Chapter 52: Ping An Liu, you and I are the Taoist companions recognized by Heaven...
Everyone looked up at the statue on the roof.
For a moment, Ji Lingche thought he was in the Ping'an Temple in Tiejian Town...
...Who is the evil spirit attached to that statue?
I saw it grinning inch by inch, and stones fell down. The cracks on its cracked face were densely packed like a spider web. A pair of colorless bluestone eyes looked down at the people standing below.
Ji Lingche's eyelids twitched, and her sea of consciousness ached, almost as if it were about to explode. A voice etched itself in her mind: "See you again, Imperial Master."
Ji Lingche narrowed his eyes and chuckled, "You lowly beast."
Demon Lord, Burning Tower.
Xie Feiguang was confused and could not hear what the Demon Lord said. He only felt an evil pressure that made his blood freeze for a moment. Although he could not see, his hearing was extremely strong. His sword was faster than him, and his moves were as fast as lightning. A sword technique had already chopped towards the statue that was bursting with evil pressure.
The moment Xie Feiguang made his move, the pressure in Ji Lingche's sea of consciousness loosened. However, his sword light rebounded with a buzzing sound before it even landed on the statue. The sword in his hand shook violently and was almost broken. Xie Feiguang took a few steps back and spat out a mouthful of blood.
He was gasping for breath, feeling as if he was dying, but suddenly he heard a whistle.
The next moment, he felt his feet begin to shake slightly.
The ground of the small Qinglong Temple began to shake, and the green stone slabs began to crack. It seemed as if something underground had come alive and was trying to crawl out.
Ji Lingche only laughed and said, "Things are different now. This is not Tiejian Town."
"You are so arrogant in my own territory. Are you trying to kill yourself?"
In the mortal world, the Imperial Master has countless followers. In the capital city alone, there are countless corpses of followers buried underground. After their death, these people gave their souls to the Imperial Master, willing to sacrifice for the people of the world.
At the sound of a whistle, all the spirits came out, but Ji Lingche was a little hesitant at this time.
It's still too early to call them out now.
What is in front of him is just a trace of the demon lord's soul. Why use a butcher knife to kill a chicken?
However, she didn't know if she could withstand the beast's soul-separation curse with her current level of cultivation.
The last whistle was pressed under her tongue. When she was hesitating, Ji Lingche felt like she was hit on the head with a stick. Her sea of consciousness hurt so much that she couldn't help but groan, as if a big hand had fallen from the sky, pressing her down so hard that she couldn't breathe.
Her head was buzzing, and she felt as if her consciousness was about to be snuffed out. Blood flowed from the corners of her eyes, and the string in her brain was stretched so tight that it seemed about to break.
She looked into the eyes of the statue, and in an instant she seemed to have returned to the Abyss of Eternal Ashes.
Blood flew everywhere, and she pointed her sword at Ranlou's forehead, causing his sea of consciousness to explode and boil.
It is destined that the winner will be the king and the loser will be the bandit, and the fight will continue until one dies.
She sneered and was about to take action when suddenly her sea of consciousness shook and the pressure suddenly dropped, as if something had repelled the evil pressure of the demon lord!
"Sacrifice to Lingche."
A voice rang out in her head. The voice was extremely clear, yet it carried a chilling frosty tone. It cut through the shackles and suddenly pulled her out of the abyss.
...Qu Wu Ji?
How could he suddenly transmit his voice in her sea of consciousness at such a distance?
She was stunned, and suddenly saw the golden light flashing on the seal on her wrist.
I only heard the man say coldly: "Take the sword."
"I'll lend you my sword, and you come and chop off his head."
Ji Lingche frowned: "Take the sword? What sword? Where did the sword come from?"
Qu Wuji said word by word: "The sword is in your heart, in the blood that connects us."
"Don't forget, you and I are the Taoist companions recognized by Heaven."
The wind was whistling, blood was dripping, and the moonlight was shining brightly. Although she couldn't see him, she felt as if Qu Wuji was standing beside her. She could almost hear his pulse. As her heart and veins were connected, she seemed to really see the sword.
