Chapter 82: Twelve Scholars, I am truly flattered
Ji Lingche lowered his eyes and looked at the monks who fell.
Those people were quite good at judging the situation. Although the monsters were difficult to deal with, fortunately there were not many of them. It was better to fight than to be a deserter and make a fool of themselves.
Qu Wuji pinched Fu Yannian's neck, tightening it inch by inch, blocking his spiritual meridians. However, this did suppress his inner demons, and the black energy in his eyes receded slightly, and he regained consciousness briefly.
Qu Wuji stared at him coldly and said only, "Don't make the same mistake again."
"Close the entrance to the Abyss of Ember. This is your last chance."
Fu Yannian stared at the person opposite him with a stern expression. The dark, rugged scars on his face made him look even more like a dead person.
He grinned, his voice hoarse, and said only: "It's too late."
The crack in the ground was getting bigger and bigger, spreading like a plague. Some monks were sucked in before they could react. Endless demons came out of the crack, screaming. Seeing this, the monks had no choice but to fly up on their swords to avoid them, and slashed with swords while hanging in the air.
Although there were many experts and Nascent Souls among these people, the gap spread too quickly and demons came out one after another. It was much more difficult than imagined and it was difficult to deal with it for a while.
Ji Lingche held the Shatuan Sword and looked at the ground indifferently.
If she swung her sword, she could kill all the demons and seal the hole in an instant.
The wind blew through her ears, making her clothes rustle. She thought to herself:
What does it have to do with me whether these people live or die?
In a daze for a moment, the scene in the Demon-Suppressing Tower appeared in her mind again.
Qu Wu Ji self-destructed the sword spirit to seal the abyss, but these people arrived late, unharmed, and pretended to be vigilant.
She frantically embraced Qu Wuji, whose spiritual veins were completely severed, and watched his body gradually turn cold...
Suddenly, a feeling of powerlessness came over me, and my heart was broken.
Her expression changed from cold to contemptuous, and she curled the corners of her mouth indifferently.
She slowly raised the sword, held it with both hands, and held it across her chest, with the murderous intent of the sword surging!
Her eyes were sharp and she was filled with murderous intent. She wanted to kill these people and the demons together.
Cut the grass and root it out, and there will be peace from now on——
But the violent sword intent slowly subsided, and she finally put down the sword slowly, suppressing the unwarranted killing bit by bit.
She just thought in her heart, that's it.
It is human nature to seek benefits and avoid harm.
This is human nature, so why get angry about it?
The strong wind made her hair flutter. She sighed lightly, waved her hand, and put away the Killing Sword. She just watched silently as the monks and demons fought each other.
After watching for a while, she stopped paying attention to the people below and turned to look at Qu Wu Ji.
Fu Yannian's face had turned dark purple, his cervical vertebrae were being pinched so hard that they were cracking, and his neck seemed to be about to be broken.
Qu Wuji's voice was extremely cold, and his pronunciation was extremely light: "Turn off the abyss, and I won't kill you."
Fu Yannian was breathing heavily, his chest heaving, but a smile seemed to appear on his face.
Ji Lingche stared at his expression, sneered, and said to Qu Wuji: "If you do this, he will be excited."
"In my opinion, we should just destroy his spiritual veins, cripple him, and throw him down there, so those people can see what happens to him—"
Before she finished speaking, Fu Yannian suddenly raised his hand and fiercely grabbed Qu Wuji's hand that was pinching his cervical vertebrae, and the black miasma around his body burst out again.
Suddenly, he heard a cry of surprise. Ji Lingche looked down and saw that the entrance to the abyss on the ground had further expanded. The evil pressure increased sharply, and it began to boil and gurgle, rising and falling continuously, as if some huge monster was about to crawl out.
Qu Wuji paused for a moment and said, "Alan!"
Ji Lingche understood what he meant. Although she wanted to kill all these people, her hands were faster than her heart. She threw the sword in her hand out without hesitation!
