Chapter 162: Wuxiang Pavilion, right? They want to die!
It has been three days, although Jing Gan has been sending me communications to tell me the results of the treatment.
But Xiaobai felt inexplicably uneasy in his heart, so he decided to go secretly if he was not allowed to go. Xiaobai asked Uncle Hao about the forbidden area of Yan's family intentionally or unintentionally, and Yan Tianzheng finally felt something was wrong.
How come there weren't any family matters bothering him these past three days? Even those arrogant elders didn't come to see him.
"You're asking all sorts of questions, you don't want to go, do you? Tell me the truth and I'll take you there."
“Well, I have been telling you all along that I have a seriously ill senior brother. That is true. I have also observed you for a few days, so I can tell you with confidence.
My seriously ill senior brother is really the young master of your Yan family, I am really worried…” Xiaobai may have suppressed his feelings for too long, and he blurted out everything without realizing it.
Yan Tianzheng beside him was excited at first, then felt distressed, uncomfortable, and even angry.
He picked up Xiaobai and turned around, and the two of them arrived at the forbidden area.
"Junior brother, junior brother, please let me go." Xiaobai ran towards Yan Jinjin. She saw Yan Jinjin's helpless expression. No one else could see it because of the mask. Only Xiaobai could see the emotions on his face and the panic in his eyes.
Naturally, the Yan family is not a pushover. Although they have removed the drug's effects on Yan Jinjin, Yan Jinjin is now like a child with confused consciousness.
A little crazy because of the fright, Yan Liangliang looked at Yan Tianzheng until he could no longer hide it and told him everything.
Yan Tianzheng now has only one thought: Wuxiang Pavilion no longer needs to exist.
"Father, my eldest brother has gone there. He will bring back the people behind this." Yan Liangliang had already informed his eldest brother because his father would be too conspicuous if he went out.
Now everyone knows that the eldest son of the Yan family is recuperating from an illness, so this is the best time to destroy Wuxiang Pavilion.
Xiaobai found out that the uncle just now was his junior brother's father, and he also found out that Jing Gan was hiding something from him.
After knowing how serious the situation was, I really wanted to kill him.
In front of the mountain gate of Wuxiang Pavilion, the air seemed to freeze.
Yan Liangliang stood with his hands behind his back, and behind him were dozens of ghostly figures. They were the Yan family's sharpest knives and top-level assassins.
They did not hide their murderous intent. The cold, tangible murderous intent hit the Wuxiang Pavilion's mountain protection formation like a tide.
Inside the cabinet, alarm bells were already ringing wildly.
An elder looked with a pale face at the young man in the water mirror and the terrifying figures behind him.
"Yes, he is from the Yan family, the eldest son of the head of the family, Yan Tianzheng, Yan Liangliang."
Another elder collapsed to the ground, muttering to himself, "It's over. We could have offended anyone else, but it had to be the Yan family."
"If I had known this would happen, I should have stopped that little girl named Xiaobai and her companions at all costs."
The feeling of regret spread like a plague among the top leaders of Wuxiang Pavilion, but there is no medicine for regret in the world.
They provoked the sleeping lion, and now the lion has awakened and is here to take revenge.
At the same time, deep in Wuxiang Pavilion.
The thick night was torn apart by a sharp energy force, and the three-edged spike pierced into the door lintel, shaking off a cloud of dust.
As Yan Jingjing stepped over the threshold, a strong smell of blood mixed with a pungent scent of medicine hit her in the face.
The smell instantly ignited his suppressed anger.
He recalled three days ago, when he was outside the forbidden area, listening to his brother Jinjin's suppressed and painful moans coming from inside the forbidden area, separated by layers of restrictions.
He remembered how the elders had tried to dig out the damn soul-sucking nail from the back of Jinjin's neck.
The blue-black nails, stained with warm brain matter and flesh, glowed coldly under the candlelight.
“Crack…”
Yan Jingjing's aura exploded, her internal force vibrated, and the twelve black iron chains used to bind the medicine man broke with a sound, and fragments flew out.
The Yan family's assassins behind him, like shadows receiving a signal, silently poured into this sinful land.
“Swish, swish, swish.”
From the beam above his head, several figures pounced down with strange cries. They were the drug man who was under the influence of drugs and looked like a madman.
Yan Jingjing's eyes were cold, she advanced instead of retreating, and the hidden weapon box on her waist made a slight "click" sound.
He spun around suddenly and pointed the hidden weapon box upwards.
The sky was filled with bursts of silver light; that was a rain of pear blossom needles.
The fine silver needles pierced through the three bodies that fell down, and the remaining force continued as they nailed firmly into the gold-painted plaque in front.
The word "Wu" written in a flamboyant style on the plaque was instantly dyed red by the splattered blood, as if crying silently.
"Young master, there is the sound of mechanical gears turning in the southeast corner." A assassin growled, his voice almost drowned out by the surrounding metal collision sounds.
Yan Jingjing glanced around and threw out a caltrop rope with a barb.
