bestfiction Chapter 454 The Demon God Awakens
Chapter 454 The Demon God Awakens
The demon cultivator activated the demon god altar, and the dark red mist spread wildly at a speed visible to the naked eye, covering the entire sect in an instant. The thick mist seemed to be substantial, carrying the smell of decay and evil, choking people to the point of suffocation. The disciples with lower cultivation levels in the sect suddenly panicked and ran around, shouting and calling for help. The once peaceful holy land of cultivation seemed to have fallen into a purgatory on earth.
Yun Yao's system suddenly sent a quick reminder without any warning: "The power of the ancient demon god has been detected, triggering a hidden task - purifying the source of the demon energy." The mechanical and cold electronic sound was like a sharp sword piercing Yun Yao's heart in this chaotic and noisy environment, making her sober instantly. She knew very well that if she could not stop the demon god from reviving in time, not to mention the thousands of lives of the sect, the entire cultivation world would be in an irreparable situation.
Without thinking too much, Yun Yao quickly reached into the storage bag and took out the purification jade bottle that the system had rewarded. This jade bottle looked small and exquisite, warm and white, emitting a soft glow, which was incompatible with the strong evil aura around it. At this moment, it was Yun Yao's greatest reliance in fighting against the demon god.
"Chu Mochen, cover me!" Yun Yao turned her head and looked at Chu Mochen beside her, her eyes firm and resolute.
Chu Mochen nodded slightly, holding the long sword in his hand horizontally, the sword body humming, as if responding to the master's fighting spirit. "Don't worry, I'm here." His deep voice carried unquestionable power, and after saying that, he took the lead in rushing into the rolling demonic energy.
The sword whistled, and every time Chu Mochen swung his sword, a sharp sword energy slashed at the approaching demon shadow. Those ferocious beasts formed by the demon energy bared their fangs and claws, roared and pounced on him, but were repelled by his sword energy again and again, and black mist exploded in front of him.
Seeing this, Yun Yao took a deep breath, hugged the jade bottle tightly, and ran towards the direction of the demon god altar. Her steps did not stop, but her eyes were vigilantly scanning the surroundings, always guarding against possible sneak attacks in the dark.
Seeing the altar was within reach, Yun Yao was about to approach it when something unexpected happened. Liu Yan'er flashed out from the shadows on the side like a ghost, holding a glowing magic sword in her hand. The magic patterns on the sword body surged, and it was obviously stained with a lot of evil power.
"Want to stop the Demon Lord from reviving? Yun Yao, you will die here today!" Liu Yan'er's face was distorted, her eyes were full of madness and hatred. She raised the magic sword and stabbed Yun Yao fiercely with the determination to kill.
Yun Yao was unable to dodge and hastily turned sideways. The magic sword brushed past her clothes, bringing up a gust of fierce wind.
"Liu Yan'er, you are stubborn and stubborn. If the devil resurrects today, you will not escape death!" Yun Yao shouted angrily, and the purifying jade bottle in her hand shone brightly, trying to force Liu Yan'er back.
However, Liu Yan'er seemed to have gone mad. She turned a deaf ear to Yun Yao's warnings and wielded the magic sword more fiercely, with every move being deadly.
Yun Yao dodged and tried to get closer to the altar, but Liu Yan'er was like a leech, clinging to her tightly, making it difficult for her to escape.
At this moment, a muffled groan suddenly came from behind. Yun Yao's heart tightened, and she looked sideways, only to see Chu Mochen staggering, with a deep wound split open on his back. The blood instantly soaked through his clothes, which was particularly glaring against the dark red mist.
It turned out that when Yun Yao was being entangled by Liu Yan'er, the demon cultivators seized the opportunity and secretly launched a surprise attack on Chu Mochen. Although he fought hard, his two fists were no match for four hands, and he was accidentally scratched by the demon sword.
"Chu Mochen!" Yun Yao was furious, her eyes instantly reddened. She was extremely anxious, and wanted to fly to Chu Mochen immediately, but Liu Yan'er's crazy attack in front of her made it difficult for her to split her attention.