With a clang, the magic sword pierced the center of the mud.
Ji Lingche spread out his palms, and in an instant a white light burst out, so white that it was blinding, covering the entire opening of the abyss.
She frowned and clenched her palms suddenly. The white light exploded and the murderous intent turned into a physical entity and spread out in an instant!
Wherever the killing sword passed, no grass grew, and all the demons crawling on the ground were instantly turned into bloody foam.
This sword was brutal and fierce, carrying with it a bloody murderous aura that made it hard to breathe.
Although those monks flew high up on their swords to avoid the attack, they were still affected by the sword's power. The swords under their feet kept shaking and seemed to be about to break. Some of them could not hold on and fell directly from the sky, their swords destroyed and they died.
The wind was rustling, Ji Lingche stood upright with his hands behind his back, his ink-black robe blown up by the wind, and his half-tied long hair fluttered in the wind, obscuring his expression.
She lowered her eyes, looked at the people under her feet indifferently, and raised the corners of her mouth, as if she didn't take anyone seriously.
The Immortal Alliance members looked at the murderous sword on the ground in disbelief.
This sword is truly known to everyone. Even if you haven't seen it, you must have heard of it.
But how did this sword appear here...
One by one, they raised their heads in shock.
I saw a man in black clothes with his hands behind his back, hanging high in the air.
Although I couldn't see the man's face clearly, my pupils suddenly shrank, I shuddered, my legs trembled, and I almost couldn't stand.
Someone... is really back.
At this moment, time seemed to stand still. Those people looked up and stared blankly, almost without blinking, and without making a sound.
I don’t know how long it took, but I saw the man’s robe sleeves rustle, and the white light on the ground slowly dimmed, and the bloody sword intent faded away layer by layer.
A terrifying and heavy spiritual pressure descended from above, making one's heart and liver tremble. Only a light laugh echoed through the sea of consciousness: "Such a grand ceremony to welcome me, I am truly flattered."
Ji Lingche raised her hand and pushed aside the messy hair that was covering her face, allowing everyone to see her face clearly. She laughed wickedly: "I heard that someone has a grudge against me. Who is it? Don't hold back, come and kill me for revenge."
"Opportunity is fleeting, once lost, it will never come back again—"
"Everyone."
The monks were silent and stood there in a daze.
When Ji Lingche threw down the magic sword to forcibly seal the entrance, Fu Yannian suffered a backlash, vomited blood, and his spiritual veins were instantly broken, and most of his cultivation was directly wasted.
Fu Yannian cared most about his cultivation and success, but now he has become a cripple. When he wakes up, I'm afraid his inner demons will be even more difficult to suppress...
Qu Wu Ji grabbed him to prevent him from falling to his death, and instantly appeared next to Ji Lingche. The two stood side by side, wearing plain clothes and black skirts. The wind was blowing fiercely, and looking up at them was really dizzying.
When the people from the Immortal Alliance saw this, they were completely disappointed.
what to do……
This great evil cultivator has indeed reconciled with the Lord Chief.
The situation was temporarily deadlocked. These people wanted to say something, but no one wanted to be the first to speak out.
Everyone was silent for a long time, with only the sound of clothes blowing in the wind. They looked at the person who came back to life, slowly came to their senses from the horror, and quickly calculated in their minds, regretting getting involved in this mess, and wondering how this matter would end.
Seeing that no one dared to answer, Ji Lingche smiled and said, "No one has a grudge against me?"
No one answered.
Ji Lingche only said: "Very good."
She stretched out her voice lazily and said with a smile, "Very good."
"So, you all really are here to welcome me."
Everyone felt the chill penetrate their bones and their bodies were soaked with sweat.
I just witnessed that sword that could destroy the world. Even if I had any dark thoughts before, they were all destroyed by that sword.
The monks only knew that this person was capricious and full of strange and weird things. They couldn't figure out her depth. Although they wanted to give up, they didn't dare to say anything.
