Chapter 88

"Um?" Han Bingyi never expected Amu to wake up from the illusion so quickly. The light in her eyes instantly faded, and she felt a sharp pain in her eyes and a throbbing headache, the result of a backlash from her divine consciousness. Fortunately, it was not severe.

A complex expression flashed in Han Bingyi's eyes again. Amu had truly broken through her Blood Illusion Divine Technique.

At the same moment, she gritted her teeth, and the hand seals she was making suddenly changed. The Cold Moon Divine Sword, which had been hovering above her head, hummed and transformed into a stream of light, rushing directly toward Amu.

A high-level spirit treasure, a great weapon of destruction, the Cold Moon Divine Sword could almost tear through the void.

"Hundreds of thousands of transformations, ice descending from the nine heavens!" Han Bingyi's hand seals changed rapidly, and she let out a loud cry.

The Cold Moon Divine Sword, flying toward Amu, instantly multiplied from one to ten, ten to a hundred, and a hundred to thousands upon thousands. Dense sword beams rained down on Amu like a shower of ice, like a meteor shower. At the same time, Han Bingyi raised her eyebrows, and a spiritual pressure spread out, pressing directly toward Amu.

"Amu, this is my final attack!" Han Bingyi whispered to herself, watching intently to see how Amu would respond.

"Virtual spirit pressure!"

"Plus one of Han Bingyi's three ultimate techniques, Ice Descending from the Nine Heavens! She finally used it!"

"However, this Ice Descending from the Nine Heavens is not a full-strength attack! Han Bingyi is still holding back!"

"Full-strength attack? Do you really think this is a life-or-death battle! Even if it is, if Amu can withstand this, he will have the qualifications to face Han Zixiang! A full-strength Ice Descending from the Nine Heavens, even we dare not face it!"

The four spirit realm elders had not seen such an exciting battle in a long time.

At this moment, the ancient scriptures of the Ancient Desolate Demon Classic continuously echoed in Amu's mind. The grand and majestic sound contained the demonic intent from ancient times, like the resonance of the great way, looking down upon all generations. Although Han Bingyi's spirit realm pressure was powerful, it was completely ineffective at this moment.

Amu's eyes were filled with intertwining blood-red lightning. The demonic consciousness, empowered by the Ancient Desolate Demon Classic, transformed into countless invisible swords and flew out. Amu could almost hear the sound of Han Bingyi's pressure shattering as the Ancient Desolate Demon Classic echoed in his mind.

"Crack—Crack—" The sound of countless crystals breaking. All the pressure was ineffective against the demonic consciousness empowered by the Ancient Desolate Demon Classic.

Like moths flying into a flame, they were courting their own destruction.

The Cold Moon Divine Sword transformed into thousands upon thousands, with tens of thousands of sword beams carrying the coldest and most yin energy. Ice Descending from the Nine Heavens was like millions of ice pieces falling from the nine heavens.

Such an attack had the potential to instantly kill all cultivators below the spirit realm.

"Hmph!" Amu sneered, and with a thought, the black vine was in his hand.

The black light in Amu's hand flickered. It was unknown whether the black vine had been stimulated by the Ancient Desolate Demon Classic, but at this moment, the black vine was heavily infused with demonic energy, as if surrounded by countless black flames.

"Break!" This time, Amu did not directly attack the Cold Moon Divine Sword, as it was Han Bingyi's magical treasure. Instead, as soon as he said "Break," the black vine emitted a strong black light, and Amu used the sword control technique to make it spin and dance.

Streams of black light stirred the void, instantly forming a huge black whirlwind, with the eye of the storm resembling a black hole. This black whirlwind was like an apocalyptic storm, seemingly sweeping through the three realms.

"Uh! Quickly reinforce the barrier!" The long-browed elder suddenly shouted. At the moment the black vine created the whirlwind, the barrier set up by the four spirit realm experts wavered slightly.

"This black light is too powerful! What level of magical treasure is this?"

"It looks like a vine! This is definitely not something from the Northern Cold, the killing intent is too strong!"

"Be careful, reinforce the barrier!"

"Whoo—Aoo—Hoo—"

The whirlwind created by the black vine continuously expanded. Although the tens of thousands of sword beams from the Cold Moon Divine Sword were powerful, they instantly dimmed and were all sucked into the whirlwind, disappearing without a trace.

The wind roared, and the demons howled. The power of the black vine once again shocked everyone, including Amu.

Amu's eyes were filled with intertwining blood-red lightning, his long hair flying wildly, his white robe fluttering, and an endless black whirlwind above his head, while he still stood on the black Tianxuan flying disc.

Amu looked like a god or demon descending from the heavens in the end times, although he was handsome, he possessed an endless demonic aura.

