Age of Heroes, ten consecutive guarantees.

Chapter 906: Going to the underworld together, as always (6K4)

A winding path leads to a secluded and lonely courtyard.

Clouds cover the sun, and the saints are everywhere.

Everyone was staring at Huang Qiyun, who was still bent over with laughter even though she was imprisoned, and they couldn't help but feel a little admiration and solemnity in their hearts.

If they were in this situation, it would be their limit to remain calm. Their minds would be filled with thoughts of how to leave and they would struggle desperately to survive. However, Huang Qiyun responded with all his strength. His mentality was not affected at all. Instead, he seemed to have let go.

Shan Kui stood up, his two-meter-tall body taller than the rockery beside him. He pressed his bare hands on the rock, leaving five finger marks on the rockery. “You are quite courageous and bold. Are you guys still not going to make a move?”

"The longer the night, the more dreams you may have. We must act when it is time to act." Wen Shushan also said this, but his eyes glanced at the other people.

Sword Saint Ziyun grasped the hilt of the sword and nodded slightly, but did not take action immediately.

At this time, they were not being humble to each other, but waiting for an opportunity.

Although they are outnumbered, the martial arts masters present rarely participate in this level of encirclement and suppression, and they do not know the strength of Huang Qiyun. It would not be appropriate for them to rush in all at once. If they want to take advantage of opportunities and cooperate with each other, they need tacit understanding, so someone is needed to take the lead.

Although the rotation method is the most stable method, it is also the most time-consuming.

After much thought, no one stepped forward to take the initiative to kick off.

Huang Qiyun smiled: "Are you all so humble?"

He raised his wrist and plucked a burning flaming lotus from the gorgeous clothes.

"Then let me... invite you all to enjoy it together!"

She suddenly crushed the flame in her hand and scattered it around, while spinning and dancing, it was as if she was scattering flower petals in all directions. Her movements were as soft and beautiful as a ballerina, without the slightest murderous intent. However, the first reaction of the many martial arts masters surrounding her was not to rush forward but to retreat, instantly opening the encirclement.

The moment Changsun Ziyun stepped back to distance herself, her movements paused slightly. She looked down and saw a skeletal hand had appeared on the ground and grabbed her ankle, fixing her in place.

There seemed to be a butterfly flapping its wings in front of her, flying out of the fire. The bright red wings of the butterfly were clearly the fluttering sleeves of Huang Qiyun. She raised her palm and pressed lightly, and Ziyun Sword Saint raised his sword to intercept. The sword body was pressed down by three inches, and the sword energy covering the sword body was also covered with tiny cracks.

Changsun Ziyun's side was about to collapse, but the encirclement formed by these four people was not so easy to break through.

Clank, clank——!
The sound of the iron lock was heavy and dull, and with the sound of metal friction, the thorny chain brushed past Huang Qiyun's shoulder.

She was very sure that she had not been touched, but when she looked down, she found that her wrists had been wrapped with iron chains, and the flames that had originally condensed on her arms and sleeves suddenly dissipated.

She immediately grabbed the chain with one hand and pulled it towards herself, standing still trying to steady herself. She saw the Fire Butterfly change direction and rush towards her, so she raised her hand to recall the chain, and the weapon drew a returning curve in the air.

I thought this move would be enough to force Huang Qiyun, but unexpectedly she raised the corners of her lips and smiled, and then her clothes fluttered, and the chain ball passed through the corner of her clothes, passed around her slender waist that could be held in one hand, and flew straight towards the direction of Ziyun Sword Saint.

Changsun Ziyun wanted to chase after it but saw the chain ball coming towards him, so he could only swing out his sword to intercept it. The two canonization moves collided with each other, and a gust of wind pressure burst out in the garden courtyard, but surprisingly, the place here was not destroyed, only the blue bricks were slightly cracked.

The energy fluctuations generated by the collision of moves also interfered with her vision. Huang Qiyun tapped the air with her toes, trying to increase the distance and fly out of the garden, but she increased her height by 20 to 30 meters and still could not see beyond the surrounding walls.

At the same time, a cage came down from the sky. This cage seemed to be made of ink, full of the style of ink painting, and the air was filled with the fragrance of ink.

