Chapter 233: Long Cry, Return! 【 Battle 】
Saying this, Feng He raised Fushuang, her body swaying, and blocked a sword strike from Xuan Gui.
Her soul power was already depleted after tearing that space, even somewhat overdrawn, so as she blocked this sword strike, a bloody taste rose in her throat.
Tearing space-time, this was truly too difficult for her now.
But now, it was truly a dead end; she couldn’t find any way to save Ming Zhaoshuang and the others, so she could only do this.
Having lived for tens of thousands of years, and still being so stifled.
Feng He gave a wry smile in her heart.
Yet, she showed no sign of it on her face.
She still stood there, her clothes fluttering, a faint wood elemental spiritual flow surrounding her, like an soaring Azure Luan.
Mimi stepped on air, carried Xie Yanning on its back, held Qin Feilong in its mouth, and rushed directly towards the space rift!
Seeing this, Xuan Gui and those four or five Mahayana Stage cultivators quickly tried to intercept, but Feng He stopped them with a sword.
“Everyone, your opponent is me.”
Feng He smiled faintly and planted her sword on the ground.
Wherever the sword passed, there was extreme vitality and greenness. Wood elemental spiritual power, with a faint color, rapidly encroached and swept towards the several cultivators in front of her.
Until, Feng He unleashed a sword strike.
“Today, I love to play with the spring wind’s power, blooming and sprouting emerald without bias!”
In an instant, a thousand miles of jade greenness burst from the earth, and ten thousand feet of emerald wood shot up from the ground. They brought hard branches, sharp thorns, and resilient vines, piercing through layer by layer, piercing to the bone, and crushing towards them.
Except for Xuan Gui, all the Mahayana Stage cultivators fell under this extremely powerful wood elemental spiritual power.
Of course, Feng He was only a soul body, and Ming Zhaoshuang’s body was truly dragging her down too much.
Even though this move of hers was powerful, it could at most only delay these Mahayana Stage cultivators for a single breath.
Even so, Xuan Gui couldn’t help but glance sideways, and said in disbelief, “You… with a soul body, released a divine technique?”
The Ju Mang Plays with Spring Technique could only be used by those with an Innate Wood Spirit Root, and like the Zhurong Fire Control Technique, it allowed one to temporarily possess the divine power of an ancient deity and control all wood.
Previously, Xie Yanning could unleash it because the environment of Jingyan Ridge was naturally her home ground, whereas Feng He conjured an extremely powerful proliferation of wood out of thin air.
To first tear space and then release a divine technique, such a divine soul, the Demon Emperor could not even imagine how powerful it was.
Is this the Divine Soul Realm? It is truly terrifying!
If Xie Yanning didn’t have an enmity with him, he truly wouldn’t want to face such a senior. After all, although Xuan Gui was not clear who was controlling Ming Zhaoshuang’s body, he could guess that the divine soul of that person was definitely more powerful than he imagined.
It was just a pity that the Fifth Prince was his most favored prince, and even a candidate for the throne, so he could not let Xie Yanning go.
If he let Xie Yanning go, how could his Demon Realm save face?
And such a senior was determined to protect such a reckless junior, so Xuan Gui could only fight!
Feng He didn’t have time to deal with Xuan Gui now.
Tearing space and then releasing a divine technique, her soul power was already stretched to the extreme, but she hadn’t forgotten that besides Xie Yanning and Qin Feilong, she still had a most important junior to send back.
“Host, you should try to court death less in the future, otherwise even I, the Heaven-Piercing Substitute, will be useless.”
Feng He instantly arrived in front of that rift.
And at this moment, Xuan Gui also struck out another sword towards her, his immense water elemental spiritual power causing fear, but she still had the leisure to joke with Ming Zhaoshuang.
“After all, the Heaven-Piercing Substitute is not omnipotent.”
Saying this, Fushuang was placed horizontally in front of Feng He.
Demonic power and spiritual power collided, emitting a violent sound.
Blood splattered. Feng He wiped the corner of her mouth carelessly and said to Ming Zhaoshuang for the last time: “Host, because of energy depletion, I apply to detach.”
As soon as her voice fell, Ming Zhaoshuang felt herself being pulled back from her sea of consciousness and was suddenly pushed into that spatial rift by something unseen.
