Chapter 29: Hateful and Resentful of Three Good Disciples, Didn’t You Say You Won’t Die? ...
"But—" Ji Lingche said with a sneer on his face, "Before I kill you, I need to know one thing."
A soft laugh rippled through the black mist, and Yan Jinchen said, "Oh?"
Ji Lingche said succinctly: "Five clans' forbidden weapons."
Yan Jinchen smiled so hard that his shoulders shrugged: "Sure enough, you really came to see me for this..."
Qing had calmed down his true energy, but his meridians were still in great pain. He had just barely stood up when he suddenly heard this word and was horrified: The forbidden weapon of the five tribes?
These five forbidden weapons refer to the secret treasures of the Zhen clan of the five major families - Guangling Mu clan's dragon scale armor, Yunzhong Yin clan's phoenix blood, Langya Linghu clan's fox gall, Lingnan Liu clan's snake heart scales, and Beihai Yu clan's mermaid tears...
When the artifacts are separated, they can guard one side; when they are combined, they are invincible.
However, after the butterfly disaster years ago, the major families were plundered and severely damaged, and the forbidden weapons of the five major families were all looted. But wasn't Ji Lingche the culprit for all this? Didn't she have the forbidden weapon? Why was she asking about someone else?!
Could it be that the magic weapon she had seized was snatched away by her junior brother before she could use it, and so the two of them caused the sect to fall apart and fought each other to the death?
Qing thought to himself, this must be the case. These evil cultivators have no morals at all. It is common for fellow disciples to fight and kill each other, let alone such a gathering of forbidden weapons with the power to destroy the world -
Yan Jinchen laughed so hard that he fell backwards: "The thing is in this city!"
"Come and rob?"
Ji Lingche sneered: "Rob?"
"If my things stay with you for a long time, they become yours?"
Yan Jinchen: "Whoever gets it gets it, didn't you say that yourself?! I was just following my example, so why are you unhappy when it happens to you?"
"You robbed the aristocratic family, I robbed yours. I don't have the ability to keep it under control, who can I blame——"
Ji Lingche: "Oh, you make sense."
"If you think this way, I have nothing to say. Since you, Junior Brother, have no remorse, then don't blame me for being cruel and ruthless."
Yan Jinchen smiled and said, "What are you regretting?"
He suddenly said as if he had an epiphany: "Ah... You mean, you took this artifact to seal the demon?"
Yan Jinchen suddenly burst into laughter: "Again, the same excuse?"
"Ji Lingche, don't you think this is ridiculous? Who would believe that you would use such a world-destroying artifact to seal a demon?!"
"With this divine weapon, what can't I do? If so, why not give it to me? Even if those people were killed by the demons..."
She looked at the man's crazy and mad state, and felt that every breath she took was hot.
This bitch stole the forbidden weapon that was supposed to suppress demons, and the seal loosened. In order to restore the seal, she self-ignited her golden elixir in the Abyss of Ember, and died without a burial place.
It was also because this bitch had colluded with the Immortal Alliance and picked the opportunity when her sect was weak that the noble family dared to slaughter her sect, resulting in the tragic death of the entire family...
She wanted to mock him, but when the words came to her lips, she could only sneer: "If that's the case, why bother saying more? Go to hell."
Yan Jinchen laughed wildly: "Ah? Did I hear correctly? Who will kill whom?"
"Not only can you not kill me, you can't take this forbidden weapon away either. I want you to watch helplessly as divine punishment falls upon you."
Ji Lingche chuckled: "Really?"
Yan Jinchen's blurry figure disappeared in an instant, and his voice came from all directions, as if it was everywhere -
"But I feel a little reluctant to kill you."
Ji Lingche stood in place, closed her eyes, and used only her spiritual sense to sense the direction. A floating figure slowly emerged in her sea of consciousness.
Suddenly, that figure floated behind her——
Ji Lingche suddenly opened his eyes, moved as fast as lightning, and his hand suddenly pierced through the man's chest!
But there was no warmth from blood, instead hard and sharp silk threads tightly wrapped around her fingers.
Puppet thread.
Ji Lingche curled the corners of her lips coldly, without avoiding. Her fingers were cut into a bloody mess, but she suddenly clenched her palms, allowing the puppet silk to cut deeply into her flesh!
She fiercely grasped the tangled thread at the puppet's heart, and was about to pull it out by the roots—
But suddenly he stopped.
Yan Jinchen smiled and said, "Why don't you talk anymore, Senior Sister?"
Suddenly the thick fog dissipated, and Ji Lingche saw the puppet's face clearly in the pale light of the corpse.
My hands couldn't help but tremble slightly -
It was a very handsome face, but it lacked the smoothness and sharpness of an immortal. Instead, it had a hint of stubbornness, like a worldly scholar who had read too many books and spoke a lot of nonsense. When the immortals saw him, they would laugh at him and call him a fool.
But now it was just an empty shell. The chest pierced by her hand revealed dense and strange threads under the pale skin, looking so thin and pitiful.
Ji Lingche looked at him, stunned.
“Senior Brother…?”
Yan Jinchen laughed happily: "Ahahaha, what's wrong with you?"
"Keep talking nonsense? It's just a piece of skin, destroy him!"
Ji Lingche did not let go and still held the puppet heart tightly. She knew that if she let go, she would be counterattacked. The puppet thread almost cut off her fingers, but she couldn't do it. She just stared at the person opposite her without blinking.
Yan Jinchen's voice gradually grew colder. "So you couldn't even bear to destroy Tan Yigu's skin, but you could skin me alive a thousand times without blinking an eye, right?"