Wenshushan had an extra brush in his hand at some point, and he wrote the word "牢" in the air.

The calligraphy saint draws characters as a prison.

"There is no escape from the dragnet."

"is it?"

Huang Qiyun grabbed the edge of the inky black cage with one hand and slammed his head into it. His body was burning with green flames. Hundreds of thousands of eerie white bones multiplied wildly from the cage. After just three seconds, they instantly filled the field of vision. The next moment, they broke out of the cage.

The bloodstained bones crawled on the burning ground, like evil ghosts crawling out of hell, exuding an aura that was incompatible with the world of the living.

"little tricks!"

The burly Shan Kui crashed directly into the bones, which looked like a bowling ball hitting a glass bottle. The crushing mass crushed countless bones along the way.

But when Shankui broke through the group of bones, he found that only a piece of Huang Qiyun's sleeve was left, and his body was missing.

"Where is it?" Shankui looked around and stomped on the ground hard. The circular-shaped air wave suppressed all the bones around it and broke them apart.

Everyone became alert and searched for Huang Qiyun's whereabouts. This garden was the only place where someone could hide, so she obviously couldn't have gone far.

The chief hunter dropped the spiked ball in his hand. Suddenly, it moved strangely and shot out like a poisonous snake that found its prey, aiming at Wenshushan.

Wen Shushan also realized the coming danger, so he picked up his pen and started writing in one go.

--Certainly!

Although the word "freeze" cannot be as magical as the immobilization technique, it is enough to stop the opponent's movements for one second.

Behind him was Huang Qiyun who broke out of the ground and slapped the Saint of Calligraphy on the back, restricting his movements and stagnating for a second. Although he broke through the Saint of Calligraphy's defensive holy domain, he was also hit by a move from the chief hunter who had come to search for him actively.

Wen Shushan was hit on the back and spurted out a mouthful of blood. He immediately crashed into the fake stone hill, looking very miserable.

Huang Qiyun was thrown sideways, then forced himself to lift himself up again in the air, avoiding Shankui's grabbing action and landing on the ground in a crawling position.

As she landed, a glass bottle slipped out of her pocket and she drank the bright red potion in big gulps. Immediately, the bowl-sized wound on her waist that was bleeding profusely and her damaged internal organs began to recover at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Huh..." Huang Qiyun let out a breath slowly.

In exchange for an injury, she lost a calligraphy master. Wen Shushan would definitely not fight her to the death. After being injured to this extent, he had no way to stop her.

After successfully getting rid of Wenshushan, Huang Qiyun used the same trick again and looked for an opportunity to take off into the sky.

But when she reached a height of 100 feet, she found that the height of the surrounding walls did not change at all, and the speed seemed to be getting slower and slower.

Sword Saint Ziyun chased after her with his sword and knocked her down into the garden again.

"There is something strange here. What on earth did you do?" Huang Qiyun asked in a low voice.

"You can't get out, so don't waste your energy." The captain said calmly.

A 'Sumeru Formation' has been set up here in advance. Its function is quite simple, which is to expand the space and enlarge the garden-sized venue to many times its original size to facilitate the canonization battle and prevent the aftermath from spreading to the entire city.

At the same time, the people inside will be restricted within the range of the formation. The closer to the border, the space will expand exponentially, and eventually it will increase exponentially, and they will never reach the edge.

But it is only effective from the inside. Once it is breached from the outside, it will quickly collapse like glass with broken corners.

If they must crack it from the inside, they must get the array disk, and this array disk is the fan held in the second prince's hand.

Huang Qiyun looked around and let out a breath.

She knew that she would have to use some of her best tricks today.

Originally I wanted to stay and wait for Huang Yanxia...

She slowly put her fingertips together, and the countless bones scattered in the venue gathered and piled up towards the center, quickly forming a hill more than ten meters high. Flames gushed out in all directions, forming a city wall. The scene was very strange.

Even the martial masters did not dare to approach rashly. After all, their defense was not very good and they did not have the protection of the sanctuary.

When Purple Cloud Sword Saint slashes out with his sword, it will be automatically blocked by this hill of bones.

No one knew what Huang Qiyun was going to do at this moment, except herself.

The second prince shouted, "Everyone, hurry up and do it! Don't hold back now!"

