inspire-indiana Chapter 481 We Will Eventually Meet Again
Chapter 481 We Will Eventually Meet Again
Using a teleportation technique that spanned thousands of miles, Xue Lan, who had slain a fifteenth-realm demon lord, felt a sharp pain in her soul in the lower realm.
His gray eyes couldn't see people, but they would turn black intermittently.
It felt like someone was constantly waving their hand in front of Xue Lan's eyes.
Jin Guang held the hand of the person beside him as if he were holding a piece of ice that was constantly seeping water, and his heart was filled with worry.
"Aren't you in the lower realm? Go back right now!"
Xue Lan clearly hadn't expected the sword spirit's first words to be to send her away. She gave a weary smile and said:
"You went to the mortal realm to look for me when I wasn't here, and now that I'm here, you want to send me away!"
"How could I... cough cough!"
"How come he's just as unreasonable as Ao Zhu?"
Jin Guang grabbed Xue Lan's wrist, and the woman leaned against her.
"I really can't hold on any longer, I have to go back." Xue Lan smiled at her, her overly cold expression from the earlier battle now softened.
The woman's voice sounded incredibly gentle, but her words sent chills down one's spine:
"Activate the grand formation! Kill all cultivators below the fifteenth realm without mercy!"
"it is good!"
Jin Guang looked at Xue Lan's somewhat pale face.
"You must return to the lower realm immediately!"
Xue Lan pouted, her voice sounding somewhat forlorn:
"What's the rush!"
"When you were confronting this group of people just now, two little mice went into the Thousand Mountains and Light Ink Painting. I sent someone in to tease them."
"Release them properly, lest they delay my grand gift."
Jin Guang's eyes flickered slightly as the woman channeled demonic power into Xue Lan's body and spoke:
"A person who can enter the Thousand Mountains and Light Ink Painting right under my nose?"
Xue Lan couldn't help but chuckle softly as she recalled Xue Tong's appearance.
"His cultivation level isn't very high, but his concealment skills are quite good."
The woman pointed to the half of the three-headed python lying in front of the two of them:
"I'll have her come and get my dragon bone whip later, and the two of you can meet."
"Cough, cough, cough!"
At this point, Xue Lan couldn't help but cough a few more times, but unfortunately, there was no longer any flowing blood in the demon body that had been dead for many years.
So even if there's a hollow sound in your lungs, you can't cough up any blood.
"Alright, let's activate the formation!"
"If people see Changjun disappear again, the situation will get out of control."
Jin Guang gave Xue Lan a deep look, then transmitted his voice to Xue Ji and the others:
"Open the formation!"
The pale blue array outside Beiyue City opened, and the two old men on Lingyue Cliff exchanged a glance, both seeing excitement in each other's eyes.
"That demonic power just now!"
Xue Ji waved his sleeve.
"It's my aunt."
Lang Zhen nodded to the side, and then the two of them transformed into streaks of light and flew towards the vast world in front of Beiyue City.
Before seeing the Lord, let's kill all those who deserve to die!
The two lords still had plans to return and pay their respects to Xue Lan, unaware that the wolf chieftain in Beiyue City was a puppet on strings. When they mobilized the entire city, he completely lost his strength and fell into Jin Guang's arms.
At the same time, the woman in the Xuanhuang Sect punched her chest with her unbound hand and then spat out a mouthful of blood.
"I'm leaving!"
As Jin Guang watched Xue Lan in his arms slowly close her eyes, a sudden surge of immense panic welled up in his heart.
"Xue Lan!"
The woman's voice trembled slightly:
"You really went back to the lower realm, right?"
"Really!" The woman, who had closed her eyes, struggled to open them.
"Emberlight, we will truly reunite someday!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Jin Guang realized that part of the divine soul that had filled the demon's body had been extracted, and the woman in his arms had turned into a huge headless white wolf.
And she was holding the demon's forepaws.
Inside the Xuanhuang Sect, the red thread on Xue Lan's hand snapped in an instant. The woman raised her hand to cover her chest, watching the wisps of demonic energy seeping out from between her fingers.
The dark demonic energy reappeared around Xue Lan, transforming into a demonic presence. The woman's tone was quite disdainful:
"How could a demonic body, bound by the threads of cause and effect and pulled by the soul's pull, faint?"
Xue Lan raised her hand to her chest to catch her breath, and smiled as she spoke:
"Otherwise what? Just jumping around waiting to get beaten up."
The woman wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, then transmitted her voice to Xue Tong:
"Xiao Tong, Xiao..."
Xue Lan abruptly cut her off halfway through her sentence, a gentle smile playing on her lips:
"How are you doing over there?"
In the landscape painting "A Thousand Mountains in Light Ink," Xue Tong sits by the river and touches the ear of the little white wolf beside him. Startled, the wolf jumps up, but looks around and sees no one.
"Everything is ready." The girl smiled and nodded.
"Xue Lan, I strongly suggest you take Lu Feng with you when you're on business in the future. It's incredibly effective."
"That's good. There's still a task here."
"Could you go to Emberlight's place and get something for me?"
The smile on Xue Tong's face vanished instantly.
Xue Lan asked her to go to Jin Guang to get something?
After silently repeating the sentence three times in her mind, the girl quietly spoke:
"There's no risk of being killed, right?"
Xue Lan's tone was clearly amused: "How could that be? You're so cute!"
Xue Tong: ……
All the demon races in the Northern River Valley mobilized to hunt down the many demon lords who had previously been in Beiyue City. A thorough revenge by the wolf clans had begun.
In the vast snow-covered plains of the Northern Region, blood stained the Baichuan River in an instant.
Below lay a vast expanse of white snow. A young man in a dark blue robe moved through the clouds, speaking to someone nearby while remaining concealed.
"Fellow Daoist Bai, we're almost at the border of the Northern Region River. Those madmen from the Wolf Clan won't be chasing us, will they?"
Standing beside the young man was an elderly man in a brown brocade robe, who smiled and spoke upon hearing this:
"Your Highness is from the Pure Water Palace, so Lord Changjun should still consider the Third Palace Master's feelings."
It would have been better if he hadn't mentioned Ao Zhu; the moment he did, the young man's expression turned deathly pale.
He abruptly stopped in his tracks, too afraid to move an inch above the clouds.
The old man on the side looked at him with some doubt:
"Your Highness, what's wrong with you?"
The old man's tone was tinged with panic and anxiety.
He originally followed the Fourth Prince of the Pure Water Palace because he was confident in the friendship between Ao Zhu and Xue Lan, so that even if he was captured by the Wolf Clan, they wouldn't make things difficult for him.
We're about to leave the Northern Region River, so why is our ancestor suddenly stopping here?!
"Your Highness, we are about to leave Beiyuchuan!"
"Please leave now, senior!"
Just as the old man was getting anxious, a chilling female voice suddenly came from behind them.
The old man's back was instantly soaked with sweat. He turned around stiffly and saw that the originally white and soft clouds had turned dark at some point.
Beneath those layers of dark clouds stood a woman dressed in a light purple gown.
"You are...ah!"
Before he could even utter a question, the old man let out a scream.
The woman who was just a short distance away from the two of them appeared in front of him in an instant, and with a wave of her hand, her sharp dragon claw ripped out one of his hearts.
He struggled to turn his eyes to the young man beside him, and saw him kneeling above the clouds, whispering:
"Sister!"