The riverbank after the Yellow River was diverted was dead silent and filled with a disgusting stench. The abyss ripped open by the dragon soul's self-explosion was like the bloody mouth of a hideous beast, continuously making low hisses, as if venting endless resentment. The thick black mist that seeped out from the cracks seemed to have life, slowly condensing into twisted and painful human faces, each of which was full of struggle. They roared silently, as if they wanted to tell all the sufferings in the world. The rotten smell and the disgusting sweet smell intertwined, filling the entire space, making people want to vomit.
Lin Feng's face was solemn, and he held the Ni Lin Blade tightly with both hands. The dragon shadow on the blade, which was originally dim, seemed to be awakened by some mysterious power at this moment, and it uttered a low and weak hum. Although the sound was subtle, it was particularly clear on the dead river beach, just like a flash of lightning that cut through the darkness. This was the first time that the Ni Lin Blade had moved since the tragic battle, and Lin Feng's heart was filled with an indescribable throbbing. At the same time, the remaining memories before the mirror spirit dissipated, like a tide, surged uncontrollably in his mind: "Deep in the Netherworld rift. perhaps there is a secret to reversing life and death." This voice kept echoing in his heart, like a call from the depths of his soul, driving him to take that firm step.
When Lin Feng resolutely stepped into the crack, a bone-piercing chill, like countless sharp ice needles, rushed straight from the soles of his feet to his head without hindrance, and instantly swept his whole body. He felt that the whole world was being manipulated by a pair of invisible hands, and began to twist and turn like the sky and the earth. The scene in front of him was like a huge mirror that was smashed to pieces. Countless fragments flew in the air, and then reassembled in a weird way. When everything finally calmed down, Lin Feng found himself standing at the gate of Bianjing. However, the Bianjing in front of him was completely different from what he remembered, like a nightmare twisted by evil forces.
Above his head, the huge city wall was like an ancient beast hanging upside down, exuding a chilling sense of oppression. The cracks in the blue bricks on the city wall were covered with strange purple mosses, which seemed to be slowly creeping and emitting a faint glow. On the plaque of the city gate, the two characters "Bianjing" seemed to be stained with blood, and blood beads were constantly oozing out. The blood beads dripped down and hit Lin Feng's shoulders, leaving a piece of shocking red. In the sky, a huge blood moon hung high, reflecting the earth in blood red. Wherever the moonlight reached, the gravel on the ground seemed to be ignited with strange phosphorescent fire, and the blue flames flickered and jumped, as if countless lonely ghosts were crying in sorrow. In the distance, the Bian River, which should have been rushing eastward, was now flowing upstream, forming an extremely spectacular but extremely terrifying upside-down waterfall in the air. Countless pale arms were floating in the turbulent water. They were like imprisoned souls, waving desperately towards Lin Feng, as if asking him for help, and as if wanting to drag him into the endless abyss.
"Welcome to the other side." A hoarse and eerie voice came from behind Lin Feng, like a cold wind in the cold night, making people's backs cold. Lin Feng was shocked and turned around suddenly, only to see the fox demon's residual soul lying on the shoulder of a Kunlun Ruins monk like a lazy cat. The monk had a hideous face and a long scar on his face, like a twisted centipede, crawling all over half of his face. He was the elder who had escaped from the Yellow River ruins. The fox demon's tail was like a flexible venomous snake, tightly wrapped around the monk's neck, and the tip of the tail gently touched the black mark on his forehead. The mark exuded the same evil aura as the Netherworld Crack, as if telling the secret between them.
"Lin Feng, do you think this is the hope of saving her?" The fox demon raised a mocking smile, which was full of cunning and malice. "This is the cage of all the dead souls!" As soon as the voice fell, the tip of the fox demon's tail suddenly threw out a black light as black as ink. The black light was like a black lightning, with a fierce momentum, whistling towards Lin Feng. Lin Feng reacted quickly and dodged to the side. The black light brushed the corner of his clothes and left a deep gully on the ground.
At this moment, countless figures suddenly emerged from the buildings on both sides of the street, like a tide. They were wearing clothes that Lin Feng was familiar with. Some were the simple and kind villagers of Qingtian Village, and some were innocent people who died under the sword of Kunlun Ruins. They all had a strange happy smile on their faces, and their steps were as light as ghosts, slowly walking towards Lin Feng. However, as they gradually approached, Lin Feng was horrified to find that the pupils of these people had already turned into empty gray-black, like an endless abyss, with no bottom. The corners of their mouths were exaggeratedly torn to the roots of their ears, revealing a row of grim fangs, and their nails had become extremely sharp claws, flashing cold light under the reflection of the blood moon.
