Chapter 87: The Illusory Blood Divine Technique

"Divine Cold Moon Sword?"

"Hehe! This is the first time I've seen Cold Moon use the Divine Cold Moon Sword!"

"Great effort! Great effort!"

"Yes! Even Cold Moon has to use the divine sword to face Han Zixiang. So, today she must test Amu's strength with a similar level of power to Han Zixiang, otherwise she would never let Amu step onto the life-and-death platform!"

In the air, Cold Moon made a seal with her hands in front of her chest, and the Divine Cold Moon Sword hovered three feet above her head. This Divine Cold Moon Sword is a high-level spiritual treasure and a precious item of the Northern Cold Sect, obtained by Cold Moon when she paid homage to the Northern Cold Ancestor Hall. Among the Northern Cold spiritual treasures, it ranks in the top three in terms of power, far surpassing Yang Yun's Heavenly Ice Lotus Platform of that day.

At this moment, the tip of the Divine Cold Moon Sword pointed directly at Amu, and countless cold auras fell from it, enveloping Cold Moon. The white cold aura, the purple dress, and Cold Moon standing in the cold curtain made a stunning sight.

"Sister Cold Moon, why go to such lengths? Such a spiritual treasure is of no use to me!" Amu coldly glanced at the Divine Cold Moon Sword above Cold Moon's head.

A spiritual-level treasure is already a top-tier treasure of the Northern Cold Sect. However, Amu was right; such a treasure was indeed of no use to him. Once the black vine appeared, all weapons would be shattered. Currently, nothing except the black wood Amu had recently obtained could withstand the black vine.

The Divine Cold Moon Sword is excellent, but it cannot withstand the force of a single strike from the black vine.

"Amu, you underestimate the power of a spirit cultivator! If you really face Han Zixiang, you won't have the chance to use the black vine!" Cold Moon sighed slightly, and then her eyes suddenly shone brightly.

This light was extremely strange. As soon as Amu saw it, he felt the world spin, and everything around him changed instantly.

Reversing time and space? Amu found himself in a peculiar space-time.

What was flowing? Rainbow-colored neon. What was flying? Five-colored auspicious birds. This world was both familiar and strange.

In a chaotic state, he heard people arguing.

"Ancient Scroll of the Broken Sky... Illusory Flower..."

"This child cannot be left alive..."

"Coffin..."

The voices were intermittent and vague, making it impossible to understand what was happening. There seemed to be sounds of fighting. This seemed to be Amu's first memory of crossing over to this world. It was the first time he had awakened in this world.

Suddenly, a bright light shot directly at Amu's forehead. It was a time arrow, shining brilliantly.

Boom—

Blinding white light forced Amu to shield his eyes, and everything changed again.

A small village on the northern border, that was Willow Town. In the easternmost part of Willow Town, there were blue bricks and gray tiles, a two-story courtyard, which belonged to the Wang family.

Dazed and confused, everything familiar, Amu found himself back home.

In the front courtyard of the Wang family, various tools and different types of wood for making coffins were scattered, and the scent of wood filled the air. A girl in red, propping her chin, stared blankly at the wood in the courtyard.

"Feather!" Amu shouted involuntarily.

"Brother!" Feather seemed to see Amu and rushed towards him.

"Feather!" Amu moved to meet her.

But just as Feather threw herself into Amu's arms, her red dress suddenly expanded in Amu's eyes, filling his vision with red. The red dress turned into a sky full of bloodstains.

"Ah—" Feather screamed, turning into a blood mist, with red pieces of her dress fluttering like blood butterflies.

"Feather—" Amu's blood rushed to his head, and he lunged forward, only to grab a handful of blood mist. The blood mist filled the sky, making it impossible to distinguish directions.

"Feather— Feather—" No matter how Amu called, the world was filled only with blood mist and an empty echo.

Everything in the Wang family in Willow Town was gone, and all he could see was blood. Solidified blood, flowing blood.

At this moment, a dark figure slowly emerged from the blood mist, hunched over, dressed in black, with white hair, covered in blood, and coughing continuously. Behind him was a large black coffin.

"Master—" Amu was stunned and then lunged forward.

But it was in vain. Wang Jue's figure seemed to teleport, remaining a short distance away, and no matter how Amu lunged, the distance between them did not change.

