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第三千三百七十五章 月儿闪亮登场(上)

"Quickly!"

Yan Gui raised his right hand and pointed it forward with one finger.

As he did so, the space around them began to ripple. Several high-grade treasures unexpectedly exploded.

Gale-force winds spread out in all directions, and a series of light halos emerged from the void.

Then these light halos merged together, increasing their volume significantly before enveloping Yan Gui's figure.

On the surface of the light halos, tiny rune-like symbols began to emerge, emitting threads ofthe power of the law. Although Yan Gui could not clearly see his own form, he heard a muffled and ancient incantation through the air, clear and sharp in his ears.

"This...?"

Lin Xuan's pupils constricted slightly. He had somehow heard about this secret technique before, but he couldn't quite recall the specifics.

Was it the Six-Word Evil Ghost Curse?

Indeed, it was one of the seventy-two secret techniques within that curse, requiring the sacrifice of several high-grade treasures to be used.

Although Lin Xuan could not remember the exact details, he surmised that its power would be formidable.

Sure enough, before his thoughts were fully formed, a huge lotus flower emerged from the light halos.

A black ghost lotus!

The lotus bloomed, revealing a massive evil ghost's head with fangs exposed and an extremely terrifying appearance.

It began to gnash its teeth, emitting a strange cackling sound. Then it suddenly opened its mouth wide, spewing out a wave of阴 wind.

Wherever this阴 wind passed, the air twisted and blurred, threads ofthe power of the law radiating outward as if freezing the very void itself.

A "pfft" sounded in his ears, and one of the leading waves of sword energy was truly frozen by this eerie阴 wind.

Coldness Rule?

No, he had also grasped this rule. The current manifestation clearly differed from what he remembered.

Lin Xuan didn't have time to ponder further as he was already enraged at that moment.

What did a mere Six-Word Evil Ghost Curse matter? He would not be stopped by such a trivial technique.

"Fall!"

With a mighty shout, the heart-stirring sound of breaking air echoed in his ears. Multicolored sword energy flashed brilliantly like a tempest, pouring towards the opponent.

Clanging sounds filled his ears as if raindrops hitting banana leaves. Although several leading waves were easily frozen by this strange阴 wind, those that followed persisted relentlessly.

As a result, multicolored glass-like shards of light, dazzling and numerous, surged like a tidal wave, sweeping over the opponent.

Sweat dripped from Yan Gui's face. Despite having learned one secret technique from the Six-Word Evil Ghost Curse, his attack was too fierce to be repelled.

Should this defense fall, he would meet his end in soul-shattering despair.

...

Meanwhile, Moon's situation grew increasingly perilous.

The Yellow Springs Mother and the Phantom Messenger had infiltrated her hiding place. Originally, their plan was to silently take down Moon's head.

With the reincarnated Arurah girl dead, the battle would be won.

However, achieving this goal proved far from easy.

Indeed, the King of Arura today was no longer as formidable as before. Moon had not yet recovered her former power that even true immortals feared.

Now, the Netherworld's realm was no longer hers to rule; the other five kings harbored sinister intentions.

But despite this, there were still many loyal remnants from her past. A thousand-legged worm may die but does not rot completely.

Those who remained faithful to Moon knew that while anyone could fall, the safety of the King must be ensured at all costs.

Thus, even as the siege raged on fiercely, Moon's residence was guarded with extreme vigilance.

Apart from patrolling experts and numerousrule suppression, there were countless barriers in place.

This made it impossible for the Yellow Springs Mother to easily breach them.

After carefully advancing for some time, they finally encountered a barrier.

Instantly, the air grew cold as piercing sounds of breaking air resounded.

The warning barrier was no match for the Yellow Springs Mother. However, this exposure inevitably revealed their forms to the surrounding cultivators.

Seeing the rush of cultivators from all directions, Phantom's face showed signs of annoyance: "Mother, what should we do now?"

"How?" The Yellow Springs Mother's face wore a sneer: "Now that things have come to this, can we give up halfway? A few low-grade and spirit-stage ghostly creatures dare to stand in our way. We'll just charge through them today. I must take Arurah's head."

Before the words left her lips, she flicked her sleeves, causing a gust of阴 wind. Ghost flames emerged from her sleeves, exploding with a "bang" as sparks flew everywhere.

Though unremarkable at first glance, any contact with these sparks would ignite the entire body.

Bleeding Flame!

The Yellow Springs Mother was no ordinary being; her divine powers were awe-inspiring. With just this display, she caused chaos and wailing.

Moon was in grave danger.

However, she remained unaware of it as the barrier had not been fully breached yet, preventing any sounds from reaching her.

...

This was a refined courtyard, about several acres in size, with a tranquil environment that seemed no different from an ordinary noble family's residence.

"Uncle Meng, you sent me out. Now that the battle is going poorly and everyone is fighting hard, how can I stay here idly?"

A clear voice echoed, filled with anxiety yet melodious like a nightingale.

If Lin Xuan were present, he would be overwhelmed with emotion because this voice was so familiar—still haunting his dreams after countless years, making him yearn for it without cease.

"Moon, listen. It's too dangerous outside. You can't go out yet."

Another melodious voice entered his ears, laden with concern and determination that could not be denied.

In a tastefully decorated room, two women stood—one young and the other older.

The younger woman appeared to be in her early twenties, dressed in white, with a delicate beauty that captivated all who saw her. Her innocence was striking; just one glance would make anyone feel inferior. Yet, she exuded an approachable aura like a next-door sister, making one feel refreshed and cherished.

Thousands of years had passed, but Moon seemed unchanged, as if from yesterday.

If anything, she looked even more beautiful now.

However, her features and appearance were still familiar—recognizable at first glance.

At this moment, the young girl's brows furrowed with worry, clearly showing her distress.

The Dark Mire was a place of seclusion left by her in her past life. For a hundred years, it had been safe, allowing her to live without worries for some time.

PS: After countless requests, Moon finally appeared! Fellow Daoists, would you like to cast your recommendation votes to celebrate?

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