"Haha, Yun Yao, your beloved Chu Mochen is going to die because of you today, how does it feel?" Seeing this, Liu Yan'er became more and more proud. The attack of the magic sword in her hand did not decrease, and the smile on her face was twisted and ferocious.
Yun Yao bit her lower lip tightly until blood appeared between her lips. She forced herself to suppress the grief and panic in her heart. At this moment, she knew clearly that if she could not purify the power of the demon god as soon as possible, everything would be irreversible.
"Liu Yan'er, I will never let you succeed!" Yun Yao roared, bit her tongue hard, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, falling directly onto the purifying jade bottle.
Instantly, the jade bottle seemed to be strongly stimulated, and the light suddenly surged. The originally soft halo turned into dazzling holy light, spreading in all directions. Wherever the light reached, the dark red mist seemed to have encountered its nemesis, and was forced back three inches, making a "sizzling" sound, like a painful whine.
Yun Yao took advantage of this brief respite and tried her best to rush towards the demon god altar. She poured the spiritual power in her hand into the jade bottle without reservation. The jade bottle felt the majestic spiritual power blessing, and the light became more dazzling, buzzing and trembling, as if it couldn't wait to fulfill its mission of purification.
At this time, although Chu Mochen was seriously injured, he held on to his breath, leaned on the long sword in his hand, and stood up shakily. His eyes were fixed on Yun Yao's back, watching her move forward without hesitation in danger, his heart was full of worry, but also a trace of inexplicable pride.
"Yun Yao, we must succeed..." Chu Mochen murmured and raised the sword in his hand again. Although the severe pain from the wound almost made him faint, he still gritted his teeth and persisted, struggling to resist the continuous influx of demons and strange beasts, buying every precious minute for Yun Yao.
Yun Yao finally arrived at the demon god's altar. She looked up and saw the shadow of the demon god looming above the altar, emitting a terrifying pressure. It seemed to sense Yun Yao's approach and let out an earth-shaking roar. The invisible sound waves rushed towards her like a physical entity. Yun Yao felt a surge of blood in her chest and almost lost her balance.
“Hmph, even if it costs me my life, I will never let you come into the world!” Yun Yao’s eyes were determined. She raised the purifying jade bottle high in both hands and pointed the bottle at the shadow of the demon god.
As Yun Yao's spiritual power continued to be injected, the jade bottle slowly rose and hovered in the air. The mouth of the bottle emanated a powerful suction force, like a bottomless black hole, madly devouring the surrounding demonic energy.
Seeing this, the demon's phantom became even more violent, waving its huge claws and slapping Yun Yao. Yun Yao was unable to dodge and was knocked away by the powerful force, falling heavily to the ground, spurting out large mouthfuls of blood.
"Miss!" Xiao Cui's anxious voice came from the distance. Although she was just a maid with low cultivation, she was concerned about Yun Yao and ran towards this side regardless of the danger.
However, before Xiao Cui could get close, several demonic shadows pounced on her and surrounded her. Xiao Cui was so frightened that her face turned pale. She held a simple wooden stick tightly in her hand and trembled as she resisted.
"Xiao Cui, don't come over!" Yun Yao was extremely anxious upon seeing this. She wanted to get up and save Xiao Cui, but her body seemed to be falling apart and she couldn't move.
At this critical moment, Chu Mochen came like a gust of wind, and swung the long sword in his hand, creating a sword flower and destroying all the evil shadows that besieged Xiao Cui.
"Thank you very much, sir. Thank you very much, sir!" Xiao Cui burst into tears and thanked Chu Mochen repeatedly.
"Go to a safe place quickly!" Chu Mochen gave a brief order and ran towards Yun Yao again.
At this moment, Yun Yao struggled to get up from the ground. Her clothes were torn, her hair was messy, her face was covered with dust and blood, and she looked miserable. But the light in her eyes became more and more determined, like a burning star.
She once again tightly grasped the Purification Jade Bottle, and despite the severe pain in her body, she moved closer to the Demon God Altar step by step. Every step she took left a deep blood mark on the ground. Her spiritual power was almost exhausted, but the belief in her heart supported her and she never gave up.