A ghost in the shape of a child flashed like a ghost, and rushed to Lin Feng in an instant, opening its bloody mouth and biting towards his throat. Between the child's teeth, there was still a half piece of unchewed human flesh hanging, emitting a disgusting stench, which went straight into Lin Feng's nose. Lin Feng felt a chill in his heart, and before he could think about it, the reverse scale blade in his hand was unsheathed with a "swoosh", and the blade flashed a cold light under the reflection of the blood moon. The moment it was unsheathed, the originally dim dragon image was re-injected with vitality, and suddenly let out a thunderous roar.
The reverse scale blade, carrying Lin Feng's anger and determination, drew a graceful and deadly arc in the air. Wherever the blade passed, the bodies of the dead souls were like fragile pieces of paper, easily torn apart. But strangely, no blood gushed out of the wounds, instead, billowing black smoke, which seemed to have life, twisting and struggling in the air, emitting bursts of low wails. Seeing this, the fox demon and the elder of Kunlun Ruins took advantage of the chaos and quickly retreated into the crowd like two cunning mice, disappearing without a trace in the blink of an eye.
Lin Feng waved his Ni Lin Blade, struggling to resist the souls that were pouring in like a tide, while running towards the direction of the Lin Mansion in his memory. In the fierce battle, he accidentally caught a glimpse of a bronze mirror on the street. In the bronze mirror, his image was smiling in a strange manner, and the smile was strange and evil. Moreover, the person in the mirror slowly stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to touch the mirror.
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"Don't look in the mirror!" A familiar voice, like the sound of nature, suddenly sounded in this chaotic battlefield. Lin Feng turned his head suddenly, and saw a bright red dress, like a fallen maple leaf, lightly falling from the upside-down eaves. Lin Wanqiu stood in the air, the dragon horns in her hair were dazzling, like the twinkling stars in the night sky, and the golden dragon pattern was wrapped around her body, exuding a mysterious and powerful aura. However, when Lin Feng's eyes touched her eyes, his heart sank suddenly. Her eyes were empty, like a pool of stagnant water, without the slightest emotional fluctuation, and the whole person was like an exquisite but soulless puppet.
"Wanqiu!" Lin Feng couldn't suppress his excitement and shouted ecstatically. Just as he was about to walk towards her, an ice wall suddenly rose from the ground without any warning. With a "boom", his right arm was frozen in it. The ice wall exuded a bone-chilling cold, and Lin Feng's right arm lost consciousness in an instant. Lin Wanqiu looked down at him from above, her eyes cold, and her voice as cold as a thousand-year-old black ice: "Intruders, die."
Lin Feng felt a sharp pain in his heart. He didn't want to believe what he saw. The scale blade collided fiercely with the ice wall with reluctance and anger. In an instant, dazzling sparks burst out. In this fierce collision, Lin Feng discovered that Lin Wanqiu's red clothes were embroidered with the ice pattern totem of Kunlun Ruins. The familiar and disgusting pattern was like a sharp blade, piercing his heart. Her fingertips were slowly condensing a deadly ice cone, which exuded a cold chill, as if it would shoot towards Lin Feng with the breath of death in the next second.
In the distance, the fox demon's sharp laughter came: "She is no longer your Lin Wanqiu! Here, all the dead must serve the Lord of the Netherworld!" Lin Feng gritted his teeth and let the cold breath continue to erode his right arm. The piercing pain made his forehead covered with sweat. But in his mind, the past since he met Lin Wanqiu kept flashing: the first meeting in Qingtian Village, her smart eyes and bright smile; her firm figure when she did not hesitate to block the attack to protect herself; and her last smile when she cut out her heart and exchanged her soul, like the warm sun in winter, it always warmed his heart.
"I don't believe it!" Lin Feng's inner belief was like a blazing flame, burning more and more vigorously. He roared, using all his strength to forcibly mobilize the remaining dragon power in his body. The dragon power rushed in his body like a surging torrent. The Ni Lin Blade felt this powerful force and burst out with an unprecedented dazzling light, instantly dispelling the surrounding darkness.
