Chapter 59: Killing the Turbulence All appearances are false
It was a pure black long sword, wrapped with extremely thick iron chains that extended downwards.
As spiritual power flowed, the lines on the sword gradually turned red, and the sword became scorching hot, as if it were burning.
The sword was now enormous, like a giant pillar. The tip of the sword could not be seen clearly. The sword body sank into the abyss and pierced into the darkness, nailing something tightly, without moving.
Ji Lingche half-knelt in front of the sword, his heart pounding wildly, almost coughing up blood. He was barely perched on a cliff, with an endless abyss below. A faint red light was emanating from the darkness, as if something was burning and boiling continuously. Just one look at it would make people dizzy, and it was so breathtaking that it would make people fall down.
Ji Lingche curled his lips coldly——
Abyss of Ember, long time no see.
Ji Lingche looked around and found that there were cliffs everywhere and there was no way for him to go.
When she lowered her head, she found that there was a huge cross-shaped formation under her feet, which was exactly the same as the one in the underground palace. It turned out to be a sinister teleportation talisman, but it was completely invisible before it was triggered, luring her to step on it and sending her here.
The location here is absolutely perfect. Below is the scarlet demon domain, and there are desperate situations in front, behind, left and right. The only chance is the sword in front of you.
Not only can she be placed under the control of the demon lord, but she will not fall down. In front of her is the hilt of the sword, which she can grasp with one hand, which can constantly tempt her to draw her sword.
It turns out that this was the idea to lure her down to the underground palace.
Ji Lingche curled up the corner of her mouth in sarcasm. She came to the Abyss of Eternal more often than she went home. Most of the seals here were set by her own hands and were under her command.
What's more, the core of the biggest seal is her natal sword. At this moment, who should be afraid of whom?
The moment she saw the sword, memories of her past life flashed through her mind, and she suddenly had a splitting headache.
Only she herself knew how she had inserted the sword. The pain of the self-igniting golden elixir still gnaws at her bones and burns her heart to this day, and even the thought of it makes her shudder.
She risked her life to insert the sword, but now she is reborn as a human being and revisits the old place, only to be "invited" to pull out the sword.
"Daydreaming," she said coldly.
Suddenly, a huge voice resounded through the sea of consciousness: "National Master."
Ji Lingche suddenly felt a sharp pain in his sea of consciousness. If he hadn't supported himself on the ground with his hands, he would have fallen down immediately.
"Choose, draw your sword or die."
At this moment, the Demon Lord's voice was several times louder than in Qinglong Temple, causing her sea of consciousness to buzz.
Ji Lingche chuckled: "I chose this question twenty years ago."
That thing laughed, its sinister laughter spreading across the sea of consciousness layer by layer, lasting for a long time, truly terrifying. He only said, "It's a pity that you don't have a third life."
Ji Lingche raised her hand, and a silver butterfly rose from her palm, then swung out in an instant, dragging a silver light in the darkness, and slid towards the bottom of the scarlet abyss.
She stared at the silver butterfly and said, "You will never, ever see the light of day again."
"Even if I die a second time, a third time, a thousand times, and am reincarnated, you will only be able to linger in my shadow."
"It can only wriggle at the bottom of the pit like a pool of rotten meat, with no hope of rebirth."
Ji Lingche clenched his palms suddenly, and a white light suddenly appeared in the abyss. The silver butterfly that had just flown down suddenly exploded, and a barrier flashing with white light unfolded, instantly sealing the entire abyss.
She stood up and took a step forward, with one foot hanging over the abyss. The moment she landed, there was a cracking sound, as if she was stepping on thin ice. Ripples spread out from under her feet, and spiritual power flowed like water waves, holding her whole body firmly in place.
She lowered her eyes and looked down, only to see a bright red light appear under the translucent barrier. It suddenly became violent, and countless black shadows flashed and rushed towards the barrier, as if they were crazy, trying to break through the barrier. However, the moment they rushed up, they were suddenly pulled by the huge iron chain and fell back to the bottom of the pit howling.
