I made the entire cultivation world cry

Chapter 547 The Three-Legged Golden Crow (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

Without further hesitation, Su Lingxian immediately took out a pill to restore her magic power, ate it, and gave one to Jiang Yi as well.

"Thank you!"

Jiang Yi took the pill and made a gesture of tilting her head back to swallow it.

She didn't actually swallow the pill, but instead silently channeled her magic power from her main body to make it appear as if the pill was taking effect.

Su Lingxian slammed her hands together, maneuvering the cracked Dingkun Boat like an arrow released from a bow, transforming it into a resolute silver streak that crashed headlong into the heart of the storm.

In an instant, their vision was swallowed by absolute darkness and a piercing shriek.

Countless jets of jet-black lightning, as thick as buckets, lashed at the air shield like whips, each strike causing it to dent violently and cracks to spread wildly.

The raging southeast wind was no longer wind; it was like a high-speed spinning blade, frantically cutting and tearing at the hull.

The grand formation set up by Jiang Yi blocked most of the attack, but the all-pervasive Xun winds still managed to rush into the interior through the gaps when the formation fluctuated, directly impacting the Dingkun Boat.

The sounds of the ship breaking apart were continuous. Large chunks of metal and remnants of spirit wood were mercilessly stripped away and swept away by the storm. The Dingkun Ship was like a broken ship being devoured by a giant beast, struggling to navigate through the torrent of destruction, and could be completely destroyed at any moment.

Jiang Yi did his best to stabilize the stern, while Yu Qianlang and Su Lingxian also struggled to hold on, their eyes fixed on the stubbornly flickering crimson firebird in front of the Dingkun Boat.

Time seemed to stand still, each breath feeling incredibly long.

at last!

As if traversing an eternal night, the Dingkun Boat suddenly felt lighter!
The violent sounds, the tearing force, and the all-consuming darkness... vanished in an instant!
The immense inertia propelled the battered Dingkun Boat past the edge of the dark storm and into an unusually calm sea.

The destructive storm that had just struck them had formed a towering, churning, and roaring black wall of wind behind them, like an apocalyptic barrier, tightly enveloping the area.

Within the fortified walls, the sea was smooth as a mirror, calm and undisturbed, the sky was a clear azure, and the air was filled with a strange tranquility and vitality.

The stark contrast left Su Lingxian and Yu Qianlang astonished, giving them a strong sense of unreality.

Knowing that this was the eye of the storm, Jiang Yi remained calm, her gaze fixed on the distant, barren, black, rocky island.

To be precise, it was atop the highest black rock in the center of the isolated island, where an incredibly intense and pure golden-red flame was burning fiercely!

The shape of the flames was that of a three-legged golden crow with outstretched wings, looking down proudly at the sky!
It exudes a majestic, ancient, and untamed aura, like the embodiment of the sun, its light enveloping the entire island.

Jiang Yi was almost crying with joy. It was indeed the Demon Lord Xuanhui; she would never mistake him for someone else!

Just as she was about to step forward, a violent tremor suddenly came from beneath her feet. The Dingkun Boat let out a few last low, mournful cries, completely losing all its spiritual light and disintegrating.

The three people on the boat stepped back and stood suspended in the sea. At this moment, no one cared about how they would get back. Yu Qianlang had already rushed towards the deserted island.

Just as Yu Qianlang was about to step onto the black, rocky islet, the golden crow firebird perched atop the giant rock suddenly took flight, its wings spreading and casting a scorching, all-encompassing shadow.

At the edge of the isolated island, the originally cold black reefs instantly burst into flames that shot into the sky. The golden-red flames transformed into dozens of long whips of fire, lashing out at Yu Qianlang from all directions with a shrill whistling sound that tore through the air.

"careful!"

Su Lingxian's exclamation followed immediately.

Yu Qianlang's expression changed drastically. His longsword erupted with a blinding blue light, sword energy crisscrossing and weaving into a dense net to protect his body. Clang! Clang! Clang!
The violent collisions echoed one after another, and sparks flew everywhere.

