Chapter 74: When faced with fear, she will always choose to swing her sword
Linghu Jin's expression suddenly changed: "It can't be wrong..."
Ji Lingche's wrist was tightly grasped by her. She turned around in surprise, only to see Linghu Jin suddenly speechless, his face as pale as gold paper, his vitality fading at a speed visible to the naked eye.
At this moment, Yin Pei stood up again, staggering, with a fierce look in his eyes. His expression was exactly the same as that in Tiejian Town. He seemed to be controlled by someone and suddenly pounced forward!
Qu Wu Ji waved his sleeves, and a strong wind took him out. With a loud bang, he fell back into the mansion.
Ji Lingche stared at Linghu Jin intently, feeling that her spiritual power was drying up little by little, as if it would wither away in an instant.
She moved as fast as lightning and pressed the major acupuncture points on her body, but it was still no use. She continued to lose weight rapidly, as if her essence and blood were being quickly drained away.
Ji Lingche was horrified, but he had a vague guess about something. He simply grabbed her wrist and continuously poured spiritual power into her, but it felt like it was being poured into a bottomless pit. It didn't flow through Linghu Jin's body, but was directly transferred away.
Seeing this, she stopped and said, "Linghu Jin, your good disciple is sucking your power away. Cut off the spiritual connection!"
But Linghu Jin could no longer hear any sound, only a buzzing in his ears.
Ji Lingche had no choice but to grab her wrist again and pull it outwards, trying to pull back her cultivation that had been sucked away, but he suddenly stopped and couldn't pull it away. It seemed like something over there was struggling with him.
Ji Lingche raised his eyebrows: "Hey?"
What kind of thing could actually have such a long conversation with her?!
She thought to herself that a young disciple who had never entered the immortal sect would definitely not have such ability, nor would he be so cruel. There must be someone else behind this.
Ji Lingche frowned, grabbed Linghu Jin's wrist, and yanked it towards him again, like a string stretched to its limit—
At a certain moment, the string finally broke, the side confronting her was defeated, and the surging spiritual power quickly flowed back.
Linghu Jin groaned and fell back softly. Her disguise collapsed and her original female appearance gradually emerged. Ji Lingche grabbed her wrist and quickly repaired her damaged spiritual veins.
Ji Lingche mobilized his spiritual sense to sense Tan Xuening who had just escaped, but he could not sense her——
According to her spiritual sense, unless Tan Xue Ning could evaporate in the clouds in an instant, otherwise it would be like seeing a ghost.
It's strange, very strange.
Even if Tan Xuening wanted to take revenge on the Yunzhong Yin Clan, there was no need to kill Linghu Jin...
Such a cruel trick was obviously done by someone who is extremely proficient in magic, so this matter could never have been planned by this little girl.
Ji Lingche turned to look at Qu Wuji, only to see that he was already holding a long lightsaber in his hand, staring quietly at the Yin Mansion.
She was slightly stunned and asked, "What are you looking at?"
Qu Wuji's eyes flickered slightly, and he said, "There's something in the mansion."
Standing outside the mansion and looking inside, the courtyard was deep and dark, without any light at all.
Ji Lingche chuckled and said, "Go and kill him."
Before she could finish her words, Qu Wuji swung his sword, smashing the courtyard wall into pieces, causing it to collapse with a loud bang!
The sword wind was so violent that several people were affected. Ji Lingche's clothes moved slightly, but Linghu Jin had just regained consciousness and was feeling hot and cold. She opened her eyes and saw the wall of the magnificent mansion collapse. The violent sword wind came towards her and swept her to the ground. She rolled on the ground for several times and felt dizzy and wanted to vomit.
Linghu Jin: ...Help, I want to go home, does anyone understand?
She tried to circulate her spiritual power, but suddenly found that the spiritual power was flowing freely. She realized that her spiritual communication had been cut off long ago and all her cultivation had been taken back.
She struggled to stand up, breathing heavily, looking around, observing which direction she should escape to.
When his eyes swept across the Yin Mansion in front of him, he was suddenly stunned, his pupils suddenly shrank, and he suddenly felt unable to stand.
The high walls collapsed, and the things hidden in the mansion were completely exposed before our eyes, making everyone's eyes turn blood red.
Before my eyes was a vast array of blood-painted formations, which made me feel strangely nauseous...
The bright red blood flowed, outlining a sinister and terrifying formation, which spread into the house bit by bit, covering the entire Yin residence.
Ji Lingche and Qu Wuji stood side by side, their clothes fluttering in the cold wind that came from nowhere. She frowned and asked, "Where's Yin Pei?"
That guy was just pushed into this mansion by Qu Wu Ji, but he disappeared out of thin air.
Qu Wuji said: "...Maybe he was sucked into the formation."
Ji Lingche stared at the formation in the courtyard that looked like a ghostly scribble, but he had never seen it before and could not tell its depth.
Ji Lingche: "To protect the house?"
Qu Wuji said softly: "No."
"The formation is newly drawn."
Most of the formations protecting a house are for defending against external enemies, but this formation is obviously not for defending against anything, it seems to be... for trapping something.
The two did not act rashly, but just stood not too far away, waiting for the formation to change.
She seemed to understand something and said meaningfully, "From my perspective, this formation seems to have been drawn specifically to torture the head of the Yin family."
Qu Wuji smiled faintly: "I heard a long time ago that the conflict between the Yin brothers and sisters is very serious, and it has even reached the point of fighting."
