Junior sister took first place again

The blood-colored barrier above Jing'an City surged like a tide, and the demonic energy condensed into substance, turning into black snow that was invisible to mortals and fell down.

Wen Xingzhou stood somewhere on the city wall, pinched his fingers together, and the sword was unsheathed with a clang, the tip of the sword pointing straight to the sky.

This is the weakest point of the barrier. When this sword falls, the barrier will be broken!

But just as the sword was about to strike out, his wrist suddenly stopped, and the sword tip abruptly stopped three inches in front of the barrier.

Before the sword fell, the Liquan jade pendant on the waist began to vibrate first, and blood-red lines suddenly appeared on the originally warm jade surface - that was the warning restriction left by the Immortal Venerable Nanming.

"If the barrier is broken, the demonic energy will spread, and the world will perish."

Wen Xingzhou's pupils suddenly contracted.

He suddenly understood - this was simply a conspiracy of the demons. The inner demon used Ning Jiasheng as bait to lure the newcomers to break the barrier, and the barrier itself was the key to sealing the evil spirits.

If he chooses to save his junior sister and destroy the barrier, it will accelerate the demons' erosion of the world.

Although the current chaos in the world will eventually cause the demonic energy to get out of control.

But if we choose to protect the people at this time, at least before the war breaks out in the world of cultivation, the world can still maintain superficial peace.

Wen Xingzhou closed his eyes, pointed to recall the flowing light, gripped the hilt of the sword tightly, and stared at the surging blood-colored barrier with a cold gaze.

"The Liquan formation requires 'sweet dew from heaven and sweet springs from the earth,' and the Wei River is the beginning of the dragon vein of the floating world. If we can harness the power of its water spirit..."

The Wei River is outside the outskirts of Jing'an City. Perhaps, it is not necessary to destroy the barrier to succeed.

Wen Xingzhou sheathed his sword, without hesitation, and leaped forward, transforming into a streak of sword light and galloping away.

On the banks of the Wei River, muddy waves are surging.

The originally clear river was affected by the evil spirit, and even the fish and shrimps at the bottom of the river were hard to see, and there was a slight fishy smell on the shore.

Wen Xingzhou half-knelt on the muddy river bank, his fingertips deeply embedded in the soil.

He closed his eyes and concentrated, trying to sense the spiritual energy of the earth's veins, but wherever his consciousness reached, he could not feel the already thin spiritual energy of the world, only the thick and inky demonic energy.

"Even the dragon veins have been polluted..."

Wen Xingzhou took out the Liquan jade pendant, but as soon as the jade surface touched the river water, it made a burning sound - the originally bright and lustrous jade color instantly became three points darker.

Fushigi's suppression of spiritual energy was even worse than expected.

Wen Xingzhou hung the Liquan jade pendant on his palm. When his spiritual power was activated, the jade surface glowed faintly, but it was still unable to resonate with the heaven and earth - the demonic energy was too heavy and it was difficult to draw clean water.

"Qiang——!"

Unsheathed, Wen Xingzhou used his sword as a pen, carving the first array pattern on the riverbank. Wherever the sword passed, a spiritual light should have shone, but now only a charred mark was left.

The second and third courses...

Veins bulged on his forehead as he forced his remaining spiritual energy into the sword. When he reached the seventh array pattern, a sweet and fishy taste suddenly surged in his throat.

"Ahem...!"

A mouthful of blood sprayed at the center of the formation, dyeing the runes scarlet.

The night wind suddenly blew, the stars in the sky changed, and some stars were vaguely connected into a line.

Wen Xingzhou wiped the blood from the corner of his lips and took out the spirit-summoning talisman from the space ring.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The flames from the exploding talisman illuminated the river surface, but it was like a drop in the ocean, and was instantly swallowed up by the evil spirit.

“Is it still… not possible…?”

He squatted down to check the formation pattern, and suddenly saw the willow leaf given by Junior Brother Yan fly out, and circles of spiritual energy spread outward.

But how can this tiny glimmer of light illuminate the monstrous demonic energy?

Wen Xingzhou looked at the willow leaves floating in the air, slowly stood up, and his spiritual sense once again probed into the ground and the riverbed.

One zhang, ten zhang, a hundred zhang... His face was as pale as paper, but no, there was nothing at all.

Even after reaching a depth of a hundred feet, no trace of spiritual power could be found.

He finally withdrew his spiritual sense and looked in the direction of the barrier.

Wen Xingzhou used the Flowing Light again. There was not much time left, and this time, he was determined to bring his junior sister back.

Suddenly, a faint fragrance floated in the air.

It is not the fishy and turbid smell of the Wei River, nor the rottenness of the demonic energy, but the coolness of the first winter plum blossom blooming through the frost on a snowy night.

Wen Xingzhou paused with his fingertips, and before he looked up, he caught a glimpse of a crimson plum petal slowly falling on the first array pattern he had drawn.

"Zheng——!"

The flowing light hummed without wind, and the bell on the sword tassel rang softly - it was the weapon giving a warning!

Wen Xingzhou did not look back rashly.

He made a hand gesture with his left hand, and an invisible sword energy quietly condensed in his sleeve; but his right hand slowly sheathed the sword, his movements were smooth and flowing, as if he was just taking a break from exhaustion.

"Since you are here, why don't you show yourself?"

His voice was as gentle as usual, and even had a hint of the elegant smile he used when entertaining guests - only his fellow disciples and friends who knew Wen Xingzhou well could hear that this was a sign that he was about to have murderous intentions.

His master was trapped and his junior sister was missing. At this critical moment, he was no longer the good-tempered disciple of the Sword Immortal.

"Crack."

There was a soft sound in the river.

Wen Xingzhou finally turned around and saw a figure on a river rock three meters away, its bare feet lightly tapping the water. Moonlight fell on it, illuminating the plum branch slanted through its dark hair and a red mole at the corner of its eye, but it couldn't illuminate the eyes themselves.

Like stars hidden in an ancient well, like fire reflected in a cold pond.

"Disciple of Xuanling Sect."

Ji He stared at Wen Xingzhou without any defense and suddenly said, "You smell like Ah Sheng."

Wen Xingzhou's gentle features suddenly turned fierce.