Ji Lingche spread out his palms, and in an instant, the huge black sword felt the soul of its master and trembled with excitement. The sword spirit could be heard crying, and years of dust on the sword fell off. The whole sword was almost like a stream of light, dazzlingly black.
Ji Lingche looked at the sword tenderly, her eyes moving as if she was looking at an old friend. She raised her hand and gently stroked the sword, saying softly, "I'm back."
"I'll take you away after I kill them all."
"Draw your sword." A sentence echoed in her mind, shocking her to the point of losing consciousness.
Ji Lingche staggered and almost fell. His hand, which was on the sword, slid towards the hilt as if possessed by a demon. When he came to his senses, he had already grasped the hilt with both hands.
She curled her lips and sneered, "Don't forget who has the final say here."
The long sword that she was holding by the hilt suddenly burst out with white light, and the powerful spiritual power rushed down along the sword body, piercing through the demon lord who was nailed to the bottom of the sword!
The oppression in Ji Lingche's sea of consciousness suddenly disappeared, as if the spiritual power that had just erupted had completely killed the demon lord.
Ji Lingche still held the hilt of the sword with both hands, and spiritual power continued to flow downwards.
The spiritual power flowing from her palm, passing through the long sword and reaching the demon master, had multiplied a hundredfold. She felt as if her spiritual veins were about to break, but she refused to let go. Blood flowed from the corner of her mouth, and she only curled her lips coldly and said, "Who the hell are you? How dare you threaten me?"
She laughed: "Didn't you ask me to draw my sword? Are you satisfied now? Why don't you scream?!"
There was dead silence, and Ji Lingche could only hear her own heavy breathing. She felt an evil pressure rising from the bottom of the sword, suddenly hitting her, trying to push her away, and then use the inch force to bring out the entire sword.
Ji Lingche's knuckles were cracked and blood flowed through his fingers.
The moment the blood touched the blade, the sword smelled the blood of its former master, and the sword spirit cried out in agony. That cry seemed like a heart-wrenching howl, mixed with years of grief. The next moment, snow fell all over the sky—
Black snow, like pieces of crow feathers, swirled and fell...
The black snow was extremely beautiful, yet mixed with an infinite murderous intent. The moment it fell, it was so exquisite that it was frightening, terrifying, and intoxicating, as if it were a bloody dream.
This is the sword intent bursting out from the Crow Feather Sword.
Crow feathers fell along the sword like heavy snow, passing through the barrier, falling straight into the abyss.
Ji Lingche just said: "Go to hell."
Those crow-feather-like sword intentions instantly turned into sword winds, sweeping across, almost covering the entire abyss in violent sword intentions. Wailing and screaming came one after another, and Ji Lingche only felt the evil pressure on his hand suddenly disappear.
She held the sword with both hands, her spiritual veins trembling. Because she used too much force, her hands kept shaking, and she actually pushed the sword down another half inch, piercing it deeper into the Demon Lord's heart.
Ji Lingche's tone was cold and murderous, and he almost gritted his teeth as he said, "Remove the Nightmare Domain."
A light laugh echoed through her sea of consciousness, but it was far less painful than the near-death pain that had shaken her soul before. It was obvious that the beast had been seriously injured.
Ranlou said: "Master, are you tickling me?"
Ji Lingche laughed bitterly: "You're still pretty stubborn."
Ran Lou laughed again, shaking her sea of consciousness with numbness and itchiness, more uncomfortable than pain. He said, "If you want to go to the Nightmare Realm, I will help you."
Ji Lingche said, "You have completely turned into an animal, so degraded that you can't even understand human language?"
"When I told you to unlock the Nightmare Domain and release Qu Wuji, did that mean I'm going there?"
Ranlou just said: "If you waste time here, you can't kill me."
"But I can kill your lover."
She gripped the sword tightly, her hands trembling constantly, and she felt the evil pressure that had just been suppressed by the sword rising up again.
