Chapter 85: Blood Flying Red
Ji Lingche hugged the person in his arms tighter, turned around and looked at the person behind him.
Yin Su pointed his sword and said again, "Golden Pill, give it to me."
On the training ground, the demon that had crawled out of the corpse suddenly leaped up, and there were screams and the sounds of weapons being drawn.
Looking at the cold and strange golden mask, Ji Lingche suddenly felt dizzy.
She clutched the bead tightly in her hand and said, "You're seeking death."
Yin Su's face was almost solemn. He stood with his back to the light, like a statue. Only the long sword was shining with a cold light.
Although Ji Lingche's cultivation was far superior to this person, he felt inexplicably cold all over when she pointed at him with a sword.
She stared at her without blinking, and just hugged Qu Wu Ji tighter, protecting her in her arms.
Yin Su's expression was gloomy, and he seemed to curl up the corners of his mouth.
After a long moment, she spread out her palm and said, "Give me the golden elixir."
"You don't want Qu Shouzun to have his meridians severed and die in agony."
The wind was blowing so hard that it made Yin Su's red robe rustle.
Ji Lingche half-knelt on the ground, staring at the man's blood-red sleeves moving in the wind.
Ji Lingche's tone was cold and venomous as he said, "Do you believe me? I'll rip out all your organs and feed them to the dogs."
Yin Su showed no expression when he heard this, and did not retract his outstretched hands.
It was as if he was certain that she would place the golden elixir in his palm.
Ji Lingche sneered, and the hand holding the golden elixir tightened inch by inch.
She just said, "Even if I crush it into pieces, I won't give it to you."
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On the training ground, the demon that crawled out of Qin Baichuan's dantian had killed dozens of people in a row. Blood was flowing, and corpses were lying on the ground, dazzling red under the setting sun.
Most of those who died were disciples with low cultivation levels. They didn't have time to dodge and were immediately ripped open by the demon's claws.
Although this monster is weird, it is not difficult to deal with.
There were countless high-level monks present, and the sword light flashed. In a short time, the demon's head was cut off, and black blood splattered. Then the demon's body was chopped into meat paste in the violent sword wind.
The ground was covered with black blood, pieces of flesh were flying everywhere, corpses were lying there, and the living were in chaos.
Compared to the fear brought by the dead, what terrified the monks even more was that the demon just now crawled out of a human body.
Moreover, some of the expressions of this thing are very similar to...Qin Baichuan.
It actually gave people the illusion that he had come back to life.
Panic spread like a plague, and confusion spread across the training grounds.
No one knows whether one day they will be disemboweled and become a beast like this.
Everyone wanted to flee in all directions, but they did not dare to leave without permission. They had to stay on the parade ground and stay away from the corpses lying on the ground, for fear that something would come out from them.
In the chaos, no one paid any attention to the dying willow-leaf peach.
No one noticed that the place he was lying on was quietly softening.
The ground stuck to his body and gradually opened up an entrance to the abyss.
Liuyetao closed his eyes and pretended to be dead, sinking silently, hoping to take the opportunity to escape.
Suddenly, the knife flashed violently and slashed towards him vertically!
Liuyetao suddenly opened her eyes, ignored the pain, and rolled to the side, barely avoiding the blade.
The sharp long sword touched the ground with a clang, and then slashed horizontally. The sword wind, carrying a murderous intent, sealed the entrance on the ground in an instant!
Liuye Tao's dantian was bleeding profusely, and the pain made him lose consciousness.
He forced himself to raise his head, and saw a very handsome man in black clothes, but his face was frosty at this moment, and a long sword suddenly pointed at his forehead.
Liu Yetao smiled sweetly and asked knowingly, "Master Linghu, what's going on?"
Linghu Jin didn't smile at all, and his face, which had a mixed look of both man and woman, looked like a ghost in the dim light.
This man had a pair of narrow fox eyes and stood there emaciated, like a wild and untamed fox that finally bit the neck of its long-coveted prey.