The remaining three intact people looked at each other and nodded.

They each displayed their unique skills and attacked wildly at the hill of bones.

The two semi-saint puppets also took action directly.

Xu Ergou, hiding in the dark, grabbed the bowstring.

In the center of the hill of bones, Huang Qiyun was bent over with his hands around his knees. He was experiencing some huge changes, and bright red lines were spreading and climbing up along his snow-white skin.

Directly above the courtyard, clouds gathered and the wind howled, as if foreshadowing that some great terror was brewing.

……

City Lord's Mansion.

inside the room.

Huang Yanxia could sense that two major events were happening in Gelu City. They were saint-level confrontations, and the noise was so loud that it could not be concealed.

"Who is doing it?"

She asked, "Or two full places."

"It has nothing to do with you, and it has nothing to do with me."

Shen Xiruo poured a glass of water and handed it over: "Let's drink water, chat, play chess... It's all possible."

Huang Yanxia was very perceptive: "The people you are besieging are Huang Qiyun and Mr. Bai, right?"

Shen Xiruo shook her head: "No."

"You're still lying to me!"

"I didn't participate in it. They were the ones who were besieging me. It had nothing to do with me." Shen Xiruo held up her cheek and said, "I'm just watching you here. I can't let you leave this room."

"What if I must go!" Huang Yanxia held the sword and stared into Shen Xiruo's eyes.

Wu Xian's third disciple's eyes were solemn at first, then turned into a teasing look. She said lazily and casually: "...Then go ahead. I won't fight with you. There's no benefit in winning, and it's even more embarrassing to lose."

Huang Yanxia walked out the door without saying a word.

"But..." Shen Xiruo stopped her: "Even if you go, what's the use?"

"Which side are you going to help? Which side are you going to help first? How are you going to do it?"

"Do you want to help others to encircle and suppress Huang Qiyun, or help Huang Qiyun leave?"

"Do you want to join forces with Mr. Bai to deal with my master, or do you want to join forces with my master to deal with Mr. Bai?"

"Before you leave here, I suggest you think carefully about all the above issues. Think clearly before you go out... Otherwise, if you go to the scene, you will only add to your troubles and you won't even have the chance to draw your sword."

Huang Yanxia stood in front of the threshold, the sunlight divided the inside and outside of the room. She held the sword, caught in a dilemma, not knowing what to do.

After a moment, she still galloped away.

Shen Xiruo slapped her thigh behind her and hurriedly followed: "Stop right there!"

Huang Yanxia turned around and said, "Don't you care?"

"I was just talking, why did you take it so seriously?"

Huang Yanxia was flying on a sword, and her speed was obviously faster than Shen Xiruo.

Also arrived at the destination earlier.

She didn't know which side she could see Huang Qiyun, so she could only choose one side in advance.

Just then, the aura on one side had almost stabilized, and it seemed that the outcome of this battle had already come out.

When Huang Yanxia landed, she looked around and soon saw a familiar figure standing in the smoke. He stood with his hands behind his back, his back to the two of them, as if he was thinking about something.

"Master." Shen Xiruo was a step late and took the initiative to call out after seeing him.

"Greetings, Wuxian." Huang Yanxia clasped her fists and asked, "Excuse me, are you the only one here?"

Wuxian King Fuyue said calmly: "You are a little late. He has already left."

Shen Xiruo looked at the old man with some surprise.

How could the other party escape from his master? Does the Bai guy have such strength?

But the master seemed to be fine, why didn't he catch up?
"Escape is only temporary." Wang Fuyue said, "They may not be able to get out of Gelu City."

Shen Xiruo asked curiously: "Why didn't the master stop him?"

Wu Xian said nothing, but just lowered his head and glanced at his left sleeve.

The two women were shocked.

Because below Wang Fuyue's left shoulder, there was only a piece of sleeve left, nothing else.

The most powerful martial artist in the contemporary martial arts world actually has a broken hand!

"Master!" Shen Xiruo hurried over: "You..."

"What's a mere arm worth?" Wang Fuyue turned around, his face not showing any regret or anger, but rather a bit of joy: "It's been a long time since I had such a satisfying fight with someone, exchanging an arm is worth it."