The flaming whip clashed fiercely with the sword net, each impact causing Yu Qianlang's blood to surge and his arms to go numb.

Although he managed to block most of the direct strikes from the fire whips, the terrifying heat contained in the flames still scorched his protective qi through the sword net. Two more cunning fire whips broke through his defenses and lashed hard at his left shoulder and the outside of his right leg.

Yu Qianlang groaned as his clothes on his shoulder instantly charred, his skin torn open, revealing bone, and a piercing, burning pain shot through his calf, causing him to freeze in mid-air.

The raging flames surged wildly into his meridians, attempting to burn away his spiritual power.

In the critical moment, the seemingly ordinary oil-paper umbrella in Su Lingxian's hand suddenly opened and hovered above Yu Qianlang's head.

A soft yellow light descended just in time, forming a tough light barrier that blocked all the fiery whips attacking Yu Qianlang. The light barrier rippled slightly under the scorching flames, but remained exceptionally stable.

Tiny specks of emerald green starlight spilled from inside the umbrella, precisely blending into the wounds all over Yu Qianlang's body.

The domineering flames were quickly dispelled, and the charred wounds healed at a visible speed. Although they could not be fully restored instantly, the intense pain was greatly relieved.

Su Lingxian's expression was solemn as she maintained the defense of the oil-paper umbrella while continuing to heal Yu Qianlang's injuries.

"Don't let it get close!"

Despite his pain, Yu Qianlang reminded Su Lingxian to step back and stood alone in front of her to deal with the fire whip.

But the golden crow firebird in the sky let out a violent shriek, and its huge fiery body suddenly swooped down, its golden-flamed claws tearing through the air and grabbing at Yu Qianlang's head. Its power far exceeded that of the previous fiery whip!

With a loud bang, Su Lingxian's umbrella, which was hanging above Yu Qianlang's head, was instantly knocked away.

Just as the Golden Crow's claws were about to strike Yu Qianlang's head, a figure darted into the battlefield like a ghost.

"Bind!"

Jiang Yi controlled Fu Liu, whose hand wielded the talisman brush with lightning speed, outlining strange runes that shimmered with blue water light in the air.

Fu Wen created several semi-transparent chains made of pure water-based spiritual energy, which cleverly wrapped around the Golden Crow's enormous fiery body, slowing down its movements.

Chi Chi Chi!
The moment the water chain touched the Golden Crow Firebird, it emitted a large amount of white vapor, which was quickly evaporated, clearly unable to truly restrain this terrifying fire spirit.

But Yu Qianlang took advantage of the momentary delay to swiftly dodge the fatal blow and had a chance to catch his breath.

Jiang Yi also keenly noticed the moment he made contact with the Golden Crow Firebird that although the aura on this firebird was that of the Xuanhui Origin Fire, the firebird had no intelligence and was like a machine with a pre-programmed sequence, preventing everyone from getting close to the island.

Without intelligence, she wouldn't recognize him, and there would be no possibility of communication.

We cannot fight it head-on, nor can we severely damage its core!
Jiang Yi made a decision in an instant. Xuan Hui's primordial fire was here, and her master and Long Ri Zhenjun must have a great connection with this place. She would first see if there was a way to get to the island.

"Fellow Daoist Yu, Fellow Daoist Su! This is the spirit guarding the restriction. It has lost its intelligence and only has brute force. Let's work together to open a gap, suppress it temporarily, and then rush in."

Jiang Yi spoke very quickly, and at the same time, his talisman brush moved again, this time drawing solid, earth-yellow runes, like a solid barrier, superimposed on Su Lingxian's umbrella, to jointly resist the continuous fire bombardment and diving claw attacks of the Golden Crow Firebird.

Yu Qianlang gritted his teeth and nodded. His sword light rose again, coordinating with Fu Liu's talismanic techniques. He did not seek to harm the enemy, but only to find a weakness in the raging flames.

　There's an extra chapter coming!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)