She spoke with great emphasis, her hatred thick and wet, as if ready to overflow: "Killing someone means paying with your life. It is only natural."
"Brother Liu, Brother Liu, we are brothers. How about I give you a ride and leave you with dignity?"
…
The sun gradually set and darkness rose.
The last ray of red glow of the setting sun enveloped the edge of the earth, becoming the only light in the world, but it was also slowly fading away.
Ji Lingche only felt her hands trembling, and the smell of blood surging in her throat, bringing out the murderous intent that had been suppressed in her heart for a long time.
She glanced at the chaotic scene on the training ground and thought to herself, why not just crush this golden elixir and let all these people die, whether they are demon fetuses or not, killing them all will put an end to the trouble forever -
Yin Su remained motionless facing her outstretched palm, his sleeves fluttering in the wind.
The two were speechless and remained in a stalemate for a while.
Ji Lingche restrained the surging murderous intent and suppressed the evil fire rising in his heart inch by inch.
She knew clearly what it meant to crush this golden elixir.
The golden elixir of the Mahayana period exploded, and the spiritual pressure that erupted was enough to turn everything within a radius of ten thousand miles into nothingness.
More importantly, the two golden cores have established a connection and are counterattacking each other. If they are crushed rashly, Qu Wuji...
Yin Su seemed to see through her hesitation, curled her fingers slightly and hooked them, "I'll tell you the truth."
"The reason why he is in so much pain—"
"It's because I have placed a restriction on this golden elixir."
"The two golden cores came from the same source, their spiritual veins were connected, and the restrictions were shared. The moment the old core was activated, the spell was copied to the golden core in his body."
"Just now, when you released the spiritual power of this golden elixir, you activated the restriction for me."
"So, even if you crush this bead, it will be useless. The restriction in his body will not be dispelled."
Yin Su's tone was normal, without too much emotion.
When these words fell into Ji Lingche's ears, she felt that every word turned into a sharp buzzing sound, as if it was going to drown her.
Ji Lingche's chest heaved, the bloody taste in his throat became stronger, and a feeling of nausea surged up.
She almost gnashed her teeth to pieces as she spoke word by word, "What kind of restriction is this?"
Yin Su was calm and just said, "Bone-Eroding Curse."
"This kind of curse can only be broken by me."
Yin Su lowered her eyes, her gaze fixed on Ji Lingche. Her expression finally changed a little. The cold and ruthless mask seemed to have finally opened a crack, making her look like a real person at this moment.
She just smiled softly: "So, Ji Lingche, you have something to ask of me."
Ji Lingche hugged Qu Wuji tightly, feeling that he was trembling with pain and his breath was getting weaker and weaker.
Qu Wu Ji was in a trance. His Dantian was already damaged, and was further eroded by the bone-eroding curse. He was in so much pain that he couldn't breathe. The veins on the back of his hands were bulging, but he was afraid that she would see it, so he hid his hands in his sleeves, pinched his arms tightly, and leaned weakly in her arms.
He heard Yin Su's words in a trance, and held her hand tightly, saying softly: "Don't worry about me, I..."
Before he could finish his words, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his dantian, as if a knife had suddenly stabbed into it. He was speechless for a moment and could not help but hold her hand tightly.
Ji Lingche was startled, and then saw his hands loosen weakly and slowly drop down.
She gently held his shoulders and saw a large bright red area on his dantian, as if his golden elixir had been cut open again.
"Qu Wu Ji..." she murmured.
No matter how high your cultivation level is, you cannot resist this bone-eroding curse. Once you are struck by it, you will die in pain sooner or later.
Qu Wu Ji frowned, having lost most of his consciousness.
She slowly placed Qu Wuji on the ground and brushed her fingers across his forehead, making him fall asleep to relieve the pain.
She stood up, turned around, and stood face to face with Yin Su.
Yin Su's sword was still pointed at her, and he raised his eyebrows slightly: "Have you thought about it?"
