Chapter 155: Ruan Yunxiong Case (4) “Fuck.” Si Ling looked at the pair of…

Si Ling immediately realized that it was a ghost wall.

This was a very basic spell, known to ghosts who had been dead for more than ten years. Even recently deceased ghosts with a grudge or high enough talent could learn it without a teacher. Breaking this spell wasn't difficult either. If nothing unexpected happened, Si Ling could easily shatter the ghost wall with just one offensive spell.

but--

She turned her head to look at the cliff behind her and realized that this must be a trap.

There was something obviously wrong with the rubble and black smoke below the cliff. If she cast a spell at this moment because she couldn't get out of the trap, who knows what would happen.

But if I don't cast spells, being trapped here doesn't seem to be a big deal.

Si Ling frowned slightly, shook her head, and secretly made a Taoist gesture with her hands.

This is the way people in the world break through the ghost wall. To put it bluntly, it is to restrain the ghosts. It is outrageous for a ghost like her to learn this, but she has long been unable to be hurt by this kind of spell, so she just learns it.

After making the gesture, she waited for a while and took another step forward, but soon found herself still trapped in the rift.

Si Ling shook his head and tried the folk method of "look first, look second, look third".

Keep going forward, but you won’t reach the end.

Si Ling had no choice but to try some evil tricks he had seen on the Internet, such as singing some Yang-rich songs in his mind, such as "The Lone Hero", "Congratulations on Your Fortune" and even the national anthem; or using some extremely Yang-rich props, such as taking out the peach wood sword and Yin-Yang mirror from his bag.

When she was looking around aimlessly with the Yin-Yang Mirror, there was a sudden loud noise a few meters behind her, rumbling like thunder!

Si Ling suddenly turned around, his sight piercing the darkness as he saw a thin, tall tornado rising from the cliff. He immediately roared, "Whoever set this up? Get out!!!"

There was no other sound around except the rumbling sound.

Si Ling cursed: "No martial ethics!!!"

The barrier that even the Four Judges couldn't defeat was triggered by this little ghost-exorcism prop from the human world. Are you kidding me?

She gritted her teeth, gripped the dagger tightly with both hands, stared at the tornado intently, and waited for the battle to begin.

The tornado expanded rapidly, growing from a thin wisp to several meters wide in half a minute. Si Ling could no longer see its edge from the depths of the crack. The black smoke that was originally at the bottom of the cliff was rolled up by the wind, like countless black lines entangled in it.

For Si Ling, who had dealt with the "Rakshasa Ghost Phase" several times, this situation was not unfamiliar. This was the transition before the Rakshasa Ghost Phase took shape. It should soon form a complete ghost phase. Alice was in a similar situation at the time.

But a few seconds later, Si Ling saw some pieces of rubble floating up, sticking to the outer layer of the tornado, and swirling with the tornado.

Si Ling's eyes flashed, and she cautiously stepped forward to take a closer look. Fortunately, there was no ghost wall this time. She successfully reached the end of the crack and saw the true appearance of the tornado that was a hundred meters high.

There was already a lot of debris on the outer layer of the tornado, and more debris was being rolled up from below.

Suddenly, a strong wind approached from behind. Si Ling instinctively dodged and watched as a stone flake flew past her. She held her breath and looked to the side, where countless more stone flakes flew like arrows from the other side of the crack.

She didn't hide anymore. The stone pieces flew through her soul and flew towards the tornado. She observed silently and found that they seemed to have consciousness, each rushing towards a specific destination.

Thinking of the stone statues of Rakshasa outside, she had some guesses. After weighing the pros and cons, she jumped in front of the tornado. When another wave of stone chips flew towards her, she dodged and kicked them away one by one.

Seizing the perfect moment, Si Ling tightly grasped the yellow talisman between his fingers and threw it towards the tornado: "The evil spirits will stop and the abyss will condense, the spiritual platform will be clear and bright; the sky will stabilize the soul, and the Tao will naturally be at peace!"

Whoosh——

The yellow talisman sank into the black wind, stirring up a burst of thunder. But after a few seconds, the thunder dissipated, and the tornado continued to swirl. Si Ling took a deep breath, and out of the corner of his eye he saw another stone shard flying from the distance. Just as he was about to fly up and kick it, a sharp roar suddenly erupted from the crack.

Si Ling was startled and looked intently. Countless Rakshasas were sprinting towards him from the stone walls and the ground. They were on all fours, their postures twisted and strange, but their speed was extremely fast. Si Ling was distracted when a Rakshasa pounced in front of him, its sharp claws striking Si Ling in the face!

Si Ling dodged the blow, then swung his sword with his right hand, severing the Rakshasa's body in half, sending blood and flesh flying everywhere. Before he could even catch his breath, the next Rakshasa roared and attacked, only to be pierced through the throat by the sword in his left hand.

Then one after another... Si Ling, who had only seen dozens of stone statues just now, had no time to think about where these Rakshasas came from and could only fight hard.

"Thousands of souls come together!" She chanted a spell, and countless identical shadows spread out behind her. As she raised her sword again, they attacked the incoming Rakshasas together.

The cliff was in chaos, with roars, screams and flying flesh and blood. Si Ling gradually discovered that the Rakshasas here seemed to be endless, but this did not make sense, because Rakshasas was not a spell, but a species, just like mortals, evil spirits and gods, and could not appear out of thin air.

