Chapter 268: Universal Illumination
The second beam of light emitted by Fangfang was seen by all living creatures outside Duanliu City that day, and will be known to the world in the future. Humans call it pure light, and the demons call it the disaster of exterminating demons.
The dazzling light enveloped her whole body, and even with the third eye, she could not see the situation inside clearly. However, compared with the demon fire mountain rolling over from the opposite side, it was still too weak. It hovered in the air, like an overconfident baby confronting a strong man with a thousand pounds of strength.
The two met.
There was no loud noise, no explosion, and the demon fire mountain continued to move forward. No one could tell whether the big one swallowed the small one, or the small one pierced the big one.
The sorcerers in the north fled in groups to a farther place, and the demon kings and demon soldiers in the south also retreated to the west after a brief hesitation. The human soldiers who fled the battlefield first ran and looked back. Everyone didn't understand what happened, but their feet couldn't stop. Humans and demons seemed to have recovered their most primitive instincts at this moment, intuitively realizing that a disaster was about to happen, and running was the only way to protect themselves.
The giant demon king Qi Wushang leaped over in wolf form. He was the closest observer to the Demon Fire Mountain that day. The thirty-foot-long one-eyed black wolf crossed the sky and paused for a moment. It saw with its own eyes that the Taoist priestess, who was as thin as a bean, and the light she emitted easily melted the surface rocks of the Demon Mountain, and then pierced deeply into it with the help of the rolling power of the Demon Mountain.
At that time, a strong fear arose in his heart, but he suppressed it. He was the giant demon king, and his demon power was so strong that he could even suppress his instincts. All the creatures outside the Duanliu City were either fleeing or casting spells, trying their best to protect themselves. Only he flew in the air, like an obsessed gambler watching the fight between two animals, with no distractions, just because he bet almost all his capital on one of them.
Qi Wushang still had a glimmer of hope in his heart, hoping that the powerful Demon Mountain and the fifteen demon hearts inside could block the beam of light.
He once thought that his wish had come true, and the Demon Mountain was still rolling. The evil fire was still spraying, and nothing had changed. It only needed to turn a little more, and the Demon Mountain would be able to roll over the Broken Flow City. The only choice left for the head of the Forbidden Secret Department sitting on the altar was to escape, and Qi Wushang had been prepared for this. Escape would only make the Taoists die faster.
In a flash, the Demon Fire Mountain no longer sprayed flames, but emitted thousands of rays of light. Shooting out from every hole and crack, it was red at first, somewhat similar to the evil fire, and soon turned white, and finally it was a strong light that was more dazzling than the scorching sun at noon in midsummer.
The strong light was restrained, expanding outward little by little, in bundles, and in groups. Although the speed was not fast, the momentum was unstoppable.
The wind stopped, and there was a rare silence. Qi Wushang suddenly couldn't suppress the fear in his heart. The black wolf with long hairs all over his body howled in the air, and the low voice was transmitted thousands of miles away. It frightened countless humans. Perhaps they realized something,
The fugitives slowed down their pace, and looked back more and more frequently. They saw the white light and red light in the demon mountain rising and falling. They saw that the white light was gaining the upper hand. When it was more than ten feet out of the demon mountain, the white light stopped, as if taking a breath. Then it got rid of all restraints, and the light suddenly became bright, and everything there became bright and dazzling.
The black wolf was instantly broken into pieces, and soon disappeared in the strong light. No one knew whether he was alive or dead, and no one cared about it. They ran faster.
There was still no loud noise. The power of the beam of light was too strong. It turned the demon mountain, the ground, the weapons, the humans, the demons, the horses, the city walls, etc. into nothingness. None of the wounded left on the battlefield survived. Many humans and demons became crazy at the moment before death, and actually stood up with the last bit of strength, opened their arms, closed their eyes, and greeted the strong light with an obsessive look, as if they wanted to hug it.
A semicircular pit with a width of more than ten miles and a depth of more than a hundred feet appeared. Even so, no sound was made. The destruction was too thorough, and there was no so-called collision.
The battlefield was clean.
There was only a small group of people left in the air. Shen Jixian, the head of the Five Elements Department of Pangshan, used the shield created by the bronze bell of Yangshen Peak to protect the Taoist priests and the casual cultivators. Everyone was stunned, and even Shen Hao no longer tried to fly to the Demon Fire Mountain. In front of the most powerful and perfect power, his emotions were so small that they were insignificant.
It was at this moment that Shen Hao, a Taoist priest of the Discipline Department of Pangshan, woke up.
The strong light only existed for a very short period of time. He watched the person he loved most in his heart disappear without a breath left. The love disaster in his heart suddenly arose, and then it was suddenly cut off. He suddenly realized that his love for Fangfang was just an illusion in the world. He recalled the night several years ago when he woke up from a dream and broke out in a cold sweat. He was surprised at the reality of the dream. Fangfang, still a little girl, asked him for help. The scene seemed to be in front of him, but her father's stern face quickly drove away her image, and he was timid.
A thought made them miss each other, and they were getting farther and farther away from each other. There was no chance to walk together. Looking back, they were separated by thousands of mountains and rivers. The love and hatred at that time had become a burden today.
Shen Hao ended the relationship that many Taoists had not been able to break in their entire lives in an instant. He understood why Fangfang voluntarily performed the art of breaking the pill, and why the two masters were indifferent. It was not cold-bloodedness, nor was it simple use, but the truth after seeing through the falsehood: compared with the love of a short life, the Taoist tradition of more than 130,000 years is the unchanging one.
