Using the MC system to pretend spiritual revival

Chapter 244 Alone, Shaking the Heavens
"Whoosh~"

Under the dim light of the sky, Li Qingfeng's figure plummeted rapidly from the sky, the wind making his blue Taoist robe flutter wildly.

He drew his sword and gripped it tightly in his hand, his eyes fixed on a massive head approaching.

As he operated at full power, visible white wisps of wind swirled around him, leaving trails behind him like shooting stars as he fell.

The corner of the descending "dark cloud" seemed to have sensed its prey, and the school of fish, with a series of twists and howls, went straight to meet it.

As if he had expected this, Li Qingfeng, who was in mid-air, looked at the black and white waves that twisted and approached, connecting heaven and earth.

Clenching his teeth, he unleashed the Qingyun and Zhengdao swords, which he had been holding back for a long time, and swung them down fiercely the instant they crossed.

"Die!!"

With a deafening roar that shook the heavens and earth, two sword blades sliced ​​through.

As the sword slashed down, a scorching white light, like the bright moon, solidified instantly, transforming into two arc-shaped sword energies spanning several body lengths, which then suddenly spread out.

"Qiang——!"

"Qiang——!"

Two clear sword cries resounded.

A timely strike and a sweeping, sharp sword aura cleaved several house-sized heads in front of him in mid-air, splitting them in two.

The monster howled as it fell, but what surged out from behind it were even more massive heads, densely packed together like floating air balloons.

Those faces, each larger than a person, had different features, but they all wore a distorted smile that made people uncomfortable.

Looking at the monsters that were rapidly filling his field of vision, and the cacophony of shrill laughter in his ears.

Li Qingfeng, who had just unleashed a strike, remained unmoved in his gaze.

While rapidly falling through the air, he changed his attack into a thrust.

Without hesitation, he stomped his foot on the head of a monster with a gaping maw, which was trying to swallow him whole.

Amidst its agonizing screams, it was trampled and twisted into a grotesque shape.

Using this momentum, he transformed his fall into an advance, and with a twist of his swords, he tore apart another flying monster head that blocked his way.

The next moment, the figure instantly plunged into the monster horde.

Like a monstrous cloud falling from the sky, the helicopter squadron's advance suddenly halted.

It was as if an even more enticing bait had been thrown in.

More monsters stopped chasing the noisy plane and instead gathered around the spot where sword flashes appeared from time to time.

This gave the helicopters, which were carrying refugees and soldiers, a chance to catch their breath and stabilize themselves amidst the strong winds generated by the descending monsters that resembled a sea of ​​clouds.

With the obstruction gone, they were able to quickly escape the area.

Standing dumbfounded in front of the wide-open hatch, Yang Ping stared at everything happening in the distance.

Between the dark and gloomy sea and sky, one is above and the other is below, one is bright and the other is dark, they are in opposition to each other.

At the moment of contact, a sudden flash of light pierced the darkness.

But... Yang Ping knew who that light, which resembled a falling meteor, belonged to.

He was alone, but his opponent…

Twisting and writhing, the endless dark clouds in the sky seemed to come alive.

Just like before, even more clouds of monsters descended from the sky.

Like magnificent tentacles connecting heaven and earth, they all extended their tips toward the area where the sword light faintly shone.

Let's look further into the distance.

In a daze, he saw the sky that covered the entire Kingdom of Yinghua move slightly.

At that moment, Yang Ping felt...

The figure who jumped out without hesitation, sword in hand, was not someone who was exorcising demons.

Instead, it's like trying to shake the world with one's own strength—utterly futile.

“Gulp…”

Yang Ping's throat bobbed, and he seemed somewhat dazed, unsure of what he had just been thinking about.

At this moment, he lifted his leg and stepped into the air outside the cabin without hesitation.

"Hey!! Master Yang!!"

Fortunately, seeing that something was wrong, the other superhumans in the cabin, who had been keeping a close eye on the situation, suddenly made a move.

With a flash of light, Lao Meng lunged forward and caught Yang Ping, who was already falling out of the cabin, around the waist.

The others who followed behind dragged and pulled the two back into the cabin.

However, despite his frail appearance, Yang Ping was struggling with surprising strength.

With wide eyes, he gritted his teeth and forcefully shook off the people who were holding his arms and legs, then prepared to pounce on the open hatch.

