Awakening the Eternal Heaven-Swallowing Art

"What's happening here?"

Tian Wuhen frowned. He felt that the situation here was far more serious than imagined.

Ling Yun frowned and tried to use his own rules to perceive.

Suddenly, a sharp light flashed in his eyes: "There is an illusion here, which is very profound. I can feel that the true appearance of this village is hidden."

Tian Wuhen clenched the staff in his hand: "Then what should we do now?"

Ling Yun took a slow breath: "First find out the mastermind behind this, unravel the illusion here, and rescue these villagers."

The two of them continued to go deeper, their hearts on guard.

They walked down the street trying to find any possible clues.

Suddenly, Ling Yun's eyes focused on the center of the village, where there was an ancient ancestral hall. The plaque hanging above the ancestral hall seemed to be shining with some strange light.

"There!" Ling Yun whispered.

Tian Wuhen nodded, and the two of them walked towards the ancestral hall. Every step seemed like stepping on a thin layer of ice, surrounded by dangers.

In front of the ancestral hall, a thick black fog hovered like the wings of a devil, and the black light seemed to be able to swallow everything.

When Ling Yun and Tian Wuhen approached, they felt a strong sense of oppression. It seemed that every element was screaming, telling them that there were endless crises ahead.

"It seems that this is the defense line of the ancestral hall."

Tian Wuhen whispered, with a fierce look in his eyes.

The staff in his hand, the Law of the Earth, began to rotate and became one with his body.

Ling Yun nodded, took a deep breath, and tried to use the law of wind to dispel the black fog.

But the black mist seemed to have a will. Not only was it not blown away, but it rushed toward them like a living creature.

"careful!"

Ling Yun shouted urgently, and all the wind magical powers in his body exploded, trying to smash the black mist into pieces.

Tian Wuhen did not show weakness, the laws of the earth were operating to the extreme, the soil underground began to shake violently, and countless stone thorns emerged from the ground, violently colliding with the black mist.

Rumbling explosions continued to sound as Ling Yun and Tian Wuhen formed a circle and fought back to back.

Every attack they made carried powerful magical power, but the black mist seemed endless and always followed them.

"What is this? Why is it so difficult!"

Tian Wuhen gritted his teeth. Every time his ground thorn hit the black mist, the black mist turned into a ball of black water, but it would quickly condense again.

"This is a variant of some kind of illusion. We must find the source and destroy it!"

Ling Yun said coldly, and the wind swords danced around him one after another, like dancers of the wind, smashing the black mist one after another.

Just as the two were fighting with the black mist, a sneer came from the depths of the ancestral hall: "Two ants also want to break my formation?"

Following this sound, the black mist seemed to become more violent, and black tentacles stretched out from it, instantly entangling Tian Wuhen, trying to drag him into the black mist.

"Brother Tian!"

Ling Yun shouted loudly, and the law of wind reached its extreme in his body, turning into a huge whirlwind, trying to free Tian Wuhen from the shackles of the black mist.

Tian Wuhen's eyes flashed with enthusiasm, he bit the tip of his tongue, and a drop of blood fell on the ground.

The law of the earth merged with his blood, instantly forming a huge bloody formation that forcibly resisted those tentacles.

The two fought fiercely with this unknown force in the black mist. Sometimes Ling Yun cut off the tentacles to rescue Tian Wuhen, and sometimes Tian Wuhen used the power of the earth to prop up the defense and resist the black mist's attack.

The two of them were entangled in the black mist for a long time, and it seemed that they could hardly move a step.

Ling Yun was anxious. Although the law of wind could cut through the black fog, it seemed difficult to break through the sea of ​​fog.

Tian Wuhen used the laws of the earth to sense his surroundings, and suddenly his eyes lit up: "Ling Yun, do you feel it? There seems to be some kind of pattern here."

Ling Yun worked hard to operate the law of wind and sensed carefully: "There seems to be some fixed flow route in this black mist, like a maze."

Tian Wuhen nodded heavily: "That's right. We can find the weaknesses of this black fog based on these flow routes."

The two quickly reached a consensus and worked closely together.

Tian Wuhen uses the law of earth to sense the flow of the black mist, while Ling Yun uses the law of wind to clear the road ahead. The two of them complement each other like needlepoint and cotton.

"here!"

Tian Wuhen suddenly stopped. He felt that there was a place in front of him. The flow of black mist was obviously much slower. It seemed to be the weakness of this black mist.