Ji Lingche saw their expressions, chuckled, and raised the corners of his mouth.
Qu Wuji held her wrist and squeezed it gently.
He stood in front of her, breaking the stalemate, and said coldly in everyone's mind: "If you have anything to say, go down and talk."
Hearing Qu Wu Ji's words, those people secretly breathed a sigh of relief and looked up at Ji Lingche's expression.
Ji Lingche turned into a wisp of green smoke and instantly appeared on the parade ground next to the golden pagoda. He stood on the high platform and overlooked the entire parade ground.
Qu Wuji followed closely behind, took her hand, and said softly: "Alan..."
She turned to look at him and smiled softly at him, "It's okay."
Seeing this, the people from the Immortal Alliance also came over on their swords, forming a small circle in groups of three or four, standing on the training ground, whispering to each other.
Ji Lingche rested his arm on the railing, put a finger in front of his lips, and made a soft "hush" sound.
The monks' discussions suddenly died down, and they looked up—
She was seen leaning lazily on the railing, raising the corners of her mouth, and slowly lowering the finger that was on her lips.
The man came back to life, but his appearance remained unchanged. He was clearly handsome and bright-looking, but too evil, and his whole body seemed to be shrouded in a layer of cold ghostly aura.
But she always had a smile on her face, and her eyes curved when she smiled. When she smiled, the coldness disappeared, and she seemed bright and charming, but her eyes were still sharp and intimidating, and when they fell on people, it seemed as if they could silently scrape off flesh.
Ji Lingche lowered his eyes and said slowly, "Everyone, I am not someone who holds grudges."
Bullshit. Several people cursed in their hearts.
She was calm and composed: "I think there's no reason for us to fight to the death."
"I'll spare your lives, okay?"
...Is this something a human being could say? The heroes all secretly criticized it, but no one dared to object.
She narrowed her eyes. Although she was still laughing, her tone was obviously a little lighter, but it added an intimidating feeling for no reason: "Speak?"
Finally, several people spoke up, "It is naturally very good that the Divine Lord has forgiven the past."
“…”
Ji Lingche looked at his long, bony fingers, admiring them in the sunlight, and said nonchalantly, "Aren't you all curious about how I died before?"
"You all said I capsized in a ditch, that my many evil deeds led to my own destruction, and that my death was extremely tragic. Then I will tell you now why I died, okay?"
No one answered, so she continued, "I died in the Abyss of Emberless, where my golden elixir spontaneously combusted."
"Now, do you understand?"
After she said this, there was silence for a long time, and then there was a sudden uproar. All the monks below began to discuss, and after a long time, the noise gradually died down.
At this time, a man walked up slowly. He looked very powerful and said with a sneer, "Your Majesty, you are really good at playing tricks. Are you saying that you died in the Abyss of Ember? You—"
Ji Lingche looked at the man. Although she felt that he looked familiar, she didn't remember who he was. She made a "hush" sound and interrupted him.
The man was stunned for a moment when he saw this, and his gaze shifted to Qu Wu Ji, but he saw that the Lord Chief was looking at him with a cold gaze. He immediately stopped and said nothing more.
Ji Lingche looked at the man and curled up the corners of his mouth.
After all, she was strong enough to make everyone bow down to her.
No self-certification is required.
Even if she was lying, those people had no choice but to believe her.
She laughed and said, "Ah, I'm not one who likes to explain."
"If you don't believe it, don't say it out loud. It's good for you, me, and him."
The whole place was dead silent.
She said lazily, "The reason I say this is just to tell you that I, Ji Lingche, am not an unforgivable evildoer."
"I am determined to seal the Abyss of Eternal Abyss, even if I die, I will never regret it."
"If I were to live again, I would still do this."
"I'm standing here this time just hoping that you can put aside your personal emotions and help me do this. After all, sealing the demon will benefit both you, me, and him."
"Even if you could escape, how long could you escape?"
"If I die, how long can you live?"
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