Chapter 95: Blood Eleven One by One

Su Mingmie stared at the man in a daze, watching his white clothes swaying in the wind, and murmured, "Thank you, thank you, my dear..."

Xie Feiguang turned sideways, slightly facing the direction of Su Mingmie, his white clothes fluttering in the wind.

She felt a chill in her heart and couldn't help but take a few steps back.

Only now did she see clearly that the man was covered in blood and had several bloody wounds so deep that the bones were visible.

He placed his sword on the ground, supported himself with his body, and managed to stand firmly.

From Yunzhong to Ping'an Temple and then to last night, he had experienced several bloody battles. Now that he could stand here, he was already at the end of his strength.

Seeing her retreating repeatedly, Xie Feiguang was a little surprised and said, "You..."

"Are you... afraid of me?"

Su Mingmie stared at him warily and said coldly, "You came to me to get these eyes back?"

Xie Feiguang stood there without saying a word.

Seeing him silent, Su Mingmie frowned and said in a bad tone, "Give up on this idea!"

"Even if I die, I will never return these eyes—"

"Susu," the man interrupted her and said calmly, "I'm not here to get my eyes back."

Su Mingmie was startled when she heard this. She only chuckled, and then a sweet voice said, "Little girl, you don't understand what he means."

Liu Yetao held the whip loosely in her hand and said calmly, "These eyes are connected to his spiritual veins."

"Do you think he only found you today?"

"Actually, your Xie Lang has always known where you are—"

Liu Yetao was about to say something else when Xie Feiguang suddenly interrupted him loudly: "Enough!"

He raised his sword, pointed it at Liuyetao, and said, "I told you to escape last time in the clouds, but you can't escape today."

After the great turmoil in the clouds, the fig leaf of the Immortal Alliance was completely torn off, and those who colluded with demons surfaced and were punishable by all.

Xie Feiguang originally thought that this guy had died in the clouds, but unexpectedly, he was standing here again in good health.

This evil has come to the capital, I don't know what he is going to do next -

Xie Feiguang's hand holding the sword trembled a little. He said coldly: "What on earth are you going to do?"

Liu Yetao had a smile on her face and the whip in her hand tapped lightly against her palm.

Su Mingmie didn't know this person, but he could vaguely sense that he was a vicious person with a smile on his face. When he was glanced at by him, he couldn't help but feel uncomfortable all over.

Xie Feiguang just said: "Susu, hurry up and leave."

"...Go to Guangyao Peak in Taihua Yuxu. It's safe there."

She stared at Xie Feiguang, and only then was she sure that this person was not here to offend her.

She suddenly thought of the days before.

At that time, she coaxed him with sweet words, flattered him, was gentle and considerate to him, and humbled herself in every way, which really made him turn back from his prodigal son.

I thought he would be furious after knowing he was deceived, but now it seems that the friendship that was deceived back then has not completely lost its effect -

Su Mingmie said nothing and turned and left.

She didn't care whether Xie Feiguang was dead or alive.

Xie Lang, Li Lang, Zhou Lang and Gu Lang were all scum to her and made no difference.

What's more, she even forgot the name "Xie Feiguang". She only knew that his surname was Xie, so she called him Xie Lang happily.

Before Su Mingmie had taken a few steps, she suddenly felt an evil pressure coming towards her. She was instantly knocked to the ground and fell violently. She rolled on the ground for several times before she stopped and vomited a mouthful of blood.

She raised her head little by little, and saw a rolling black mist coming from the front. A man walked out of the black fog, his body was emaciated and looked like a ghost.

What's even more bizarre is that this person seems to be holding someone in his arms...

The young man in his arms had lost all breath and was actually a dead body.

Su Mingmie lay on the ground, looking up, his head buzzing.

She watched helplessly as the inhuman, neither human nor ghost thing walked towards her step by step from the black fog. She instinctively wanted to scream, but she was like a mute and could not make any sound.

What was even more terrifying was that as the man walked closer, the ground began to fester, as if black pus-filled sores and mud were growing out of it, and something was constantly wriggling inside...

Xie Feiguang noticed something strange and tilted his head slightly.

He had seen the horror of this thing before, so he suppressed his fear and threw the sword out without hesitation.

With a clang sound, the sword in his hand stabbed into the ground, and the spiritual pressure spread out, temporarily sealing the entrance.

Su Mingmie was trembling all over. Just as she was about to get up from the ground, she suddenly heard the sound of a whip breaking through the air and rushing towards her!

