Decaying World

Chapter 166 Burning Four (Thanks to Alliance Leader Xie San San)
"It's alright without me. We managed to trap him in time with that relic. Quick! Do it!!"

Black Knife coughed up blood, his face pale, and sat on the ground urging them on.

Bai Dao knew what he was talking about, so he immediately stood up, turned around, and unleashed his aura as a high priest without restraint.

It is an invisible force radiating from internal strength combined with illusory strength, and then combined with exaggerated spiritual consciousness.

"Myriad Transformations Divine Technique!" At this moment, the black blade also reached out and placed its hand on the white blade's back. The two's power was connected, and their mental consciousness synchronized in that instant.

'Kui Yin!'

Both of them simultaneously twisted their brows, revealing a strange symbol resembling a crescent moon.

Not far away, Lin Hui stood in place with his sword. The secret technique he had just used to kill Cang Yuelan had only made him retreat quickly and then jump upwards to dodge, which had only slightly slowed down his rhythm.

The so-called nine-layered net of illusory power is meaningless if it cannot reach the enemy.

Just as he was about to finish off the two, an invisible pressure suddenly acted on his entire body, rendering him unable to move.

He tried to struggle, but only managed to loosen his grip slightly.

laugh!
The next instant, he casually swung his sword, cleaving the invisible restraint head-on.

After Purgatory strengthened his body, his power increased so much that he was practically unrecognizable from before.

This also led to the improvement of his only previous weakness.

In a head-on battle, with a hard enough sword, fast enough speed, and strong enough force, a perfect triangular stable structure was formed.

Even without the Purgatory Transformation and the inability to fully unleash its power, it is still four to five times its former strength.

This power, combined with a body tempering technique that is even faster than before, plus the speed-up effect, further enhances the experience.
The impact it brought was instantly elevated to a new level.

Just as he broke free of the invisible restraints, the Black and White Blade Brothers, not far away, simultaneously released a new wave of energy.

The fluctuation, from the moment it appeared, bypassed the intermediate distance and directly affected Lin Hui.

He suddenly felt his body sink, and his brows furrowed slightly.

"What is this? Knowing it's about to die, its last struggle?"

He casually swung his Ruyi, but the sharp longsword suddenly gave him a faint sense of unfamiliarity.

"Hmm!?" Lin Hui glanced at the Black and White Blade brothers, who looked like they were facing a formidable enemy, and vaguely sensed that something was wrong. He stopped in his tracks.

"High Priest?" He guessed the other party's level.

"You're not the High Priest?!" Only now, after successfully unleashing his divine killing move on Lin Hui, did Bai Dao realize that Lin Hui, who had been dominating the two brothers, was not a High Priest at all!
Because if they were of the same level, the ultimate move of the Divine Technique would inevitably be met with fierce resistance.

Judging from the results just now, the divine technique took effect very smoothly and directly.

"Of course not." After beating the two men, Lin Hui's anger had eased somewhat, and his emotions had calmed down.

He carefully raised his sword, sensing every slight change in his body.

"I see. Is it the weight? It has changed my perception of the Ruyi Sword's weight. No wonder the sword feels heavy."

"Since you don't understand the Divine Technique, then today, I'll let you see the Myriad Transformations Divine Technique that my brother and I cultivate together!" Bai Dao gripped his sword with both hands, bent down, and stared intently at Lin Hui.

At this moment, he did not regard Lin Hui as a low-level martial artist. Even if the other party did not understand the Divine Technique, he dared not relax in the slightest and still regarded him as his most dangerous opponent at this time.

"Myriad Transformations Divine Technique." Lin Hui raised his sword, gripping it with both hands as well. "Everything has its limits, so where are your limits?"

call!
As he raised the Ruyi high, an invisible current of air rapidly swirled around him.

"wind."

He called softly.

This time, he did not use the Gale Sword Technique.

But
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Inside Qingfeng Temple.

Mingxia, who was constantly asking Wang Hongshi for the perfect version of the Qingfeng Sword, suddenly frowned and looked up at the sky.

The foggy sky suddenly began to churn.

Large amounts of fog began to swirl, slowly forming tiny, blurry vortices above the town.

"The sea was perfectly calm just now, where did the wind come from?"

Even with her keen senses, she couldn't detect how this swirling airflow was formed.

But all sorts of strange and unusual relics could be found in the mist, so Mingxia thought for a moment and decided to focus on what was in front of her.

Anyway, with the Moon Tower standing, the sky won't fall down.

The disciples who were practicing swordsmanship inside the temple also saw the change in the weather with their own eyes.

The mist, which rarely moves normally, is now slowly swirling, forming a vortex. This novel sight has attracted many disciples to stop practicing their swordsmanship and watch the changes in the mist, lost in thought.

For some reason, they vaguely sensed a trace of the perfect essence of the Qingfeng Sword from this change.

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Lin House.

Lin Shunhe was dozing off with his chin resting on his hand. A pile of account books was scattered in front of him, a mess, and there was a large candlestick that had been burning all night on the table.

Just as he was dozing off, he suddenly shuddered and opened his eyes to look at the sky outside the window.

The low-altitude fog, which was usually unchanging, was now slowly rotating, forming a huge, indistinct vortex.

