Chapter 452 Luo'er is a prodigy, yet another witchcraft?

Que'er and Granny Zheng followed closely behind and charged forward.

Nangong Dihu stood in the rear, hands behind his back, watching his beloved disciple's progress over the past year.

The three of them, mistress and servants, all carried sachets to ward off poison, so the ordinary Gu worms on Jun Lin and the others could not get close to Li Qingluo and the others.

Those who advocate killing can only stand behind and watch helplessly.

Because once they get involved with those poisonous Gu, they won't be able to help Li Qingluo; instead, they'll only drag her down.

Therefore, Li Qingluo made them all retreat to the very back.

However, they soon stared in utter shock.

That's... their mistress?

In just one year, her skills have undergone a complete transformation!

He used to be able to deal with a few ordinary people, but now he is actually able to handle those Witch Moon Cult members with ease and even win the fight!

There are more than a dozen people over there!

The Witch Moon Cult usually focuses more on witchcraft and sorcery, so it is relatively weak in actual martial arts.

But the girl's rapid progress still delighted all the members of the "Kill" group.

Then look at Nangong Di, who has his hands behind his back, smiling and nodding repeatedly.

"Luo'er is indeed very talented in martial arts."

"What a pity. If she had been able to learn martial arts from a young age, she might have become the number one female martial arts master in the world."

"Although it's a bit more difficult for her to learn now, she's hardworking and has not taken a single day off in the past year."

"Now, I can be considered a late bloomer."

"If we continue like this, we won't lose by much when we face off against her senior brothers and sisters."

The characters with the character "杀" all showed expressions of surprise and delight.

Even Jin Hua was in a daze.

So this is what my uncle meant when he insisted on keeping Luo'er in the sect?

She knew that the Church of the Witch Moon had suffered this calamity.

He realized that he was powerless to protect his entire family.

That's why Luo'er was spared, making her the last hope for the entire Witch Moon Cult...

But my uncles, masters, grandmasters... the Witch Moon Sect is completely gone!

Jin Hua was in tears, her face as white as a sheet of paper.

She had lost all hope.

Seeing that Li Qingluo had already killed three people and was dealing with Lingjun, she took out the short knife from her waist and held it in her palm.

"Luo'er, be careful!"

"The Gu worms on Lingjun's body are top-grade Gu poison that the sachet cannot block."

"If you are not careful and fall victim to this, you will be reduced to ashes."

Aside from Lingjun, Jinhua wasn't worried about anyone else.

Lingjun, who was about to make a move, changed his expression upon hearing this.

Li Qingluo naturally became wary.

She thrust her sword at the gourd held in Lingjun's hand.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Lingjun uncorked the gourd and threw it into the air.

Li Qingluo seized the opportunity and smiled, "You've been tricked."

After saying that, she pinched her fingertips and muttered incantations rapidly.

The moment the giant purplish-red spider was dropped, it exploded on the spot!

Lingjun let out a bloodcurdling scream: "No—"

She then spat out a mouthful of black blood.

He then tripped and fell to the ground.

Her natal Gu worm, which she had raised for decades, was killed so easily by Li Qingluo.

She won't survive either!

But what shocked her even more was: "You actually learned... the Poison Explosion Technique!"

The witchcraft of the Witch Moon Cult has long been in complete decline.

It was because the only elder who inherited the witchcraft of the Witch Moon Sect was betrayed by his disciples, and those disciples fled with the sect's treasures and have been missing ever since.

In recent years, Elder Gu has stopped accepting disciples and has even gone into seclusion, never showing his face again.

Therefore, the number of witches in the Witch Moon Cult gradually decreased.

Even if they knew some, it was all basic, simple witchcraft, and they were already quite satisfied with being able to use it in Gu magic.

Who would have thought that Li Qingluo, who had only been Gu Chang's disciple for a year, had already mastered the art of poison explosion!

I've heard that this poison-exploding technique is impossible to learn in less than three to five years.

She's only been studying for a year, a whole year!

Just who is this extraordinary genius?

If she had been in Miao territory and the Witch Moon Cult since childhood, what a terrifying existence she would be.

Lingjun's face showed a look of horror.

Li Qingluo: "The Poison Explosion Technique is very difficult."

"But Master said, 'Remember its form, observe its color. The key is to combine form and color, and the guide is the killing intent in your heart.'"

"Although it will hurt me, it's worth it if it can take half your life."

As she spoke, Li Qingluo coldly wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand.

Witchcraft, in essence, is evil magic.

If used carelessly, it could lead to one's own demise.

Li Qingluo is still not able to use it well, and she used it too intensively today. Now her body is starting to feel the strain.

She focused her mind, just as Nangong Di noticed her unusual behavior and charged at her with his knife.

"Luo'er, step back, your master is coming!"

With Nangong Di's intervention, the dozen or so people suffered repeated defeats.

They had no choice but to quickly release their most powerful natal Gu.

Hopefully, one of them will be able to catch Nangong Di.

In this way, Nangong Di would be the first to die, and only then would they have a sliver of hope.

However, these people were all too weak for Nangong Di.

Not only does Nangong Di possess a poison-avoiding sachet, but his martial arts skills are also unfathomable. Even Li Qingluo has never seen his master at his absolute limit.

Nangong Di swung his sword and killed several poisonous insects that rushed out.

As the sounds of blood being vomited rang out, Lingjun let out a miserable cry: "No—stop, all of you stop!"

Li Qinglu stepped forward and kicked her in the face.

"Now you know how to feel sorry for someone?"

"When you killed your entire Witch Moon Cult, how could your heart be made of iron?"

"Lord Ling, you are the one who deserves to be torn to pieces!"

Meanwhile, Jinhua held a short knife and slashed her own palm.

"Lord Ling, didn't you want that treasure?"

"In that case, come and get it yourself."

After saying that, Jinhua dragged her bleeding hand to the edge of the clear pool and then immersed her entire bloody hand in the water.

Lingjun's eyes lit up.

"Although my natal Gu is dead, if I can obtain that treasure, perhaps I..."

Perhaps she can still live!

Lingjun couldn't even take care of his three injured children on the other side.

She excitedly climbed to the edge of the pool, then suddenly burst into tears and laughter: "Why?"

"Why?!"

“My master always says he loves me, but he won’t even tell me this secret.”

"I only knew that a monster that could destroy the entire Witch Moon Cult was hidden here, but I didn't know that this monster also possessed a treasure that could prolong life and preserve youth forever."

“Master, Master, you’re afraid this monster will destroy our Witch Moon Cult.”

"Then why don't you just destroy it first, disciple?"

"Once my disciple obtains this treasure, he will surely revive our sect once again—"

Lingjun's frantic voice suddenly stopped.

Her eyes widened in horror as she stared at the once crystal-clear pool that had instantly turned blood red.

The cave, filled with birdsong and fragrant flowers, suddenly shook violently, startling the birds in the trees into flying out of the cave entrance in terror.

Immediately afterwards, a rumbling sound came from underground.

Li Qingluo led her men and quickly retreated towards the entrance of the tunnel.

Yamei, lying on the ground, shook her head in horror.

"It's here, it must be that thing—"

Sparrow dragged her over and slapped her across the face.

"What exactly is it? Tell me now!"