Embers of Sword

Chapter 494 Yin Yang Mirror

The two streaks of light entangled and fought fiercely, leaving the main hall and heading deep into the secret tomb. They traveled for more than ten miles before finally crashing into a small mountain and coming to a stop.

It must be said that the interior of the Bai Ze Secret Mausoleum is truly like a complete world, with rugged mountains and surging lakes along the way.

The only drawback is that it's too dark, making it difficult to see clearly.

"Rumble..."

Qin Qianlian stared expressionlessly at the sunken mountain wall.

In the previous exchange, he had a slight advantage and ultimately blasted the Plague Taoist into the mountainside.

However, he was also injured. He forcefully pulled out the "broken blade" that was stuck in his lower abdomen and threw it on the ground. The broken blade was made of an unknown material and was extremely crisp, shattering into pieces on the ground.

"Cough cough."

The Plague Taoist coughed deeply and slowly emerged from the smoke and dust with a sinister expression.

The black feather cloak was torn in several places.

He was injured in many battles along the way... It has to be said that Qin Qianlian is indeed very strong. He fought against him while carrying the "plague", and was still able to gain the upper hand.

only.

Judging by the time, the poison should be fully taking effect by now.

"Chichichi..."

A faint burning sound echoed in the void.

Qin Qianlian frowned and lowered her head.

He raised his palm, and half of the snow-white lightning that enveloped his entire body was stained black by the corrosive effects of the poison.

A slight dizziness welled up in my heart.

"Fellow Daoist Qin."

The Plague Taoist said with a forced smile, "This doesn't feel good, does it... If I were you, I would never leave the main hall so easily. With that guy surnamed Qian around, I might have lived a little longer."

"..."

Qin Qianlian took a deep breath.

He steadied himself, chuckled softly, and asked in a hoarse voice, "So what do you think was the reason I left the main hall?"

"Oh?"

Plague Taoist raised an eyebrow.

"Even a fool like you knows that leaving the main hall will mean death..."

Qin Qianlian spoke slowly, "If I didn't have a backup plan, how could I dare to do this?"

The Plague Taoist was stunned for a moment. The next instant, the mountain rocks behind him shattered, and a shadow, blending into the shadows, burst forth from the rocks. A powerful arm pierced through the Plague Taoist's back, directly grasping his heart—

"???"

The plague-ridden man's pupils contracted.

From beginning to end, he did not sense the existence of this second aura!
He had experienced and witnessed most of the escape techniques in this world.

This sudden, hidden attack... reminded him of a sacred Taoist artifact that had been destroyed many years ago.

The Yin-Yang Mirror!
What puzzled the Plague Daoist the most was that the aura of the person who appeared at this moment was extremely yin and evil.

As the next head of the Longevity Hall, how could Qin Qianlian, who has always been upright and incorruptible, have such a "filthy" hidden trick?

All of this happened too fast.

The Plague Taoist had no time to react.

"Should we kill him?"

A low laugh echoed in the wind.

"Kill them quickly."

Qin Qianlian looked at the Plague Daoist with disgust, without the slightest hesitation.

After a fierce battle, they finally arrived at this remote place, not only to avoid the people in the main hall, but also to complete their "reunion".

After stepping into the abyss.

A call rang out from Qin Qianlian's heart lake.

This is the supernatural power of "smoke evil".

After parting ways at Qingfu Mountain, "Yanxie" went to the Paper Doll Path and never returned, instead disappearing into the Abyss... This place is where the two met.

"I've heard that this 'Plague Taoist' also has five Plague Children. These are rare celestial puppets in the world."

Yan Xie said with some regret, "It's a pity... we won't be able to see it."

He opened his mouth.

As he exerted his strength, his five fingers crushed the Plague Daoist's heart, blood spurting out and his liver and gallbladder ruptured. The battle thus came to an end... Yan Xie withdrew his blood-soaked hand and slowly emerged from the shadows of the mountain rocks. He shook his hand, coldly glancing to the side. The Plague Daoist, his eyes vacant, knelt on the ground with a thud, his body limp, crashing down heavily, kicking up a puddle of dust.