The iron chain was precisely wrapped around the thick beam above the head.
He swung violently on the steel cable, and his body leaped up like a nimble ape, flying over a huge medicine pool below that was churning with dark red liquid.
The water in the pool was thick and sticky, and the outlines of struggling humans could be vaguely seen in it, and it gave off a sickening odor.
Yan Jingjing's stomach twitched. Had she also been soaked in a dirty pool like this, displayed like a commodity to those masked, greedy buyers?
The rage almost burned away his sanity.
At this moment, a sharp sound of breaking through the air came from behind his head.
It's the Soul-Stirring Nail.
Yan Jingjing didn't even need to look back, she just made a backhand move.
The fine steel wristband on his left arm accurately caught the poisoned nail tip, sparks flying!
He spun around and landed on the ground, and saw the attacker clearly.
It was the guardian wearing the bronze beast mask!
Intelligence shows that at the auction, it was this bastard who held Jin Jin's head tightly and slammed it against the cold iron cage!
"court death."
Yan Jingjing's eyes were filled with murderous intent, and the hidden weapon box on her waist popped out again.
This time it was not a silver needle, but a three-inch long sharp blade.
A flash of cold light.
“Puff…”
The bronze mask cracked, and half of the cheek was cut off, revealing the festering and pus-oozing muscle tissue underneath.
The guardian let out a shrill howl.
Yan Jingjing stepped forward, and the blade instantly pressed against his only remaining eyelid, which was trembling violently with fear.
"Tell me." The cold voice was emotionless. "How much Soul-Separating Powder did you feed my brother?"
Blood foam mixed with saliva overflowed from the corners of the protector's mouth, and his eyes were filled with fear and resentment.
At this moment, Yan Jingjing's heart skipped a beat and she felt a strong sense of crisis.
He almost instinctively raised his foot and kicked hard at a seemingly ordinary spot on the stone wall beside him!
The entire stone wall suddenly flipped inward.
At the place where he had originally stood, seventeen or eighteen poisoned dark nails flashing with a faint green light were driven into the ground with a "chi chi chi" sound, penetrating several inches into the ground.
If he had been a little slower, he would have been nailed into a sieve by now.
Yan Jingjing steadied her body, looking at the dark passage revealed after flipping the stone wall, as well as the hint of cunning that flashed in the eyes of the guardian, her eyes became increasingly cold.
Want to run?
There is no door and the windows are welded shut.
Deep in Wuxiang Pavilion, the cold and damp air was filled with a strong smell of blood.
The Pavilion Master was facing away from the entrance, carefully and slowly pouring a tube of scarlet and viscous medicine into a huge and complicated formation on the ground.
The patterns on the formation were like the blood vessels of a living thing, greedily absorbing the medicinal juice. The nodes of the blood-replenishing formation glowed with faint light, revealing an evil vitality.
He watched with satisfaction as the medicine flowed along the lines, as if he was admiring a perfect work of art.
Just as he slowly turned around, a sharp sound of breaking through the air suddenly rang out.
Yan Jingjing's figure appeared silently at the entrance of the secret room like a cheetah in the dark night. With a flick of her wrist, a three-edged spike flashing with cold light flew out of her hand and headed straight for the back of the Pavilion Master.
The Pavilion Master didn't even turn around completely. He just relied on the sound to determine the location, and then used the thick copper tube that had just been used to pour the medicine and was still warm to accurately block the flying hidden weapon.
The harsh sound of metal collision echoed in the enclosed space.
The triangular spike was knocked away by the huge force and hit the hard stone wall, splashing out a few dazzling sparks.
The firelight briefly illuminated another object in the Pavilion Master's hand - it was a string of shiny black nails of varying sizes, the soul-sucking nails that made people shudder.
On the longest three-inch nail, there were still a few soft golden-brown hairs clearly wrapped around it. They were Yan Jinjin's hair.
He actually wanted to try to continue using this evil object to control Yan Jinjin.
The Pavilion Master showed a cruel and twisted smile on his face, looking at Yan Jingjing who suddenly appeared, with a teasing and malicious tone.
"Hey, isn't this the eldest young master of the Yan family? Why are you here to die for your useless brother?"
He shook the Soul Nail in his hand, as if showing off his trophy.
"I have to say, your brother's screams in pain are really, really beautiful to hear."
Yan Jingjing's eyes were cold and murderous, and she was not moved by his trash talk.
Upon seeing this, the Pavilion Master smiled even more and suddenly pressed an inconspicuous mechanism on the stone wall beside him.
“Crash.”
The pool of blood below suddenly churned violently, as if it was boiling.
Several giant steel claws flashing with cold metallic light suddenly broke out from the blood pool, carrying fishy liquid with them, and grabbed Yan Jingjing's feet like lightning.
"Since you are here, why don't you accompany your brother?" The Pavilion Master grinned, "It just so happens that my blood formation is still in need of some high-quality sacrifices."