Her spiritual power was almost exhausted, and she knew she had to escape immediately. She was no match for Ran Lou now, and she had only suppressed him for a moment with the help of the Crow Feather Sword just now. She must not continue like this.
Ji Lingche said: "If Qu Wuji dies, I will cut off your rotten flesh piece by piece, throw one piece on the street to feed the stray dogs, and throw one piece on the West Mountain to feed the vultures..."
The Demon Lord laughed gravely and said, "You have no chance."
Blood dripped down her hand, and Ji Lingche slowly frowned.
Ran Lou said, "Let go of the sword, and I will send you to the Nightmare Realm immediately."
"You can't escape, Imperial Master. You'll have to let go sooner or later."
He chuckled horribly, "Rather than shattering your sea of consciousness and killing you again, I'd rather see you go mad in the Nightmare Domain."
Ji Lingche closed her eyes and let out a long breath. The sword was covered in blood and began to become slippery. She felt that she was losing control of the sword. Her hand slowly slid down along the sword. She could no longer stand and was half-kneeling on the barrier.
At this moment, she heard a click and suddenly opened her eyes. She saw that the barrier supporting her had cracks and was breaking apart layer by layer like a spider web.
Ji Lingche watched expressionlessly. She knew that once this barrier was broken, she would fall into the abyss, her body shattered and her soul destroyed.
She weighed the pros and cons, and for a moment she didn't know whether to go to the Nightmare Realm or the Abyss, which would give her a greater chance of survival.
However, there was a thought in her mind that almost devoured her sanity——
She wanted to be with that person.
Even if it means death...
No, Ji Lingche actually laughed. How could they die?
Not only can she not die, she also wants to pull him out.
What inner demon, what nightmare realm.
All appearances are false.
There is no obstacle in the world that cannot be overcome.
Ji Lingche made up her mind and loosened her grip on the sword. The moment her hand left the sword, a huge evil pressure rushed back. Her sea of consciousness hummed, and her vision suddenly went black, as if she was being pulled forward suddenly -
A huge voice resounded from the sea of consciousness: "National Master, I wish you good luck."
Ji Lingche only felt that she was falling suddenly, and the strong air pressure almost penetrated her eardrums. Then she suddenly hit the ground and fell heavily somewhere, as if all her internal organs were displaced.
She groaned and rolled over to slow the impact. She didn't know how far she rolled before she finally came to a stop.
She lay on the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood, gasping for breath as if her lungs were about to explode.
She finally opened her eyes, only to see darkness all around, but she could vaguely see things.
Her eyes suddenly moved, and she rolled to the side suddenly -
A wisp of black smoke whistled past, almost piercing through her head. Before she could catch her breath, she saw the black smoke turn back and rush towards her face again!
Ji Lingche endured the severe pain, turned over and stood up, pointing at the black smoke, and at the same time a sharp leaf came out along her fingertips.
There was a buzzing sound, and the black smoke was deflected, but it did not disappear at all!
Ji Lingche took advantage of this opportunity, turned around and left. Suddenly, she seemed to see light in front of her.
I saw a man lying on the ground, his white clothes stained with blood, and it was unknown whether he was dead or alive.
Ji Lingche's heart seemed to stop for a moment, as if he couldn't believe it, and then he ran over without hesitation.
She half-knelt beside the man, carefully holding up his head, her hands trembling uncontrollably. She only said, "Qu Wuji!"
"Qu Wuji, what's wrong with you?"
She held him in her arms and was about to sniff his breath, but she suddenly stopped and lowered her head in disbelief.
I saw that my abdomen was covered in blood and my clothes were soaked with blood in an instant.
A dagger was suddenly inserted into her dantian.
She didn't feel any pain at this moment, but just stared blankly at the person holding the dagger.
——The man was lying in her arms at this moment.
He opened his cold eyes, and the corners of his mouth moved slightly, revealing a faint smile.
In an instant, a wave of pain came over her, almost swallowing her up.
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