Chapter 648

Following a roar from Wangliang, the Yingyuan began to shake!

If the Yingyuan was previously a uniform, mixer-like pressure, the current pressure had begun to riot in a disorderly fashion!

The originally pitch-black and thick shadows finally revealed their true form—they were layers upon layers of shadows, irregular shadow Fragments, the shadows of ten thousand phenomena condensed together, now splitting apart due to the riot.

They could gather together to exert a pressure of a thousand catties, or separate to slice and dice.

Each thin, fragile shadow, shattered to the point where its origin was completely unrecognizable, turned into a blade that scraped bones and severed tendons, carrying the weight of the entire Yingyuan, leaving no room for those inside to resist.

And such blades were not numbered in the thousands, nor the tens of thousands, but were countless, truly "as numerous as the sands of the Ganges."

Once they reached this order of magnitude, it became a different concept; even a Sword Immortal would find it difficult to survive.

Although the Sword Immortals had been struggling under the immense pressure before, they could still maintain their composure, even appearing calm and collected before the enemy and their own sides, but the sudden riot of the Yingyuan caught them off guard.

Careless!

The Yingyuan had lost control over Wangliang; this was something everyone realized.

The current Yingyuan was already an independent existence, no longer counting as Wangliang's Sword Law.

Therefore, the Ruyi Sword would choose to actively let the Yinglang fall, and the Golden Crow would stay in the Yingyuan for a long time without leaving. They would even think that their treatment in the Yingyuan was the same as Wangliang's.

But in reality, how could it be the same?

The shadows of the Yingyuan were Wangliang's original Sword Law, the rules were set by Wangliang, and the shadows inside were all absorbed by it, but later they exceeded the limits of what it could control, no longer obeying its commands, and were even being swept up and resisted.

But Wangliang was still the Shadow of Shadow, a Sword Deity who had touched the rules of shadow; here, even if it could not manipulate the Yingyuan, it absolutely had the ability to flip the table.

Now, Wangliang had used the Sword Pill origin it had accumulated for so many years, stirring up all the shadows and shadow Fragments, triggering the most powerful indiscriminate riot of the Yingyuan, and even getting itself dragged into it.

In an instant, all the Sword Immortals lost their composure and instinctively released their Sword Law to protect themselves.

Among them, one reacted particularly quickly: the Dazai.

The moment before the Yingyuan rioted, he had smelled a familiar scent.

How could the signs of this Fragment riot be so similar to the Broken Trend of the Mountain and River Monument?

Both were breaking; the breaking of mountains and rivers was a pure Broken Force, while the Yingyuan riot was a pressure explosion produced when a certain substance reached a certain quantity and quality, also carrying the corrosion and viscosity of shadow.

But since both were breaking, there were always traces to follow.

Danger!

Having wielded the Mountain and River Monument for a long time, the Dazai was very sensitive to this kind of power, fully realizing the approaching danger and knowing that this was not a power that could be easily resisted.

He had a connection with the Mountain and River Monument and was unaffected by the Broken Trend, but the Yingyuan did not recognize who he was.

Retreat quickly!

The Dazai lunged forward, and just before the Yingyuan officially erupted, he actually rushed into... the light of the Golden Crow.

When the Golden Crow appeared, it had walked out of the light, and behind it was a large expanse of radiance, as if it had opened up an isolated island of light in the darkness.

Compared to darkness, light was something to yearn for. Moreover, the light behind the Golden Crow was not only bright but also warm, gentle, and full of vitality; it was a place that made one want to get close at first sight, and almost everyone could think that it was the Golden Crow's Sword Law.

The Dazai concluded: that must be a safe zone.

If one had to run, one should naturally run there.

Of course, if he guessed wrong and it wasn't a safe zone, then there was nothing to be done, and there was nowhere else to hide.

It just so happened that because of their recent exchange of blows and conversation, the Golden Crow and Destruction were positioned very far forward, leaving a large open space for the light behind them. The Dazai seized the opportunity, shook his cloak, and his person had already turned into a dark current and rushed in.

As a turtle-thief, running for his life was a basic skill. Even though he had reached the very top, he was still very good at escaping. This dive was impeccable in speed, angle, and timing, and just as the Golden Crow and the other Sword Immortals were affected by the Yingyuan riot in the next instant, they froze in place, watching helplessly as he escaped alone into the light.

Others were fine, as they had no time to care about any Dazai, but the Golden Crow was greatly shocked and almost immediately wanted to turn back into the light, when a mass of pitch-black shadow pounced over—it was Wangliang!

It turned out that Wangliang was not unaffected; in fact, the impact was huge. Under the Yingyuan riot, its power did not increase but decreased, and it was being rapidly scraped away by the Yingyuan.

Precisely because they were of the same source, once those powers dissipated, they were rapidly swallowed and assimilated, never to be found again. At this moment, it could no longer maintain a human form, leaving only a blurry mass of shadow.

Not only that, its thinking was also affected, its consciousness becoming blurred, and it could no longer think rationally.

It could be said that as a Sword Deity with a personality, it was dying.

The joint effort of the two Golden Crows provoked it into making a decision to "kill a thousand enemies and lose a thousand oneself"; it could only decide when the eruption of the Yingyuan began, but not when it would end, let alone what influence it would suffer.

It could even be said that it was uncertain what would be left of it when it ended.

But in its scattered consciousness, Wangliang still remembered that its greatest hatred was for the Golden Crow, so it pounced desperately at that most brilliant mass of light.