Ji Lingche stared at her and said, "Go to hell."
…
Liu Yetao looked calm. Although he was covered in blood, there was no panic or fear on his face.
He tilted his head, still smiling, and said softly, as if thinking about something, "Master Linghu has always treated me like a brother."
"But after all, you should call me uncle."
Linghu Jin paused for a moment when he heard this, and his hand holding the knife suddenly tightened.
She glanced around, secretly observing whether anyone had heard what Liuyetao had just said.
Fortunately, the situation was already in chaos, and there were piles of corpses near the two of them. Everyone stayed away and no one paid any attention.
Her gaze fell back on Liuyetao, only to see that person smiling brightly and vulgarly.
Linghu Jin pursed his lips, raised his sleeve, and meticulously wiped the long sword, polishing it until it was shiny. "What are you talking about? I don't understand."
She swung her long sword and sneered, "If you have anything to say, go down to hell and say it!"
Liu Yetao ignored her words, chuckled softly, and narrowed her eyes slightly. "Everyone says that the Linghu family master and the Liu family's Yue Shaozhu have a close relationship. It's because they are engaged that the Linghu family is particularly concerned about this old case."
"But what does your uncle's engagement have to do with you?"
When Linghu Jin heard this, the sword he was about to swing stopped abruptly.
But Liu Yetao smiled softly and said quickly, "My dear nephew, your uncle has no children."
"After Linghu Yan's death, as the only descendant of the Linghu family, the position of head of the family should have fallen to you. Even if you don't transform into your uncle's appearance, you will still be able to sit firmly on the position of head of the family."
"But what is your intention in transforming into your uncle's appearance?"
He continued, "You plotted to kill your uncle. Was it really because he killed your father? Do you want to avenge your father?"
"I remember you seemed to hate your father. You should be happy that your father is dead."
"So, why do you hate your uncle so much that you want to kill him?"
"Linghu Jin, are you jealous of your uncle?"
Linghu Jin was stunned when he heard this, and his breathing became rapid. He didn't know when the raised knife slowly dropped.
Liuyetao's tone was light and quick, but every word she said pierced her heart, making it difficult for her to breathe.
"Linghu Jin, you must feel that he is not worthy of your Young Master Yue, you must feel that—"
"Only you are worthy of standing beside her."
She had never felt herself thinking like this before.
She hated Linghu Yan, but she herself didn't know what drove her to kill her uncle and live under his identity.
But Liuyetao's few words made her lose her composure.
Her heart was pounding. She knew clearly that this man was very good at deceiving people. She was caught off guard and had fallen into his trap.
She looked at Liuyetao's smiling face, and suddenly she became angry. She shook her head violently to cut off those distracting thoughts.
She thrust the knife forward and roared, "It's not your turn to talk about my affairs, bitch!"
Before she could finish her words, she swung her knife and chopped.
Years of anger and hatred erupted at this moment, and her slashing move almost created a force that could shake the sky and split the earth!
The sword spirit hummed, shocking all the cultivators to stop their commotion and look over here.
However, the knife that almost changed the color of the sky and the earth suddenly stopped.
There was a "clang" sound as the weapons collided. The knife actually hit a long sword and was then swung back!
Her knuckles suddenly cracked, and her entire arm was almost shaken off. Her right hand was covered in blood and she had lost all feeling. She didn't even notice the knife in her hand fell to the ground.
She gasped and stepped back repeatedly, startled.
I saw a man holding a sword standing in front of Liuyetao.
The man was surrounded by black air, and the miasma submerged the whites of his eyes. His eyes were pitch black, as if they were just two holes.
It was Fu Yannian whose body was taken over by the inner demon.
She stared at the man, gasping for breath, feeling horrified.
This man had his meridians severed by Ji Lingche's Shatuan Sword, and his cultivation was completely destroyed. Even if he didn't die, he should have been unconscious. How could he wake up so quickly?
