"Ling Yi, did you hear anything?"
The sounds in the darkness were amplified many times over, and in an unfamiliar place, this amplification of the senses created a sense of psychological oppression.
After walking for so long, Wen Jingge had the illusion that this wasn't the Xuanmen Continent, but rather a survival movie set with a haunted house theme.
And they are undergoing endless trials.
What kind of demon! What kind of monster! What kind of immortal!
Outside of the Xuan Yun Sect, she hadn't seen many capable fighters; they were all child's play. This gave her a completely new understanding of her own strength.
However, this couldn't hide the weak and timid heart beneath her powerful Xuan Master physique.
Even when faced with situations like this, where there are no plot hints and the brain is occasionally stimulated, she will still be afraid, still scream, and still want to run away.
"It looks like something is crawling on the ground." Ling Yi listened carefully for a while, and only replied to Wen Jingge after confirming that it was not a hallucination.
Wen Jingge had been waiting a long time to hear these words, to the point that she almost thought this boy was going to be the first child to die in her arms.
"They're heading this way, aren't they?"
Despite Wen Jingge's seemingly carefree demeanor, swinging her legs on the coffin, she was inwardly panicking, her mind filled with thoughts like, "Evil spirits, begone! I have no intention of disturbing you."
Moreover, she now has an even more terrifying feeling.
That is, the coffin lid beneath him seems to be unable to hold him down.
Because of the multiple tribulations she had endured, she could occasionally communicate with Ah-Cai.
Ah-Cai must like this place. The one running around like a little kid after arriving here is Mo-Qin, who stays quietly in place as if waiting for something.
High-end prey always makes their grand entrance as the finale.
High-level hunters, on the other hand, are always served as food.
Wen Jingge thought it was probably waiting for something.
"Master, the sound is getting closer."
"I know." If the lighting technician were in place now, he would definitely see Wen Jingge's face, which was as pale as a newly dead demon.
"Master, it's getting closer and closer, it seems to be all around us."
"I know." If you listen carefully at this moment, you can also hear the tremor in Wen Jingge's voice.
"Master, my feet are a little itchy."
"I know." Wen Jingge paused, then cleared her throat. "Hmm? You have athlete's foot, don't you?"
"Master, are you tickling me?"
"I only have two hands! Are you scratching my back?"
"I only have two hands, and I'm holding onto Master!" Ling Yi was stunned, his innocent tone hiding considerable fear. "Master, then, then who's pinching me now!"
"It wasn't me." Wen Jingge shook her head, gradually regaining her senses from the vigorous spa treatment. That hand was so soft; it almost sent her to sleep. "You didn't even scratch my back?"
"Yes!" the two answered in unison.
"Master, I... I was touched on the butt." Ling Yi sobbed softly, as if he had suffered a great injustice.
Wen Jingge was holding him as she stood up when she suddenly stopped and almost fell off the coffin. She wanted to make a silly joke about him, but then she found that the hand on her back was sticking to her even more tightly.
"The Magic Harp!" Wen Jingge called out.
Perhaps the magic harp was too far away, and the sensitivity was too low, so it didn't fly over for a long time.
Wen Jingge dared not be overconfident. The cave was pitch black, and although A-Cai was right at her feet, his presence was becoming increasingly faint.
"Ling Yi".
"Master, why are you calling me by my name?" the child sniffed.
Wen Jingge closed her eyes, and in a daze, she could see the child wiping away tears. Then, she was dumbfounded.
This kid is wiping away his tears. Whose hand is that hanging around his neck?
Ling Yi is still an ordinary person, and it's impossible for him to be hanging in mid-air around her neck.
"Get lost!" She looked at Ling Yi in front of her as if he were a ball, the arc of which he had thrown was beautiful, but she didn't know where the basket was.
Everything happened very quickly. Just as she was about to unleash the full power to send the bracelet away, she discovered that there seemed to be a transparent hand in the void, preventing the beads from falling.
"They've gone too far with their antics," she spat, clearly angered.
For no other reason than that she had already prepared things like the Demon-Binding Rope and the Demon-Locking Chain beforehand, so how could she not carry something else to prevent being possessed by the Dao!
People in this world value morality, and some are even willing to die for it.
But it has nothing to do with Wen Jingge; what she believes in is: shamelessness makes one invincible.
She's an oddball who challenges sword cultivators to formations, so how can it be considered cheating when it comes to matters of life and death?
No one but a Xuan Master could tamper with her, because she had previously encountered demons and was therefore on guard against them.
The fact that this person knew she could unleash her full power by removing her bracelet is enough to show that he had been following her for quite some time.
The fact that Ah Cai and Mo Qin are both unusable indicates that they are being targeted.
But who said she only has these two magic weapons?
Wen Jingge sat on the ground, silently reciting the incantation, and began a new round of crushing.
"Namo Amitabha Buddha, Mani Na Ni Hum!"
As soon as the last sentence was recited, the cave was instantly bathed in Buddha's light, as if a deity had descended to earth.
The darkness finally dissipated, and the world became bright. God looked at her people and then at the magical artifacts before her.
She uttered a foul word, "Damn! This is allowed?"
The god stared at the purple-gold bowl, a magical artifact, with disbelief filling his eyes, his excitement growing even stronger.
The purple-gold alms bowl is the bowl that Tang Sanzang used to beg in Journey to the West. She also thought that it would be enough for her to take in three disciples, and even compared herself to Tang Sanzang who was on his way to his death.
This led to her later practice of reading Buddhist scriptures whenever she had free time, but what she never expected was...
Even a small Buddhist scripture could unleash such terrifying power in her hands.
"Is this talent?" She picked up the purple-gold bowl as if she were holding a giant 3000W searchlight.
She filled the cave with whatever number of her people came, and in the end, the cave was empty, and the demon never appeared.
Wen Jingge looked dejected.
Ah Cai is gone, Mo Qin is gone, and even Ling Yi is nowhere to be found.
The cave was quiet for a short while, then the ground shook violently, and Wen Jingge fell down again before she could even straighten up.
The scene changed, and when Wen Jingge looked up again, she was in front of a transparent jade wall.
The purple-gold alms bowl emitted a dazzling light, like stars, allowing Wen Jingge to see everything clearly. On the other side of the jade wall, Ling Yi was patting the wall, and judging from his mouth movements, he was calling out "Master".
On the other side of the jade disc was the Demonic Zither, which one longed to enter but could not, and Ah-Cai, who lay quietly on the ground.
She went down a few steps, rounded the corner, and the scene changed again.
This time, Yang Wennan was talking to a dark, filthy person, while beside them were two large moths emerging from their cocoons—no, Qiao Yu and the Buddha of Sorrow and Joy emerging from their cocoons.
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