185: Yu Jingshen? It's just a joke!

Meng Yun's sword finger suddenly burst forth with golden light, like the pointed fists of a cactus beast, with thousands of golden rays penetrating his body.

As soon as the golden light left his body, it vanished into the void, following the thousands of silk threads, as if evaporating into thin air.

In some corners of the spectator stands, bursts of laughter suddenly erupted.

In everyone's eyes, this cultivator fighting bare-handed seemed to be going mad at the air, and even his attacks looked utterly confusing.

The constantly appearing new wounds on his black-gold robes made him appear even more disheveled.

"Is this the prodigy Heaven Sword Pavilion vouched for?"

A cultivator from another dynasty sneered, crushing a walnut, "I could break this flashy display with my eyes closed!"

His companions behind him burst into laughter, completely unaware that turtle shell patterns were appearing on their necks, and invisible threads had already begun to quietly pierce them.

Southern Palace East's fingernails dug into his palms.

He relied on a certain royal secret technique, burning his essence blood and lifespan at great cost, to barely perceive the Demon Seed threads.

He saw seven threads piercing into the earth veins along Meng Yun's rolling and dodging trajectory.

"Cough, cough, cough!!!"

Western Gate Clear coughed three times.

He also mastered this supreme secret technique; after burning his own potential, his aura instantly weakened by thirty percent.

A sword talisman shot out from his sleeve.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

The sword talisman was incredibly fast, and no one present observed it.

Clatter!

The bronze sparrow lamp in the southwest corner shattered in response—that was precisely the pollution node set up by the Demon Seed!

"Oh my! You scared me!"

A cultivator exclaimed in alarm, "This Heaven Sword Pavilion's bronze sparrow lamp is too flimsy!"

"Does Yu Jingshen only know how to play tricks?" Lan Zhixi of the Shui Yue Dynasty was quite indignant at Meng Yun's lack of fighting spirit:

"If you're going to fight, use real weapons, stop with these illusory..."

Her complaint came to an abrupt halt.

Because.

The golden light emanating from Meng Yun's fingertip shot out from the void, grazing her ear and severing an invisible thread wrapped around her Purple Mansion.

A wisp of black hair was cut off by the golden light, instantly turning to ash.

Everyone only saw Lan Zhixi's chattering mouth suddenly fall silent, and she herself slumped to the ground as if losing her soul.

But they didn't know that she had just escaped from the gates of hell.

"Yu Jingshen, we just criticized him a bit!"

"Is there a need to take it out on the audience?!"

Mori Red's threads wove a net of heaven and earth in the void, coiling towards Meng Yun's leg.

Due to the emptiness of his internal sword qi, he temporarily had no effective means to resist, and Meng Yun's right leg was entangled by invisible threads, suddenly bending at an unnatural angle.

"Shhh~~~"

Booing sounds arose from the audience.

Several cultivators deliberately mimicked his stumbling appearance, giggling:

"Is he performing an exorcism dance?"

"This kind of sponsored student is really weak!"

"Exactly, he can trip over nothing while standing! Hahahaha!"

A female disciple covered her mouth and chuckled, sarcastically commenting on Meng Yun's performance, unaware that her waist jade pendant was already covered in spiderweb-like black patterns.

This was a protective jade pendant, desperately resolving a life-and-death crisis for her.

At a certain moment, Southern Palace East suddenly threw out the imperial seal, and the vast imperial aura transformed into a barrier protecting the audience.

In everyone's eyes, the Emperor was merely guarding against the aftermath of the battle.

But they didn't know that four invisible threads attempting to parasitize Nangong Jing had already been reduced to ashes in the golden light.

After this strike, Southern Palace East's face also turned pale.

Even someone as strong as a Tribulation Transcender didn't have many means to effectively counter the infection of Demon Seed threads!

Using the authority of the imperial seal to mobilize the White Tiger Heaven Dynasty's destiny, even as Emperor, it was by no means easy at this moment!