Seeing this, Lao Meng took advantage of his size and flipped himself up, lunging forward to grab Yang Ping's leg once again.

As their steps were dragged forward.

Seeing that he couldn't control the other person, Lao Meng quickly waved and called for the others to come and help, while pleading with them in a sorrowful voice.

"Master Yang!! No!! You can't fly! You'll crash and die if you go out!! Calm down!!"

These words seemed to have an effect, as Yang Ping abruptly stopped in his tracks as he was walking outwards.

Seizing the opportunity, the others rushed over and pulled the two back into the cabin.

"Let me go!! I've prepared lots of talismans! I can help!! Let me go!!"

Looking at the yellow-robed Taoist priest who was still struggling, Old Meng, who was clinging to the other's leg and being swayed back and forth, had a complicated look in his eyes.

After a moment's hesitation, he released his grip, got up, and nodded to the other people who were holding him down.

"Sigh... let him go."

As soon as he finished speaking, he noticed his companion turn his head and look at him in surprise, and slowly nodded.

Once the crowd dispersed, Yang Ping, now free to do as he pleased, sat up without a care in the world.

He took the huge bag off his waist, spread it out in front of him, and immediately spilled a large wad of talismans all over the ground.

Finally, under the watchful eyes of a group of people, he began to pick and choose from a pile of talismans.

"Thunderfire Talisman? No, that's not right!"

"A Swift Wind Talisman?... That won't work either..."

"..."

As one talisman after another was picked up, stared at for a moment, and then tossed aside, Yang Ping's expression grew increasingly anxious.

Seeing the scene before them, many people lowered their eyes and sighed silently.

In the end, it was Lao Meng, the most senior member of the team, who stepped forward.

"...Master Yang, please calm down."

"We understand how you feel, but that kind of battle... we don't even have the right to interfere..."

As he spoke, his expression complex, he pointed to a corner at the back of the cabin, his tone sorrowful.

"One of them has already gone mad. If you don't pull yourself together, there really won't be anyone left to help Master Li!"

Upon hearing this, Yang Ping, who had already scattered talismans from his cloth bag all over the ground, listened to the person in front of him in a daze.

The other person pointed in that direction.

Upon closer inspection, one could see that the old Taoist priest, Songming, wearing floral shorts, had bloodshot eyes.

Angrily growling sounds came from its mouth, which was stuffed with a withered black donkey hoof, and its whole body twisted violently.

However, it was obvious that his strength was greatly reduced without the zombies. As soon as he made any move, he was instantly tied up like a dumpling by the group and tied to the frame inside the cabin.

"..."

After a moment of silence, Yang Ping's gaze gradually calmed down.

He quickly stuffed the talismans scattered on the ground back into his cloth bag and slung it over his shoulder before standing up and looking at the worried crowd in front of him.

“…You’re right. Even if there’s a way to get there, being unable to fly and lacking the strength will only cause trouble.”

As he spoke, Yang Ping quickly walked to the metal wall in front of the cabin window and pressed the communication button on it.

"Upgrade to maximum speed and return to the fleet at full speed..."

As he spoke, he looked up at the sky outside the cabin door, at the thick, dark clouds that had been drawn inward by Li Qingfeng's attack.

"...send manpower to send communications...the signal jamming should disappear soon."

"Yes!"

With the two orders issued, Yang Ping ignored everyone else and sat down cross-legged on the spot.

He took a deep breath and began to circulate his cultivation technique, striking the already faintly visible barrier to his realm.

The connection between information blocking and the "black cloud of heads" is merely speculation.

If things don't go as planned, at least if I can successfully break through to the Foundation Establishment stage during this time, I should be able to offer some assistance...

……

"Qiang——!"

A beam of sword light shot out, and with the surge of crescent-shaped sword energy, it instantly cleaved several enormous-headed monsters in two.

Through the brief opening in the encirclement created by this attack.

Li Qingfeng breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the helicopter formation in the distance, which had flown further and further away and turned into a few black dots.

The next moment, the gap connecting it to the outside world was quickly blocked by more and more swarming human-headed monsters.

At this moment, Li Qingfeng's entire body was filled with pale faces piled up and squeezed together.

From a distance, it looks like a hollow sphere surrounding and enclosing the area.

