Peking Opera Cat: I Became A Zi's Brother

The aftermath of the Black Ice Dragon's flight was like a frosty blade on a cold night, freezing all the rubble on the scorched earth into crystal clear ice crystals.

"Humph……"

Mo Yun held the gun in one hand, and the unique water-blue rhyme pattern of his sect slowly flowed on the surface of his armor. The aura that should have been sharp revealed a bit of deliberately created emptiness.

"Uh……"

Da Fei half-knelt among the rubble, which was covered with spider-web-like cracks, and turbid beads of sweat slid down his resolute face:

"Brother Mo, you..."

Before he finished speaking, Wu Song rushed forward holding a dim flame whistle stick. He was keenly aware of the unstable aura around Mo Yun.

"Brother Mo, you look frighteningly pale!"

"elder sister……"

Xiaoqing tightly protected the silly Mo Zi beside her, and the Shuiyunzhu felt slightly hot in her palm.

"..."

She stared at her brother, and in those eyes that looked exactly like her own, there was a hint of subtle cunning.

"!"

Just as everyone was worried, the chaotic remnant that should have been completely defeated by Xuanbing Longxiang suddenly turned into a wisp of dark golden mist like a revived poisonous snake, and silently penetrated into his spiritual body along the body rune on Mo Yun's spear.

"elder brother!"

Xiaoqing's scream broke the silence, and the power of water condensed into sharp water blades at her fingertips.

"..."

Mo Zi also seemed to sense the danger and suddenly stopped his unconscious murmuring. He staggered and tried to pounce on Mo Yun, but almost fell because his legs were weak.

Wu Song's flaming whistle stick ignited a dazzling flame, and Da Fei growled, struggling to stand up, with strength surging in his boxing gloves.

"Uh……"

Mo Yun's spirit body trembled violently, with countless fine ice cracks appearing on its surface, and a muffled groan mixed with ice crystals escaped from his throat.

But there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, and this abnormal expression made Xiaoqing stop suddenly.

"do not come!"

Mo Yun raised his hand to stop everyone, and his spirit body began to become more and more transparent, and the dark golden chaotic power raging in his meridians was clearly visible.

"fine."

He turned around and gave Xiaoqing, who was full of fear, a soothing smile, and bits of bright blue spirit fragments floated among her hair.

"What...what's going on?"

Mingyue hugged the unconscious Bai Tang tightly, her voice filled with anxiety.

There were still gray shadows of chaos erosion on Bai Tang's fingertips, and painful mutterings were mixed in with his weak breathing.

Mo Yun gently wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and spoke slowly:

"This is just a spiritual body constructed with the power of the body sect."

"Spirit?"

The cats exclaimed in unison. Da Fei widened his eyes and looked at Mo Yun in disbelief.

"But, but this is clearly no different from an ordinary cat!"

"Haha~"

Mo Yun chuckled softly, and the spirits around him flickered, turning into specks of bright blue starlight, which then condensed into shape again in the next moment.

He squatted down, his palm emitting a soft aqua-blue light, and gently pressed it on Bai Tang's forehead, sucking out all the remaining chaotic energy in the boy's body.

"My main body is currently in seclusion in the forbidden area of ​​the Body Sect, trying to break through the critical barrier of rhyme power. I can't escape for the time being."

As he moved, the chaotic forces that were sucked out quickly dissipated in the light, turning into pure rhythmic light points.

"But using this spirit to deal with this remaining chaos..."

The aqua-blue rhythmic patterns around him suddenly surged, forcibly compressing the chaotic power raging in his body into a dark golden crystal.

"But it's more than enough."

"Humph!"

Xiaoqing finally reacted, her eyes reddened:

"So you were deliberately exposing your weakness to lure it into the trap?"

"Hmm~"

Mo Yun nodded slightly, raised his hand and gently stroked the top of Mo Zi's head. The latter showed an innocent smile and grabbed his fingers and refused to let go:

"This thing is too cunning. We can only let it think it has found an opportunity."

He looked towards the rolling chaotic clouds in the distance, where he could faintly hear bursts of heart-pounding roars.

"The real crisis has not yet arrived. The chaos on Cat Earth will not dissipate so easily."

"it is good!"

Wu Song gripped the rekindled whistle stick tightly, his eyes full of admiration:

"Brother Mo, you made a brilliant move!"

