Chapter 100 Guixu 5 If you die, I will probably be very angry
Ji Lingche felt a cold hand, and before the entrance to the Nightmare Realm closed again, she pulled the man out.
She rolled around on the ground holding the man for a few rounds, and her hands felt wet and her clothes were covered in blood.
With a crisp sound, the Shatuan Sword flew out and fell to the ground with a clang.
Ji Lingche hurriedly got up and saw the person lying on the ground. His white clothes were soaked with blood, his face was pale, his brows were furrowed, and he seemed to be in extreme pain.
She was shocked, picked him up, and said urgently: "Qu Wuji!"
She held his hand, and spiritual power surged into her.
The person in his arms coughed up blood and slowly opened his eyes.
He was breathing rapidly and choked by the blood. He couldn't help coughing a few times. He held her hand tightly, as if he was afraid that she would disappear again. His chest was heaving and he couldn't speak for a long time.
Ji Lingche raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, his heart aching, and he could only say: "Shang Zheng..."
His light-colored eyes stared at her without blinking, as if trying to determine whether this was an illusion or reality.
After a long pause, he raised the corners of his mouth faintly and said, "I'm glad you're okay."
She was stunned for a moment, then hugged him tightly in her arms and whispered, "You scared me to death."
Qu Wuji pursed his lips and said softly, "I'm fine."
"Although this nightmare zone is difficult to deal with, I learned from my last experience and suppressed my inner demons, so I wasn't seriously injured."
He looked into her eyes and chuckled, "It's bloody and scary, but it didn't hurt anything at all—"
He then used Taoist magic to remove the blood from his body.
Seeing this, Ji Lingche knew that he was trying to keep a tough face in order not to make him worry, and he felt uncomfortable.
Seeing her gloomy expression, Qu Wuji slowly stood up, opened his arms, and said with a chuckle, "Look, it's nothing serious."
Ji Lingche couldn't help but laugh out loud.
She grabbed his wrist, wanting to let him go first while she went to kill the demon lord alone.
But on second thought, he would definitely not agree, and would even worry about the gains and losses.
She sighed softly and whispered, "Don't be like this."
"If you pretend nothing happened, I'll feel even worse for you."
Qu Wu Ji smiled, and the scarlet surrounding him reflected in his eyes, adding a layer of elegance.
He came closer and just chuckled: "Are you really hurt, or are you pretending to be hurt?"
Ji Lingche saw that he looked secretly happy and raised his eyebrows slightly.
He walked over, put his arms around her waist, lowered his head, and his hot breath sprayed on her neck. He was a little tired and murmured softly, "Alan."
"I just hope you're safe."
She was stunned for a moment, and felt that his body was cold, like a piece of fragile ice, melting bit by bit in her arms.
Ji Lingche felt empty inside and was even a little scared, as if he was afraid of quicksand passing through his fingers.
She raised her hands and hugged him tight.
At this moment, time seemed to stand still. She closed her eyes and exhaled deeply.
She whispered, "I heard the cries of the Crow Feather Sword."
Upon hearing this, Qu Wu Ji slowly let her go. He hooked his finger and the buzzing Shatuan Sword on the ground was put into his sleeve.
He whispered, "I'm fine, let's go."
She paused, clutching his cold wrist, her thoughts drifting far away, her voice soft, as she simply said, "Once we get out, we'll go to the Wuwang Sea..."
Qu Wuji looked at her softly and just nodded.
The golden eagle noticed the gazes of the two people, shook its wings, flew over, circled around Ji Lingche, called out, and rubbed its head against her trouser legs.
Ji Lingche looked at the golden eagle and knew it could fly out of the abyss, so he said, "We are going to a very dangerous place and have no time to care about you."
"Just fly away on your own."
But the eagle was unwilling to leave. Instead, it spread its wings and motioned for her to step on it.
Ji Lingche was stunned for a moment, then said, "I'm afraid you can't carry the two of us."
The golden eagle became excited upon hearing this, and spread its wings, as if eager to prove itself, and let out clear cries. Its feathers shone brightly, and each feather emitted a strong golden light, like a small sun.
Only then did Ji Lingche realize that its body seemed to be much larger than before, and its arm span was almost as long as two people.
The golden eagle stood there, with its golden feathers, sharp claws and beak, and intimidating eyes, looking very majestic.
