qin Xi up.
Qin Xi's eyes were closed, his teeth were tightly clenched, and his complexion was deathly pale.
Mo Tiange's heart was beating fiercely. She reached out to feel his pulse and found that there was still spiritual breath flowing. Only then did she heave a sigh of relief, feeling a little vitality in her empty heart.
He's alive, at least he's still alive …
Jing Xingzhi walked over and also felt Qin Xi's pulse, but the wrinkle on his brows became tighter and tighter.
"What's wrong?" Mo Tiange asked nervously.
Due to the gap in their cultivation levels, she couldn't use her spiritual aura to investigate the specific situation inside Qin Xi's body. She only knew that there was spiritual aura in his meridians.
After a long time, Jing Xingzhi finally let go of Qin Xi's pulse and said, "It's very bad. The spiritual aura inside his body is almost empty, his sea of knowledge is closed, and his dantian is damaged …" He glanced at Mo Tiange, deliberated over his words then said carefully, "Although he didn't die this time, I don't know if he can hold on in this kind of situation."
"…" Mo Tiange was stunned for a while.
She had also encountered this kind of situation before when her sea of knowledge was closed.
The sea of knowledge was where one's thoughts resided. Once the sea of knowledge was closed, a person was equivalent to a living dead without consciousness.
What was worse was that the spiritual aura inside his body was almost empty, and his dantian was damaged.
Without consciousness, cultivators couldn't cultivate, and without cultivating, they couldn't absorb spiritual aura to heal their injuries. If they couldn't heal their injuries, their dantian's injuries would worsen step by step. At that time, their bodies would slowly collapse, and they would die unconsciously … Even if they survived, their cultivation levels would drop a lot when they woke up one day.
Fortunately, Qin Xi was already a Nascent Soul cultivator. His body was reconstructed when he formed his Nascent Soul, and he also practiced Body-Refining Techniques. As long as his dantian was protected, his body shouldn't shrink.
But even so, it was unknown when he would open his sea of knowledge and wake up. Maybe one or two days, maybe one or two years, or even ten or a hundred years …
This was the reason why Jing Xingzhi found it hard to say.
In the main hall, the three living people and the three half-dead people all fell into silence.
After a while, Jing Xingzhi suddenly raised his head vigilantly. "We can't delay any longer. Let's get out!"
The devil aura outside had almost completely dissipated. In other words, if Master Daoist Yuanmu's guess was correct, the Primordial Devil Aura had already been absorbed.
If the person who absorbed the Primordial Devil Aura needed time to fuse with it, that would still be a good thing. But if he came to the main hall immediately …
Master Daoist Iron Mask seemed to be roused. He looked at the unconscious Ling Yunhe and Master Daoist Yuanmu and stared at them with a heavy gaze.
Jing Xingzhi immediately sensed it. With a shake of his arm, the flying sword hovered in the air.
But Master Daoist Iron Mask didn't make a move. After a moment of silence, he pulled Ling Yunhe and Master Daoist Yuanmu up without saying a word and flew away without looking back.
Seeing this, Jing Xingzhi's tense nerves relaxed.
There was a huge gap between his and Master Daoist Iron Mask's cultivation levels. If they fought, it would be really bad.
But if he ignored these two people and fled on his own, he would feel bad …
He lowered his head to look at the unconscious Qin Xi and the heavy-looking Mo Tiange. All of a sudden, he really wanted to slap himself.
He, Jing Xingzhi, had lived for nearly three hundred years and had always been decisive and ruthless. He never hesitated when he had to be ruthless.
In the current situation, if he was ruthless enough, he should've seized the opportunity to snatch them away. Even if he couldn't snatch them away, he should've run far away to avoid trouble. But why couldn't he move now?