His tone suddenly rose, a little hoarse: "Am I not your fellow disciple?!"
"Ji Lingche, why, why can I never, ever compare to him... He's just a piece of trash who can never form a pill! Why are you so nice to him?! Am I really that cheap?!"
Ji Lingche looked as if he had heard something extremely funny: "Compared to him, are you worthy?"
Yan Jinchen laughed like a madman, completely insane. The mask of a fresh young man could no longer be maintained, and his madness and cruelty gushed out: "Then you can die with him."
"Let me see, was it his skin that killed you, or was it you who destroyed his only physical body."
With a whistle, the puppet moved suddenly, and the strange silk suddenly spread out and pierced into the big blood vessel on Ji Lingche's wrist. Blood splattered everywhere, but Ji Lingche did not avoid it.
Suddenly, a sword light came slashing down, and with a dull "clang" sound, those violent puppet threads did not move at all, and Qing's sword rolled up!
Qing wanted to strike again, but his spiritual veins stagnated, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. His sword dropped, and his meridians all over his body felt like they were burning with pain.
But suddenly I heard a muffled sound!
When he raised his head again, he saw that Ji Lingche had already pulled out the puppet heart by the roots without hesitation!
She held the thread tightly, still connected to the human-skin puppet, and blood dripped from her hand.
A red light burst out from her hand, burning along the silk thread she was holding, and instantly extended to the puppet.
A big hole appeared on the puppet's chest, and the fire followed the pulled out silk thread, burning his body and starting to spread.
The last thing Ji Lingche saw was the puppet's eyes lit by fire, as dazzling as when it was alive, as if it had never died.
A dazzling light burst forth, a momentary brilliance igniting a vibrant vitality, like a drop of blood slicing through the eternal night...
In just three breaths, it burned out, the embers scattered in the wind, darkness descended from the sky, and the thick fog still enveloped it -
Yan Jinchen clapped his hands and laughed, "So cruel! So vicious!"
"As expected of our sect leader, you showed no mercy to my brother. Don't you like Tan Yigu very much? Why are you so cruel?"
Ji Lingche's expression was icy. She let the blood flow freely from her hands. She pointed directly in the direction of Yan Jinchen and said word by word, "Go to hell."
The next moment, everything was silent, as if the wind had stopped. The flowing mist suddenly condensed, as if the air itself had stopped flowing. A strange pressure quietly enveloped them, making it difficult for them to breathe.
Qing instantly lost the ability to think and felt a splitting headache. It seemed as if his soul had left his body in an instant and he could not move at all. It was as if a giant hand fell from the sky and crushed his body into powder.
Blood slowly flowed from the corner of Ji Lingche's mouth, but she didn't move.
She must get the forbidden weapon back.
must.
But suddenly, the sky collapsed and the earth broke apart, as if the whole world suddenly collapsed, making it impossible for people to stand. The ground exploded inch by inch, making a loud noise!
A huge crack was flying towards the two of them at a rapid speed, and it seemed as if something was about to rise from the ground!
Ji Lingche was shocked. Yan Jinchen, whose soul she had demanded, evaporated on the spot and disappeared suddenly. Her magic had lost its target and all of it backfired!
Her sea of consciousness buzzed, and she retreated repeatedly, almost falling down, vomiting a mouthful of blood. At this time, the huge crack had reached her feet.
She suddenly grabbed Qing's arm and dragged him backwards. Suddenly, a huge abyss appeared where they were standing.
A strange palace suddenly rose from the crack.
A foul stench filled the air, accompanied by the gurgling of pus. Countless evil spirits emerged in the form of black smoke, and the Yama Ghost Palace rose from the ground. The entire Fengdu City was turned upside down...
Ji Lingche barely stood still, gasping for breath, his dantian felt like it was burning, his hands and face were covered in blood, and he looked up at the palace that suddenly rose up.
Under this huge ghost palace that rose from the ground, she was as small as an ant.
Only a voice came down from the sky, laughing crazily: "Good sister, open your eyes and take a good look, this is the real——"
"Feng, capital, city."
Ji Lingche suddenly felt the jade pendant on his chest getting hot - it was Qu Wuji's soul trembling!
This only happens when one's spiritual power is exhausted and life is hanging by a thread...
She calmed her breath and said coldly, "So that's how it is."
"You colluded with the demons, and those beasts slaughtered the Iron Sword Town for you, hoping to break the formation that locked Fengdu City and release the ghosts in the city."
Yan Jinchen clapped his hands and smiled, "After all, you should thank me properly."
"If you were still in Tiejian Town right now, you would have already turned into dust!"
Ji Lingche only felt that the jade pendant on her chest was getting hotter and hotter, and her consciousness was becoming more and more blurred. The huge crack was coming straight towards her, and she watched helplessly as the crack reached her feet.
The backlash was too fierce, and the string that was stretched to the extreme finally broke. She was dazed for a moment, and fell forward.
All was silent.
Is she going to hell?!
......
Suddenly, a pair of cold hands grabbed the back of her neck and dragged her backwards!
Ji Lingche only felt like he was bumped into a strong embrace and was held tightly——
She raised her head and saw a face splattered with blood. There were also large patches of bright red blood on the white robe with gold thread, which was very eye-catching.
The man lost all his cold look and killed his way forward. His cold eyes were stained red with blood. He held her wrist and poured spiritual power into it frantically.
He spoke word by word, "Good disciple."
"You promised not to die, didn't you?"
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