Li Ze's longsword was knocked away by Ji Lin. As Ji Lin's palm wind chased after him, Yu Zhuo and Gu Chongjin threw out their magical weapons one after the other.
It was a fishing net-shaped magical artifact and a large bowl. The fishing net and the large bowl landed on Ji Lin one after the other, causing Ji Lin to pause.
Taking advantage of the opportunity, Li Ze quickly retreated with Mo Xingjue. He was both scared and angry, "Are you crazy? What is his cultivation level? What is your cultivation level? You dare to fight him head-on!"
Mo Xingjue wasn't angry at being scolded; instead, he laughed and took out a handful of pills, popping them into his mouth. "Luckily, I won't die. But you, you'd better hide well and not let him recognize you."
"I'm afraid it won't work." Li Ze looked at Yu Zhuo and the others who had been defeated one after another, and charged forward again.
Still so fierce!
Mo Xingjue smiled wryly and tossed the life-saving magical artifacts from his storage bag onto Ji Lin one by one, as if they were free.
Even if a magical artifact can buy everyone a moment or two, it's still a gain.
In less than a quarter of an hour, three of the seven Nascent Soul cultivators were seriously injured and four were slightly injured. If Ji Lin hadn't already been seriously injured, their injuries would have been far more severe than just being wounded.
However, the situation is not much better now. In another quarter of an hour, if nothing unexpected happens, they will be killed by Ji Lin.
Click!
Mo Xingjue's sword broke in two. He grabbed Li Ze and scolded, "Focus!"
After cursing Li Ze, Mo Xingjue went to meet him again, but before he could get close to Ji Lin, Ji Lin's blade slashed through his abdomen, the wound so deep that his intestines were exposed.
This time, it was Li Ze who led Mo Xingjue to retreat. He didn't have time to settle Mo Xingjue down, and only had time to tell him, "Take the pills quickly."
The person ran away.
As he ran, he unleashed a powerful suction force, and the dense bloodthirsty aura on the Thousand Peaks Blade instantly surged towards him.
Li Ze was gambling, gambling until he lost all his senses, and Ji Lin, who had become a tool for killing, did not recognize him.
At this moment, Ji Lin's face was blank, and his eyes seemed to be stained with blood, with no black or white visible, only a deep red.
All of them were covered in wounds, and Ji Lin himself wasn't much better off, covered in blood as well. When the bloodthirsty aura on the evil weapon instantly diminished by more than half, Ji Lin's movements froze, and the Thousand Peaks Blade also paused, stopping in mid-air.
it works!
Li Ze was overjoyed and, ignoring his body which was swollen to the point of bursting, shouted, "Suck it!"
It seemed as if ten thousand ghosts were wailing in one's ears, their voices filled with bone-chilling hatred and resentment, striking straight into the depths of one's soul!
Those are the vengeful spirits on the Thousand Peaks Blade!
Yu Zhuo and the others present covered their ears, their faces contorted in pain. What on earth was going on? Was it the knife, or Ji Lin?
And what about Mo Xingjue's Daoist partner? What did he do? Why does he look even more sinister and terrifying than the evil weapon Thousand Yue Blade at this moment?
Pfft!
Ji Lin's shoulder was pierced by a sharp blade. It was Mo Xingjue who launched a sneak attack on Ji Lin while he was distracted, enduring the ear-piercing wails of the vengeful spirit.
His target was Ji Lin's chest, but at the crucial moment, the other party noticed and avoided the vital spot.
Before Mo Xingjue could draw his sword, the Thousand Peaks Blade was already in front of him. Startled, he hurriedly leaned back.
It's too late!
A sharp pain shot through his chest, and Mo Xingjue wondered if that evil weapon had ripped open his chest.
"Ji Lin, your opponent is me!" Li Ze suddenly appeared above Ji Lin and slashed down with his sword.
clang!
The piercing sound once again assaulted the eardrums of everyone present.
Li Ze was shrouded in a murderous aura that was almost tangible. He fought and retreated, leading Ji Lin to the side.
Mo Xingjue slammed his fist to the ground, the pain keeping him conscious. He used all his strength to take out pills from his storage bag and gulp them down. At the same time, he also took out tens of thousands of high-grade spirit stones and frantically absorbed the spiritual energy within them.
His eyes were fixed on Li Ze's figure. If Li Ze was defeated, he would risk his life to rush up and save him immediately.
With the bloodthirsty aura on the Thousand Peaks Blade gone, Li Ze began absorbing the bloodthirsty aura from Ji Lin. Ji Lin had killed so many people, so the bloodthirsty aura on his body was comparable to that of an evil weapon.
The consequence of his frantic absorption of the bloodthirsty energy was that he couldn't convert it in time, and his whole body was shrouded in a thick aura of evil energy. Wherever he went, tiny ice crystals appeared on the ground and in the air.
Due to the dense baleful aura surrounding her, Ji Lin's attack was somewhat neutralized.
"Mo Xingjue, are you still alive?" Yu Zhuo crawled to Mo Xingjue's side, panting heavily.
Mo Xingjue did not answer. Under the effect of the pills, his wounds healed rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye. The piles of high-grade spirit stones around him turned into powder one after another.
Yu Zhuo was so shocked by his speed that he didn't know what to say.
As expected of a 30-year-old Nascent Soul cultivator, his speed of absorbing spiritual energy is unmatched.
At this moment, Gu Chongjin also crawled over. Most of the bones in his two legs were broken, and his face was as white as a dead man.
"Your fellow Daoist has a somewhat sinister aura," Gu Chongjin managed to utter with all his might.
Mo Xingjue ignored his words; at that moment, his eyes and heart were only on that figure not far away.
"Are you that Little Devouring Demon?" Ji Lin had regained his senses at some point, and most of the bloodlust in his eyes had faded.
Li Ze remained silent, calmly transforming his malevolent energy into demonic energy to fill his dantian. However, there was simply too much malevolent energy, and he actually advanced from the early Nascent Soul stage to the mid-Nascent Soul stage right in front of Ji Lin.
"Heh, it really is you, Li Ze, you're not dead!" Ji Lin's tone was filled with utter contempt and gritted teeth. "You stole my demon horn!"
"That's my demon horn!" Li Ze ripped off his mask, revealing a breathtakingly beautiful face.
Ji Lin remained noncommittal. He glanced at the other cultivators, his contempt growing even stronger. "You, a demon, actually mingled with human cultivators! Tsk, you truly disgrace our demon race. If the Demon God found out, do you think he wouldn't crush you to pieces, leaving not even your demon soul?"
"The Demon God has no time to bother with a nobody like me. But you, who have slaughtered hundreds of thousands of demon soldiers and generals, do you dare to return to the Demon Realm now?" Li Ze sneered.
Ji Lin frowned, and certain images began to play in his mind—
His brows furrowed deeper and deeper, as if he were burdened by a deep-seated grudge.
Suddenly, Ji Lin looked up at Li Ze and asked, "Can you restore my sanity?"
Li Ze remained noncommittal. "So you're going to thank me? There's no need for that. Just stay away from me."
As Li Ze spoke, he continued to absorb the bloodthirsty energy from Ji Lin. As a result, Ji Lin felt the invisible shackles binding him gradually receding, and his soul seemed to lighten.
Could it be just because of that bloodthirsty aura?
Regardless of whether it is true or not, the usefulness of this Devouring Demon to him is self-evident.
“If you stay by my side and help me rid myself of the evil energy, I will spare your life,” Ji Lin said, her tone seductive. “I kill people, generating evil energy, and you need evil energy. It’s a win-win situation. What do you think?”
Li Ze fell into deep thought, seemingly hesitant.
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