The water of the Yellow River was like an enraged dragon, with turbid waves emptying out and surging violently. The surging river water carried mud and sand, making a deafening roar, as if venting its dissatisfaction with the chaos in the world. Above the river, Jiuying's poisonous fire and floods intertwined, forming a death net that continued to expand outward. The poisonous fire was a strange dark green color, and wherever it went, the air was burned and distorted, making a "sizzling" sound; the flood was like a galloping horse, with turbid waves surging, and all the places it passed were ruthlessly submerged. These two terrifying forces intertwined, shrouding the entire Yellow River basin in an atmosphere of despair and destruction.
Lin Feng knelt heavily on one knee, his body trembling slightly due to fatigue and pain. His left eye had long been completely blind, and the empty eye socket had lost its former spirit, leaving only endless darkness. His right eye was also covered by a layer of gray-white film, and his vision became blurred. The whole world became hazy and distorted in his eyes. The Wuxiang Mirror in his hand was shaking violently at this moment, as if it was under unimaginable pressure. On the mirror body, cracks spread like fine spider webs, and each crack seemed to be a ruthless judgment of fate, indicating that this artifact was about to be destroyed. Lin Feng raised his head and looked at the full moon in the sky that was dyed deeper and deeper by blood. Xuan Zhenzi's prophecy before his death - "The blood moon appears, and it is time to defy fate" suddenly echoed in his mind like a huge bell.
"Lin Feng!" Lin Wanqiu's urgent cry came from the towering altar in the distance. At this moment, her red dress was completely soaked in blood, and the blood kept dripping down the corners of her clothes, gathering into a shocking pool of blood on the stone slabs of the altar. The talisman chain had been broken into half by her previous blood-spurting counterattack, and it fell powerlessly beside her. And the root of her dragon horn was constantly flowing with the green dragon soul power. The light was weak but revealed a tenacious power, as if telling of her unyielding will. The Nine Infants, who had noticed the intentions of the two, suddenly turned their three huge snake heads towards them at the same time, and the six vertical pupils flashed with fierce and angry light. Then, the smelly venom sprayed out of its mouth like a torrential rain, and the venom drew arcs in the air, with a pungent smell, whistling towards the direction of Lin Feng and Lin Wanqiu.
Lin Feng gritted his teeth, forced himself to stand up with difficulty despite his exhausted body. He raised the Wuxiang Mirror with both hands and aimed it at the blood moon with all his strength. In an instant, the dragon pattern on the mirror body suddenly burst into dazzling golden light as if a fuse had been lit. This golden light was like a brilliant bridge, connecting the Wuxiang Mirror and the blood moon together. Then, the light of the blood moon was refracted by the Wuxiang Mirror into an extremely dazzling beam of light, shooting straight at Jiuying. Feeling the threat of this powerful force, Jiuying let out an angry roar, and the sound shook the earth, as if it was going to shatter the whole world. Its head, which was spewing floodwaters, was instantly frozen, and the dark blue ice crystals spread from the gaps in the scales at a very fast speed, and in the blink of an eye, the entire head was wrapped in it, making it look like a beautiful ice sculpture. However, the other six heads became more violent because of this. They spewed out poisonous fire crazily. The blazing poisonous fire instantly ignited the air within a radius of ten miles. The scorching heat caused the sand and stones on the ground to begin to melt, and bursts of white smoke rose.
"Use your body as a guide and your dragon soul as a lock!" Lin Wanqiu looked determined, biting her fingertips, and bright red blood dripped from them. She quickly waved her fingers in the air, drawing an ancient and mysterious sealing spell. As the spell was completed, her body began to gradually become transparent, and the scattered fragments of red clothes danced in the wind like burning butterflies. At the moment when Lin Feng's mirror light intertwined with her spell, the bronze coffin that had been suspended above the Yellow River suddenly made a deafening explosion. The coffin lid was suddenly opened by a powerful force, revealing the huge, beating blood-red heart inside. Every powerful beat of Jiuying's heart seemed to trigger a small earthquake, setting off a powerful air wave that was enough to overturn the mountains. Wherever this air wave went, trees were uprooted, boulders were thrown into the air, and huge cracks were torn from the ground.
