Chapter 63 Kill Tuanwu and I will head towards Kunlun
She didn't know how long it had been, but she just felt her throat was dry and hoarse and she could no longer speak. The sun made her feel uncomfortable all over and she couldn't open her eyes.
Qu Wu Ji's spiritual veins were broken, but fortunately his soul was still there. She used up all her spiritual power to seal his soul.
She lowered her eyes and looked at his face, thinking to herself, I haven't killed you yet, how dare you die.
Even if I have to climb the 90,000 steps of Kunlun Mountain and pray to the gods, I will bring you back to life.
When you come back to life, I will settle accounts with you.
How dare you...
When she thought of this, her heart ached again, so she stopped thinking about it, cut off these painful thoughts, slowly calmed down her emotions, and gradually suppressed her emotions, just like swallowing broken teeth, almost retching.
She mobilized her spiritual power and repaired her spiritual veins inch by inch. Soon the pain in her dantian gradually eased.
She thought that she should at least take him away from here. She held up his head and tried to hug him again, but the pain on her body made her sweat.
In the bright sunshine, his face looked even paler, and his long eyelashes cast shadows on his face. The previous sharpness was gone, and instead it was soft, looking very pitiful. She raised her hand to cover his eyebrows and eyes, blocking the glaring sunlight for him, as if she was afraid that his eyes would hurt.
She had made up her mind to take him to Kunlun.
In the Kunlun Frigid Region, above the 90,000th level of the Heavenly Stairs, there is a Celestial Palace. Within it resides a Celestial Immortal who can bring the dead back to life...
She's going now.
Ji Lingche held him and began to draw teleportation talismans on the ground, with blood flowing from his fingers.
This huge formation consumed a lot of spiritual energy. She had to stop and slow down after each stroke. As if she was certain that there really was a celestial being in Kunlun, she drew on the ground like crazy, wanting to see the heavenly steps to pray to the gods immediately.
When the formation was about to be completed, she heard a sound. She turned her head suddenly and saw people flying on swords coming from a distance, almost hundreds of people.
At first glance, it looked like a large golden cloud, blocking out the sunlight, and was almost indistinguishable from a swarm of locusts.
She looked up and was stunned for a moment.
It turns out that the reinforcements from the Immortal Alliance have finally arrived.
Those people quickly flew down on their swords, but saw blood all over the ground. As soon as they stood firm, they hurried over, shouting, "Master!"
"What's wrong with you, my Lord?"
They swarmed over, their anxious expressions truly revealing their true feelings. They probably hadn't expected that Qu Wu Ji could be injured so badly, almost to the point of being on the verge of death.
Ji Lingche saw that these people were dressed neatly and there were no signs of fighting. He knew that they must have hidden themselves when they saw the incident and dared to come out only after the chaos was settled. But they were afraid of being held accountable for deserting the battlefield, so they came here in groups to show off.
Ji Lingche found it extremely ridiculous and sneered, "You came at the perfect time."
Those people rushed to take Qu Wuji from her hands, and shouted again and again: "Where is the Medical Immortal? Go find the Medical Immortal——"
Ji Lingche sneered in his heart and was about to say that there was no such thing as a bullshit medical immortal, but when he glanced around, he saw Yin Su in the crowd.
The man was looking at her with his arms folded, his face had an unclear expression, his chin slightly raised, and he seemed to have a faint smile.
She knew the Immortal Alliance too well and knew that the seriously injured Qu Wuji must not fall into their hands. She just hugged him tightly like a madman, listening to those people chattering in her ears, feeling more and more annoyed. For a moment, she even had the urge to kill all these people.
She closed her eyes, let out a long breath, and suppressed the endless murderous intent that was rising in her heart.
At this moment, someone inconsiderately tugged at her arm, muttering, "You little disciple really don't understand the rules. You've left us elders hanging here. Your master has truly spoiled us!"
"Let go of me—"
Ji Lingche suddenly slapped him on the chest with his palm. With a buzzing sound, the man's heart meridian was broken, he vomited blood, and fell backwards suddenly. Everyone did not expect that this little fool would be so cruel. They were shocked and actually stepped back.
