Chapter 2: The Battle of the Underworld
Miss Third of the Tang Family! The crowd erupted in cheers
As far as the eye can see, the river surface has seemingly transformed into a raging sea of fire, rising and falling under the drizzling rain, its momentum intensifying. Even the river water gradually begins to boil, with white mist rising.
In the scene above, a man in a black robe and tall crown stands proudly; he is none other than Nie Xinghai, the leader of the demonic sect
Leaning on the railing, the misty flowers are blown by the cold sea breeze
With a mighty leap, he struck down like a dragon, and from several hundred meters away, he managed to slice Nie Xinghai's glass-like illusion into countless fragments, each breaking apart and drifting like wisps of cotton.
Before the words had left her lips, the expression on the face of the Bodhi flower turned cold, and a surge of killing intent arose. The sound of the flute suddenly soared, piercing the clouds with its mournful tone
Xuan Yuan's brow furrowed deeply as he waved his hand: "First, take down the four main ships. Let Wu Shuang and Shangguan Tianpeng lead a portion of the warships to encircle from behind, launching a pincer attack. Then, have Xing Fu bring a few skilled fighters to land on the island and infiltrate the headquarters of the Demon Sect."
"Master, another warship has been sunk"
The grand song startled the drifting clouds, as I counted the green mountains, pointing towards Penglai in a single glance
Xuan Yuan, on that day you were defeated by my hand in the duel at Mount Meng. Out of kindness, I spared your life. Now you have come with a large force to attack, is it for the sake of revenge and to reclaim your honor?
Suddenly, a massive silver light struck down from the sky, so bright that it was blinding. Nie Xinghai was greatly alarmed, drawing the large knife from his waist and slashing towards the light. Amidst the rumbling sound, waves of air surged outward like a vortex, with bizarre and colorful lights resembling ever-changing rainbows, magnificent and strange, presenting a myriad of atmospheric phenomena
Everyone's hair stood on end, as they felt a wave of foul odor, akin to a mountain collapsing and the sea surging, rushing towards them like a fierce wind
When Xuanyuan Zhan saw her, he was filled with great joy and said: "Ruohua, it is little sister Ruohua who has come!"
Luo Xuan hurriedly flew over, wrapping one arm around her waist, lightly tapping a rock to lift her into the air. Lowering his head, he found that the Prajna flower was gazing at him with a radiant smile in his embrace, her eyes shimmering with emotions that were about to overflow.
The fine rain drizzles, flames dance wildly, and smoke swirls in the air, when suddenly a pungent and extremely foul odor spreads through the atmosphere
... ...
Xuan Yuan Zhan, dressed in white, with sword-like eyebrows and a commanding presence, stood atop the cliff, anxiously observing the stalemate between the two sides with a group of followers.
Xuanyuan Zhan suppressed the anger within his heart
Nie Xinghai stood tall and unperturbed on the lookout platform atop the island, commanding with unwavering confidence
I am here
The rocket emitted a series of hissing sounds as it soared through the sky, raining down like a barrage of bullets onto the deck, the cabin, and the people... Flames surged upward along the mast, quickly igniting the sails of each ship, which billowed fiercely in the wind, casting a red glow across half the sky, creating a scene of tragic beauty in the fading sunlight
As the crowd looked up, they beheld a figure in flowing white garments slowly descending from the sky, resembling an immortal from beyond the heavens. Standing proudly on the cliff, he exuded an air of grace and elegance, his handsome features set against the wind. With piercing eyes, he gazed down at the crowd, his smile both haughty and tinged with a hint of self-appreciation, revealing none other than the divine physician, Luo Xuan
Xuanyuan Zhan grew fiercer with each battle, letting out a long howl as his solitary sword pointed directly at Nie Xinghai. Nie Xinghai released his hold on Xiang Hongyan, forming hand seals with both hands, and relying on his profound internal strength, he forcefully pushed Xuanyuan Zhan back.
What a stunning thunder strike
Report to the Alliance Leader, the seven warships of the Demon Sect have been sunk
Dozens of skilled practitioners from various martial arts sects roared as they leaped from the waves, drenched and flipping onto the warships of the demonic cult, like dragons entering the sea, advancing one after another, fighting fiercely in a bloodbath
At this moment, Xiang Hongyan also began to play the special insect-controlling flute. Both sides' warships retreated in succession, and the river, which had already been stained red with blood, was suddenly tainted with various kinds of poison, turning it a dark green.
The torrential rain gradually subsides, yet the fierce winds persist, and the sound of cannon fire rises and falls. The surging waves are tumultuous and overwhelming, as if countless green hills undulate in succession, with dozens of warships rising and falling, the sounds of battle echoing through the heavens.
At the same time, the flames on the grassy valley seemed to be swept up by a hurricane, roaring and soaring high. From above, they appeared as concentric circles, like ripples rolling back, rapidly sweeping and spreading towards the center, creating a truly magnificent sight
Suddenly, without warning, the mysterious Borenhua spat out a mouthful of fresh blood and swiftly fell down the cliff along with the * map * book. The crowd was taken aback in shock
A burst of boisterous laughter erupted, causing an uproar among the crowd. They looked up and saw colorful clouds rolling and churning in the sky, shimmering with iridescent light, gradually forming a gigantic image resembling a mirage.