The thing standing in front of her now was almost inhuman, like an uncivilized animal, as if it had lost all its sanity and had completely become a body controlled by its inner demons.
Because of the effect of his inner demon, not only did he wake up, but his cultivation also increased dramatically. His spiritual pressure was several times stronger than when he was on the golden pagoda just now, almost to a terrifying level.
Linghu Jin felt bad and knew he was no match for the opponent. He glanced at Liuye Tao and saw that he had rolled into the mud. He was grabbed by claws in the mud and sank in an instant, then disappeared.
She watched helplessly as the great opportunity was lost, her back teeth almost broken, and she vomited blood due to the rush of blood and the injury.
Her vision suddenly went dark, she lost her balance and fell to one knee.
Suddenly she felt something rushing towards her.
Someone held her arm and tried to help her up, but she heard him say hurriedly, "Master!"
"What's wrong with you, Master..."
Although Tan Xue Ning had no cultivation, she had some luck. In such a dangerous situation just now, she took advantage of the chaos to run around and did not get hurt at all.
Linghu Jin felt a pang of pain in his chest, still thinking about Liu Yetao's escape, and blood kept flowing from the corners of his mouth.
She only felt her head was heavy and her eyes were dark, but someone kept chattering in her ears, pulling her back.
Tan Xuening said anxiously in a low voice: "Master, Master, that man has no whites of his eyes, and there's a circle of black energy around him. He's so scary. He's staring at us blankly, as if he's going to attack us again. Should we leave quickly..."
Linghu Jin closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and forced himself to stand up.
She put her arm around Tan Xuening's shoulders and simply said, "Let's go."
At this moment, she suddenly felt her feet trip, and she looked down in horror, and suddenly saw that she was standing on a large area of mud. Suddenly, sharp claws stretched out from the mud and grabbed her ankles!
The meridians in Linghu Jin's right hand were broken and she couldn't lift it up. She had to use her left hand's fingers as a knife and slash hard to cut off the claws. She grabbed Tan Xuening and leaped back.
But before she could stand firm, she saw the entire training ground suddenly filled with large and small puddles of black mud, and demons rushed out like crazy.
The speed at which these entrances spread was much faster than the previous one. Some monks had no time to dodge and were directly dragged down by the claws that stretched out from the mud, letting out wailing.
As one wave of troubles came after another, the monks were terrified and flew up on their swords.
Darkness enveloped the surroundings, and the bright sword light reflected the flowing blood, as if there were only three colors between heaven and earth: black, red, and white.
…
Ji Lingche's eyes were cold as he watched the chaos silently.
She waved her sleeves, connecting with her spiritual power, and instantly thousands of red butterflies appeared, swooping down from the platform.
For a moment, those butterflies seemed like a surging red tide, emitting a strange red light in the darkness.
Yin Su's eyelashes twitched, and she was obviously startled. "Flame Hell Butterfly?"
This red butterfly is far more ferocious than the previous white light butterfly.
The silver butterflies during the butterfly disaster are gorgeous and cool, with a desolate beauty, killing people invisibly.
But now, these red butterflies in the sky are like terrifying monsters, extremely brutal.
The palm-sized butterfly has a sharp mouthpart that can bite off three human fingers in one bite. There is also a long needle in the middle of the mouthpart that can penetrate flesh and suck blood.
The butterfly's feet are covered with barbs, and when they land on the flesh, the barbs immediately pierce into it. No matter how hard you try, you can't get rid of it or kill it, and you can only let it gnaw and suck your blood.
This butterfly is extremely poisonous. Anyone who is touched by its black and red wings will be poisoned immediately.
There is no cure for butterfly poison, but it won't kill people instantly. The poison seeps into the meridians bit by bit, and the poisoned person will often howl in agony for two or three hours before dying with a purple face.
Under the effect of the toxin, the pain was amplified several times, but he could not move. He could only watch helplessly as this thing gnawed him until his bones were exposed, and let his blood be sucked dry, turning him into a white skeleton bit by bit.
