EFB Chapter 129 Righteous Qi Locks Evil Souls, Joining Forces to Break the Sacrifice
Chapter 129 Righteous Qi Locks Evil Souls, Joining Forces to Break the Sacrifice
The ancient star inscriptions on the altar pillars were illuminated by the golden light of the array, lighting up one by one, like someone lighting candles in the dark night sky.
It wasn't a blinding, intense light, but a warm, serene light, like moonlight. A pure white, righteous energy seeped from within the stone pillar, flowing slowly along the cracks in the stone, like water or mist, clinging to the stone wall as it descended. Wherever it passed, the steps, stained by the dark red evil energy, gradually lost their gloom, as if stains had been washed away with clear water, revealing the original bluish-black of the spiritual rock beneath.
Su Muyue manipulated the four array flags, constantly making subtle adjustments to their positions. The positions of each flag differed by only an inch, but that inch determined the direction of the entire array—a slight deviation would dissipate the righteous energy; a slight precision would solidify it. She squatted beside the array flags, her fingers resting on the flagpoles, sensing every fluctuation of the evil energy beneath the ground, adjusting constantly, never daring to relax for a moment.
The Fourfold Evil-Controlling and Killing Array locked down the space around the evil spirit along the four pillars. The golden light barrier closed in from all sides, like an inverted bell, trapping the enormous black and red mass in the middle. Evil energy was still surging out from the ground, but as soon as it emerged, it was intercepted, crushed, and purified by the array patterns, and there was no time to replenish the evil spirit's body.
The evil spirits within the formation emitted sharp, piercing howls. The sounds were neither human nor beastly roars, but rather like hundreds or thousands of people screaming, weeping, and cursing simultaneously, all mingled together and squeezed from the depths of their throats. A massive, jet-black hand slammed repeatedly against the golden barrier, each impact causing the formation's patterns to tremble like ripples on water. The golden light flickered, then brightened, then dimmed again, like a candle burning in the wind, but it never truly went out.
Qin Hao stood behind the evil spirit, his face as pale as paper.
He resembled a dried-up corpse, his cheekbones high, his eyes sunken, and his lips cracked and chapped. The Blood Sacrifice Jade Pendant hung above his head, its dark red light flickering like a light bulb about to go out. The pendant continuously drained his life essence and evil energy; he could feel his life force draining away bit by bit, like sand slipping through his fingers. Yet he still clenched his teeth, his lips bleeding, blood dripping from his chin onto the ground, where it was evaporated by the righteous energy of the altar, emitting a faint, fishy smell.
Most of the star marrow liquid in mid-air was entangled in blood-red turbidity. The shimmering white light struggled within the blackish-red blood energy, like a drowning person thrashing about on the surface of the water, flickering and growing dimmer and weaker. If it were completely assimilated by the evil power, this primordial spiritual liquid would transform into a highly poisonous source of evil, not only failing to save lives but also becoming a malignant tumor polluting the entire secret realm.
"We can't let him continue sacrificing his life essence." Chu Fan squatted on the ground, his fingers rapidly tracing tiny runes on the surface. The spiritual energy at his fingertips acted like a pen, leaving glowing patterns on the stone. "The evil spirit's power is growing stronger. Every moment we delay, he draws more blood, and we face greater risks. He can afford to wait, but we can't."
He stood up, glanced at Leng Feng, and then at Qin Hao behind Xie Hun.
"I've modified the array nodes to direct the innate righteous energy of the altar to directly wash away the evil spirit's body. When the righteous energy strikes the evil spirit, its evil power will weaken briefly—just a few breaths, enough for you to reach Qin Hao."
Leng Feng nodded.
He held his sword close to his side, tip down, blade facing him—this was the fastest way to strike. His brownish-yellow protective aura was contained within his meridians, not forming a shield around his body, not to conserve energy, but to avoid emitting any extra light or sound. He suppressed his breathing to a minimum, his chest almost motionless, his entire body like a stone, standing there quietly, silently, and motionless. But his eyes were moving, fixed unblinkingly on Qin Hao's hand holding the jade pendant.
Su Ling'er clutched the last few top-grade Pure Yang Exorcising Pills in her palm. The pills were snow-white, with a fine sheen on their surface, like pearls just taken from an oyster shell. She touched them with her fingertips to confirm they weren't damp and that their texture remained firm and smooth. Her gaze wasn't on Qin Hao, but fixed on the chest and abdomen of the evil spirit. That was where the evil energy was thinnest and the resentment most dispersed, making it the best entry point for the Exorcising Pills' power.