Lin Shunhe clicked his tongue in amazement, pondered for a moment, took out a pale yellow calendar from the table drawer, opened it, and wrote down this strange sight at the bottom of today's page.

Aside from making money, his greatest hobby is recording these strange and unusual things.

He planned to record these strange events in a book when he got old, and he had already chosen a name for it: "Lin's Notes".

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At the edge of the fog wall, Dragon Princess and the crocodile-masked man were talking together when they suddenly stopped and looked up at the sky above the town.

"How can the outer city have this kind of weather?" Long Ji asked in surprise.

“I don’t know.” The crocodile-masked man shook his head. “But I must say, this vortex looks quite nice.” He gazed at the sky above the town with great interest.

"I have a feeling that the weather is a bit off," Long Ji said, stroking her chin thoughtfully.

"What's wrong with it? It couldn't have been caused by someone stirring it up with a stick, could it?" the crocodile mask said speechlessly.

“That’s true.” Long Ji smiled as well. “Alright, let’s continue with our previous topic. Where were we?”

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Boundary zone.

Countless wisps of mist swirled and rotated in the sky, forming a gray-white vortex that pressed down on the earth.

Lin Hui gently held the Ruyi horizontally, and the special effects surrounding him frantically absorbed the countless air currents generated by the Typhoon Sword Technique.

Layer upon layer of airflow, under the control of the Typhoon Sword Technique, was compressed into the surrounding wind, forming an airflow armor that was far more robust than before.

At this moment, a fierce wind was howling around him, sweeping and blowing up most of the surrounding objects, such as soil, gravel, and the remains of wooden houses, causing them to spin in circles around him.

Some of the lightweight residue had already turned into a ring of grayish-black matter, mixed with the mist, and swirled wildly around Lin Hui.

From a distance, it looked as if a gray-black ring with a diameter of more than ten meters had appeared around him.

The Black and White Knife brothers were completely dumbfounded.

They had lived most of their lives and seen countless masters and powerful figures, but this scene before them, this grand spectacle, was something they had never witnessed before.

Above us was a vortex of fog that almost covered the entire town.

Before them was a gray-black cyclone ring, more than ten meters in diameter, encircling Lin Hui.

And there was also the raging, violent airflow that was everywhere around us.

Unbeknownst to them, a cold, oppressive feeling quietly rose in their hearts.

Their bodies and limbs were subtly bound by layers of invisible air currents. These currents were like invisible ropes and shackles, making every movement, even speaking, feel extremely strenuous.

"Is the influence of the divine decree still there?!" Black Knife asked through gritted teeth, enduring the increasingly heavy burden on his body.

"It's still working!! But the problem is, we have no idea how these things were formed!!" White Knife shouted.

At this moment, within a radius of several hundred meters around the two, the wind howled and the air currents swirled at high speed. The gradually forming enormous traction force forced the two to constantly expend energy to resist and stabilize themselves.

"Retreat!!" Seeing Lin Hui's eyes slowly turning towards them, Black Knife finally couldn't hold on any longer and managed to utter a difficult word.

"What about the relics?!" Bai Dao was unwilling to give up.

"Even the most precious relics are useless if you're alive to use them! Retreat!!" Black Blade transmitted again.

"Before he adapts to the mental modifications of the Myriad Transformations Divine Technique! Quickly!"

The Myriad Transformations Divine Technique, as a high-ranking killing move, is the ability to modify an opponent's perception of weight by expending a great deal of mental energy.

If the two of them work together under normal circumstances, this ability can affect the opponent's perception of all weights below 1,000 kilograms.

They don't need to increase their weight completely; they can simply change their opponent's perception of weight during a fight to easily expose a weakness and thus win the match in one blow.

However, at this moment, as the two were revising Lin Hui's understanding, for some reason, they had a feeling of trepidation.

It was as if something could explode at any moment.

This feeling became even more pronounced after the surrounding violent air currents began to surge.

The two made a quick decision and stood up to retreat rapidly.

But he had just gotten up.

"Where is he?!" Bai Dao shuddered, realizing that Lin Hui, who had just been standing there bound by the divine technique, had vanished.

He looked around, trying to pinpoint Lin Hui's location.

But the violent vortex of air, mixed with fog and dust, obscured vision, making it impossible to see anything.

Beyond five meters, everything is a blur. A gray haze obscures everything.

"Brother!?" Suddenly he realized something was wrong and turned to look at Black Knife.

To his horror, he discovered that behind Black Knife, a figure stood quietly, raising his hand and gently touching the wound on the back of Black Knife's neck with his index finger.

Black Knife stood motionless, his entire body flushed red, convulsing violently.

Bai Dao suddenly activated his divine technique, but it failed him; Lin Hui's figure vanished into the raging wind like a bubble.

All that remained was the constantly twitching black knife, which began to act increasingly abnormally.

"Brother, what's wrong! Brother!?" Bai Dao rushed over to support Hei Dao.

But next second.

Black Knife fell silent immediately.

Immediately after
puff! !

A violent, illusory blade slash, with more than twice the terrifying power of the previous one, struck the side of Bai Dao's neck.

Blood splattered, blown by the wind, and pulled out, like a bewitching red spider lily in full bloom.

The white-haired man's head flew high into the air, his expression blank and wooden, bewildered, before finally being swallowed by the wind and becoming part of its rapidly spinning form.

(End of this chapter)