Chapter 73: The Three Red Burning Flames, the Fiery Skulls

Ji Lingche chuckled: "Why, you don't recognize me anymore?"

Linghu Jin was stunned.

The man was very close, and his breath mixed with a cold fragrance gently blew on her face. Linghu Jin blinked, and saw the face in front of her changed back, as if everything just now was an illusion.

Ji Lingche chuckled and said, "Why, now that my true body has returned, you don't seem happy?"

Linghu Jin felt his heart skip a beat, and it took him a long time to recover. After a long while, he chuckled softly and said, "My Lord, you are indeed very powerful..."

...It's amazing that he can still live after being dead.

Not only did he survive, but he was also able to recover his previous body and cultivation. That's amazing.

Thriller.

Linghu Jin had nothing to say.

After all, nothing is surprising about this person.

Ji Lingche smiled with his eyebrows curved: "Why do you look like you saw a ghost?"

Linghu Jin could only smile awkwardly.

She knew Ji Lingche's character well. Given his evil and wicked behavior and bad reputation, nothing good would happen if he were to work with her.

Just as I was about to say something else, I heard a loud buzzing sound!

The sound came from far away, obviously the sound of spiritual power bursting out and swords slashing violently.

Although it was only one sword, the spiritual power was so strong that the roof was blown off, tiles flew everywhere, and the house cracked and collapsed.

The earth-shaking sword force came from afar. Although it was far away, when it reached here, the feet of several people still shook -

The entire Yue Town seemed to be silent for a moment, as if the monks who were laughing and making noises just now were frightened by this violent sword and suddenly became silent.

Linghu Jin was stunned. She looked over there from afar, only to see flames rising into the sky. Layers of flames engulfed the connected houses and burned towards them. She murmured, "Red Burning..."

Chifen is Yin Pei’s natal sword.

When the sword intent is activated, it will turn into surging flames. If there are flammable objects, they will catch fire and the area within a hundred miles will suffer.

Suddenly, there were screams. The wandering cultivators realized what was happening and flew away on their swords.

Poor mortals who make a living here, with no way to escape, were engulfed in flames before they could even get out of their houses.

Red flames burned, flaming skeletons appeared, and the ground was immediately covered with dry bones.

Linghu Jin was horrified. He didn't know why Yin Pei suddenly went crazy and even destroyed his own Yuezhen.

At this moment, she regretted coming here to the extreme. She wanted to run away, but her wrist was held by Ji Lingche and she couldn't get rid of it.

Ji Lingche sighed and said, "Why are you running?"

Suddenly, a heat wave surged and came towards them. The flames instantly burned in front of the few people. Linghu Jin's heart was pounding, and all his thoughts evaporated in an instant. He subconsciously stretched out his hands to protect himself and circulated the spiritual power in his body to resist.

But she only felt a chill all over her body, as if she was in a world of ice and snow.

She looked up suddenly, and saw Qu Wuji pointing at the air. The fire stopped instantly, and a cool breeze suddenly blew, carrying the feeling of frost and snow, and the flames suddenly went out.

A cool breeze blew, and the destroyed house was instantly restored, as if the fire had never burned, without even a trace of smoke.

However, the skeletons left in the fire could no longer grow flesh and blood...

Linghu Jin was stunned, looking at Qu Wuji in disbelief, thinking to himself, this man sacrificed his sword spirit, and now his cultivation is not damaged at all?!

Qu Wuji just said, "Let's go."

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There are hundreds of towns under the jurisdiction of the Yin family, collectively known as Yunzhong, and the largest of them is Yue Town.

The customs of aristocratic families are very different from those of sects.

Sects emphasize inheritance from a teacher, while aristocratic families emphasize blood ties.

In the town governed by aristocratic families, most monks live together with mortals, and their behavior is similar to that of the wealthy and powerful mortal families.

The aristocratic families lack the immortal spirit of the cultivators, and are more like entrenched local tyrants, local emperors who can live for a thousand years.

Most of the monks in the sects sleep in the open air, with the sky as their roof and the ground as their mat. Even many of the sect’s leaders and elders do not care about the land they live on, and many disciples’ residences are just a big bunk bed.

But it was different for the aristocratic families. Their mansions were huge and magnificent, and very pretentious. According to Ji Lingche, they were almost as big as the imperial palace.

Several people stood not far away, looking at the Yin family's mansion.

Although Yin Pei's sword strike just now almost burned the entire Yue Town into ruins, the strange thing is that his own mansion was not destroyed at all.

Linghu Jin muttered to himself: Even a madman's sword wind would take a detour, right?

Ji Lingche looked at the courtyard wall, snorted contemptuously, and said nothing.

Qu Wuji's eyes moved slightly, and he said softly, "What's wrong?"

Ji Lingche chuckled softly, as if jokingly, and said, "What a bullshit family! I think they are just poisonous insects."

She spoke softly, slowly and long-windedly, with a hint of cold amusement: "One day, sooner or later, I'm going to pull them out by the roots, even shake out the yolks, so that they'll be clean."

Linghu Jin shuddered when he heard this, a layer of cold sweat broke out on his back, and his face turned pale.

She thought again of the tragic scene during the butterfly disaster, and the nightmare hidden deep in her heart was awakened once again.

Ji Lingche didn't look at Linghu Jin, but smiled at her and said, "Don't be afraid, Patriarch Linghu. I was just joking."

Linghu Jin was speechless.

The truth is often hidden in a joke.

Ji Lingche dares to do it and can do it.

Of course, it has been done before.

During the butterfly disaster that year, almost all of the five major families collapsed overnight.

The silver light butterflies were flying all over the sky, and they could not be killed by swords or extinguished by fire.

