After dealing with the evil soul master, things did not end there.
Just now, Le Qianyao forced a breakthrough and condensed the first and second soul rings for himself. At the same time, he also fully activated the Shura Sword Seal behind him.
Le Qianyao half-knelt in the ruins of the wooden house, mobilizing all his soul power and frantically concentrating on the Shura mark behind him, trying to suppress the Shura sword mark that was about to explode.
But it had no effect. The violent Shura Sword Seal instantly broke through Le Qianyao's suppression. The powerful sword energy rushed along Le Qianyao's limbs and meridians, and twisted around in Le Qianyao's body.
"ah!"
The sky-high sword intent, wrapped in murderous momentum, burst out from Le Qianyao's body. He roared, his fingertips dug deeply into his palms, and the light golden soul power gathered like fireflies towards the bloody mark on his back.
However, the sword energy rushed back, and the Shura sword energy penetrated from the inside of Le Qianyao's body, cracking the surface inch by inch, and countless tiny sword wounds appeared, and blood beads continued to seep out along the cracks.
Immediately afterwards, the Shura sword mark on his back began to spread, and scarlet lines spread along the spine to the neck, quickly covering Le Qianyao's entire body. Each line was like a poisoned blade, shattering his soul power into pieces.
The Shura will contained in the Shura Sword Seal constantly affects Le Qianyao's mind. One of Le Qianyao's eyes is the normal light gold, while the other has turned blood red under the influence of the Shura will, and it seems that it is about to lose control at any time.
"Damn it! Press it down!" He staggered and held onto the wall, the bricks turning into powder in his palms.
Every feather on the wings behind him began to tremble violently, and the dazzling golden light fiercely struggled with the blood-red patterns on his body.
But the violent aura within the seal instantly broke through Le Qianyao's suppression and continued to erode Le Qianyao's mind.
"ah!"
At this critical moment, the Creation Angel's martial spirit seemed to be threatened. A silver light suddenly shone from the center of Le Qianyao's eyebrows, and an angel's shadow emerged. Its wings stretched out like clouds hanging from the sky, and every feather was flowing with a sacred light. It gently stroked the scars on Le Qianyao's body. The Creation Angel gently hugged Le Qianyao from behind.
The silver mark between the angel's eyebrows emitted a faint light, condensing into colorful silver threads that wrapped around Le Qianyao's body.
The two forces collided in the narrow space, and a golden and red halo burst out. When the red patterns touched the silver silk thread, they were instantly suppressed, and the red patterns on the body gradually faded.
"Martial Spirit protects the master?"
Generally speaking, martial souls have their own will. The more powerful the martial soul, the stronger its will. When the host suffers damage beyond its ability to bear, the martial soul will stimulate its own potential to protect the host.
Taking advantage of the fact that the Angel of Creation briefly suppressed the Shura Sword Seal, Le Qianyao also used all his strength to continuously condense his soul power towards the Shura Sword Seal, determined to refine it.
He didn't want to leave a time bomb in his body that might explode at any time.
As if sensing Le Qianyao's intention, the Shura Sword Seal resisted violently, and the sharp sword intent easily severed Le Qianyao's soul power.
"Hmph, if I can't refine it, then I'd rather peel you off from my body."
The silver thread suddenly tightened, forcing the Shura Sword Seal back to the spine. Le Qianyao took the opportunity to mobilize all his soul power, condensing it into a golden chain, which pierced into the core of the Shura Sword Seal along the silver thread.
The moment the chain collided with the sword seal, a deafening sword sound rang out in his sea of consciousness.
"town!"
The golden chain suddenly tightened, pressing the scarlet mark deep into the bone marrow.
The scarlet lines gradually faded, replaced by a light golden sword-shaped mark. On the blade, a circle of scarlet lines was engraved, exuding a sharp and restrained aura.
Le Qianyao slowly stood up, and the shadow of the angel of creation behind him gradually dissipated.
He raised his right hand, and a lightsaber condensed in his palm, with a light golden glow flowing on the sword body.
As his mind moved, the Shura Sword Seal trembled slightly, and a ray of scarlet sword intent attached to the lightsaber.
"break!"
He swung his sword at the huge rock beside him, and before the sword reached it, the sword energy had already split it in half.
The cut was as smooth as a mirror, as if even a crack had been cut in the space.
"This is the power of Shura Sword Intent..." Le Qianyao stared at the lightsaber in his hand, a flicker of shock in his eyes. With the blessing of the sword intent, his attacks were not only more powerful, but also had a defense-breaking effect, allowing him to easily break through others' defenses.
After taking a short breath, Le Qianyao stood up and walked out of the hut to look for Yali.
"Brother Xiaoyao!" Seeing Le Qianyao coming back, Yali threw herself into Le Qianyao's arms, her body still trembling slightly because of fear.
Le Qianyao gently stroked Yali and comforted her, "Don't be afraid, Li'er, don't be afraid."
"Um."
After Yali calmed down a little, Le Qianyao took Yali and slowly walked towards Lina's body.
The moonlight sprinkled on Lina's pale face like a veil. Her hands were still pierced by the black bone nails, and the bloodstains on her neck had solidified into dark red.
The air was filled with a faint smell of blood, mixed with the unique smell of decay of the barren mountains, which was suffocating.
"Aunt Na..." Le Qianyao's voice was so hoarse that it was almost inaudible. He knelt beside Lina, and his fingertips stroked her cold cheek with trembling hands. The woman in his memory who always smiled gently was now so quiet that it was heartbreaking.
The moment Yali saw Lina, she burst into tears. She threw herself on Lina and grabbed her clothes tightly with her little hands: "Mom, wake up... Li'er doesn't want the cake anymore, Li'er wants you to come back..." Her crying echoed in the silent and desolate mountains.
Le Qianyao took a deep breath and suppressed the grief surging in his chest. He formed seals with his hands, a golden light flashed between his eyebrows, and the shadow of the angel of creation appeared behind him.
As the six wings stretched out, a light golden halo surged towards Lina's body like a tide.
"Guide the dead on their way home, to the resting place of the soul, pure!"
The moment the halo enveloped Lina, her body gradually became transparent, and a wisp of light golden soul power rose from her chest and turned into starlight.
Le Qianyao stared at the soul power, tears welling in his eyes: "Aunt Na, please rest in peace. When I become a god, I will definitely let you be reborn!"
The starlight condensed into the shadow of Lina in the sky. She looked down at Yali, her eyes full of love: "Lier, listen to Brother Xiaoyao...A Niang will turn into a star and watch over you every night."
"Mother!" Yali stretched out her hand, but only touched nothingness. Lina's shadow gradually dissipated and turned into a ray of light, which disappeared into the darkness. Yali curled up on the ground, tears silently sliding down her face.
Le Qianyao squatted down and gently held her in his arms: "Lier, Aunt Na just went to a very far place. One day, Aunt Na will come back again."
Yali raised her head, her tear-stained eyes reflecting Le Qianyao's resolute face. She clutched his collar tightly, as if grasping her only hope: "Brother Xiaoyao...will my mother really come back?"
"Yes, I will, believe me, Li'er." Le Qianyao wiped the tears from her face, his voice gentle but unquestionable.
"Well, I believe you, Brother Xiaoyao."