GBP Chapter 286 Disastrous Failure
Chapter 286 Disastrous Failure
"Boom!"
With a deafening roar, as if the heavens and earth were collapsing, a blinding golden light burst forth from the palm of the Heavenly Dao.
Within the light, countless golden threads poured down like a torrential rain, each gleaming with a cold metallic luster, like deadly blades from hell.
Qin Muyang's expression changed, and he quickly took out defensive magic artifacts. Ji Yun threw out all the defensive talismans in her hand, and Zhong Yingxiu activated a defensive array, surrounding everyone.
However, the golden threads of Heaven were not so easily resisted. Like nimble venomous snakes, they instantly pierced through the hastily erected defensive array. The array, as fragile as paper, shattered instantly under the impact of the golden threads, dissipating into countless rays of light in the air. The talismans and magical artifacts were reduced to dust in the blink of an eye.
Meng Qingyue leaped onto the sword, his movements nimble as he attempted to dodge the golden silk's attacks with speed. He lightly touched the ground with his toes, leaving afterimages like a ghost.
But the golden threads seemed to have eyes, relentlessly following his movements. In the blink of an eye, several golden threads wrapped around his limbs. He struggled desperately, but felt the threads tightening more and more, digging deep into his flesh, and blood slowly dripped down the threads.
He grabbed the gold thread around his neck, but his hand got tangled in it, leaving it a bloody mess.
Everything before her eyes gradually blurred, and Meng Qingyue vaguely felt her palms were a little cold.
Is that the feel of snow?
Only one image remained in his mind.
In his childhood, he traveled the world with his master, making the place his home. Finally, one day, his master brought him and his junior brothers and sisters to Twilight Snow Peak, saying that this would be the location of the sect from now on.
The cold wind made people shiver, and even Meng Qingyue felt a little disappointed.
However, when a cold snowball hit his chest, Mu Zhi smiled at him, while the other junior brothers and sisters also picked up snowballs and threw them at him.
Meng Qingyue bent down and grabbed a handful of snow. As it flew and scattered in the air, her junior brothers and sisters laughed, and even their master laughed.
Meng Qingyue chuckled softly. He knew that wherever his master, junior brothers, and junior sisters were, that was his home.
"Second Junior Brother!" Xie Wanning cried out in anguish, but could only watch helplessly as Meng Qingyue fell from the sky, giving up any further struggle.
Meng Qingyue closed her eyes.
I'm sorry, Senior Sister, I can't go back with you to see Master. I broke my promise.
At the same time, Zhong Yingxiu quickly formed hand seals, and a teleportation array instantly appeared beneath her feet.
However, the teleportation array malfunctioned, and in an instant, countless golden threads surged from all directions, tightly wrapping her up.
Her eyes widened in terror, trying to scream for help, but her throat felt blocked, and she could only manage weak whimpers. The golden threads tightened more and more, and she felt her bones creaking as if they might break at any moment. The surrounding air seemed to be sucked away, her vision blurred, and her consciousness slowly faded away in this endless pain.
No sound could be heard around me, but the name "Xiao Xiu" echoed in my mind.
Mom and Dad, are you here to pick me up?
"Aniu!"
Su Anying watched in horror as A Niu was bound by golden threads. He only managed a few moos before falling silent. Her body was wrapped in layers of dense golden threads, like a butterfly trapped in a cocoon, unable to escape. Her eyes were empty and filled with despair; her once vibrant gaze was now dull and lifeless. The muscles in her face were contorted with pain, but she no longer had the strength to struggle.
Let her go with Ah Niu; she can't let Ah Niu leave alone.
"Aqi, stay behind me!"
Ji Yun stood in front of Xia Mengqi, and with all his might, he took out talismans. Explosive talismans, freezing talismans and other lethal talismans exploded in the air.
Unfortunately, these talismans were like bubbles that burst at the slightest touch in front of the golden threads, unable to withstand even a fraction of their attack.
Just as the golden thread was about to get close, Ji Yun resolutely stood in front of Xia Mengqi.
The golden threads, like sharp steel needles, flew towards him from all directions. Ji Yun felt a sharp pain as several golden threads pierced through his limbs.