And when Ming Zhaoshuang looked up in hindsight, all that remained before her was desolation and waste.
Those Mahayana Stage cultivators from the Ju Mang Plays with Spring Technique had all broken free, along with Xuan Gui. Their demonic power surged like a tidal wave, sweeping towards her.
And the rift before her eyes was rapidly shrinking, as if deliberately being closed.
To the point where she could only hear the last voice:
“But next time, I will continue to bind you.”
Fushuang returned to her hand.
Ming Zhaoshuang watched helplessly as the rift completely closed. That faint soul body’s robes fluttered, and she once again held her sword, facing the waves of demonic power capable of destroying heaven and earth alone.
“Changming, return!”
The next instant, a phoenix cry arose, and the long sword broke through the air.
A pale green spiritual flow cut through the silent long night, and a surging sword intent swept across the vast sky.
Only the dance of a phoenix was seen, only the cry of a luan was heard.
These demonic currents, under this long cry, became even more spirited and unstoppable.
However, their master’s eyes suddenly widened.
Changming!
It was actually the divine artifact Changming!
This soul body standing before them could only be the Longming Sword Master of that time, who arrogantly fought against the heavens, the Immortal Crossing Feng He!
No wonder, even though she used wood elemental spiritual power and was only a soul body, she could fight evenly with their Demon Emperor, and even gain the upper hand. No wonder she could tear space with her bare hands and still unleash the Ju Mang Plays with Spring Technique!
It was Feng He.
The one most revered and admired in their Demon Realm.
If it was her, then nothing was impossible.
She caught the long sword, and Feng He glared at Xuan Gui.
“You should have known long ago that the one controlling Ming Zhaoshuang’s body was me.”
Xuan Gui nodded: “But it could have also been someone else.”
In those few moves fighting against Feng He, he had indeed guessed Feng He’s identity. After all, Innate Wood Spirits were so rare in this world, and anyone who could wield a Wood Spirit Root to such an extent could only be Feng He.
Especially since this person arrogantly referred to him as her grandmother at every turn.
In his ancestors’ generation, due to the chaos in the Demon Realm, the remaining Xuan Niao were scarce. There were no females among them, so there could be no grandmother.
But his grandfather did have an sworn elder sister, Feng He.
Therefore, even though Xuan Gui was a bit stunned at first, he had been the Demon Emperor for a hundred years, and it wasn’t difficult for him to guess the identity of the person fighting him.
However, he did not intend to reveal it.
Xuan Gui sneered: “You did indeed slay rebel ministers and support the new emperor, pushing for reforms in our Demon Realm. But ten thousand years have passed, and your achievements should be buried in the earth and die in the records, not be left behind.”
Xuan Gui was too lazy to scold the first-generation Demon Emperor for elevating a woman’s status so highly. Even though the Heavenly Dao did not permit the establishment of temples to Feng He, he could find ways to build new temples for her. In fact, at one point, half of the temples in the Demon Realm were used to pay homage to Feng He.
For them, the dignified Demon Race, why should they worship a Human Woman?
Xuan Gui had always been unable to understand this since he was young.
Especially when he was the Crown Prince, he could feel that the faith of the Demon Realm’s populace in Feng He was higher than that of their Imperial Family.
He was unwilling to see such a situation exist.
Fortunately, Feng He had fought against the heavens back then, and the first-generation Demon Emperor had endured dozens of heavenly tribulations for her, and died in regret within just three hundred years.
Although the second-generation Demon Emperor also respected Feng He, he knew that Feng He’s influence had surpassed the limits he could tolerate. Therefore, he silently tore down Feng He’s temples and falsely attributed Feng He’s deeds to the first-generation Demon Emperor, thereby proving the influence of their Xuan Niao imperial family.
As for Xuan Gui, he admired Feng He, he revered Feng He, and he also wanted to kill Feng He.
Only when she died completely could the deity in the hearts of the Demon Realm’s people, the rightful lineage in the hearts of the Demon Realm’s people, completely belong to their Xuan Niao clan, and not to anyone else.
Therefore, even though he knew who was fighting him, he did not intend to stop.
Feng He yawned: “I knew this would be the result.”