Although these people were shocked, they thought that she was originally a fool, and now she was stimulated and seriously injured, so it was inevitable that she would be mentally disturbed. Such abnormal behavior was understandable. At worst, they could just knock this fool unconscious and take her away from her.
But when she glanced at them with her cold eyes, everyone couldn't help but shudder. Seeing how crazy she was, no one dared to approach her for a while.
The murderous intent in her eyes was not concealed at all. Her gaze swept lightly and sinisterly over everyone who was not present, almost as if she was counting heads, as if she was waiting for a chance to settle accounts with them one by one, and no one could escape.
The blood on her head flowed down her forehead and into her eyes. She looked ghostly, as if she had crawled back from hell. Her voice was hoarse and she said in a deep voice, "Get out."
Those people were stunned to see her struggling to stand up, enduring the severe pain in her dantian, putting Qu Wuji's arm on her shoulders, slowly lifting him up, then staggering a few steps and dragging him forward a few steps.
At this time, someone pointed at him and shouted angrily: "Traitor!"
"Where are you taking your master?! You really want him to die, right?"
The man hadn't finished speaking when he suddenly stopped. The little fool suddenly raised his finger at him and said, "Go to hell."
A white light flashed at her fingertips, and the man who had just spoken had his eyes wide open, and his soul suddenly died. He fell straight backwards and landed on the ground with a thud.
Someone recognized this technique and said in horror, "This is evil magic..."
"It's witchcraft! It's a trick..."
The crowd was stunned for a moment, then exploded as if boiling, and retreated one after another. In an instant, the sound of weapons being unsheathed was heard. Ji Lingche's eyes were burning with sweat and blood. The sun was hanging overhead, making it difficult for her to open her eyes.
But the way out was so long that there was almost no end in sight. The crowd of people in luxurious clothes, like a golden cloud, stood in front of her, blocking the way completely.
She suddenly felt very tired, as if all the blood in her body was almost drained.
Surrounded by enemies on all sides, she no longer had the strength to kill all the thousands of elite members of the Immortal Alliance, nor did she have the time to renew the teleportation talisman under her feet. Even so, she still wanted to take him away.
She stared at those people coldly, dragged Qu Wu Ji forward a step, and the people from the Immortal Alliance took a step back.
But it was in vain. Those people did not disperse and did not seem to be in a hurry. It was as if they knew that she had reached the end of her rope and could not hold on for much longer. They were like a group of vultures waiting for their seriously injured prey to fall.
At this moment, a man suddenly stood up. He was probably an important member of the Immortal Alliance. His words seemed to carry a lot of weight. He simply said, "Put Qu Shouzun down and you can leave. The Immortal Alliance doesn't care who you are and will never ask any questions or make things difficult for you."
Ji Lingche curled his lips coldly and said word by word: "What if I don't?"
Everyone was stunned for a moment. Although they hated her to the core, they were also very afraid of her and didn't dare to come near her.
She was about to say something else when she suddenly felt something strange under her feet. She slowly lowered her eyes and saw that the half-drawn teleportation talisman under her feet was quietly continuing to work. She thought to herself, someone is actually helping her?
She just felt that this magic was extremely familiar, as if... She raised her eyes and scanned the crowd again, trying to find out who was the master of the magic who continued the formation for her.
But before they could find them, the formation was restored. A dazzling white light flashed, enveloping the two of them, and the people standing in the formation disappeared instantly.
The crowd cried out in surprise and just as they were about to intercept the formation, they were forced to retreat again and again by the flames that shot up into the sky before they could rush forward. They saw that the formation was burned up immediately after it took effect, leaving no trace at all!
Sparks flew from the formation, and the evil fire would burn people even if it touched the corners of their clothes. No matter how hard they tried, they couldn't put it out. The sparks were blown away for several miles by the wind, scattering all over the sky and hitting people, suddenly burning the entire camp.
Listening to these people's wailing, Yin Su lowered his eyes and smiled faintly.
She hooked her finger, making the fire burn a little more vigorously.