The fox demon leader witnessed all this and let out a sharp scream. Its body instantly turned into a nine-tailed phantom, and it pounced on Lin Wanqiu like a black lightning. "Do you think you can seal the Nine Infants like this? It's wishful thinking!" Its voice was full of anger and ridicule. The moment it approached Lin Wanqiu, it stretched out its sharp claws and fiercely tore a long bloody wound on Lin Wanqiu's back. Lin Wanqiu felt pain and shook his body, but his eyes were still firm. Just when the fox demon was proud, Lin Feng reacted quickly. He controlled the Wuxiang Mirror, and a sharp mirror light was like an invisible blade, instantly cutting off one of the fox demon's tails. The fox demon let out a shrill scream, and the severe pain made its body curl up. But a trace of sinister light flashed in its eyes, and before Lin Feng launched another attack, it threw the Nine Infants Soul Banner, which had been tightly held in its hand, at Lin Feng. The runes on the banner suddenly flashed a strange light during the flight, and then turned into black chains that instantly wrapped around Lin Feng's wrist.
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"Leave me alone!" Lin Wanqiu's voice was filled with tears. She looked at Lin Feng with reluctance and determination in her eyes. At this moment, she burned the last power of the dragon soul, her body turned into a dazzling green light, and she rushed into the bronze coffin without hesitation. Instantly, the earth-shaking roar of Jiuying came from the coffin, and the voice was full of pain and anger, as if to destroy the whole world. Then, the coffin lid closed with a bang, and the green light and black mist intertwined outside the coffin to form a huge cocoon. The cocoon slowly sank and fell to the bottom of the Yellow River. In the cocoon, Lin Wanqiu's last figure was looming, and her red clothes turned into ashes under the burning of the dragon soul. The last smile was just like the morning mist in Qingtian Village that year, gentle and resolute, full of attachment to Lin Feng, and also full of fearlessness to sacrifice for the people.
"No!" Lin Feng let out a heart-wrenching cry. He struggled desperately, trying to break free from the shackles of the Nine Infants Soul Banner's rune chains. However, after enduring such a powerful impact, the Wuxiang Mirror finally couldn't bear the burden and shattered completely with a "click". Countless fragments flew around like sharp hidden weapons, some of which scratched Lin Feng's cheeks. Blood immediately gushed out, mixed with the silver light of the lens, and slowly dripped down his cheeks. At the moment he lost the mirror, Lin Feng's eyes were completely blind, and the whole world in front of him instantly fell into darkness, as if covered by a black curtain that could never be penetrated. But with his tenacious will and keen perception, he could feel that the residual soul of the fox demon leader was about to escape into the Netherworld Crack, which was the evil place where the Nine Infants first awakened.
"Where are you going!" Lin Feng gritted his teeth and fumbled to pick up a mirror on the ground. With the weak guidance of the mirror spirit's remnant soul, he threw it towards the crack with all his strength. The mirror light was like a meteor that streaked through the night sky. With Lin Feng's anger and determination, it instantly crossed the sky and nailed the fox demon's remnant soul in mid-air. The fox demon let out an unwilling scream, and its body turned into a wisp of black smoke, gradually dissipating in the air. But its curse before death echoed in the air for a long time: "Jiuying will not die. The Netherworld Rift will always be its." The voice was like a vicious curse, hovering over this land baptized by war.
Suddenly, there was a sound like glass breaking in the sky. The blood moon, like a piece of exquisite glass, began to disintegrate in the astonished eyes of the crowd. The red moonlight fluttered down like snowflakes, falling on the Yellow River, dyeing the surging Yellow River water into a shocking scarlet color. Under the influence of the blood moon's collapse, the frozen body of the Nine Infants began to show cracks, and then quickly shattered. The huge head fell into the river like a meteor, stirring up huge waves dozens of feet high. The huge waves hit the river bank and made a deafening roar. The cocoon that sealed the heart of the Nine Infants was slowly sinking to the bottom of the river. Every time it sank, the demonic energy between heaven and earth weakened. The air, which was originally oppressive and suffocating, began to gradually become fresh.
Lin Feng groped his way towards the altar, his steps staggering but firm. Lin Wanqiu's last smile kept echoing in his ears, and that smile seemed to be engraved in the depths of his soul, becoming his only comfort in this dark world. The air was filled with smoke and the smell of blood, which were traces left by this tragic battle. But in the distance, there seemed to be the cries of the people who survived the disaster. In those cries, there was both grief for the death of their loved ones and gratitude for rebirth after the disaster. Lin Feng knew that they had won this battle against fate, but the price they paid was so painful. The fragments of the Wuxiang Mirror hurt in his palms. Those fragments, like indelible memories, were proof of his and Lin Wanqiu's joint battle, and also the deep and unspeakable bond between them.
The sound of the Yellow River was still there, but there was no longer the terrifying roar of Jiuying. Lin Feng stood quietly on the shore, the breeze gently brushed his face, as if to soothe the pain in his heart. Two lines of tears flowed from his blind eyes, and the tears slid down his scarred cheeks and dripped onto the ground under his feet. He knew that his mission was far from over. As long as the Nether Rift still existed in the world, evil could return at any time.