Who could have imagined that the dignified eldest disciple of Mo Daoren would die such a pathetic death?
But battles between cultivators are often this cruel.

If the strength is not similar, who would be willing to fight three hundred rounds?
A surprise attack can often determine the victor in an instant.

The three major sects have always been adept at assassinations.

But now, the Plague Taoist has died because of his own actions, reaping the consequences of his own actions.

"The Heavenly Puppet Sect possesses the 'Substitute Corpse Technique'."

Yan Xie sighed and said, "If it were just a matter of crushing his heart, this person could have escaped by transferring his soul into a 'corpse puppet.' Unfortunately, he ran into me. I just destroyed his heart lake as well. If you're willing to wait a little longer... I'd like to see just how far his 'Five Plague Children' cultivation has progressed..."

"Stop talking nonsense."

Seeing the Plague Daoist die a tragic death, Qin Qianlian finally stopped trying to be brave. He slowly found a spot on the mountain wall to sit down and withdrew his protective lightning.

A jet-black handprint appeared where the Plague Taoist had struck.

Qin Qianlian's lips were pale as she gritted her teeth and asked, "Can you cure this guy's 'Great Plague Palm'?"

"Naturally."

Yan Xie squatted down in front of Qin Qianlian and said with a smile, "Call me 'Good Senior Brother' and I'll heal you right away."

"..."

Qin Qianlian remained expressionless and silent.

"Ok."

After waiting for a while, Qin Qianlian showed no reaction whatsoever.

Yan Xie, feeling foolish, shrugged.

He understood his junior's personality.

If you really have to call out "Good senior brother" to survive...

Qin Qianlian will probably choose to die like this, right?

Yan Xie finally extended his palm: "Relax. Withdraw your divine sense and do not resist... The more pure and innocent the Great Plague Palm encounters, the more impure and corrupt it becomes. Either your cultivation is sufficient to eliminate it directly, or you will be plagued by the plague and eventually die a painful death."

"Well……"

Qin Qianlian let out a low, muffled groan.

He closed his eyes, veins bulging on his forehead.

Qin Qianlian felt as if he had fallen into an endless abyss. The pain in his flesh and blood gradually spread, eventually penetrating his bone marrow and then his soul, and the dizziness continued to intensify.

The Plague Taoist's magic was extremely evil.

How could someone who could be accepted as the first disciple by the three sect leaders be an ordinary person?
If Yan Xie hadn't arrived in time, the "attack" wouldn't have been successfully carried out with the [Yin Yang Mirror].

So, this battle...

I'm afraid I'll have to pay a very heavy price.

"Chucky!"

Yan Xie placed his palm on Qin Qianlian's wound. The sickly man held his breath and exerted a little force. The poison from the Great Plague Palm flowed like water from his palm and gathered towards his forearm. However, Yan Xie did not show any pain. He just silently watched as the poison entered his arm, turning into small snakes that slithered through his meridians before disappearing.

After a while.

Qin Qianlian's energy and blood had recovered considerably. He slowly opened his eyes, frowning as he looked at Yan Xie: "...Are you alright?"

He could feel that the toxins in his body were being absorbed by the smoke demon.

This level of poison won't just disappear into thin air.

The evil spirit helped him cure his illness by swallowing the plague poison into his body.

"got used to."

Yan Xie smiled faintly and asked curiously, "Even without me, the Plague Daoist might not be your match. How did you end up in this state?"

"I killed the Corpse Taoist."

Qin Qianlian looked down at his chest. Although the plague had dissipated, the palm print was still there.

He said calmly, "As the price... I took this blow."

What did I say about you before?

Upon hearing this, Yan Xie shook his head and said meaningfully, "Too young, too impatient... Why be in such a hurry to kill someone?"

"Stop rambling."

Qin Qianlian stood up, his face expressionless, and asked, "What's going on in this godforsaken place? Where is the others?"

(End of this chapter)