Chapter 781: Chapter 633: Mountain of Bones, The Flute Sounds_2
The quiet wind brushed up her garments, bringing with it a chill that added a faint sense of bleak emptiness; the stark white bones stood out like a dot of red in the mountains.
She rose on her sword, and Han Zhi, cold as frost, congealed and supported beneath her feet, as a storm of cold winds rose up around her, reaching towards the sky.
As she pointed, the huge remnant tore through the air, sweeping over with a silver-white sword glow, the cold wind acting like a tempest across the terrain; the white bones surrounding Feng Ju were blown into disarray by the terrifyingly cold current, their bodies swiftly encased in ice.
Soon, countless ice crystals and cold vines, sharp as blades, grew upon those skeletal frames, shooting up from the ground and entangling towards Feng Ju from all directions.
Feng Ju had been exiled here for over two hundred years, never aware of the existence of the three scions of the human Heavenly Dao.
To witness a junior of the Chengling Realm exerting fire element spiritual methods to such depth today, matching the might of a Cultivator from the Tribulation Realm, was utterly astonishing.
While he was fully focused on facing the young woman in white, another powerful entity of a not dissimilar Realm had unexpectedly appeared.
When did the geniuses of the Mortal World become as common as bamboo shoots after rain?
Feng Ju swiftly manipulated the Array, spreading his arms wide, the invisible energy of the Array mingled within his body, constructing a mysterious necromantic yin array.
The ghost fires in the eye sockets of the ice-bound bone skeletons blazed, and with a mournful howl, the Yin Fire burned wildly; the thick frost and mysterious ice didn’t melt but instead inexplicably disappeared in those deceivingly green flames.
Yin Baishuang’s field of murderous intent was so dense it seemed like a drop of water could ignite an inferno; in an instant, it was devoured out of sight.
The surging Yin Fire crashed like waves against a boat, soaring a thousand feet in an instant, poised to engulf the figure in red the very next moment.
Yin Baishuang’s expression was solemn, her eyes brimming with a desire to kill.
This white bone Yin Fire was all manifested from souls brought into the Array, a soul-devouring fire; whether alive or ghostly, brushing against even half a strand likely meant an inevitable fate of souls plummeting into the Nine Nethers.
The crowd gasped in alarm, mourning and raging over the imminent loss of a genius.
A white piece slipped between her fingers, turning to a wisp of green smoke and dissipating.
The figure in red seemed to fade away like mist, and in the next moment, Yin Baishuang landed firmly beside Baili An, her complexion faintly pale.
Seeing her unharmed, the Cultivators let out a sigh of relief.
But upon further thought, if the two strongest among them couldn’t break the great white bone array or harm that devil by a fraction, did it mean they were all doomed to die here today?
“It’s over… It’s all over…” Despair fell over the crowd, watching as the army of bone skeletons with engulfing Ghost Fires rolled towards them; they seemed only able to watch helplessly as a curtain of despair descended upon them, a wave of panic engulfing each heart.
The Ghost Fire in the eye sockets of Feng Ju diminished slightly, indicating that the previous attacks had greatly consumed him, his voice growing increasingly coarse and unpleasant:
“After all, you’re just a bunch of naïve and self-righteous youngsters, who on regular days can only flaunt your sword skills and catch a few small ghosts to show off.
I’ve spent a full five hundred years researching this great white bone array, five hundred years without a single battle, and you little ones won’t find a way to break it.”
This arrogant demon, with such an advantageous position, left the Cultivators in despair and indignation, pain flaring up in their Dantians.
Concerned about his nephew Ye Shu’s affair of obtaining the Dragon Ball, Feng Ju did not intend to entangle with this group for long and with a gentle wave of his bone white palm, he said faintly, “Go forth.”
At that moment, a flute melody rose, cutting through the air like a golden blade through silk, distinct in the wild.
A bead streaked with blood pierced through the greenish Yin Fire, like a soul-suppressing melody, bringing tranquility to the hearts.
The burning, howling bone corpses stopped as if immobilized.
Feng Ju stiffened, watching in disbelief at the blind youth in the midst of the crowd.
The Cultivators, who were previously crying out in utter despair, also quieted down alongside the shrieking bone corpses, their eyes wide, struck dumb by Baili An’s revelation.
Who would have thought, the boy who meekly called Su Jing “Young Master” could be concealing such skill, managing to control the corpse mountain and sea of bones in an instant.
Lin Zheng was lost in a daze, staring fixedly at Baili An, recognizing this as the Deceit Skill from Central Netherworld, puzzled beyond words.
Was it not said that Taixuan Sect and the You Dynasty had accumulated deep animosity, like a sea of blood?
How could their disciples also secretly learn the methods of the Central Netherworld?
Yin Baishuang’s face darkened, a somber light in her eyes.
Among them, only Su Jing remained unaffected from beginning to end, his jade-like face showing no trace of emotion, calmly glancing once at the Jade Flute in Baili An’s hand, then quickly diverting his gaze.
As Baili An’s fingers wove through the notes, the tune of the flute sharply intensified, even those unacquainted with the music could sense the murderous intent within it.
Clear commands allowed the group of pallid bone corpses to rigidly move, the flute’s melody soft as a spring breeze, countless invisible threads lifting the bone yin corpses, turning them in a different direction.
What was once a threatening spectre for everyone became a weapon for counterattack in his hands; the tide of battle turned, and cheers erupted from the crowd.
Feng Ju’s ghastly eyes darkened, clapping his palms twice upon his shoulders, intending to retract the Yin Fire within the bone corpses, but found that under the flute’s interference, the bone skeletons no longer heeded his command.
He let out an enraged shout, as though experiencing a grave insult, his eyes resolute; his fingers hooked like claws, digging fiercely into his chest!
He tore out a red chest bone and crushed it into dust.