He slowly walked toward Han Bingyi, step by step, the endless pressure like that of an ancient demon king descending, unstoppable.

"Not good, the barrier is about to break!"

The faces of the four elders changed drastically, and they each spat out a stream of essence blood. Four streams of light respectively stabilized the four directions.

But it was too late. The black whirlwind, unstoppable, spun wildly, distorting the barrier space, about to be torn into pieces.

"Be careful—"

"Boom—Boom—Boom—" The sound was like a mountain collapsing and the sky cracking.

The barrier set up by the four spirit realm cultivators could not withstand the violent force of the black vine, shattering into pieces.

The four elders each used secret techniques to protect themselves. The elder holding the large golden bell even summoned the golden bell amidst the streams of light.

The golden bell was a wondrous treasure, growing to over ten zhang tall in the wind. At the moment the barrier shattered, a "ding" sound echoed, and the deafening noise that should have resounded through the sky was completely absorbed by the golden bell. The other three elders also hurried to protect the surroundings.

Fortunately, although the force of the black vine was violent, the barrier's power completely dissipated the black whirlwind.

On the peak of Tongtian, the smoke and clouds dissipated, and everything disappeared as soon as the barrier vanished, as if nothing had happened.

"Ah!" The four elders, still shaken, appeared and turned to look, only to be greatly alarmed.

Not far away, Amu, dressed in a white robe, his long hair flying, stood on the Tianxuan flying disc, holding the black vine. The black vine pointed directly at Han Bingyi's forehead, only a foot away.

"What kind of cultivator are you?" Han Bingyi's face was calm, showing no emotion, but a trace of blood hung from the corner of her mouth. This was not intentional harm from Amu, but the backlash from the spell when it was broken.

At this moment, her entire body was restrained. If Amu's black vine moved, it could take her life in an instant.

"I am a demon! My path is unstoppable!" Amu's face was expressionless, his voice cold like ice that had been frozen for ten thousand years. "In three days, Han Zixiang will die on the life-and-death platform!"

As he spoke, Amu opened his hand, and the black vine retreated into his body.

Hearing Amu's words, Han Bingyi suddenly smiled, a smile that could captivate the world, a smile that could make a city fall. This smile came from the heart, making Han Bingyi's beauty incomparable.

"Amu, in three days, I will come to watch your battle! Han Zixiang is proficient in various techniques, not just what I can imitate! You must be careful! This sword is for you to use! Although the Cold Moon Divine Sword is not as powerful as your black vine, it is better than nothing!" As she spoke, Han Bingyi reached out and grabbed the Cold Moon Divine Sword, handing it directly to Amu. Han Bingyi's smile was like a flower, looking at Amu.

"Huh? Hehe! This Han Bingyi can smile like this! She is truly beautiful!" The long-browed elder and the other three stood at a distance, sighing in unison. "Fortunately, this is not a life-or-death battle, otherwise, even if Han Bingyi used her full strength, it would be hard to say!"

Han Bingyi had already seen the four people. Hearing their words, her cheeks flushed, but she looked at Amu with determination.

Amu looked at Han Bingyi, sighed, and did not refuse, because he knew that in three days, it would be Lishui's main battle, and Lishui did not have a suitable magical treasure. If he had the Cold Moon Divine Sword, it would be like adding wings to a tiger.

"Thank you!" Amu took the Cold Moon Divine Sword. "Senior Sister Han, I understand the meaning of today's trial! I will remember your kindness!"

As he spoke, Amu bowed to the four elders from a distance, saying loudly, "Thank you, four seniors, for your protection! Please convey my greetings to White Chief, I will not fail my mission!"

Then, Amu turned and stepped on the Tianxuan flying disc, carrying the lingering demonic aura, heading for the small courtyard on the back mountain.

Han Bingyi always smiled, staring at Amu. Just now, Amu, full of demonic intent, with a black whirlwind above his head, walked step by step to her. That image was very tall. At that moment, everything about Amu was deeply etched in Han Bingyi's heart, never to be forgotten for thousands of years.

Although Amu broke through the barrier and the black vine pointed directly at her forehead, Han Bingyi was not angry at all.

"I am a demon! My path is unstoppable!" Han Bingyi thought of Amu's appearance, her heart full of joy. Although Amu was full of demonic intent after the battle, his words were cold as ice, but Han Bingyi liked Amu's demonic appearance.

"Remembering in my heart!" A ripple spread out. With these words from Amu, Han Bingyi felt that everything was worth it.

"Monster! Monster!" The four elders sighed and shook their heads, realizing that the future world would always belong to the young. Then, the four followed Amu and disappeared.

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