The strength of such a madman could not be underestimated; the Golden Crow was immediately entangled, and while dealing with it, it shouted loudly: "Ruyi Sword, help me go in and grab that guy, take care of..."

The zither music of the Ruyi Sword rang out amidst the silver threads, but it was trembling and lacked a melody. The Golden Crow could not understand it for a moment, and Destruction shouted from the side: "What use is that woman? She can't even crawl out of her coffin, and she's struggling to resist the riot now. Isn't it just catching that old thief? I'll go." After saying this, it flashed and dived directly into the light.

The Golden Crow said: "Don't you..."

But it was too late; Destruction had rushed in at light speed, and the Golden Crow could only shout loudly: "Help me take care of the child!"

The Dazai fled all the way, without any purpose, just wanting to escape to the deepest part.

Seeing the white-gold light, there was no sense of direction, and it seemed that the front and the back were the same. After rushing for a long time, he lost his momentum. Just as he was about to stop, he suddenly felt something in his heart and looked in one direction—

In that direction, there was something!

What exactly it was, he couldn't say, but intuitively he felt there was something good.

Often having the hearts of the masses with him, the Dazai's intuition was very accurate. Although he felt that at a time like this, no good thing would have any meaning, since he was already here, and it was not appropriate to go out before the big shots outside decided the winner, he might as well go and take a look.

So he turned and rushed rapidly in that direction.

After rushing for a while, his feeling became stronger and stronger—it really was a good thing! It was a good thing that even he rarely encountered!

There was actually an unexpected harvest?!

He gradually became interested, and his speed increased by a few points.

At this moment, a figure rushed out and shouted: "Where are you from? Why do you dare to rampage in this place?"

The Dazai took a look and saw it was a handsome young man; he vaguely remembered that it was the junior who had rushed into the light a step ahead with the Little Golden Crow.

Zheng Yun had only returned after he had boarded the Yinglang, so the Dazai had not seen the scene where he confronted Destruction, and naturally, he had not left any deep impression. He said at once: "Oh, are you the page of Jinwu Dianxia?"

Zheng Yun shouted: "Who cares who I am? Do you know what place this is? How dare you rampage here; have you obtained the permission of Jinwu Dianxia?"

The Dazai said "oh" and said: "Not denying it, so that's an admission? The Golden Crow's page, is it a treasure-guarding page? Specifically stationed here to guard treasures?"

Zheng Yun was startled, frowned, and said: "What treasure protection? Are you blinded by greed, have you gone crazy thinking about treasure?"

Dazai was not in a hurry; although Zheng Yun seemed to have some ability, he was still far off for someone at Dazai's level, truly just at the level of a gatekeeper. Moreover, the more anxious Zheng Yun became, the more important the place behind him must be, and the greater Dazai's own harvest would be.

He smiled indifferently: "Whether it is a treasure, I will know once I Look. Move aside. As a young attendant, having no discernment and not knowing who can be provoked and who cannot, you will die very quickly."

Zheng Yun was furious and said: "Did I not make myself clear? Get lost!"

Dazai sneered, flicked his black robe, and reached forward; Zheng Yun met him without fear, his body covered in a layer of Sunlight!

Dazai's grab was incredibly fast; the moment it touched Zheng Yun, a large amount of black smoke immediately rose—that was the figure being melted by the Sunlight, and because the Sunlight was scorching, the figure vanished especially quickly.

However, no matter how fast or how much was consumed, Dazai's reserves were greater, and he immediately touched Zheng Yun. Zheng Yun was terrified and immediately dodged; with a wave of his hand, the surrounding Sunlight transformed into streaks of light swords to help him attack Dazai.

This place could be considered Zheng Yun's home turf; as a Sun-Holding Envoy, he could use the surrounding light, and thus he could still trade a few blows with Dazai.

But after all, his strength was only equivalent to a Sword Hero, his methods could not compare to a true Sword Hero, not to mention he lacked his own Sword Technique, and Caiyun Gui had not taught him how to better use the power of Sunlight. Therefore, his method of manipulating light was very crude.

In just a short while, Zheng Yun had fallen into a great disadvantage; Dazai got slightly serious, grabbed him fiercely, and said: "Take me to see the treasure."

Zheng Yun could not catch his breath and shouted: "Don't... even... think about it..."

Dazai said: "Then I will go see it myself, it is the same." Having said that, he exerted force, intending to strangle Zheng Yun to death.

Just at this moment, a streak of light lunged over, aiming straight for Dazai's face.

Black smoke surged on Dazai's face, his black robe flashed, and he had already darted away.

The giant bird transformed from Huimie made a grab, but only caught a black robe; the monster's true body had already used a golden cicada shedding its shell tactic. It laughed, not in a hurry: here, was there any fear of where this monster could escape to?

The main Golden Crow told it to take care of the child, and wasn't it taking care of him? This kid was loyal to the Golden Crow, even being disrespectful to it because of that; no wonder the Golden Crow looked upon him so favorably and specifically told it to go take care of him. That it would disregard past grievances and step in to save him was already very noble, and it was moved by itself. Now that the bottom line was secured, it could just slowly grab that monster. Let this monster, which had been so arrogant just now, taste the despair of being a mouse played with by a cat.

Zheng Yun grabbed Huimie back and shouted: "Your Highness Huimie, hurry and stop him! This is a critical moment! Tang Zhao is inside Sword Casting!"