Without thinking, Ling Yun gathered all the power of the wind and instantly turned it into a huge whirlwind blade, slashing towards the weak point with the force of breaking through the air.

With a loud explosion, a huge hole was torn open in the black mist by Ling Yun's wind blade.

The sun shone through the crack, reflecting the tired but determined faces of the two men.

"Quickly go!" Ling Yun pulled Tian Wuhen and rushed towards the opening.

And the black mist seemed to be aware of the crisis and rushed toward them crazily, trying to prevent them from leaving.

"Block it!"

Tian Wuhen gritted his teeth, and all the divine power in his body surged out instantly, combining with Ling Yun's wind divine power to form a huge wall of divine power, blocking them from the black mist.

The two finally broke out of the black fog, and an angry roar came from behind. The black fog seemed to completely burst, turning into countless black water droplets and dispersing in the air.

The ancient buildings of the ancestral hall looked even more desolate in the setting sun.

Two magnificent wooden temples appear very isolated among the ruins.

It was surrounded by a black fog. Although the sun was about to set, the black fog seemed to hide countless secrets, which made people feel deeply uneasy.

Lingyun and Tian Wuhen hid behind a ruin outside the ancestral hall, and occasionally poked their heads out to observe.

The little fox curled up in Lingyun's arms. Although it was an ice beast, it still seemed a little nervous in the face of such a situation.

"Something must be happening under this black fog."

Lingyun whispered to Tian Wuhen with a serious expression.

Tian Wuhen nodded, his eyes heavy: "I can feel the powerful divine power hidden in the black fog. They seem to be waiting for something."

The night was getting darker, and the surroundings were so quiet that only the "ding-dong" sound of the breeze blowing over the ancient stone tablet could be heard.

There seemed to be no other life outside the ancestral hall except the three of them.

The clock gradually pointed to the middle of the night. Lingyun's eyes suddenly lit up. Looking in the direction of the ancestral hall, he saw that the black fog that was originally still began to surge, like boiling hot water, rolling continuously.

Then, several people in black robes walked out of the black fog, their faces covered with veils, revealing only their eyes.

They surrounded the ancestral hall, and seemed to be performing some kind of sacrifice.

"What is that?" Tian Wuhen asked nervously.

Lingyun took a look and took a deep breath: "That is an ancient magic sacrifice. I have seen descriptions in ancient books. They seem to be summoning something."

Tian Wuhen frowned: "We can't let them succeed."

Lingyun shook his head: "We are not their opponents now, we can only find an opportunity first."

At this moment, the little fox suddenly looked up, its eyes turned red, and its body trembled slightly, as if it sensed something.

Tian Wuhen looked at the little fox: "Do you feel it?"

The little fox nodded, and then pointed to a certain direction of the ancestral hall with its tail.

Lingyun's eyes flashed with a gleam of light: "There!"

He looked in the direction pointed by the little fox, and saw an ancient well there, and a stone tablet beside the well, with several ancient characters engraved on the tablet.

"That is..." Tian Wuhen showed a surprised expression.

Ling Yun clenched his fists: "It's the source of magic! As long as we destroy it, their sacrifice will fail."

Outside the ancestral hall, the black fog became thicker and thicker, as if it was going to swallow up the whole world.

Xueying, the name Ling Yun and Tian Wuhen gave to the little fox, its fur seemed to be even whiter under this oppressive feeling.

Its red eyes were like two bright stars, staring at the core of the black fog.

Ling Yun and Tian Wuhen lowered their bodies and hid in the grass outside the ancestral hall. They could clearly feel that the powerful magic energy was rapidly condensing.

"This kind of sacrifice can only start at midnight."

Tian Wuhen whispered: "We must destroy it before then."

Ling Yun nodded, he held the long sword beside him, felt the chill coming from the sword body, and decided on the plan: "Xueying, you divert their attention, Tian Wuhen and I will destroy the sacrifice."

Xueying howled, seeming a little dissatisfied.

But under Ling Yun's burning gaze, it finally nodded.

As the time gradually approached midnight, the air around seemed to freeze.

Suddenly, Xueying rushed out from the bushes, exuding a strong icy breath, and rushed towards the ancestral hall.

Those people in black robes were immediately attracted by Xueying, and they roared and set off a storm of magic.

Xueying dodged cleverly, counterattacked from time to time, and released the power of frost.

Taking advantage of the opportunity when they were attracted by Xueying, Lingyun and Tian Wuhen quickly moved to the well.

Tian Wuhen put his hands together and chanted a spell, while Lingyun guarded by his side to ensure that he would not be disturbed.