Meng Yun, whose every ability inherently countered the Demon Seed, was simply an anomaly!

Western Gate Clear seized the opportunity to flick his finger, embedding half of a Dragon Slaying Nail into the array eye beneath Meng Yun's feet.

This was to seal and clear the pollution of the earth veins caused by the Demon Seed threads just now!

Because there were simply too many invisible threads, and Meng Yun had diverted almost all of his sword qi to save the audience.

For a moment, even he was struck by the threads, with blood splattering out.

"Look at his blood!" A cultivator suddenly exclaimed.

The blood flowing from Meng Yun, which already contained inactivated Demon Seed blood, landed on the ground and actually snaked into a talisman on the blue bricks!

Even Meng Yun himself, the originator of this talisman, could not fully comprehend it!

Under the enhancement of this homologous blood, within a ten-zhang radius, the originally invisible threads became visible, revealing a momentary red silk net!

But.

This phenomenon was fleeting.

Everyone rubbed their eyes and discussed:

"I didn't see wrong?

There are so many red lines on the ground?? He must have used an illusion talisman, right?"

"Yu Jingshen only knows how to play tricks!"

Mori Red's body suddenly swelled a hundredfold, causing the entire arena to become ethereal and indistinct.

Southern Palace East, under the blessing of the Emperor's Imperial Seal, had already transformed the audience into a blood-colored cocoon!

Countless threads snaked and stretched, already piercing through and connecting countless people's bodies!

Although Meng Yun's Dharma Banishment golden light was abundant, unfortunately.

There were even more Demon Seed red threads.

Endless, ceaseless!

But.

In the eyes of ordinary cultivators, all these anomalies were merely due to Meng Yun's sword qi stirring up too much dust, obscuring everyone's vision.

Some cultivators even still had the leisure to comment: "This move, Azure Dragon Swings Tail, is off by three inches..."

On the arena, Meng Yun watched himself being frantically suppressed, and countless spectators being eroded by the Demon Seed, and he couldn't help but feel a surge of anger.

If not for the overly weak origin of his Demon Subduing Swordplay, he wouldn't be fighting so frustratingly.

"Heaven and Earth Smelting Furnace, come forth, fire!"

The small flame, which Meng Yun had nurtured for a day, suddenly emerged from his body at his summons.

Rustle, rustle.

A cluster of golden-red flames danced wildly in his palm, then surged against the wind, transforming into a golden lotus that tightly enveloped his entire body.

The fiery petals rotated and burned, incinerating all invading threads.

"Yu Jingshen, can't win so he's resorting to self-immolation?"

"Look at Abe no Seimei, he's so composed, he's even fallen asleep~~"

Was he asleep?

He was clearly unconscious!

Southern Palace East, as the Emperor, had a belly full of complaints to vent, but to avoid causing panic, he ultimately decided to keep the matter of the demon's descent as hidden as possible.

He only wished...

That Yu Jingshen, with his unique cultivation method, could successfully slay Mori Red with their combined efforts!

"How do I feel like Yu Jingshen is acting strange, like he's drunk fake wine?" Lan Zhixi of the Shui Yue Dynasty asked her sister in confusion.

"I'm not sure, he seems to be just striking randomly." Lan Zhiqing, as a Soul Transformation stage cultivator, also couldn't understand Meng Yun's fighting style.

Just now, his bizarre golden light even almost injured her!

But what Lan Zhiqing didn't know was that a very precious Great Rejuvenation Pill in her spatial ring had already been completely polluted into a puddle of black water by the Demon Seed red threads.

The gaze returned to the arena.

"Falling Blossoms—Profusion!" The golden lotus of the Heaven and Earth Smelting Furnace rotated to its extreme, then burst forth with a roar, scattering everywhere in the sky.

The terrifying temperature even scorched deep black holes into the void.

Above the sky, it was as if a beautiful rain of petals was falling.