She fell down again, knowing she couldn't escape, so she buried her head in her arms and bit her arm tightly.

The whip made a long, dull "ripping" sound when it hit her flesh, but she felt no pain. She couldn't help but be stunned for a moment and slowly turned her head to look.

Xie Feiguang stood in front of her, half-kneeling on the ground, and the long whip passed through her chest, but he managed to take the blow for her.

Su Mingmie stared at him in a daze. He was covered in blood, with large beads of cold sweat dripping down his body. The white gauze covering his eyes was soaked red with blood, and he looked extremely miserable.

She looked at the man in disbelief and said, "Are you crazy..."

As the black fog approached step by step, the sword stuck in the ground kept buzzing, and the hole in the ground broke open again. Xie Feiguang suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood, his body shook, and he supported himself on the ground with his hands.

Not long after, there was a crisp sound, and the sword broke completely. Xie Feiguang could no longer hold on and fell down dejectedly.

Su Mingmie was shocked and quickly supported him, repeatedly asking: "Hey, what's wrong with you?!"

"Why are you bleeding so much..."

Xie Feiguang's white clothes were stained with blood, a glaring red. Only then did she realize that this person's body was covered with wounds and he had been seriously injured before coming to Beijing.

The deep crack in the ground lost its shackles and expanded again, rushing towards the two of them at a rapid speed.

Xie Feiguang's spiritual veins were trembling, and he was gasping for breath. His body was riddled with wounds, like a sieve, and blood was pouring out. His consciousness was blurred. Su Mingmie hugged him and said in shock, "Xie..."

She suddenly remembered the man's name.

“…Flying Light?”

Blood seeped out of his empty eye sockets, staining the gauze covering his eyes red. He whispered, "Susu."

Her heart suddenly felt stabbed, and before she could say anything, she heard footsteps.

Liuyetao walked closer step by step, dragging the long whip on the ground. The barbs on the whip scraped against the ground, making a teeth-grinding sound.

Su Mingmie stared at him fiercely, like a hedgehog, and asked in shock, "What are you going to do?!"

Liuyetao lowered her eyes, squinting at the two of them, then raised the corners of her mouth and smiled sweetly: "Don't be nervous——"

He suddenly raised the whip, which was hanging above the two men's heads while gathering strength, and lashed down fiercely!

This whip is full of spiritual power and can directly smash a person's skull.

Su Mingmie looked up in amazement, not knowing why this man had to kill him.

The whip came towards her face with a gust of wind.

She was about to raise her hand to block the whip when Xie Feiguang suddenly pushed her to the ground and leaned on top of her, trying to use his body to block the whip.

The long whip's momentum remained undiminished, driving spiritual pressure as it whipped downwards—

But at this moment, Liu Yetao suddenly felt the spiritual veins in his body stagnate, and the whip suddenly hovered in the air.

His spiritual veins were shaken, and his body seemed to be crushed. The whip in his hand instantly slipped out of his hand and flew far away.

Then a figure suddenly appeared in front of him.

Before he could stand firm, the figure opposite him raised his foot and kicked him hard in the chest, sending him flying in an instant.

Liuyetao fell to the ground with a dull thud. He had been seriously injured not long ago, and this kick had directly broken his heart. He fell to the ground and twitched, unable to get up again.

The man was wearing a black robe and his hair was half tied up, fluttering in the wind.

The crack in the ground spread rapidly and reached her feet, but it suddenly stopped.

The man didn't move at all. A white light burst out and the powerful spiritual pressure sealed the hole. Fu Yannian retreated repeatedly.

Ji Lingche slowly leaned over, picked up the dark green whip that had fallen on the ground, and chuckled, "You two bitches, you're not dead yet."

Liuyetao fell to the ground, the blood in his mouth flowed back into his nose, and he kept coughing, unable to speak for a while.

Ji Lingche walked slowly towards him, step by step, holding the dark green whip in his hand, lowering his eyes, as if he was staring at a dead dog.

She said expressionlessly, "What are you doing in Shangjing?"

Before Liu Yetao could open her mouth, she raised the whip in her hand and lashed his leg hard!

She only used 30% of her strength, but this whip was enough to tear his skin and break his bones.

Liuyetao was very able to endure the pain. She clenched her teeth and didn't make a sound.

The whip was covered with barbs, which scratched the skin and flesh, leaving behind a large, bloody strip of flesh.