There are two kinds of butterflies, one bright and one dark. One has a white cold fire that burns the souls, and the other eats flesh and sleeps on skin, extremely ferocious.
If killing people with a silver butterfly is a dignity left to the immortals, then this red butterfly is like a curse from an evil spirit.
Ji Lingche liked to use the silver butterfly. After all, this red butterfly lacked a graceful posture and was more like a large fluttering moth. It was also too ferocious and lacked charm, which was really detrimental to its elegance.
Therefore, she rarely attacks this kind of red butterfly.
The monks flew in the air with their swords, and saw blood-red light and shadow pouring down from the reviewing platform, covering the training ground like a sea of blood. The demons on the ground instantly began to scream.
Ji Lingche spread out her palms, and the night wind was so strong that her sleeves fluttered in the wind.
Demons continued to emerge from the cracks, but the red butterfly was like thick blood, leaving only pools of black blood and broken flesh wherever it passed.
The Shatuan Sword not far away sensed the spiritual power of the sword master and suddenly lit up. The sword spirit hummed and burst out with sword intent again, shaking the whole area.
She clenched her fists suddenly, and murderous intent spread out instantly. A white light spread along the ground, sealing the openings bit by bit.
Yin Su was not surprised by this and simply said, "There's no need to fight to the death."
"Give me the golden elixir, and I'll remove the restriction, and everyone will be happy."
Ji Lingche looked at her, slowly raised his hand, grasped her sword, and said, "You really don't know the rules."
"Don't you know that pointing a sword at someone is very rude?"
Then there was a crisp "bang" sound, and the long sword was broken in the middle by her. The sword spirit wailed and was destroyed in an instant. The spiritual power fluctuated violently. Yin Su staggered a few steps and raised her hand to wipe the blood from the corner of her mouth.
Ji Lingche walked forward slowly, the blue-white sword light reflected in her eyes, and Yin Su's breathing suddenly became heavy.
Ji Lingche raised his hand, pinching a petal between his fingertips, and poked it at her neck, curling his lips coldly: "Guess, can I chop your head off directly with this petal?"
Yin Su had no expression and just said, "It's useless to scare me."
"If you want to kill someone, you won't talk nonsense."
Ji Lingche silently examined the person in front of him. With a flip of his wrist, the petals instantly turned into daggers. He thrust them forward and pressed heavily against her dantian. His intention was self-evident.
Instantly, blood soaked her clothes. Ji Lingche lowered his eyes and said, "Do you still want your golden elixir?"
Although Yin Su was sweating profusely from the pain, her expression remained unchanged. She said slowly, "Since that's the case, I'll add another bargaining chip."
She deliberately lowered her voice and stretched out her tone, "Let me tell you, more than half of the people in the Immortal Alliance now have demon fetuses in their golden cores."
Ji Lingche's breathing stagnated, and the dagger in her hand stopped abruptly. She raised her eyes and stared at her without blinking.
Yin Su didn't show any expression, but rather a kind of indifferent deity: "You've seen demon fetuses before. The ones in the imperial mausoleum are all of them."
"You killed the Insect Mother, so what? We already have the demon fetus, so the Insect Mother is useless. Otherwise, why do you think I would lead you down to the Imperial Mausoleum?"
A faint smile spread across Yin Su's face. He glanced at the monks battling the demons and whispered, "Tell me, if I spread this news now, will they immediately fall into chaos and become insecure?"
"Ji Lingche, tell me, what would happen if they knew that a demon was growing inside of them, or if they learned that their loved ones would one day turn into monsters?"
"Do you think the Immortal Alliance will collapse immediately and turn into a pile of loose sand?"
"Guess what, if they knew they would all become demons, would they turn against the demons?"
She held Ji Lingche's cold hand, slowly moved the knife away from her dantian, and laughed softly: "So, Lord Shenjun, I am giving you a chance——"
"Give me the golden elixir, and I'll help you smooth things over."
"Let your inevitable defeat not come so soon."
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