Abyss Walker

Chapter 132 The mythical beast Qilin

Yun Muhan: Let's communicate with Qilin first to avoid accidental injury.

Yun Muhan continuously communicated with the Qilin in his sea of ​​consciousness...

Jin: "Senior Qilin, your divine power is exhausted now. Stop fighting and retreat quickly... I will cover you."

E: "The people of Shenri Kingdom are all hypocrites. You are not a citizen of Shenri Kingdom, so why do you stay here and help the wicked?"

Jin: "If you don't retreat now, senior, all that awaits you is your demise. Go quickly... otherwise, I will have no choice but to..."

E: "Though I die today, I am still the divine beast Qilin. I, the Qilin, will only die in battle, not as a coward who runs away."

Jin: "Senior, I respect you, but I do not wish to see you die. I promise you that I will return to the Divine Sun Kingdom and destroy it."

E: "No need to say more, you must have had your will extinguished. I will never associate with a dragon like you."

Du: "Qilin, there are secrets in the Divine Sun Kingdom. You cannot die here and disrupt our plans. Enter my true form first."

"Uh: "Dugu Jian? Didn't you go to wreak havoc in the Demon Continent? How come you're in Yuan Continent?"

Jin: "There's no time to explain. Please believe me, senior. The Divine Sun Kingdom cannot be destroyed now."

E: "Never mind... Although I don't believe you are a dragon, I do believe Dugu Jian is a sword."

Du: "See that? This sword is majestic, this sword is handsome."

The Qilin's figure gradually became illusory before Dugu Jian, and its majestic and mysterious form began to shimmer with dazzling light, like the brightest star in the night sky.

Its scales reflect the surrounding light, and every inch of its skin exudes an ancient and powerful energy.

The Qilin's gaze was deep and calm as it stared at Dugu Jian, as if engaging in a silent communication.

The moment the Qilin transformed into a stream of light, time seemed to freeze.

The streak of light, like a shooting star piercing the night sky, carried the will and power of the Qilin and rushed towards Dugu Jian at an astonishing speed.

The moment the light touched the sword, the blade emitted a clear and melodious sword cry, which echoed in the air like an ancient war song, stirring and powerful.

Amidst the clanging of the sword, Dugu Jian's blade seemed to tremble slightly, and the light flowing on its edge grew even brighter, as if life was awakening within the sword, and a soul was singing.

The light from the sword shone on Yun Muhan's face, and his eyes flashed with surprise and awe.

The sword's cry was not only a boast to Yun Muhan, but also a form of recognition, a tribute from the sword spirit.

Yun Muhan could sense the changes in Dugu Jian; the hilt became warmer in his hand, and the connection between the sword and him became stronger.

He knew that the power of the Qilin had merged with the Dugu Sword, and that this sword was no longer just a weapon, but possessed the will to protect and fight.

The surrounding air became lively due to the infusion of this power, as if even the wind was cheering for Dugu Jian's new power.

Yun Muhan gripped the sword hilt tightly. He could feel the power contained within the sword, a power capable of cleaving through darkness and severing evil.

He knew that with the blessing of the Qilin, Dugu Sword would be even more invincible, and he would be even more fearless.

"Where is that monster?"

"Why is it missing?"

"It must have been the king; he instantly killed that monster."

"The king is mighty, the king is powerful."

"My beloved people, our lord has rid the land of the monster that wreaked havoc. The sacrifices of the elders and warriors have not been in vain. We will surely prosper."

"Oh my, Your Majesty is truly wise and mighty! Not only did you vanquish the monster, but you also saved us all!"

"Yes, yes, the king's strength is simply unfathomable. That monster was utterly no match for him!"

"I knew it! As long as our ruler is here, our Divine Sun Kingdom will only get stronger and stronger!"

Yun Muhan coldly observed all of this, his heart filled with disdain and mockery: these people only knew how to flatter, completely forgetting the dangerous situation just now, and also forgetting the elders and warriors who died to protect them.

Dugu Jianling was also full of disdain: "And the so-called ruler is nothing but a selfish and self-serving guy who will stop at nothing to maintain his power and status."

Yun Muhan: What's the deal with that Shen Ri Qingxue? Not only did she not flatter me, but for a moment I thought I even sensed her cold laughter... Was it just my imagination?

Dugu Jianling: It wasn't my imagination, I felt it too. It's time to meet this Shenri Qingxue.

Yun Muhan and Shen Riqingxue returned to their room.

Yun Muhan spoke first: "You are not Shen Ri Qingxue!"

"...That's right, I am indeed not that good-for-nothing." Shen Ri Qingxue, sitting upright in front of him, spoke without any emotion.

"Then who are you? Are you also here for the secrets behind the Divine Sun Kingdom?"

"You are not worthy to know my name, nor are you worthy of my answer."

"Arrogant? You have no right to be arrogant in front of us." With a thought from Yun Muhan, two Dugu swords and a dragon soul slowly emerged from behind him, their presence making the atmosphere in the entire space even more solemn.

The Lone Sword exudes a chilling aura, its blade seemingly carved from millennia-old ice, emitting a faint blue light.

The chilling aura flowing along the blade was almost tangible, making the surrounding air icy cold, and you could even see tiny ice crystals forming around the blade.

The chill of this sword is not merely a matter of temperature; it is a penetrating, bone-chilling cold that seems capable of freezing the vitality of all life.

The other sword, Dugu Sword, exuded a chilling poisonous aura, its blade displaying an eerie dark green color, as if containing a deadly toxin.

There seemed to be liquid flowing on the blade; it was concentrated venom, a single drop of which could corrode even the hardest metal.

The poison of this sword is not only physical, but also a spiritual erosion; its presence suffocates and evokes despair in all living beings around it.

The dragon soul, like a phantom, hovered between the two swords. Its dragon scales shimmered with a metallic luster, and its dragon eyes burned with an indomitable fighting spirit.

The dragon soul's pressure was almost tangible; its presence made the pressure from the two swords even more concentrated and powerful.

The pressure from these three forces was concentrated on the woman in front of them, creating an invisible pressure.

The woman's face turned pale. She could feel the immense power of the three forces, each capable of pulverizing her.