"Break!" Tian Wuhen shouted and pushed his hands towards the well.

A powerful divine power surged towards the well, trying to break the magical protection of the sacrifice.

Lingyun did not dare to be distracted. He held a sword and guarded Tian Wuhen, ready to fight at any time.

At this moment, several people in black robes discovered their actions, gave up Xueying, and rushed towards Lingyun and Tian Wuhen.

"Tian Wuhen, speed up!" Lingyun shouted.

Tian Wuhen gritted his teeth, and began to chant quickly with both hands, with divine power surging.

Lingyun waved his long sword and started a fierce battle with several black-robed men.

The sword and magic collided, making a harsh sound.

"You can't stop me!"

Lingyun's eyes flashed with murderous intent. He mobilized the divine power in his body, merged with the sword, and instantly killed two black-robed men.

Tian Wuhen was not to be outdone. He completed his last spell and sent a powerful beam of light towards the blowout.

With a "bang", the black fog was instantly torn apart by the beam of light, and the entire sacrifice was interrupted.

When the magic of the sacrifice was interrupted, the eyes of those black-robed men instantly reflected a blood-red light, as if the demons that had been sealed for thousands of years were released.

There was a black evil spirit surging around their bodies, which was completely different from before, as if they had awakened some more terrifying power.

"Tian Wuhen, be careful!"

Lingyun grabbed Tian Wuhen fiercely, and at the same time released a barrier to block the attack of the three black-robed men who rushed in front.

But the barrier was soon torn apart. The demonic power was not what Ling Yun had known before.

Tian Wuhen was not to be outdone. He made a gesture with both hands, mobilized the spiritual energy between heaven and earth, and instantly formed a huge wind blade, which swept out and cut the five black-robed men in front of him into two.

Blood and evil spirits mixed in the air, forming a red and black mist.

The Snow Shadow was not willing to lag behind. It swung its tail, and each swing took the life of a black-robed man, and the cold corpse immediately solidified on the ground.

However, as time went on, the number of black-robed men seemed to increase. They seemed tireless and attacked Ling Yun and Tian Wuhen again and again.

Ling Yun's swordsmanship became more and more fierce, but scars continued to be left on his body.

Tian Wuhen's spells were also gradually consumed, and each spell required a huge price.

"Ling Yun, we can't go on like this, there are too many of these guys!"

Tian Wuhen shouted anxiously, and every time his spell killed one, ten stood up.

Ling Yun's eyes flashed with determination, and he gritted his teeth and said: "Tian Wuhen, I will hold them back, you go find the core of the sacrifice, only by destroying it, these guys will stop completely."

Tian Wuhen's eyes were full of worry: "But you alone..."

"Believe me."

Ling Yun interrupted him, and instantly burst out with powerful divine power, forming a huge vortex, sucking in all the black-robed people around him.

Tian Wuhen took a deep breath and turned to rush into the depths of the ancestral hall. Only by finding the core of the sacrifice can all this be completely broken.

Lingyun was dealing with those black-robed men, and every attack was a sure-kill move.

He had more and more wounds on his body, but the light in his eyes was getting brighter and brighter.

The sword in his hand seemed to have integrated all his anger and determination, and every slash was accompanied by a thunderous sound.

Just as Tian Wuhen found the core of the sacrifice and was about to destroy it, Lingyun's voice came over: "Tian Wuhen, hurry!"

Tian Wuhen gritted his teeth, put his hands together, and then a powerful spell gushed out of her hands, directly hitting the core of the sacrifice.

A huge explosion resounded through the sky, and the entire ancestral hall seemed to be shaking.

The moment the core of the sacrifice was broken, the black-robed man seemed to have lost his dominant soul. The familiar malice and evil spirit on them gradually turned into a thick black fog, gathering in the air like a huge undercurrent, heading straight to the outskirts of the village.

"Where is the black fog going?" Tian Wuhen frowned, she could feel the strong malice still contained in the black fog.

Lingyun's eyes were condensed with the flame of determination. He stood up and was determined to track: "We must catch up and see their true purpose clearly."

Xueying growled softly, as if she also expressed her determination.

The three of them spread their wings and flew high at almost the same time, chasing in the direction of the black fog.

Tian Wuhen pinched his fingers to summon the wind, and his speed increased a little faster than usual;

Lingyun's divine power spun around him, and he flew on the wind and fire wheel;

And Xueying turned into a white stream of light and shot straight forward.