Three. Only three. Each one must land in the place it is meant to land.
Fine beads of sweat appeared between Su Muyue's brows. The continuous, high-intensity deployment of advanced formations had already depleted most of her true energy. She felt as if her body were a drained well, with only a thin layer of water remaining at the bottom, constantly evaporating. The blood poison within her body, stirred by the surrounding dense evil energy, began to stir again—not a slight fluctuation, but a violent, turbulent activity, as if something were rampaging through her veins.
She didn't speak, didn't stop, and didn't even frown. She simply gripped the flags tighter.
A few meters away, Lin Chen sensed the fluctuations in her aura. Not from what he saw, but from what he sensed—his stellar energy had a natural affinity for the blood poison within Su Muyue's body; he knew as soon as it moved. He struggled to sit up from beside the stone pillar, channeling his remaining stellar energy through his body, fine as silk threads, precisely targeting Su Muyue's meridians. The gentle power traveled along her meridians, lightly touching the restless blood poison, which recoiled sharply like a mouse seeing a cat.
Su Muyue's breathing became steady.
With her mind at ease, she abruptly changed the array formation. The golden light on the surface of the trapping and killing array contracted inward, no longer spreading outward, but instead condensed into four light bands that climbed upward along the four pillars, converging at the top of the altar, and then swooped down from the top, like four golden chains, wrapping around the limbs of the evil spirit.
The moment the righteous energy touched its body, the evil spirit let out a violent roar. Its body seemed to be burned, and blackish-red evil energy surged, evaporated, and dissipated from the area bound by the light bands. It struggled desperately, its massive body trembling violently, its limbs stretching outwards, trying to break free of the four light bands. But the light bands tightened their grip, and righteous energy continuously flowed from the stone pillar, replenishing and reinforcing it.
"Now!"
Chu Fan shouted in a low voice.
Leng Feng rushed out. His figure was like an arrow released from a bow, stepping on the assault passage left by the formation—the only gap that Chu Fan had deliberately left in the formation, allowing only one person to pass through at a time, open for only a few breaths. On both sides of the passage were surging evil energy and flashing golden light, but he didn't care, he just ran and rushed desperately.
The sword was drawn, its blade aimed directly at Qin Hao's wrist, where he held the Blood Sacrifice Jade Pendant. Condensed sword energy clung to the blade, the edge slicing through the air with a sharp, piercing sound. Caught off guard, Qin Hao's attention was entirely focused on the Blood Sacrifice ritual; he hadn't anticipated an attack from behind the evil spirit. He hastily mobilized his remaining blood energy to form a defense, the dark red blood energy hastily gathering in front of him. However, Leng Feng's Breaking Formation Sword Technique was specifically designed to counter such defenses; the moment the blade touched the blood-red barrier, the barrier shattered like paper.
With a soft slur, the blade grazed Qin Hao's forearm. Flesh tore open, blood gushed out, and bone was faintly visible. The Blood Sacrifice Jade Pendant trembled violently in his hand, nearly slipping from his grasp. The pendant's light dimmed abruptly, the supply of blood energy to the evil spirit abruptly ceased, and the evil aura on his body diminished at a visible rate, causing his massive frame to shrivel.
Qin Hao was both shocked and furious. He endured the pain and took several steps back, leaning against a stone pillar of the altar. He bit the tip of his tongue, forcibly continuing the blood sacrifice with the essence blood from his tongue—it was the last resort, and also the most suicidal. The essence blood from the tip of the tongue is the most concentrated part of a person's vital energy; even a single drop lost takes several days to recover. He was not just losing a drop; he was risking his life to fill the gap.
The jade pendant once again emitted a dark red halo, and the emaciated body of the evil spirit swelled up again. But the halo was dimmer and slower than before, like an engine that had burned out all its fuel, with only a few embers remaining.
Su Ling'er made her move.
She threw out three Pure Yang Exorcising Pills at the same time, which drew three white arcs in the air and landed precisely on the evil spirit's chest. The few breaths that Chu Fan had used to cleanse it with righteous energy had thinned and dispersed that spot, creating a gap.
The elixir exploded in mid-air, unleashing a burst of blazing white pure yang flames. These were no ordinary flames; they were elixir fire condensed from pure yang energy, specifically designed to counter resentment and evil power. The flames spread, seeped, and burned along the cracks in the evil spirit's body, billowing black smoke from its entire form, like a pile of wet firewood doused with oil, crackling and popping as it burned. The wailing grew increasingly mournful, shaking the rubble on the altar.