At this moment, its wings are spread and its body is agile, looking like a top-grade spiritual beast.
It can come and go freely in the abyss. In terms of cultivation, it should be far superior to some Nascent Soul cultivators.
Ji Lingche felt pity for the golden eagle and did not want to put it in danger.
But it was unwilling to leave, and seemed determined to stay with me until death.
Qu Wuji raised his eyebrows and asked, "Is this the little golden ball of Gu Chaoyin?"
Ji Lingche nodded and chuckled softly, "If I didn't have it, it wouldn't be so easy for me to get out of the Nightmare Realm—"
When she thought of this, she thought of Yin Lanxin again.
This person has calculated to this extent, I wonder how much energy and effort he has spent, and how much his lifespan he has lost...
She sighed silently.
She turned her gaze to the golden eagle, knowing clearly that the eagle could carry them both directly over the demon's head and into the heart of the abyss, thus saving a lot of trouble.
Since it was willing to pledge allegiance, she naturally had no reason to refuse.
She slowly raised the corners of her mouth, looked at Qu Wuji, opened her palms to him, smiled softly and said, "Come here, let's go."
She grabbed Qu Wuji's hand, stepped lightly on the golden eagle's back, and then pulled him up.
This golden eagle is nearly twice as big as the one in the Nightmare Realm, and can actually carry two people at the same time.
She slowly squatted down, leaned over the golden eagle, grabbed its feathers with her hands, patted its head, and whispered, "Little bird, fly!"
The golden eagle let out a clear cry, then kicked the ground and flew upwards.
The huge wingspan drew golden lines in the air, passing over the heads of the monsters and flying towards the Crow Feather Sword.
The golden eagle flew high and glided over the scarlet abyss like magma, like a golden boat passing through the sea of blood.
The wind blew violently, and their clothes were rustling. The two had no choice but to crouch lower to reduce wind resistance.
The air was dry and hot, with a fishy smell, and a burning sensation rolled up from below, almost melting people.
The Crow Feather Sword sensed the breath of its master and burst out with unprecedented spiritual pressure, almost like a last gasp of life.
The demons became agitated and jumped up one after another, trying to knock down the golden eagle.
The evil pressure increased greatly, the air became thinner, and the feeling of suffocation came over me like a tide.
Suddenly, countless thick tentacles rolled up from the ground and suddenly rushed towards this side!
Ji Lingche put his fingers together and the huge tentacle instantly broke into several pieces, fell into the abyss, and was then eaten by the monsters.
Instantly, blood and flesh flew everywhere, and countless disgusting creatures squirmed. From above, it looked like countless maggots were gnawing at each other...
Ji Lingche frowned in disgust and turned to look at Qu Wuji. Seeing that he was frowning, he was obviously very uncomfortable.
She said in his sea of consciousness: "Are you okay?"
Qu Wu Ji didn't answer, just nodded.
No matter how painful it is, they can't turn back.
Once the arrow is shot, there is no turning back. Now they only have two choices: either kill the beast or fall down and feed the demon.
At this moment, Ji Lingche suddenly felt a sharp pain in his sea of consciousness. He saw something. He clenched his hands suddenly and pulled a handful of golden feathers from the back of the golden eagle.
A long black silhouette was reflected in her eyes——
She saw the Crow Feather Sword.
The slender sword stood upright and pierced the ground.
The sword was pitch black, and the chains wrapped around it had broken off.
As the spiritual power flowed, the patterns on the sword gradually turned crimson, and the sword body became scorching hot, as if it were burning.
The sword intent was pushed to the extreme, and large flakes of black snow were seen floating in the sky for several miles in radius, just like the feathers of a black crow, falling one by one, with a kind of eerie and quiet beauty.
The golden eagle carried the two of them straight into the black snow.
The crow feather sword intent swirled and fell, landing on her hair and shoulders, and slowly falling in front of her eyes.
Ji Lingche spread out his palms and held up a sword intent.
She just felt as if there was no sound in the world, and a sense of tranquility arose from the bottom of her heart.
At this moment, she seemed to have suddenly regained the part of her soul that she had lost.
Ji Lingche closed his eyes and whispered, "Crow Feather."
When she opened her eyes again, the golden eagle suddenly rushed upwards, heading straight for the hilt of the sword!