Shen Hao looked calm, and sadness filled his entire heart, but it did not cause a wave. He had the heart of a Taoist.
The strong light disappeared, leaving only a semicircular deep pit, like a masterpiece created by the Supreme God with a casual cut on the earth.
The copper bell in Shen Jixian's hand melted, flowing down from the edge of his palm, trickling continuously, falling on the slope of the deep pit, and flowing down, actually filling the bottom of the pit, rising higher and higher, and the number was disproportionate to the small copper bell.
Shen Jixian's body swayed and fell into the deep pit. Xin Youtao was the first to react, rushed to the side of the chief seat, and held him up.
Shen Jixian glanced at the golden palm and smiled, "I didn't expect that a Taoist priest Canxia's Dan-breaking Technique would have such a great power."
The Taoist priests all gathered around, only Yang Qingyin did not move, looked around, and said blankly: "It shouldn't be like this." She flew to Duanliu City, wanting to ask for clarification, only Zuo Liuying could explain everything.
The Demon Fire Mountain was not far from Duanliu City. The strong light shone directly on the altar in the ruins of the city wall, and Zuo Liuying blocked it. He had been keeping some strength to stop this force. At least three hundred Taoists flew out of the ancestral tower, and they were swallowed up by the strong light row after row, but they saved Duanliu City.
In this way, the deep pit caused by the strong light was concave on the easternmost side, and did not form a perfect circle.
Yang Qingyin flew in front of Zuo Liuying and asked coldly: "Where is Mu Xingqiu?"
Zuo Liuying pointed to the sky.
Yang Qingyin looked up and finally saw three black spots, one big and two small, at a very high place. She also did not have the heart of a Taoist priest. From that day on, she hated this so-called peace. Her eyes fell on Zuo Liuying's face again, "What is the difference between Taoist priests and demons? You did the worst and most wrong thing in the world. I hope you will be possessed by the devil and die immediately."
Zuo Liuying did not respond.
Lan Qizhang did not have the strength of Zuo Liuying, and could not move too far in an instant. He took Mu Xingqiu into the sky, unexpectedly. Black Phoenix also followed.
This was a life-or-death struggle, but neither the Taoist priest nor the beast demon cast a spell. They also saw the strong light on the ground and were so surprised that they forgot that they were in danger.
Lan Qizhang thought he was the person who knew the most about the art of breaking pills in the Pangshan Taoist sect. So he was more puzzled than anyone else. Qin Lingshuang clearly had love in her heart, and it was a deep love. Why could she perform the art of breaking pills?
He didn't understand, no matter how he thought about it, he couldn't understand. Decades of practice, thousands of days and nights of hard study and research, suddenly became a completely useless waste.
He thought he would see Qin Lingshuang's failure, see her give up the mission at the last moment, and even win a glimmer of life, but what he saw was the purest strong light, closer to the origin of Tao Fire than all spells. If the records in the book were correct, Qin Lingshuang not only cast the spell successfully, but also released a power far beyond the level of Taoist Canxia.
Countless doubts, like a group of buzzing insects, flew in Lan Qizhang's mind.
Lan Qizhang was more shocked than all the creatures that day. This was originally his mission, but he gave up because of a tiny fluctuation in his mood. Because of this, he did not believe that Qin Lingshuang could succeed from the beginning, nor did he hope that she would succeed. Even with Zuo Liuying's affirmation, he was still stubborn.
If Qin Lingshuang was killed by the Demon Fire Mountain, he would feel grief and turn grief into motivation to cut off the emotional calamity, but things were completely different from what he predicted.
With a hum, the mind of the Taoist Lan Qizhang who swallowed smoke was blank. The lake of his mood, which had already fluctuated, suddenly dried up. He lost his Taoist heart and all his magic power, and fell straight to the ground. The unconscious Mu Xingqiu fell with him.
The body of the Black Phoenix shrank rapidly. He could easily kill the two Taoists, but he was frightened. The Demon Fire Mountain was gone, and the giant demon king Qi Wushang disappeared without a trace. His life and death were unknown. The sun above his head was so scorching that it seemed that it would fall from the sky and roast him at any time.
The Black Phoenix turned and fled to the northwest.
Mu Xingqiu was the only one who did not see the strong light with his own eyes. He was hit by Lan Qizhang's spell and fainted. There was darkness in front of him, but his mind was still there. He saw Fangfang, smiling Fangfang, excited Fangfang, both in the darkness and outside the darkness, sometimes waving, sometimes talking silently, as if she saw something particularly interesting to share with him.
He stretched out his arm with all his strength, wanting to grab her fingers, wanting to ask her what she was going to say.
"Never give up."
Fangfang's voice finally came clearly, and Mu Xingqiu suddenly woke up. The darkness in front of him was the enemy. It wanted to swallow Fangfang. He really couldn't give up and had to clear the darkness.
He opened his eyes and saw the blue sky quickly moving away, and heard the wind whistling past his ears. On the left was his greatsword, and on the right was the dull-looking Lan Qizhang.
He grabbed Lan Qizhang's shoulders, turned over and stood up in the air, stepped on the greatsword, and fell more than a hundred feet, finally controlling his body.
He looked at the ground.
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