In this dazzling light, a subtle fluctuation seemed to flash through the depths of Lin Wanqiu's pupils, as if a faint light of soul was struggling and flickering in this dark world. But this slight fluctuation was fleeting, and soon, her eyes returned to being empty, as if they were completely swallowed by the darkness. She raised her hand and waved it gently, summoning more dead souls. These dead souls seemed to have received some mysterious instructions, no longer fighting on their own, but holding hands, tightly forming a huge human wall, trapping Lin Feng tightly in the center.
At the same time, the fox demon and the elder of Kunlun Ruins were nervously building an altar in another part of the battlefield. They drew black water from the upside-down Bian River, which exuded a disgusting stench, like the water of hell. The two mixed the black water with the flesh and blood of the dead souls and drew a huge and complex formation on the ground. The lines of the formation flashed with strange light, as if telling an ancient and evil spell. In the center of the formation, a bronze door engraved with ancient runes slowly rose from the ground. The patterns on the bronze door were exactly the same as the reverse scales on Lin Feng's bone flute, exuding a mysterious and powerful aura, as if connecting two different worlds.
"As long as we open this door, we can control the power on the other side!" The elder of Kunlun Ruins raised his head and laughed, his laughter was full of greed and madness, "And you, Lin Feng, will be the best sacrifice!" After that, the magic weapon in his hand flashed with a cold light, and fiercely pierced into the heart of a dead soul. As he moved, the blood of the dead soul flowed out, dripping on the formation, and was instantly absorbed. Countless chains, like poisonous snakes crawling out of hell, drilled out from the ground, quickly wrapped around Lin Feng, and in the blink of an eye, they tightly wrapped around his limbs.
Lin Feng only felt that a powerful force was continuously draining from his body. His consciousness began to become blurred, and his memory was like a candle in the wind, swaying. The picture of Lin Wanqiu in his mind gradually became blurred, as if it was about to be completely erased by this dark world. Just when he felt desperate, he looked down at the Ni Lin Blade in his hand. The dragon image on the blade seemed to sense the plight of its owner, and suddenly turned into a stream of light and drilled into his wound. In an instant, a hot and powerful force suddenly erupted in his body like a volcanic eruption, like the fire of hope for rebirth, burning in his heart.
"I won't. let you succeed!" Lin Feng let out a roar that shook the earth, full of indomitable will and determination. He struggled to break the chain, and the moment the chain broke, there was a crisp sound. His eyes were bleeding again because of the excessive force, and the blood slid down his cheeks and dripped onto the ground, blooming into bright red blood flowers. He raised the Ni Lin Blade high, and the blade flashed a cold light under the reflection of the blood moon, and slashed at the bronze door with all his strength.
Wherever the knife light reached, the space seemed to be twisted and collapsed by an invisible hand, and the surrounding air made a "sizzling" sound, as if it was under great pressure. The fox demon on the altar and the elders of Kunlun Ruins watched in horror as the formation gradually broke down, their faces full of fear and despair. Lin Wanqiu's body began to tremble violently under the impact of this powerful force, and cracks appeared on her dragon horns. In her empty eyes, there was a faint struggle of clarity, as if she was fighting a final battle with some evil force.
When the reverse scale blade was about to touch the bronze door, Lin Feng seemed to hear Lin Wanqiu's faint but familiar voice, softly ringing in his ears: "Go. don't look back." This voice was like a spring breeze, carrying endless tenderness and attachment, but also revealing a hint of determination.
Then, a violent explosion resounded throughout the entire Bianjing. The powerful air wave generated by the explosion was like a raging tsunami, shaking the entire city to the point of collapse. Houses collapsed, the ground cracked, and the upside-down waterfall also splashed under the impact of this force. The moment Lin Feng was blown away by the air wave, his eyes were fixed on Lin Wanqiu, only to see her turn into a stream of light, sink into the bronze door, and disappear. The fox demon and the elder of Kunlun Ruins were gradually swallowed by the darkness under the bite of the crazy ghosts, and finally disappeared without a trace.
When Lin Feng slowly opened his eyes again, he found himself back at the entrance of the rift. The Reverse Scale Blade lay quietly beside him, the dragon shadow on the blade had completely disappeared, leaving only a faint tear mark, as if telling the story of this thrilling battle.