Having achieved his goal, Li Qingfeng raised his hand, and a rainbow light flashed by.

The righteous sword he had just unleashed had returned to his palm, which he slowly gripped tightly.

He seemed oblivious to the malicious stares he was receiving.

With his two swords in a fighting stance, his gaze sharpened, and he instantly leaned forward, attacking the nearest, restless head.

"Die—!!" As the sword light tore through the air, leaving only afterimages, pieces of the enormous monster's corpse rained down.

The strangely colored blood and pale skin formed a layer of murky "snow" on the sea surface.

The killing grew fiercer, the more they were cut down, the faster they became.

The entire universe is filled with enemies.

They can't be killed off completely, nor can they be cut down endlessly.

As they moved with agility and grace, their movements became increasingly fluid and concise.

Every movement is aimed at making the next sword strike faster than the last.

As the blade slices through flesh, time seems to lose its meaning in the carnage.

The unnecessary worries gradually disappeared from his eyes.

Slash, chop, flick, stab.

Each move, the sword techniques honed and practiced over ten years, were stripped of superfluous actions in this seemingly endless battle.

All of this is so that in the next second, one more strike can be delivered.

Each sword strike is faster than the last, each move overpowering the last.

Finally, even the steps of dodging were omitted, leaving only countless sword lights covering his entire body.

On the pitch-black sea, scattered fragments of limbs had piled up to a high layer.

A large number of oddly shaped fish and shrimp were attracted and happily pecked at the food.

Meanwhile, more and more heads, floating in the air like balloons, were drawn to the scene.

The dark clouds over the entire country began to swirl and converge on this place.

Hundreds of millions of monsters, floating with desiccated corpses hanging from ropes below their necks, surged forward like a towering mountain range amidst eerie laughter.

At this moment, the writhing sphere, formed by countless monster heads, truly resembled a purgatory.

Below, "raindrops" composed of corpses and blood continuously fell, while streaks of sword light occasionally shone through the sparse gaps, like lightning wandering within the clouds.

Li Qingfeng, who was buried deep inside, had lost track of how much time had passed.

He simply swung his sword again and again, as if by instinct, severing the greedy, monstrous heads in the simplest way.

The friction and vibration of the sword blade cutting through muscles and bones traveled out along the arm.

He had lost count of how many of these monsters he had killed.

The two swords, Zhengdao and Qingyun, which his master had reforged, were still sharp.

However, as time went on, even though the movements had been simplified again and again, it was still inevitable that the strength was insufficient and that the monster would hit them.

His blue Taoist robe had been torn into strips like rags and hung around his waist.

The muscles beneath were not bulky, but rather refined and smooth, like steel forged over a hundred trials.

Although he was not injured by the protective spiritual energy, human strength is ultimately limited, and his magical power and spiritual energy were inevitably consumed in the battle.

He had no chance to catch his breath or recover.

The human-headed monsters, on the other hand, seem endless; no matter how many are killed, more always surge forward.

No matter how far they charged, these monsters would swarm back like maggots clinging to bones.

It seems that from the moment of leaping forward, it was destined that it could only keep swinging its sword and killing until it was exhausted and was devoured.

He foresaw his possible fate, but this thought only briefly crossed his mind before being swept aside.

He drew his sword without hesitation.

Since he couldn't break through, Li Qingfeng simply stopped caring and kept swinging his sword, cutting down the swarming monsters one by one.

Regardless of the circumstances, the spiritual energy was being consumed wave after wave.

The monster in sight tore through layer after layer.

However, the space for movement is getting smaller and smaller, and the gaps that used to allow a view of the outside world are now being filled by the shadows of monsters on the outermost layer.

This makes one feel as if they have sunk into a quagmire made of monsters.

Despair, little by little, drags it into the abyss of death.

Li Qingfeng was not afraid; his sword never stopped.

But as the last bit of magic power was exhausted, the sword-wielding movements became increasingly difficult to control and gradually slowed down.

It had been a long time since I had experienced the weariness that belongs to mortals, which permeated my bones and muscles as I wielded the sword.

As the offensive weakened, the monsters, like fish that had smelled blood, swarmed around and blocked Li Qingfeng's last remaining space to move.

As if they had planned it together, they surged forward, eager to tear at it with their enormous mouths, big enough to swallow a person whole.