Ji Lingche looked at his miserable appearance, still expressionless.

She only asked, "Why did you kill that little demon?"

She still didn't give Liu Yetao any chance to speak. She raised her hand again and slapped him hard in the ribs!

Willowleaf Peach could no longer bear it and screamed -

The whip directly broke several of his ribs, leaving a large gash on his chest, revealing his wriggling organs and tendons.

The slender figure stood there solemnly, holding a long whip in one hand.

The whip was covered in blood, the tail of the whip hung on the ground, and the blood slowly flowed down the long whip.

Liu Yetao struggled to form a smile, which was uglier than crying. She could only speak incoherently, "Why haven't you seen... the First Master?"

Ji Lingche's expression changed slightly.

She slowly leaned over, squatted down, and casually placed the whip on her knees, whispering: "I really should--"

"Cut out your tongue."

Willow-Leaf Peach's vitality faded inch by inch, and blood flowed from his chest, staining a large area of ​​the ground red. His smile remained unchanged, and he whispered, "Lord God..."

"You're going to lose miserably—"

He was about to say something else, but Ji Lingche put his fingers together and Liu Yetao let out a heart-wrenching scream from her throat.

Suddenly, something rolled out of his mouth, fell to the ground, and continued to wriggle.

Looking closely, it turned out to be a tongue.

Blood continued to pour out of his mouth. He lay on the ground, bleeding unstoppably and choking on his nose.

His mouth and nose were completely blocked. He wanted to sit up, but the long wound on his chest prevented him from moving.

Ji Lingche silently watched him suffer torture until she saw that he was breathing weakly and there was no possibility of survival. Then she slowly stood up and the long whip on her knees fell to the ground.

She turned around and saw Su Mingmie sitting there in a daze, while Xie Feiguang was lying on the ground, with a white cloth that came from nowhere covering him.

When Su Mingmie saw Ji Lingche turning around, he couldn't help but exclaimed happily, "Master Imperial Master!"

"Master Imperial Master, you saved me again!"

Ji Lingche looked at the white cloth covering Xie Feiguang, paused, and said, "He's not dead yet, why are you mourning him?"

Su Mingmie ripped the white cloth off Xie Feiguang and said with a wry smile, "...I thought he wouldn't survive."

Ji Lingche pursed his lips and said, "Take him to Guangyao Peak in Taihua Yuxu—"

As she spoke, she wondered whether Su Mingmie would throw Xie Feiguang down along the way.

She glanced at Fu Yannian who was spinning in the open space.

The man was wrapped in a thick black fog and had not regained consciousness. He was just wandering around unconsciously, like a trapped animal in a cage.

Ji Lingche's eyes slowly moved downwards and caught a glimpse of the corpse in his arms.

He was holding a corpse tightly in his arms, standing there in a daze.

Her expression suddenly turned cold, and she only whispered, "Disgusting."

She then put her fingers together and a white light slowly descended, enveloping Su Mingmie and the other two. The white light immediately disappeared. Ji Lingche said, "This magic is enough to protect you all the way to Guangyao Peak."

"Go," she said, "go quickly."

Su Mingmie stared at Ji Lingche in a daze. Just as he was about to say something, he heard her coldly say, "Stop talking nonsense."

The little demon said no more, holding the unconscious Xie Lang in her arms, and disappeared among the layers of palaces after a few ups and downs.

The sky became increasingly gloomy, and a large cloud floated over, blocking out the sunlight, as if it was going to rain again.

A distant sound came—

In the distance, faint screams merged into one, coming through vaguely, and sounded exceptionally loud and clear in Ji Lingche's ears.

She frowned and looked into the distance, feeling inexplicably anxious.

She knew why Liu Yetao took the risk to kill Su Mingmie.

These people went to great lengths not just to kill the little demon.

What they want to do is to massacre the imperial city and thus destroy the fortunes of mortals.

The people in Shangjing City were in chaos, running out of their homes, and blood was spilled on the streets.

The howling of demons and the screams of the people came one after another. People fled in all directions and hid in fear.

But those demons did not come from outside——

Some people were running when they suddenly fell to the ground, twitching and twisting. Finally, their limbs stretched out, turning them into spiders. They then began to bite others frantically until the ground was covered with minced meat...

Qu Wu Ji held the sword in mid-air, watching all this silently.

This scene is exactly the same as what happened in Tiejian Town at that time.