"Next, I will use this spirit body to slowly purify the chaos sealed within me."

The ancient seal runes of the sect appeared on the surface of Mo Yun's spirit body, trapping the chaos crystal tightly like a chain.

"When my true self emerges from seclusion, that will be the day when the chaos is completely annihilated."

He turned to look at his companions, his eyes sweeping over each cat's tired but resolute face.

"During this time, we still have to rely on everyone to take care of each other."

"Ha ha……"

Da Fei laughed heartily. Although he was covered in wounds, he was still full of strength:

"Brother Mo, what are you talking about! When have we in the Xingluo class ever been afraid of difficulties?"

"..."

Under the gaze of the cats, Mo Yun's spirit gradually became more solid, and the unique water-blue light of his body became more and more dazzling.

He held a spear in his hand, his posture straight as a pine tree, like a sharp sword drawn from its sheath.

"Has his condition become so bad?"

Mo Yun's gaze was fixed on Bai Tang. The boy was now as black as ink, with dark golden chaotic lines covering the surface of his skin. Every breath was accompanied by a surge of heart-pounding gray mist.

His brows were twisted into a "川" shape, and he raised his hand to touch but withdrew it - the chaotic Bai Tang was surrounded by a highly corrosive dark mist, and even his spiritual body condensed by the power of his body was faintly hot.

"You guys can't go any further now."

Mo Yun turned around and glanced at the cats. Da Fei was pressing the bleeding wound on his chest with his trembling hands. Xiao Qing's water rhyme beads were dim and lifeless. Ming Yue's fingers, which were holding the tree trunk, turned white from the force.

"Although you have reached the fourth stage of rhythmic power, your foundation is unstable. Forcing yourself to fight will only cause your body to collapse."

"Uh……"

Wu Song subconsciously tightened his grip on the flaming whistle stick, but groaned due to the effect of his injury.

He followed Mo Yun's gaze and saw Senior Sister Yun Bai lying unconscious not far away. Her clothes were tattered by the corrosion of chaos, and her face was as pale as paper. It was obvious that she was at the end of her strength.

"Wu Song, the Da clan is in need of restoration."

Mo Yun walked to his side, and the faint light of her spirit illuminated Wu Song's tense face.

"With your current strength, it's time to return and restore the glory of your sect. Those martial arts schools eroded by chaos need disciples like you to lead them to regain their dignity."

"..."

Wu Song opened his mouth and wanted to refute, but fell silent the moment he caught a glimpse of Senior Sister Yun Bai.

Memories came flooding back like a tide: when Da Zong was conquered by Chaos, Master stuffed the last guardian token into his hand; Senior Sister Yun Bai was scratched by the Chaos Beast to protect him, leaving three wounds deep enough to see the bone... He gritted his teeth hard, and his boxing gloves made a sound of twisting metal.

"I understand, Brother Mo."

Wu Song raised his head, his eyes burning with blazing flames.

"Leave the Da Zong to me! When I regroup, I'll make sure those Chaos know that the Da Zong disciples' sticks will never yield!"

"Hmm~"

Mo Yun nodded with satisfaction and turned to look at Da Fei:

"Return to the Chang Sect and use your rhyme to repair the damaged rhyme patterns. Only by retrieving the ancient Chang Sect heritage can we awaken more of our people who have been blinded by chaos."

Da Fei scratched his head innocently, grinning with a bloody mouth:

"Don't worry, Brother Mo, I will definitely play the Changzong instrument until it's deafening!"

Xiaoqing hugged Mo Zi tightly, and the Water Rhythm Pearl finally lit up with a faint light:

"I'll take my sister back to the sect. Maybe the elders can find a way to cure her..."

At the end of the sentence, her voice couldn't help but tremble. Mo Yun raised her hand and gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes:

"The purifying power of the Body Sect's water rhyme might really be able to dispel the remaining chaos in Mo Zi's body."

"Mingyue, go back to Yunyou Valley."

Mo Yun looked at the exhausted Mingyue.

"The energy there is pure and suitable for recuperation. Once Bai Tang finishes purifying the chaos, I will personally send him back to Dongqiang Town."

Mingyue looked at Baitang who was wrapped in chaos, her eyes full of worry. Finally, she nodded solemnly, turned and left in the direction of Yunyou Valley. The moonlight flowed around her, illuminating the rugged road under her feet.

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