Ji Lingche smiled and said, "You actually thought the same thing as me."
Yin Pei’s madness must be related to Yin Su.
Yin Su was born to the old patriarch and a family slave. Aristocratic families place the most importance on bloodline. Because of her birth, she was ostracized and bullied in her early years. The one who did the most extreme thing was her half-brother.
Ji Lingche thought of the long scar on her face that appeared out of nowhere, and knew that she must have suffered a lot in her early years.
According to Yin Su's character, he would definitely seek revenge for all the humiliations he had suffered.
She is very scheming and knows how to hide her shortcomings, and she thrives in the Immortal Alliance.
In the imperial mausoleum, looking at her performance, it seemed that she had already surrendered to the demon, but Ji Lingche vaguely felt that this person seemed to be hiding something, and it might not be as simple as surrendering to the demon.
At this moment, suddenly there was a rustling sound of footsteps in the yard. The sound was so loud, so numerous, and so strange that it made people's scalps numb instantly.
Linghu Jin just felt dizzy and didn't want to stay here any longer. He took a few steps back and a spell disappeared immediately.
Ji Lingche frowned and held his breath slightly. The lightsaber in Qu Wuji's hand became brighter, almost transparent.
When those things rushing in from the backyard were reflected in Ji Lingche's pupils, she suddenly had a splitting headache and couldn't help but take a step back——
She saw hundreds of monks wearing the clothing of the Yunzhong Yin clan.
But those monks all wore iron masks.
The masks obscured their expressions, emitting a cold glow. They stood there motionless, like mannequins.
Ji Lingche couldn't help but feel dazed. At this moment, she seemed to feel the pain of the white light piercing her head again, and a sense of horror ran up her spine.
Qu Wuji held her wrist with his cool hand and asked gently, "Are you okay?"
The cold touch brought her back to her senses instantly. She stared at the group of iron-faced monks with hatred and said in a strong voice, "Nothing."
I saw those monks just standing at the gate of the mansion without moving.
Qu Wuji said: "They have restrictions on them and cannot get out."
Ji Lingche calmed his mind and said, "Are these things human or..."
Before she finished speaking, she raised her hand and a stream of spiritual power slammed into a cultivator's iron tool. There was only a slight click.
Her original intention was to break the masks and see their true appearance.
But the monk's neck seemed to be broken, and he suddenly leaned back at a strange angle. The mask was cracked, but his original appearance was not revealed. It was as if his head was smashed open.
Black water began to drip down from the cracks in the mask...
Ji Lingche suddenly had a bad feeling and murmured, "Shang Zheng..."
"It seems like there's no face under that mask."
No, that's not right. I should say——
The iron mask is their face and has grown into their face.
The spell just now didn't hit the mask, but the head.
Ji Lingche suddenly remembered that at Guangyao Peak, one of Mu Guisheng's disciples came to assassinate her, also wearing such a mask, but behind the mask was her own face.
——But why did the Yin family's disciples' faces and masks merge into one?!
...Were the face and mask of the monster standing on the tree also fused together?
Ji Lingche suddenly shuddered, and many things flashed through her mind. She closed her eyes and shook her head violently, trying to get rid of this fear of unknown origin.
Suddenly, another whistle was heard!
Ji Lingche suddenly opened his eyes, looked up, and saw a person standing on a tree not far away.
The man was covered by a black robe, and his appearance could not be seen clearly. As his clothes moved, he disappeared in an instant.
In a trance, Ji Lingche thought he saw the iron-faced monster again.
……look familiar.
Who is it?!
But Ji Lingche did not chase after him. She could not leave Qu Wu Ji here alone to face these unknown ghosts.
The moment the iron-faced monks heard the whistle, they started moving and rushed towards the two of them.
She spread out her palms, and a violent murderous intent suddenly appeared. A snow-white sword suddenly appeared in her palms.
This was the first time she summoned the Killing Turbulence Sword since she took it under her command. With a long cry from the sword spirit, the area within several miles was immediately enveloped in murderous sword intent.
Ji Lingche looked up and saw Qu Wuji had already swung his lightsaber.
Although it was only a lightsaber of temporary spiritual power, there was a faint sound of sword ringing when the sword intent was activated. The sword seemed to be wrapped in a violent wind and snowstorm, and it seemed as if a heavy snow had fallen in the area for several miles, and it suddenly swept forward towards the iron-faced monks who were rushing forward one after another!
When the sword intent faded away, there were only corpses everywhere, but no blood, only black unknown liquid flowing everywhere. Qu Wu Ji killed them all with just one sword.
Seeing this, Ji Lingche let out a breath and slowly loosened his grip on the sword.
A smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. Just as she was about to say something, she suddenly paused and her pupils suddenly shrank.
There was only one left among the ruins.
The thing stood with its hands behind its back, and actually withstood Qu Wuji's sword without moving.
There wasn't even a crack on his iron-faced face.
Although it was wearing a mask, there seemed to be a strange smile on the face of that thing, and even a hint of...divinity.
In the silence, the thing raised its finger towards the two of them.
Just like the monster in the tree that time, when it raised its finger to her forehead...
Ji Lingche's anger instantly overturned his fear.
He tightened his grip on the sword again and swung the Killing Sword fiercely!
He just said: "Go to hell!"
This sword not only cut off the thing in front of her, but also her own inner demon.
If she doesn't kill this thing with her own hands, she will be terrified forever.
Ji Lingche hates fear.
When faced with fear, she would always choose to swing the sword.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