Elsewhere in the sect, the elders and many high-ranking disciples were also struggling to resist the invasion of the demon cultivators. The elders used all their skills, and powerful spells illuminated the night sky, colliding fiercely with the dark power of the demon cultivators. However, the demon cultivators came prepared, and with the help of the power of the demon god, they fought the elders to a stalemate.
In this chaos and tragedy, Yun Yao is like a lonely but dazzling light, persistently advancing towards the almost invincible dark core. She knows that she carries the hope of the entire sect and even the cultivation world. Even if the road ahead is full of thorns, she must find a way out...
As the purifying jade bottle continued to absorb demonic energy, the power of the demon's shadow seemed to be gradually weakened, its roar became weaker, and its shape began to become blurred.
Yun Yao was delighted when she saw this, and was about to try harder, when suddenly, Liu Yan'er rushed over again. She drew another evil force from somewhere, and the light on the magic sword became stronger and stronger, and it was obvious that she was going to make a final desperate struggle.
"Yun Yao, I want you to die!" Liu Yan'er roared and stabbed Yun Yao's chest with a sword.
Yun Yao was unable to dodge and could only watch the magic sword approaching. At this critical moment, Chu Mochen rushed over and protected Yun Yao with his body. The magic sword pierced his shoulder blade and blood splattered.
"Chu Mochen!" Yun Yao screamed in horror, her eyes full of despair and self-blame.
“Don’t… cry…” Chu Mochen’s breath was weak, but a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He raised his hand and gently wiped away the tears from the corners of Yun Yao’s eyes, “I… won’t let anything happen to you…”
Yun Yao burst into tears, she hugged Chu Mochen tightly, her heart filled with grief. But at this moment, the situation was critical, she knew she couldn't fall down.
"Chu Mochen, hold on, we will definitely win!" Yun Yao said gritting her teeth. She gently put Chu Mochen aside, picked up the purification jade bottle again, her eyes full of determination.
At this moment, Yun Yao was like a burning phoenix. Even though she was covered in wounds, she would fight the dark forces to the end. She mobilized the last bit of spiritual power in her body and injected it into the jade bottle. The jade bottle shone brightly, like a scorching sun, dispelling all the evil spirits around her.
Under the illumination of the strong light, the shadow of the demon god let out a last unwilling roar, and then completely dissipated, leaving only silence. Seeing that the situation was hopeless, the demon cultivators fled in all directions, but the disciples of the sect would not let them go and chased them.
Yun Yao looked at the dissipating shadow of the demon god, and her tense nerves finally relaxed. Her legs softened and she collapsed to the ground. The world in front of her seemed to become blurry, and her consciousness gradually fell into darkness. Before she lost consciousness, she only saw Chu Mochen rushing towards her anxiously...
When Yun Yao woke up again, she found herself in a quiet room, with the sun shining through the window and warm on her body. She wanted to get up, but found that her whole body was sore and weak. As soon as she moved, her wound was affected, and she gasped in pain.
"Are you awake?" A familiar deep voice sounded in her ears. Yun Yao looked over and saw Chu Mochen sitting beside the bed, his eyes full of concern and joy. His face was slightly pale, obviously his previous injuries had not yet healed.
"Chu Mochen, are you okay?" Yun Yao spoke, her voice hoarse and dry.
"I'm fine, but you've been in a coma for three whole days." Chu Mochen gently held Yun Yao's hand, his eyes full of heartache, "You scared me to death."
Yun Yao felt warm in her heart and wanted to say something, but she didn't know where to start. The two of them just stared at each other quietly, their eyes full of relief for surviving the disaster and deep affection for each other.
"How's the sect...?" After a long time, Yun Yao finally remembered to care about the sect's situation.
"Don't worry, the evil cultivators have been repelled. Although the losses are not small, the foundation is intact. The elders are handling the follow-up matters." Chu Mochen comforted softly.
Yun Yao nodded slightly, feeling relieved. The battle with the demon god and the demon cultivators had finally come to an end. Although the price was heavy, fortunately they had defended their sect and their hope...