Anyone who is touched by the butterfly wings will instantly be ignited by a cold blue fire. That fire has no temperature, but it directly burns the soul. When the blue flame burns out, the soul will disappear.

The people who died in this cold fire had intact bodies and looked normal, as if they were just sleeping.

The elegant death is like this light butterfly, a beauty with a poisonous effect.

It was during this butterfly disaster that the forbidden weapons of the five clans were plundered, severely damaging the major families, almost destroying their thousand-year foundation, and even shaking their position in the Immortal Alliance.

Originally, the aristocratic families were the masters of the Immortal Alliance. After this battle, some new sects rose to prominence, and Taihua Yuxu took control of the entire Immortal Alliance.

The aristocratic families were conservative and opposed to a direct war with the demons. It was not until the upstart sects took control of the discourse that the atmosphere gradually changed. The Immortal Alliance abolished sacrifices and gradually tended to fight the demons to the death.

Ji Lingche sighed softly, "Master Linghu, are you so afraid of me?"

"At that time, I held back on your Linghu family."

Linghu Jin knew that Ji Lingche wanted the forbidden weapon, so she came to him before the butterfly disaster and offered to hand over her Linghu family's forbidden weapon, the fox gallbladder, but in exchange, she wanted Ji Lingche to kill her uncle for her and seize power for her.

Upon hearing this, Ji Lingche readily agreed.

But Linghu Jin didn't expect that this man would be so cruel.

A few days later, they used silver butterflies to slaughter the noble families, leaving them without armor and corpses everywhere.

As if entering an empty place, he directly took away the forbidden weapons hidden in the sophisticated killing formation of the five major families.

Of course, Linghu Jin's uncle died in the butterfly disaster, but he did not die from the silver butterfly, but from... the Crow Feather Sword.

Before she could offer the fox gall, Ji Lingche took it away directly.

Linghu Jin didn't know why Ji Lingche wanted to help her, but the butterfly disaster really scared her.

But she did indeed replace her uncle from then on, took charge of the entire Linghu family, and rose to prominence.

Linghu Jin sighed, "The Divine Lord has indeed been kind to me..."

As they were talking, they felt the spiritual pressure around them change, and heard the sound of swords being unsheathed.

Linghu Jin felt that something was wrong, but although the sword was unsheathed, it was not swung out. Instead, he heard the sound of clothes rubbing against each other, as if someone had kicked someone else. Suddenly, he saw the magnificent gate of the Yin Mansion was hit violently, and with a click, it broke in the middle!

With a bang, smoke and dust rose up. Something crashed into the gate and fell out of the mansion. It rolled on the ground, spitting out blood. It struggled for a few times to get up, but it had lost all its strength. It fell back dejectedly and fell into the ruins.

Linghu Jin frowned and muttered, "Yin Beiying?"

Ji Lingche sighed, "This kid is really in trouble today..."

Qu Wu Ji looked indifferently through the collapsed gate and saw a man walking out slowly from the mansion. The man had a pale face and dark circles under his eyes, as if he was possessed by an evil spirit. He walked out step by step, dragging a thick and heavy sword half a person's length.

Ji Lingche raised the corner of his mouth, revealing a little bit of his sharp teeth, and watched with great interest: "Father and son killing each other? That's quite interesting."

Looking again, Yin Beiying was already dying. He was kicked in the chest and kicked out of the door. Even if he didn't die, he would have been disabled.

Yin Pei seemed to be blind to the three people at the door. He slowly walked to Yin Beiying, leaned over to look at him, and tilted his head, as if trying to identify who he was.

But he soon grinned, raised his sword, and pointed the tip of the sword at his son's heart, about to pierce him through -

Yin Beiying stared at him without blinking, tears rolling down the corners of his eyes, his mouth full of blood, his breathing became rapid, choking him and causing him to cough uncontrollably, his chest heaving constantly, as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't open his mouth. He wanted to grasp the tip of the sword, but his heart pulse had been cut off, and he couldn't lift his hand no matter what.

Ji Lingche stared at Yin Beiying indifferently, and for some reason he suddenly thought of... Qi Xiangwan.

But the next moment, Yin Pei raised his sword slightly, and then stabbed it down at his son's chest!

But with a "clang" sound, something hit his sword, and the sword flew out of his hand in an instant. Then there was a scream, and Yin Pei covered his wrist and wailed continuously.

Ji Lingche didn't know why he saved Yin Beiying.

Maybe... because he is Qi Xiangwan's younger brother?

Maybe she didn't want him to have the same fate as Qi Xiangwan.

Linghu Jin was almost in disbelief, muttering, "The tendons...are broken?"

The leaf that flew out from Ji Lingche's fingertips just now only hit the sword blade, but the spiritual power that burst out actually directly broke the tendons of the hand holding the sword.

Linghu Jin had seen her use the Soul-Snatching Technique before in Fengdu City, but its power then was far less than it is now...

Qu Wuji said coldly, "Yin Pei."

His tone was mingled with the power of calming his mind, and he called out again, "Yin, Pei."

Yin Pei suddenly raised his head, and the cloudy white barrier in his eyes suddenly faded away, as if he suddenly became clear-headed for a moment, and stared at Qu Wu Ji blankly.

But suddenly, a whistle sounded, and the white barrier in Yin Pei's eyes reappeared, as if covered by a layer of miasma.

Ji Lingche suddenly looked towards the source of the whistle, only to see a figure in green clothes move and then disappear in an instant!

She said to Qu Wuji: "I'll go after him, you stay here——"

Before she could move, a cold hand grabbed her wrist.

She turned around and saw Linghu Jin's face changed drastically. He was almost trembling, and he spoke tremblingly: "That person just now was...Tan Xuening."

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The author has something to say: When my flower blooms, all other flowers will die, and the whole city will be covered with golden armor.