Amu ran frantically and helplessly in the blood mist, drenched in sweat, almost suffocating. He didn't know how long he had run or how far, but he felt the demonic cultivation power in his body running wild, almost to the point of exhaustion.

What happened to Feather? What happened to Master? Amu shouted, his eyes bloodshot, but everything remained the same in the blood mist.

"Amu, don't come over!" A sudden voice sounded behind Amu.

"Senior Brother Lishui!" Amu turned around and saw that half of Lishui's body was being swallowed by the blood mist. Lishui's face was pale, and he was struggling.

"Senior Brother Lishui!" Amu wanted to rush over, but he suddenly realized that his feet were in a red swamp, and his legs were completely submerged, sinking deeper and deeper.

His calves, knees, and waist. Amu struggled, sank, and was consumed.

Amu struggled, but in reality, all of this happened in an instant, as everything was an illusion in Amu's mind.

In the air, Cold Moon's posture of making a seal in front of her chest remained unchanged, but her eyes emitted a mesmerizing light. The Divine Cold Moon Sword still hovered above her head, emitting countless cold auras.

Not far away, Amu stood stiffly on the Heavenly Black Flying Saucer, his face pale, and cold sweat on his forehead.

"Hmm! Why isn't he moving?" The fat elder frowned.

"It's an illusion!" The elder holding the large golden bell shook his head slightly.

"Illusion? This Cold Moon actually used an illusion attack! Why not use her three great techniques?" The long-browed elder was surprised and shouted at the elder holding the golden bell, "Old man, you're the best at illusions, what's going on?"

"Alas!" The elder holding the large golden bell sighed, "It's said that Han Zixiang is skilled in illusions! I believe the technique Cold Moon is using is mostly the Illusory Blood Divine Technique. This technique is extremely powerful but very damaging to the user's mental energy. She needs the Divine Cold Moon Sword to protect herself, otherwise, she would be easily counterattacked."

"Uh?" The other three were shocked but quickly understood. Everything Cold Moon did was out of great effort! The four elders shook their heads continuously.

Cold Moon wasn't trying to stop Amu; she was clearly giving Amu a rehearsal for the life-and-death platform with Han Zixiang!

Illusion attacks vary greatly, but they all attack the mind and mental energy. If Amu could resist Cold Moon's illusion, he would have a better chance against Han Zixiang. To simulate the attack, Cold Moon disregarded her own damage and used a technique she was not skilled in.

At this moment, Cold Moon was driving the technique, but sweat was already visible on her forehead.

"Amu, if you can't resist this technique, don't mention the life-and-death platform again! Han Zixiang's illusions are absolutely superior to mine!" Cold Moon looked at Amu with a complex expression, muttering to herself.

As for Amu, the blood-red swamp had already submerged his chest. The pungent smell of blood pierced his nostrils.

His consciousness was somewhat dazed, his chest felt extremely tight, his head was heavy, and Amu felt drowsy. All his struggles were in vain, only accelerating the blood-red swamp's consumption.

But at this moment, the Ancient Desolate Demon Scripture in Amu's mental energy suddenly flew out, the black text linking together like a dragon.

"Demons are those who do not yield to heaven and earth! Demon intent is the eternal unwillingness! The path of demons is the way to transcend the heavens among the myriad paths. Demon cultivators cultivate with blood without violating their true nature. If a deity obstructs, kill the deity; if a Buddha obstructs, destroy the Buddha. Only the path of demons stands supreme for eternity."

The black text, like a chant, echoed like sunlight suddenly breaking through the night. As soon as the black aura appeared, the blood mist dissipated, and the wind swept away the remaining clouds, clearing everything.

In the blood mist, there seemed to be countless cries, but they were powerless to change anything. Using the demon to break the illusion, the blood mist dissipated, and all the illusions vanished.

Although everything happened in an instant, it felt like an eternity to Amu. The feeling of struggling in the blood mist and the swamp lingered, and Amu's back was drenched in cold sweat.

This was a struggle at the gates of death!

"Sister Cold Moon, I have learned!" Using his cultivation power, Amu instantly dried his clothes. His long hair flew wildly, and a faint black aura surrounded his body, his white robe billowing in the wind.

This was the aura of a demon from ancient times, a divine and demonic figure composed of black and white!

"Amu actually became clear in the illusion?" The elder holding the large golden bell was surprised.

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