Then, he said with some regret: "It's a pity that this kid was in a hurry to leave to save people, so he acted hastily, recklessly exchanging injuries for injuries, in order to stop me from chasing... He must not have used his full strength, and he still has to leave some energy to save people."

"What a pity. We came here with great enthusiasm, but we couldn't leave with great satisfaction."

A gust of wind blew by, making Wu Xian's sleeves rustle.

After a long while, Shen Xiruo asked: "Then, what's next..."

“Never mind.” Wang Fuyue said calmly, “I have already lost an arm, and I don’t want to lose my head for this matter. I will go back to the City Lord’s Mansion to rest... Sword Master, please do as you please. Whatever you choose is up to you.”

After saying this, the old man flew away.

Shen Xiruo looked around and found a broken arm among the traces left by the battle.

The arm was picked up by Huang Yanxia who was standing nearby: "Maybe we can catch up now and catch it in time."

"Are you really going to go over there?" Shen Xiruo shrank back a little, "I'm really afraid that he will kill us two at will."

"I had a reason to go."

Huang Yanxia left without saying anything more and flew after him on her sword.

As they just took off, there was suddenly a violent spatial rhythm all around them. The two fell back to the ground and looked at each other.

"Strange phenomena in the sky and earth, are they fighting desperately over there?"

……

At this time in the deep courtyard.

Light and shadow interweave on the hill of bones.

As Huang Qiyun opened his eyes, violent flames burst out from the mountain, like a volcanic eruption. Fiery streams of light, red, blue, white, and black flames flowed freely and surrounded him.

On the top of the snowy hill of bones, Huang Qiyun's long hair had turned blood red, blood-colored lines covered her icy skin and bones, and even her pitch-black eyes had turned bright red.

She opened her arms as if embracing the sky, her sleeves fluttering violently in the wind, and her whole body exuded a strange light that made people dare not look directly at it.

On the top of the White Bone Mountain, she was alone, twisting her body, swaying her graceful figure, and dancing.

Then the entire manor began to burn, and one eerie white skeleton after another crawled out from the ground.

Inside the Sumeru Formation, the compressed sky began to glow with red-orange flames. The vast heavenly fire ignited every corner of the garden, as well as the unreachable sky and earth.

If this happened in Gelu City, perhaps the entire city would instantly turn into a scorching hell, and countless people would be vaporized by the flames in an instant.

Huang Qiyun opened his mouth and uttered a high-pitched chant towards the sky... It was a beautiful chanting voice, but it brought a fatal impact.

The entire Sumeru Formation was shaking violently. Ripples appeared in the space like waves that kept piling up. Countless white bones on the ground opened their mouths towards the sky and made some unknown sound, as if they were celebrating or wailing.

In the midst of the burning rain of fire, the canonized saints were supporting it with their own magical powers.

If their understanding was a little deeper, they would know that at this moment they had been completely pulled into the domain belonging to Huang Qiyun. It was dangerous to pull other saints into the holy domain, but the methods used by Huang Qiyun were completely different from the external manifestations of seeking the truth and being canonized, because her holy domain seemed to have no so-called boundaries at all.

Generally speaking, the sanctuary is an outer shell, and inside is a small world that belongs exclusively to the canonized person.

Canonization that has reached the realm of manifestation can temporarily expand the sanctuary to cover the real world, but the sanctuary will never disappear.

But Huang Qiyun doesn't seem to have this kind of situation at all... She doesn't have a holy domain at all, but she can easily manifest her own 'Tao'.

The result is the scene before our eyes.

Everything was consumed in flames.

Only Huang Qiyun stood on the top of the Mountain of Bones, spinning and dancing, enjoying himself alone in the destruction that he had created with his own hands.

"This is simply crazy..." For the first time, the chief detective felt his scalp tingling and his heart palpitations.

"This move of hers won't last long." Purple Cloud Sword Saint said, "Wait until she runs out of energy!"

“I’m afraid I can’t hold on that long.” Shankui looked down at his body and could feel his flesh and blood being refined and dissolved in the fire. His life, realm, cultivation, and even his soul were gradually turned into nothingness in the fire.

Huang Qiyun on the top of the White Bone Mountain let out an enchanting and charming laugh.

"This is the Devil's Dance that will burn the world to ashes."