Everyone's hair stood on end, and their hearts turned cold. All they could hear was the earth-shattering cries of infants, as tens of thousands of venomous insects surged like a tidal wave towards the headquarters of the demonic sect.
Luo Xuan turned his face away, his toes lightly touching the ground, not stirring a speck of dust. Slowly, he placed the Prajna flower down; the flower let out a soft cough, swaying slightly. Luo Xuan hurriedly supported it again.
Nie Xinghai could only laugh wildly: "What can a mere little poison fairy do to me?"
The firelight illuminated her face, her skin pale as snow, fresh and smooth. Her willow-like brows arched delicately, carrying a hint of pouting charm, while her slender eyes curved gently, filled with a playful smile. Her lips, plump and inviting, made one wish to take a bite, softly pouting like a peach, as if playing a green flute in a teasing manner. That strange allure left one dry-mouthed and inexplicably quickened the heartbeat.
Xuan Yuan Zhan and the others quickly held their breath and focused their minds: "Not good, they are using poison again"
On the gauze scarf shore, the crane rides in with ease, raising its head to let out a long howl, soaring straight up to the Heavenly Altar
The black poisonous smoke surged all around, hissing continuously, rolling like dark clouds, heavily pressing down on everyone's heads. Breathing became difficult, a sense of nausea overwhelmed, and nothing could be seen clearly; it felt as if the heavens were shaking and the earth was moving. Inside, a burning sensation raged, as if it were igniting along with the surrounding crimson flames. One person after another succumbed to the poison and collapsed.
The character known as the Flower of Wisdom was originally the third young lady of the Tang Sect. Two years ago, for reasons unknown, she severed ties with the Tang Sect and ventured into the martial world alone. In the martial world, she is referred to as the Poison Fairy, embodying both righteousness and wickedness, with a peculiar way of conducting herself, yet always acting according to her own nature. Trained in poison and hidden weapons from a young age, her physical constitution is extremely weak. While she is unparalleled in the use of poison, her martial arts and internal strength are quite ordinary.
Nie Xinghai raised his eyebrows slightly, his face displaying an air of arrogance: "I didn't expect this Xuanyuan Zhan to have some skills. But to think that with just a few moves, he could lead people to attack the headquarters of my Holy Sect, he really underestimates me, Nie Xinghai. Xiang Hongyan!"
The two players engaged in a prolonged contest of flute music, and Xiang Hongyan soon realized she was at a disadvantage. Nie Xinghai let out a cold laugh, slowly placing his palm on Xiang Hongyan's back, which instantly enhanced her internal energy. A beam of blue light surged from the flute, heading straight for the Prajna Flower. The Prajna Flower took the blow head-on, causing blood to surge from its throat. Xuanyuan Zhan quickly soared into the sky, intercepting the streams of blue light in mid-air.
In an instant, the sound of cannon fire roared, deafening the ears, as each ship was continuously struck by cannonballs, shaking violently. Fragments of shattered wood flew in all directions, piercing through the bodies of many, blood gushing forth, and cries of agony echoed incessantly
Xuan Yuan Zhan's brow furrowed tighter. A month ago, under the leadership of the martial arts alliance leader Xuan Yuan Zhan, several major sects including Mengshan, Qingyu, Emei, and the Tushugai Gang united to besiege the headquarters of the Demon Cult on the Ten Temples Island. The Demon Cult's Underworld has seen a remarkable rise in power over the past two years, growing at an astonishing rate. Xuan Yuan Zhan has always been cautious in his dealings, taking preventive measures to avoid future troubles. He could not stand by and watch the Demon Cult commit numerous atrocities while growing stronger, fearing endless repercussions in the future. Thus, he invited various sects to join forces for the siege. Unfortunately, major sects like Shaolin and Wudang, being self-proclaimed prestigious schools, refused to participate, resulting in a significant reduction in their strength. The people of the Underworld are all highly skilled and cunning, adept at using poison, and the headquarters of the Underworld relies on natural fortifications, making it difficult to breach. Seeing his side suffer heavy casualties, Xuan Yuan Zhan feared that if they did not retreat quickly, they would face total annihilation.
Suddenly, a wave of blue mist drifted in from an unknown source, accompanied by a clear and melodious sound of a flute that made everyone feel significantly more awake. Looking up, one could see on the right bank of the great river, amidst the continuous glow of fire, a woman in colorful garments standing gracefully, playing a green flute with a gentle and flowing melody. Her long black hair was elegantly styled, adorned with dozens of fine braids at her ears, fluttering along with her sleeves and the hem of her dress as if ready to take flight.
Nie Xinghai took two steps back and burst into laughter
With a grand gesture, he commanded: "Withdraw..."
Xuan Yuan Zhan gazed blankly at Luo Xuan, who was staring at the Prajna Flower, shaking his head helplessly, with a faint pain twisting in his heart
Nie Xinghai, you old scoundrel, having committed numerous crimes, why do you not surrender? Today, I shall lead my fellow martial artists to take down your lair!
Xuan Yuan Zhan was filled with great joy again: "Brother Luo!"