Ji Yun supported his swaying body. Every place where the gold thread pierced through him was excruciatingly painful. His body trembled uncontrollably, his breathing became rapid and heavy, and each gasp was accompanied by a violent cough, with blood constantly spilling from the corner of his mouth.
"Ah Yun, don't be afraid."
Without hesitation, Xia Mengqi threw herself into Ji Yun's arms, getting close to his gradually cooling body.
Like a hunter spotting its prey, Jin Si rushed towards Xia Mengqi without hesitation.
The two embraced without fear, their communication bracelets clattering together with a crisp "ding".
The golden threads pierced Xia Mengqi and Ji Yun's bodies, and blood gushed from their wounds, slowly sliding down the threads and dripping onto the dusty ground, forming shocking blood flowers.
With his last ounce of strength, Ji Yun gently raised his hand to brush the hair from Xia Mengqi's face, a tender smile playing on his lips, as if telling her not to be afraid. Xia Mengqi, enduring the excruciating pain, returned his smile, a smile filled with reluctance and longing.
Two people who were once homeless cherished each other so much that even death could not separate them.
With a thud, the two fell to the ground, lifeless.
Qiao Qingzi watched the golden threads flying towards her, but did not move her feet.
Life is like a flower blooming, death is like a flower falling, natural and serene.
As a healer, she had witnessed too many deaths. She knew that a person's life was both long and short, and in her more than twenty years, she had saved many people, made close friends, and taken on the responsibility of being a chosen one.
One should live when one is alive, and die when one is dead.
She has no regrets, no remorse.
Qiao Qingzi calmly closed her eyes, and the golden thread instantly pierced through her body.
"Let her go."
Qingqiu Yu drew her bow and shot an arrow toward Xie Wanning.
She knew that Xie Wanning was a phoenix, and could be resurrected after death. Although every arrow that flew caused Qingqiu Yu heartache, the most urgent task was to free Xie Wanning from the control of the golden threads.
However, the golden threads blocked the arrows. The threads trembled slightly before easily entangled and snapped the arrows. Then, even more golden threads surged towards Qingqiu Yu.
"Step aside!"
Qingqiu Yu shouted angrily, drawing the bowstring to its fullest extent, emitting a low buzzing sound. The arrow was poised to be released, its fletching trembling slightly.
In an instant, the arrow shot out like a meteor, tearing the air apart and making a hissing sound.
A few short "whoosh" sounds were followed by a muffled "plop" sound.
Golden threads pierced through Qingqiu Yu's body.
"puff!"
After spitting out a mouthful of blood, Qingqiu Yu knelt on one knee, looking up at the sky with resentment.
Seeing Xie Wanning tightly bound by golden threads, with blood dripping onto the ground, Qingqiu Yu felt his whole body tremble uncontrollably.
"I said, let go of Wan Ning!" Qing Qiu Yu roared, her heart pounding.
She knelt on one knee, her posture as upright as a pine tree, her left leg firmly bent forward, her right knee on the ground, and the ancient longbow in her hand was drawn to its full extent.
Her eyes were sharp as she locked onto her target. She nocked an arrow, released it with a flick of her finger, and with a whoosh, the arrow, accompanied by a fierce gust of wind, vanished from sight in an instant.
"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"
Arrows flew out in succession, carrying the force of piercing the air.
However, as countless golden threads surged toward Qingqiu Yu, she did not retreat, her movements never ceasing.
Eight arrows flew out, but were blocked by the golden threads.
With each arrow that flew out, countless golden threads simultaneously pierced Qingqiu Yu's body, penetrating her heart, and causing the crimson tail behind Qingqiu Yu to fall off one by one.
As the last tail fell off, Qingqiu Yu's frantically beating heart stopped beating, but her eyes remained fixed on Xie Wan Ning's direction.
Sister Xie, I am not an ungrateful and wicked fox. I will always be your Qiu Ling, even if I abandon my mission and identity as the Demon King.
From that night in the black market when you saved my life, that was the moment I was willing to give you all nine of my lives.
"Qiu Ling!" Xie Wan, who was nearly unconscious, called out in a daze, blood flowing from the corner of her mouth.
"Like moths to a flame, aren't they?" Fusang's satisfied words rang in his ears. He looked at the scene on the ground and chuckled, "Moths to a flame will only bring about their own destruction. Now, the last 'moth' is about to arrive."