In order to pin the beast down, the sword became extremely thick and long. She couldn't even see the situation of the Valley Demon Lord from above.
But she could feel that familiar evil pressure growing stronger, obviously stronger than last time.
Yet he restrained himself, as if trying to induce her to draw her sword.
Ji Lingche knew that the Demon Lord was willing for her to draw the sword.
This crow feather sword is the last shackle that prevents him from seeing the light of day again.
This demon lord has swallowed countless magical weapons, so it is only a matter of time before he breaks through the Crow Feather Sword.
She only drew the sword because she felt pity for it and didn't want the sword spirit to be damaged in vain.
Ji Lingche began to think about what would happen if he pulled out the sword.
She thought, last time she burned a golden elixir to pin this beast here, now that he had taken the initiative to draw his sword, what would he use to check him...
After the Kunlun Immortal repaired her spiritual veins, her cultivation had reached the brink of ascension. Although she was stronger than in her previous life, the Demon Lord's strength was also increasing day by day.
Just then, her wrist felt cold.
She turned her head and saw a pair of clear light-colored eyes, which instantly brought her back to her senses.
Qu Wuji's face was calm, like a cool pond, truly making people feel peaceful.
He only heard him say softly: "Alan, I have been thinking about it all these years."
"I wonder if the outcome would have been different if there had been no rift between us before."
"If you didn't hate me, if you trusted me, you wouldn't have come here alone."
"If you had taken me with you back then, you wouldn't have died..."
He pursed his lips and smiled, but turned his face away, not looking at her, and only said softly: "You know."
"I value you more than anything else, more than my life."
“It’s always been like this.”
Ji Lingche looked at him in a daze.
He murmured, "This time, it's my turn..."
Suddenly he stopped talking, and the unfinished words turned into a faint smile at the corner of his mouth.
Ji Lingche realized something, grabbed his hand tightly, frowned and said, "Why are you saying that again?"
He smiled and suddenly said, "What would happen to you if I died?"
She was stunned for a moment: "You won't die."
After a long while, she said again: "If you really died, I would probably -"
“I’d probably be furious.”
"If you die, I might kill a lot of people... or demons, or anything."
Qu Wuji said softly, "Don't be like this."
She smiled faintly: "So, you should live well. Don't keep saying things like "die"."
Qu Wuji said no more, lowered his eyes, and thought to himself: "What if I die?"
Even if I only have one last shred of soul left, I will still cling to you.
Even if you ascend to heaven, you can't get rid of me.
…
The golden eagle had already flown to the hilt of the sword, let out a cry, and then hovered in the air with the help of the hot air rising from the bottom, only flapping its wings from time to time.
Ji Lingche patted the golden eagle's head once again, and suddenly felt a sense of familiarity, as if she had done this action countless times before. The golden eagle rubbed her palm, as if it had known her for a long time.
She couldn't help but be stunned, and the flood of memories came up again. She was dazed for a moment, but in the end she couldn't remember anything.
She slowly stood up, walked down from the back of the golden eagle, stepped into the air, and walked towards the Crow Feather Sword step by step.
Qu Wu Ji followed closely behind her, standing not too far away, holding the Shatuan Sword in his hand.
Yayu felt the master's spiritual pressure approaching, and more sword intent burst out from the surroundings -
Black crow-feather-like pieces of murderous intent fell, like a black snow that would never melt.
Ji Lingche spread out his palms, and the black snow all hovered in the air, as if time had stopped at this moment.
She raised the corners of her mouth and whispered to the sword spirit, "Twenty years of resentment, let's take revenge."
As soon as he finished speaking, the crow-feather-like sword intent instantly turned into sword wind and stabbed downwards!
The sword spirit had been gathering strength for a long time. The vengeance it had accumulated over twenty years for killing its master transformed into boundless murderous intent, sweeping towards the demons beneath it. In an instant, wailing sounds rose one after another.
At this moment, an evil pressure rose up, almost pushing her away!
Just as she steadied her steps, she saw cracks suddenly appear on the Crow Feather Sword, spreading out like a spider web. The sword spirit trembled, and it was obvious that it was about to break!
She suddenly felt a sharp pain in her sea of consciousness, and heard a voice echoing: "National Master, you don't want this sword anymore."
"I'll help you destroy it."
-----------------------
The author has something to say: Chapter 100!!!
I've already written a hundred chapters of a novel!
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