Yan Jingjing reacted extremely quickly, retreating rapidly and narrowly avoiding most of the iron claws.
But one of the iron claws still tightly gripped his left ankle; the cold touch and tremendous force almost crushed his bones.
There was a glimmer of pride in the Pavilion Master's eyes.
However, just when he thought he had succeeded, a cold light shot out from Yan Jingjing's sleeve.
Fast! Accurate! Ruthless!
A sleeve arrow soaked in poison pierced the Pavilion Master's right shoulder with incredible precision.
The dark green poison began to spread at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the severe pain caused the Pavilion Master's face to change suddenly.
Almost at the same time, the mechanism of the hidden weapon box in Yan Jingjing's other sleeve popped open.
“Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!”
The last three bone-piercing nails formed a "品" shape and shot towards the Pavilion Master's vital parts with a sharp sound that tore through the air.
The Pavilion Master felt the pain, and while enduring the poison and pain in his right shoulder, he quickly waved his only remaining left sleeve to block it.
“Dang…dang…”
His reaction was extremely fast, and he knocked away two bone-piercing nails in an instant.
But the third one had a tricky angle and was faster.
The nail penetrated deeply into his left kneecap.
The piercing pain caused the Pavilion Master's body to suddenly freeze and he let out a muffled groan.
At this moment, several Yan family deadpools who had been lurking in the shadows and whose hands and feet were also temporarily restrained by iron claws, exploded together with Yan Jingjing like hungry wolves that had received a signal.
They let out low roars and all their strength burst out.
“Crack! Crack!”
Those seemingly indestructible steel claws were actually broken by them.
The deadpools fearlessly pounced on the Pavilion Master, entangled him with their bodies and restricted his movements.
Yan Jingjing's eyes were filled with murderous intent. The triangular spike that had been knocked away and nailed to the wall had returned to his hand at some point.
He just flipped his wrist, and the complete three-edged thorn instantly broke into several blades as thin as cicada wings, and then reassembled in a mysterious way.
The shape of the combined three-edged thorn changed greatly, like a high-speed rotating death winch.
"die."
Yan Jingjing let out a low shout and fiercely stabbed the Pavilion Master's right arm, which was holding the copper tube and stained with poison, with the strange-shaped three-edged spike in her hand!
“Swish…”
There was a teeth-grinding cutting sound, accompanied by the crisp sound of bones breaking.
The Pavilion Master's entire right arm, along with the copper pipe, was instantly twisted into pieces of flesh and blood that flew all over the sky.
"ah……"
Heart-wrenching howls echoed throughout the secret room.
The Pavilion Master lost an arm and his left knee was severely injured. He completely lost his balance and fell backwards in a rain of blood.
“Plop…”
His broken body slammed heavily into the churning, foul-smelling pool of blood below.
The blood pool was stirred violently as if a huge rock was thrown into it, and soon the sound of the Pavilion Master's struggle and cursing gradually faded away.
Yan Jingjing stood expressionlessly beside the pool of blood, watching everything indifferently.
Without any hesitation, he lifted his right foot, which was scratched by the iron claws and oozing blood, and stomped hard on a slightly raised stone platform next to him.
There is the core control center of the entire heavy blood formation.
With a dull sound, the stone platform shattered.
As the center was destroyed, the entire Wuxiang Pavilion underground palace suddenly shook violently.
The rocks above my head fell down, the walls began to crack, and the ground under my feet groaned as if it could not bear the weight.
This nest of evil is about to collapse completely.
A faint ray of dawn light, symbolizing hope, has seeped into the eastern sky.
Yan Jingjing walked out of this sinful place that was about to turn into ruins step by step and calmly.
In his hand, he tightly grasped the three-inch soul-sucking nail that he had taken back from the Pavilion Master. The nail was stained with dirty blood and Yan Jin’s hair, and the nail was icy cold and piercing.
A Yan family servant who had been waiting outside respectfully handed over a burning torch.
Yan Jingjing took the torch and looked at the pool of blood behind her that was still bubbling and emitting a foul stench.
He raised his arm and threw the torch in as if it were garbage.
The flames touched some flammable substances in the blood pool and exploded instantly.
Flames suddenly shot up into the sky, illuminating the interior of the entire underground palace that was about to collapse as bright as day, and instantly swallowed up all the filth that might remain in the pool of blood.
The huge flame reflected on Yan Jingjing's angular profile, and his eyes were still cold, without a trace of warmth.
"Walk."
He uttered only one word, then turned around and disappeared into the morning light with the silent Deadpools behind him, his back resolute.
The flames burned and spread wildly behind him, accompanied by a deafening sound of collapse.
From then on, Wuxiang Pavilion, which was feared by the immortal cultivators in the upper realm, was completely removed from the list.
After Xiaobai and Yan Zhengtian looked at the photo stone that Yan Jingjing carried with her when she took revenge, they still felt that these people died too easily.
Yan Jinjin was in great pain inside, but no one dared to go in and disturb her, after all, there was only a glimmer of hope inside.
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