“Once I start, I can’t stop it, not even myself.”

"I will continue to dance until I can't dance anymore. Please enjoy watching me."

"This witch!" The chief of the police said angrily, "We can't wait any longer. We must fight her to the death while we still have some strength left!"

"Ah……"

Huang Qiyun leaped lightly, and then the fire of destruction that burned the world spread again, causing ripples.

Feng Sheng, who had just tried to show his face, was forced to lower his head and return to his original position.

The second prince was protected by two semi-saint puppets, but one of them had been burned to charcoal in the flames and was beginning to malfunction.

His face changed drastically, and he asked for help again and again: "Everyone, hurry up!"

The prince can't hold on any longer.

The chief hunter naturally couldn't wait, so he threw out his chain hammer, wrapped it around the half-saint puppet that was about to be damaged, and smashed it towards the top of the bone mountain, then rushed upwards: "I'll lead the way!"

Shan Kui and Ziyun Sword Saint acted at the same time. Even the seriously injured Calligraphy Saint struggled to raise his brush and wrote the word "destroy".

At the moment when this group of people took action, Huang Qiyun's Heavenly Demon Dance paused slightly, and then continued dancing, completely ignoring them.

As she said, once you start, you won't stop until you are exhausted.

So as her trump card, she had intended to use it to die together with Huang Yanxia.

But I didn't expect it to be released here.

Once she releases the Demonic Dance, she won't be able to leave.

The original goal was to break through, but now we have to compete with the opponent to see who can survive longer. This is undoubtedly putting the cart before the horse.

But she had no better solution. The best way to deal with the siege was to kill all the enemies.

Even if she died, she would hold on to her last breath and burn everyone here to ashes.

On the top of the White Bone Mountain, several people were attacking continuously and frantically, trying to block Huang Qiyun's Demonic Dance, but every attack could not make her stop. Every time they got close, they would be swept away and repelled by the whistling waves of fire.

But Huang Qiyun was not uninjured either. The sword energy broke through the curtain of flames and slashed on her shoulder, tearing a wound. Blood splattered on the bones, and then the fire burned even more vigorously.

Under the reckless attack of the three men, she had no idea how many more moves she could hold out.

……

"She's dying!"

"Work harder!"

"It has come to this, what are you still hiding!"

"Xu Er! Release the arrows!"

……

The chaotic shouting was very loud.

Huang Qiyun staggered, and he could no longer tell whether what was redder was the flame or the blood.

The movements of Tianmoye Dance had become deformed, and the huge damage made it almost impossible for her to stand up.

Her vision became hazy, and for a moment it seemed as if countless memories of the past flashed before her eyes.

Like a movie played on fast forward.

She recalled the time when she and her sister depended on each other for survival, the days when she practiced hard on the Phoenix Terrace, the carefree running in the mountains, the first time she ate candied haws, the pain, helplessness and despair of being pierced through the heart by a sword, and the loneliness of drifting alone in the world of martial arts...

why?
Why do I have to endure such pain again?

What did I do wrong that I am not even allowed to live?
I clearly did nothing wrong, but why can't I be given even a tiny bit of happiness?

It's not my fault. It can't be me.

But it’s this damn world that can’t accommodate me!
The pain and blood gradually overwhelmed my vision.

His eyes turned red.

Countless strong murderous intentions surged madly.

At this moment, countless evil thoughts surged.

Huang Qiyun could no longer accommodate any other thoughts.

At this moment, she just wanted to burn the world and let everything be buried with her.

A voice whispered - this is your essence, accept it, accept this fate, and then use your fire, your blood, your hatred, your hatred, and your existence to purify the world!
Said it right.

Huang Qiyun stretched out his hand, wanting to obey the voice and embrace this fate.

But at this moment...

A beam of white light pierced through the eyes surrounded by blood.

Huang Qiyun blinked and saw a familiar face.

The young man hugged her closely, stroked her cheek, and dispelled her anxiety.

"Sorry, I'm late."

The woman stared blankly at the face so close to her, and suddenly realized that she was not completely without anything... In the deepest part of that memory, there should have been the warmth of his hand holding hers, just like at this moment...

Even if you fall into hell, there is still someone willing to hold your hand.

Let us go to hell together.

as always.

(End of this chapter)