With each sharp tooth colliding with the body, a series of dull impact sounds rang out.

Li Qingfeng's remaining protective spiritual energy was also being rapidly depleted.

Even if he mustered his last bit of strength to swing the sword, he could no longer break free.

Time passed second by second, and he thought he was going to die here like this.

In a daze…

A familiar shout came through the hazy distance.

"Fellow Daoist Li! I'm here to help you!!!"

It's not loud.

But for a moment, it suppressed the monstrous human heads, and the eerie laughter from their mouths clearly reached my ears.

Li Qingfeng, whose eyes had become somewhat numb from the constant hacking and slashing, suddenly regained his senses and looked up in the direction from which the sound came.

But as he looked through the gap between the two monsters tearing at him, all he could see was a jumble of distorted facial features.

"...Is it just my imagination?"

Whispering.

But the next moment, a series of booming sounds, like explosions, rang out one after another, becoming clearer and clearer.

Soon, from the direction from which the sound came, a faint light shone through the gaps between the monsters.

And it grew brighter and brighter until…

"Boom——!!"

A blinding blue-white light suddenly pierced through the layers of heavy monsters and shone in.

Immediately following was a deafening thunderous explosion.

A blue-white bolt of lightning, as thick as a water vat, blasted the headless monster in front of them to pieces.

Splattered charred flesh and blood, accompanied by flashes of electricity.

Along with the monster in front of him, which was tearing at his shoulders and arms, it also let out a mournful cry and released its massive jaws filled with sharp teeth.

Slightly stunned, Li Qingfeng suddenly tensed his freed right arm, the Righteous Path Sword still tightly gripped within, and swung it fiercely toward his shoulder with a whoosh.

"Pfft——!"

The blade pierced the flesh, severing tendons and breaking bones.

Having broken free of his restraints, Li Qingfeng swung his twin swords, deflecting the monsters that were trying to close in.

With a stomp of his foot, he burst forth through the weak spot in front of him, which had been torn open by lightning.

In their field of vision, the light from the outside world rapidly shrank under the pressure of the monsters on both sides, until the very last moment.

"Whoosh—~"

A sensation as if floating on the surface of water instantly washed over me, and the clear, sharp feeling of my senses returned.

The dense cacophony of monsters around him suddenly subsided.

When Li Qingfeng opened his eyes again, he found himself in the night sky, feeling the long-lost peace and the salty, damp air from the sea.

He rushed out.

The next moment, a familiar figure came into view.

Yang Ping was seen flying not far away, his apricot-yellow Taoist robe looking somewhat charred and tattered.

However, his expression was full of excitement and exhilaration.

Seeing Li Qingfeng rush out, he leaned forward, and a huge paper crane behind him flapped its wings, carrying him directly over.

"Fellow Daoist Li! Haha! I've arrived!!"

"you?"

Having just escaped the monster horde, Li Qingfeng was still somewhat confused about the situation.

Looking at Yang Ping, who was suspended in mid-air by a paper crane and swaying like a piece of salted meat, I was momentarily at a loss for words.

Yang Ping, on the other hand, seemed completely unaware.

Manipulating the paper crane on his back, he flew around Li Qingfeng, who was falling rapidly after escaping the monsters' encirclement.

He then took out a square talisman from his pocket and quickly folded it into a paper crane no bigger than the palm of his hand.

He chanted rapidly and slapped the paper crane directly onto Li Qingfeng's back.

Soon, the paper crane seemed to be infused with a spirit, trembling and moving violently, and then rapidly growing larger.

He stopped only when the size of the one behind him matched.

As he made this move, Li Qingfeng, who was falling, suddenly stopped.

Feeling a sudden upward force from the paper crane behind him, he was somewhat stunned.

Seeing his surprised expression, Yang Ping laughed and stuffed a stack of green talismans into his hand.

"Here, this paper crane can only fly with the wind. You need to use a Swift Wind Talisman to fly upwards."

As he spoke, he turned around and spun around, and the talisman in his hand was quickly activated, causing a gust of wind to blow.

The large paper crane gripping its shoulder seemed to have eaten a whole pack of chewing gum, its wingspan suddenly increasing several times over.

In a flash, it shot upwards for more than ten meters, causing Li Qingfeng behind it to widen his eyes slightly once again.

(End of this chapter)