These mortals do not have golden elixirs and are infected by the strange black flakes.

The choice he made back then is now before him again—

He massacred the entire population of Tiejian Town at that time, but what about now?

Qu Wuji paused, lowering his eyes and looking at the Sha Tuan sword in his hand——

She actually gave him this magic sword.

…

Ji Lingche spread out his palm and conjured up a peach blossom sword.

She dragged her sword and walked towards Fu Yannian step by step.

Fu Yannian didn't look at her, as if he couldn't see anyone else. He was immersed in his own inner demons. The corpse of the young man in his arms had lost the protection of the magic and had begun to turn pale and stiff.

Ji Lingche suddenly felt a little numb on her scalp. She didn't know what this person was doing.

Fu Yannian is too paranoid and has too many secrets.

The abandoned disciple of Taihua Yuxu, the once favored child of heaven, was ultimately completely disgraced and reduced to a puppet of his inner demons.

His life is really puzzling and regrettable.

Such an extremely arrogant person was sentenced to death by the Immortal Alliance, and could only live in shame, hiding in the dark and gloomy imperial mausoleum and associating with disgusting demons. His pride was broken, and only his meanness was left. How would he view himself? How would he deal with it?

When a young man suddenly broke into the dark and gloomy imperial mausoleum, he was so flamboyant, so bright, and so talented—

Just like himself back then.

Perhaps, Fu Yannian was holding his dead self.

What he held on to was the arrogance that had long since died.

This is the obsession that he cannot let go of even though he is entangled in his inner demons.

After he learned of Hua Xiangduan's death, perhaps he suddenly became clear-headed for a moment and suppressed his inner demons. He wanted to find the boy's body like a madman, as if he was looking for his own dead youth.

Even at the cost of exposing their whereabouts.

If he had not looked for Hua Xiangduan before coming to the Tuhuang Palace, Ji Lingche might not have noticed the changes here so early. He and Liu Yetao would have had a good chance of succeeding and successfully massacring the imperial city.

Ji Lingche slowly raised the sword and said, "Fu Yannian."

“In this life, we must learn to accept our failures.”

Fu Yannian's eyes, which had no whites, slowly turned towards her, as if he understood what she said.

He lived his whole life in the shadow of others. The more he tried to prove himself, the more he was defeated, until he was completely destroyed by his own inner demons.

Ji Lingche held the sword across his chest and said, "It is not a shame to lose to others."

She swung her sword fiercely, and the tip of the sword slashed across his neck, so fast that it was hard to see, only blood splattered out instantly -

"Your life filled with jealousy ends here."

As she spoke, her sword gradually fell, the tip of the sword touched the ground, and blood slid down the sword.

The dark energy in Fu Yannian's eyes slowly faded away, and he regained clarity for a moment. The wound on his neck opened and blood gushed out.

With his eyes wide open, he slowly fell backwards and finally hit the ground with a thud.

He never closed his eyes until he died.

The moment he fell, the black air on the ground gradually dissipated, dissipating along with his soul.

The sword in Ji Lingche's hand turned into green smoke, and she silently looked at the man who died with his eyes open.

She leaned over for a long time, trying to pull Hua Xiangduan's body out of his arms, but he held her too tightly, and would not let go even when he died.

Ji Lingche sighed, and made a sword gesture with his fingers, cutting off both of his arms and dragging the boy out.

She couldn't help but feel bad for Hua Xiangduan.

With a single incantation, she burned Fu Yannian's lifeless body, leaving not even a slag. Before Liuyetao had even died, she had already turned over and was crawling on the ground, trying to escape.

Ji Lingche didn't bother to care and set fire to the body. He only heard a vague scream, and soon the man's ashes were blown away by the wind.

Seeing that these two evildoers were dead, Ji Lingche finally felt relieved.

After tidying up Hua Xiang's remains, he also burned them in a fire.

After all, she couldn't carry a corpse around with her. Burning it was the best solution, rather than leaving it exposed in the wilderness.

After dealing with all this, Ji Lingche suddenly felt a little empty in his heart.

She stood there somewhat dejectedly, and slowly raised her head. She saw the curtain of the hall in front of her move slightly, and the palace servants who were secretly looking out quickly hid back.

When Ji Lingche was the imperial teacher, he had set up an extremely sophisticated formation in this palace in order to protect the imperial city. The ordinary people outside the palace who had transformed into demons could not attack, so Liu Yetao and the others came in and did it themselves.