She stretched out her hand as if possessed by a ghost, reaching into the void, and seemed to touch Qu Wuji's cold fingers.
In an instant, a green light flashed, accompanied by the sound of a sword ringing like a dragon's roar, and a green-black long sword was pulled out by her out of thin air.
The divine sword Qinghun.
Ji Lingche held the sword with both hands, and suddenly felt a chill on the back of his hand. There was clearly nothing there, but it seemed as if Qu Wuji's hand was covering it.
He whispered in her ear: "Cross Sword Technique——"
She felt her blood boiling as she spoke word for word, "Ninth Cross Sword Decision, Return to the Ruins!"
She swung her sword fiercely at the statue. Although she was alone, it seemed as if two people swung the sword at the same time. With a humming sound, the earth shook.
Suddenly, the sword spirit cried out, and a strong wind arose, sending gravel flying.
The statue was caught in the violent sword wind and instantly turned into powder under the huge spiritual pressure!
Gravel was kicked up, and then fell down with a crackling sound—
Ji Lingche lowered her hand dejectedly, and the tip of the sword hit the ground heavily. She felt that this sword had completely exhausted her spiritual power and severely damaged her vitality. She couldn't help but breathe heavily.
Suddenly, she felt a chill in her palm, and saw the sword in her hand slowly disappear, turning into a continuous stream of spiritual power that poured into her palm and soothed her spiritual veins.
Nourished by this extremely familiar spiritual energy, she was stunned for a moment before realizing what had just happened. She frowned and asked, "Who is your Taoist partner?"
"Are you addicted to taking advantage of me?"
I only heard the voice in the sea of consciousness chuckle and say: "If you are not my Taoist partner, how could you possibly take over my natal sword?"
"Even if you don't recognize it, Heaven will recognize it."
Seeing how righteous this man was, Ji Lingche was so angry that he laughed. However, he felt a slight pain in his heart, but he couldn't say anything unpleasant.
She whispered, "You bastard."
"Who told you to carry me to the Abyss of Ember? And you dared to cast a sleeping spell on me? I will definitely skin you alive."
I only heard him laugh softly: "Alan, are you worried about me?"
Ji Lingche sneered and was about to say something when he whispered, "I just hope you can remember me a little."
Ji Lingche: "...When you speak like that, it makes me look like a bad person."
Although she really has no character to speak of.
Looking at the Xiaoqinglong Temple, which was affected by the sword wind, and the broken tiles and ruins scattered on the ground, with spots of flesh and blood on the ground, she sighed deeply, frowned, and thought to herself: In this situation, he still has the mind to say whether he cares about me or not...
She shifted her gaze to Xie Feiguang, only to see him leaning his sword on the ground. He was affected by the sword wind and was now spitting blood. He could no longer care about other people.
Chen Zhouwan was unconscious, but the wound on his abdomen had changed again and started to heal very quickly. The torn flesh and blood could no longer be seen. It was as if he was trying to cover up something and wrap up the parasitic golden elixir. The wound was almost healed.
Ji Lingche thought that even if this person could be saved, his golden elixir was completely useless.
As for Xue Yingxue and the other two, she looked around but didn't see any trace of them. Could it be that they had been fed to the demon?
She slowly lowered her eyes and spoke in her mind, "Qu Wuji."
He responded, but she remained silent for a long time.
He whispered, "No matter when or where, as long as you call me, I will answer."
The sacrificial spirit only said: "...Are you injured?"
Qu Wu Ji Che paused, but said, "Not yet."
Ji Lingche heard something strange in his tone and knew that he must have been injured and was just pretending to be strong.
He said, "I have already left the Abyss of Eternal Ashes and am now in the Demon-Suppressing Tower. But I cannot leave here. If I am not here, the tower will collapse in an instant."
Ji Lingche asked, "Where are the people with you?"
Qu Wuji said after a long while: "I am the only one who got out alive."
For a moment, the two were speechless. The wind blew sadly. It was pitch black all around, with only the moon shining dimly. The night seemed to be so long that it would never end.
She was well aware of the dangers of the Abyss of Eternal Ashes, and was not surprised by the deaths of those who died there. However, she still felt a pity in her heart. She lowered her eyes dejectedly and said, "Qu Wuji..."