She was gradually on the verge of collapse. Although her powerful cultivation made her not at a disadvantage at all, if the Rakshasas were really endless, it would not be a solution to keep wasting time like this.

"Xuan Chi!!!" Si Ling roared to the sky while attacking left and right, "Where are the people!!! What are you doing!!!"

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At the same moment, Xuan Chi followed a faint blue will-o'-the-wisp out of Ruan Wenxiong's yard and into the depths of the dense forest. He knew this place was strange and was on guard, but somehow, he felt his vision flash before his eyes and he was pinned against a tree in an instant.

Xuan Chi produced a long spear in his hand and was about to fight back when the cold blade was pressed against his neck.

It was with this cold light that he could see the other person's face clearly.

"Yuan Qianzi?!" Xuan Chi shouted out the name in astonishment.

Yuan Qianzi stared at him with a ferocious smile: "How dare you come here?"

Xuan Chi was furious and kicked him away, slashing down with his halberd. Yuan Qianzi blocked the blow with his sword, then stood up and suddenly dove down to strike back.

Xuan Chi dodged backwards and launched a counter-attack, sending a blue-black light hurtling towards Yuan Qianzi. Yuan Qianzi showed no fear, shattering the light with a single blow of his sword. The blade struck the ground, sending waves billowing down towards Xuan Chi.

Xuan Chi cast a spell in time to block the attack, and the sand and gravel that hit him were repelled back. Yuan Qianzi retreated several steps and laughed in anger: "I didn't even manage to kill you back then!"

Xuan Chi said coldly: "Why betray the king!"

Yuan Qianzi scoffed, but didn't respond. He flew forward to attack again, but was kicked away by Xuan Chi. Taking advantage of Yuan Qianzi's unsteadiness, Xuan Chi instantly switched from defense to offense, slashing with his halberd, and flashes of magic flashed.

Yuan Qianzi struggled to block with his long sword, but Xuan Chi, still obsessed, asked again, "Why?"

Yuan Qianzi didn't answer, so he gritted his teeth and asked again, "Where is Emperor Jun?"

Yuan Qianzi was full of disdain and retreated to a huge rock unconsciously. He took advantage of Xuan Chi raising his halberd, dodged it, and moved behind him. Just as he was about to chop with his sword, Xuan Chi turned around abruptly and blocked the sword with his halberd. There was a clang sound and white light spread in all directions.

When his gaze fell on the back of Yuan Qianzi, Xuan Chi's eyes trembled.

Seeing that the stalemate was imminent, Yuan Qianzi silently chanted a spell, and his figure disappeared in an instant, then reappeared a few steps away in an instant.

He immediately swung his sword and slashed again. Xuan Chi was stunned for a moment, but did not fight back. He just looked up at him and said, "You are not real."

Yuan Qianzi said nothing and continued to chop at him, but the moment the long sword touched his figure, the whole person suddenly turned into powder and disappeared.

Xuan Chi stood there alone. The dense forest in front of him was silent, and the grass and ground were intact.

...What exposed the "wall and trench" was the intact grass and ground.

It was not difficult for them, a god and a ghost, to fight in the human world without hurting anything in the world. However, the magic spell that Yuan Qianzi just used shook the earth, which was bound to cause damage to the ground. But when Xuan Chi turned around, he saw that the ground was as flat as before.

So that's not true, it's his inner demon.

He realized belatedly that after 30,000 years of suffering, his inner demon had changed. His childhood nightmares no longer mattered... He couldn't even remember what the person in his nightmares looked like.

Now he just wanted to compete with Di Jun and Yuan Qianzi, and just wanted to ask Yuan Qianzi why.

Xuan Chi calmed himself down, took a deep breath, and turned back to Ruan Yunxiong's yard.

He had checked both the east and west houses and found nothing unusual. He wondered if Si Ling had found anything in the main house.

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Deep underground, Si Ling furiously slashed at wave after wave of Rakshasas, until the bottom of the cliff was almost covered in blood and flesh. The rock fragments that flew up from the cliff were also stained with blood, and they clung to the black wind, carrying with them a stench of blood.

Slowly, the black wind finally took shape, and a huge head struggled to emerge from the vortex at the top of the black wind, letting out a long roar.

In an instant, the Rakshasas who were fighting with Si Ling seemed to be summoned and flew towards the black wind. The moment their bodies touched the black wind, they merged into it.

Si Ling retreated to the entrance of the fissure and looked up. He saw that the black wind had wrapped around the stone pieces and was quickly forming limbs, turning into a stone giant that was a hundred meters tall.

Si Ling: “…”

What kind of witchcraft is this!

The next second, the giant raised his hands, and a sword appeared in each hand, and he slashed at her with an expressionless face.

"Damn." Si Ling raised an eyebrow at the pair of swords. "Plagiarism is shameful!"

He then leaped up, stepped on the left sword that had fallen first and flew towards the right sword. Taking advantage of the gap, he threw his two-handed dagger upwards. The two swords collided and turned into a giant sword.

She caught it steadily and flew up to chop at the giant's head.

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The author has something to say: Si Ling: I have a plagiarist here, how about you?

Hyun Chi: This one of mine could be considered... a tribute?