The palace was dead silent at this moment. Only the weak cry of a child could be heard, but it was intermittent and it was obvious that someone was covering the child's mouth.

Ji Lingche slowly raised his hand and lowered a barrier to protect the entire palace.

As the imperial teacher of this dynasty, Ji Lingche thought to himself that he was quite competent.

At this moment, she felt an unexpected murderous intent, and then heard the humming of the Killing Sword.

The howling suddenly stopped.

Ji Lingche raised his head and looked towards the sky.

Her sight penetrated the layers of cumulus clouds and she saw those eyes again.

She smiled coldly, cast a spell, and disappeared from the palace.

…

Seeing the demons rushing forward, they were about to break through the locked city gates and flee out——

Qu Wu Ji finally swung the sword.

The Shatuan Sword in his hand turned into sword intent and swung out, instantly killing all the demons in the city.

He spread out his palms, and the unreasonable murderous intent was withdrawn, gathering into the shape of a sword in his hands.

This sword consumed his energy and blood, and Qu Wuji felt a pain in his dantian, and couldn't help but frown.

He suddenly felt a warm spiritual power flowing up along his palm, continuously flowing into his dantian, nourishing his spiritual veins.

A red light ignited on the Shatuan Sword, and the sword spirit continued to nourish the new sword master.

Qu Wu Ji looked at the sword and couldn't help feeling sad.

This sword looks very much like his original Qinghun Sword.

The living soul in the Green Soul Sword was once the greatest swordsmith.

The sword spirit within this Killing Turbulence Sword is the world-famous patriarch—

Qu Wu Ji gripped the hilt of the sword tightly, as if he could really feel Hua Liu's spiritual vein, as if he had never left.

Just then, he paused and suddenly heard a noise.

It felt like something heavy was sliding on the ground, and there was an earth-shaking feeling.

He turned around and looked towards the source of the sound.

It turned out to be the Ping'an Temple not far away.

Cracks appeared in the protective formation of the temple, and it began to crumble with the impact.

The noise in the temple suddenly became louder, and one could hear the howling of demons mixed with the sound of sharp claws scratching.

With the last loud bang, the tall Guanmen was shattered, debris flew everywhere, and smoke and dust rose up.

I saw a stone statue two people tall staggering out of the temple.

The formation protecting the temple has completely collapsed, the statue has shifted, and the entrance suppressed by the statue has been completely opened.

The demons in the abyss suddenly poured out like locusts, covering the sky and roaring.

The statue shook off the dust and smoke, and walked out step by step, shaking the earth and mountains.

When this thing appeared in Qu Wu Ji's eyes, he was in a trance for a moment, as if he was in Tiejian Town again.

His icy spiritual pressure rolled up to counter the evil pressure of the statue.

He gripped the hilt of the sword with both hands, slowly raised the sword, and the killing intent suddenly rose up -

But suddenly, a warm hand covered his hand and stopped the sword.

He turned his head and saw Ji Lingche suddenly appear beside him.

She only said: "Your injury has not healed yet, I will come."

She didn't even pick up the sword, a drop of blood flew out from her fingertips and hit the forehead of the statue.

Blood flowed down her fingertips. She put her fingers together in front of her chest, hanging high in the air, overlooking the statue.

The statue sensed something and slowly raised its head to look at her.

Ji Lingche raised the corner of her mouth and whispered, "Go to hell."

The next moment, the statue's head exploded.

The huge head of the statue was shattered into countless pieces of stone, flying everywhere.

Then, the broken body staggered a few steps and slammed to the ground, raising countless smoke and dust.

Ji Lingche glanced coldly at the fallen statue and smiled coldly.

She wanted to kill this thing using the same technique she used in Tiejian Town.

Now, she wants to take back all the humiliation she suffered in Hua Wanwan's body.

Following a whistle, a large number of blood-colored light butterflies took off, flew down in an overwhelming manner, and began to bite the fleeing demons.

Qu Wuji looked through the broken gate and saw a large crack where the statue used to be, with demons rushing out one after another.

He knew that if he didn't seal the entrance, the demon would never be completely slain. Ji Lingche suddenly grasped his cold hand and said, "Let's go."

Qu Wuji looked at her, only to see her smile softly and say, "Let's go to the Abyss of Emberless."

"I'm going to draw my Crow Feather Sword and kill the Demon Lord—"

"Kill them completely."