She wanted to say something like "I'm sorry, but I took care of myself," but in the end she said nothing.
Qu Wuji suddenly whispered, "Alan, after we pacify the demons..."
"I won't be the head of a sect or the chief anymore. I'll just go live in seclusion where the peach blossoms bloom. It'll just be you and me. Is that okay with you?"
Ji Lingche was stunned, not knowing why he suddenly said that, but he thought to himself: Will there really be a day when the demons are pacified?
If that day really comes, will they still be alive?
She didn't speak, and he didn't speak either. Ji Lingche could only hear his breathing.
After an unknown amount of time, she said, "If that day ever comes, ask me again."
"I'll tell you when the time comes."
I only heard Qu Wuji smile, but his tone was a little lonely, but he only said: "Okay."
Ji Lingche wondered, if he could really ask her again at that time, how would she answer?
She didn’t know…
Qu Wuji straightened his tone and said, "Alan, you need to do something."
Ji Lingche was stunned for a moment, then asked, "What's the matter?"
Qu Wuji: "You have to go find the stolen golden elixir, otherwise I can't escape from the tower."
Ji Lingche's heart sank, and he asked, "Do you have any clues?"
Qu Wuji: "The thief must be a member of the Immortal Alliance, and he must be in a high position of power, or at least have access to confidential information."
"And this person is probably in Shangjing now."
Ji Lingche raised his eyebrows in surprise: "Why do you think so?"
Qu Wuji: "I carefully examined the formation in this Demon Suppression Tower and found that the person who broke the formation used very righteous techniques and was very familiar with this tower. Even if the mastermind was not the one who broke it, there must be someone from the Immortal Alliance involved."
"That person used the technique very carefully, but still left traces. I tracked the remaining spiritual threads and found that the master of the technique is now in Shangjing."
Ji Lingche thought to himself: The person who broke the formation is not necessarily the one who stole the treasure. Even if he is in Shangjing, there is no way to be sure that the golden elixir is still in his possession.
But now, I can only go find him.
Ji Lingche: "I will go find him. If anything happens, I will call you..."
"Oh, your injury, is it really all right?"
Qu Wuji paused for a moment and said, "It's just a minor injury, it's nothing serious."
Ji Lingche said after a long while, "If the tower really can't be defended, don't force it. With the Crow Feather Sword, even if the tower is really broken, the Demon Lord's body can't get out. Don't risk your life—"
Qu Wuji said softly: "I know I won't die here."
He curled up the corners of his mouth slightly, and thought to himself: Ji Lingche, how could I die?
I want to go with you to where the flowers bloom, and I want to keep clinging to you...
Suddenly, Ji Lingche's eyes moved, and he heard bursts of horse hooves sounds coming from outside the Xiaoqinglong Temple. There were about dozens of horses, and the hooves made a clattering sound on the bluestone slabs, but not in a disorderly manner. It seemed that they were well-trained.
The sound of horse hooves stopped outside Xiaoqinglong Temple for a long time, as if someone was waiting outside the temple.
Ji Lingche looked far away in the direction of the horses, cut off the connection with Qu Wuji in his sea of consciousness, and walked out step by step.
She waved her hand, and the tightly closed temple gate suddenly opened. Teams of guards in brocade robes and carrying swords stood on tall horses. In the front was a pure white horse, its mane looking like oil in the moonlight. Sitting on the horse's back was an old man in official uniform.
Seeing the temple gate suddenly open and an evil wind blowing out, the horses were frightened and became confused for a moment and retreated.
Only the white horse in the front did not move.
Ji Lingche narrowed his eyes and frowned, "Chengzhi, is that you?"
"I haven't seen you for many years. You've aged so much."
The old man was stunned for a moment, then immediately rolled off his horse and crawled forward on his knees. Tears welled up in his eyes. He said, "Master, is it really you?"
He lowered his head and kowtowed heavily, saying, "Over twenty years have passed, and the Imperial Master's demeanor remains the same..."
Ji Lingche put his hand on his head and said, "Prime Minister, does the Emperor want to see me?"
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