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Kunlun.
Everything was pale, and heavy snow was swirling down, almost reaching above the calves.
Ji Lingche lost his balance and fell to the ground, and both of them fell into the snow.
The cold snow poured into her clothes, freezing her so much that she almost lost consciousness.
She struggled to sit up from the snow, crawled towards Qu Wu Ji, and pulled him out of the snow.
Seeing his face was livid, she reached out and rubbed his cheek to warm him up, saying, "You said the two of us have ended up like this..."
She rubbed it for a long time, exhaled a few times, and finally saw that his lips had some color again.
She looked up and saw only white snow all around her, but she could not see where the heavenly stairs leading to the fairy palace were.
Snow and sand mixed with the wind blew, stinging her face painfully. She held Qu Wuji in her arms, as if to reassure herself, and murmured softly, "Shang Zheng, you know, the immortals of Kunlun do exist. My mother saw them with her own eyes, and we will definitely find them too."
She slowly stood up and dragged him along, stumbling step by step, in the snow. She said, "That immortal is strange, but he is a kind and charitable person—"
Before she could finish her words, she tripped and fell in the snow. She stood up again and continued, "Although the immortal is picky and has a bad temper, he will definitely save you."
As she walked, she said, "My mother did the same thing when she wanted to save her junior fellow apprentice. She dragged him along, step by step, until she finally found the ladder to heaven. It had 90,000 steps, and my mother kowtowed to them one by one..."
"Qu Wuji, you know, you can be saved. My mother and father will never lie to me."
She had never seen the immortals on Kunlun Mountain.
She had only heard her mother mention it, but others said her mother was just talking nonsense. However, Ji Lingche firmly believed that there must be an immortal who could bring the dead back to life in the Kunlun Snow Region.
I also firmly believe that I can find it.
She didn't know how long she had been walking or how many times she had fallen, but she was still circling in this endless snowy area.
She slowly collapsed and sat on the ground. Her spiritual power was exhausted and she began to feel cold. The cold wind penetrated her inch by inch, like needles pricking her.
She pointed her finger at Qu Wuji's brow and transferred all her remaining spiritual power to him. She watched as a trace of blood appeared on his pale face, but she suddenly started coughing and spat a mouthful of blood into the snow.
She stared blankly at the warm, bright red blood gradually seeping into the white snow.
She hugged Qu Wuji, feeling extremely sleepy. The stinging pain from the cold gradually turned into numbness, and her senses gradually faded. Soon, a thin layer of frost formed on her face...
At this moment, a gust of wind blew over, and she seemed to smell a faint and undetectable fragrance——
Winter-avoiding flowers...
She suddenly opened her eyes—
It is a winter-avoiding flower!
The growing conditions of this flower are extremely harsh, and it must bloom in a place with the most abundant spiritual energy.
Ji Lingche thought that if there really was a heavenly staircase, it would be surrounded by winter-proof flowers.
She thought to herself, finding a way out of a desperate situation in the heavy snow, it really shows that there is always a way out!
No one knew where she got the strength from, but she stood up again, dragging Qu Wu Ji and stumbling towards the flower fragrance.
As she walked, she thought, even if there was no Kunlun Immortal in the world and she and he were destined to freeze to death here, she would have no regrets if she could be buried together in the sea of flowers.
She didn't know how long she walked, but the fragrance of the flowers became stronger and stronger, and it was even stronger in the cold wind, but she walked around for a long time but didn't see any flowers.
Ji Lingche thought about it, stretched out her hand tentatively, and was surprised to find that she actually touched a barrier. In an instant, a huge light net lit up under her hand.
But the barrier seemed defenseless against her. The moment she touched it, it began to dissolve. Slowly, the contents of the barrier appeared before her eyes.
Ji Lingche couldn't help but be stunned.
There were countless ice flowers, stretching as far as the eye could see, so many that they almost formed an ice field.
In the middle of this sea of flowers that shelters from the cold, there is a huge coffin.
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Author's words: No prize guessing game: What's inside the coffin?
Goose, goose, goose, in fact, the answer is already obvious.
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