Chapter 90: The Six Iron-Faced Army
The rain suddenly got heavier, and billowing water vapor poured in from outside the house, rising white smoke and obscuring the scene outside the door.
Hua Xiangduan's eyes widened and he started screaming as if he had seen a ghost.
I saw something parting the rain curtain and walking into the house very slowly, step by step.
Ji Lingche suddenly raised his hand, and a thin leaf instantly turned into white light, and shot out with a sound of breaking through the air!
The thin leaf passed through the chest and pierced the thing through. The powerful spiritual pressure directly knocked him out of the door.
She opened her palms and the rain in front of the door stopped instantly.
Time seemed to be stretched out extremely long, and the rain that had been connected into lines turned into drops of water that floated up and hovered in the air.
She lowered her eyes and finally saw what had fallen to the ground.
That thing was wearing monk's clothes and had an iron mask on its face.
The iron mask seemed to have grown out of his face, emitting a sinister luster.
The only exposed skin on the face is the eyes.
But the two eyeballs had disappeared, leaving only two black holes.
Suddenly, tiny tentacles stretched out from the empty eye sockets, wriggling and extending outwards, like countless long worms, ferociously drilling out of the eye sockets and crawling all over the face in a moment.
The thin leaf had pierced right through the heart, a fatal wound. This thing seemed to have been pierced, and black pus oozed out of the wound.
But he seemed to feel no pain, and stood up in a strange posture. As he moved, the wound on his chest burst open, and black flesh and pus rolled out of the wound.
Hua Xiangduan shouted anxiously, "He has no internal organs, you didn't hurt him just now!"
Ji Lingche's expression was cold, he stared at the thing intently, but did not move.
The thing stood up, paced forward, and was about to walk into the house.
I saw black silk wriggling, densely packed, crawling out from his empty eye sockets and tightly tied to the mask. The iron mask actually made a cracking sound and began to twist and deform, and the whole face became hideous.
Hua Xiangduan seemed to be extremely afraid of this thing. He held his breath, grabbed Zheng Hongqiao's sleeve, pulled her back, and let her hide behind Qu Wuji.
Ji Lingche didn't know what he was thinking. He didn't move for a long time, and his outstretched palm seemed to be shaking.
The rain curtain was still suspended by her. For a moment, everything was silent and the atmosphere was extremely stuffy.
Seeing that the iron-faced monster was about to walk in, it made strange noises all over its body and became even more distorted. It was no longer recognizable as a human. Its wriggling tentacles wrapped around its body. Qu Wuji said, "Ji Lingche!"
Ji Lingche clenched his outstretched hands instantly, and the suspended rain curtain fell instantly!
There was a clang of sound, and every drop of water turned into an ice arrow, piercing down at once. In an instant, the sky collapsed and the earth cracked, and the government office was instantly smashed into ruins.
Qu Wu Ji waved his sleeves, and a layer of light curtain unfolded, protecting all living people.
Only a moment after the arrow of light fell, Ji Lingche spread out his palm again, and the arrow of light disappeared and turned into heavy rain, pouring down in an instant.
The sound of rain suddenly continued, as if nothing had happened just now.
But the ground suddenly cracked, and several deep cracks spread out. The rain of arrows just now seemed to pierce through the entire Pei City.
Looking at the iron-faced monster again, only a pool of rotten flesh was left, oozing out a large pool of black blood mixed with some iron filings, but it was washed away by the heavy rain in just a few breaths.
Ji Lingche lowered his eyes and muttered, "How disgusting."
The government office was smashed into ruins by the rain of arrows, and everyone was exposed to the rain again. They stood there in a daze, motionless for a long time, and the heavy rain poured down, soaking them through and through.
Qu Wu Ji raised his hand, and the light curtain slowly rose up, turning into a barrier to block the heavy rain for everyone.
Hua Xiangduan broke out in a cold sweat because of the fright, and he had just been caught in the rain, so he was shivering all over with cold.
He hesitated for a long time, then walked closer to Ji Lingche, his teeth chattering slightly because of trembling.
He simply said, "...I know what this thing is."
Ji Lingche turned her gaze towards him. Her eyes, distinctly black and white, were so sharp that Hua Xiangduan suddenly shuddered when she stared at him.
He suddenly got goosebumps all over his body and couldn't help but choke. He said slowly: "These monsters are the monks who have been parasitized by demon fetuses!"
Ji Lingche was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and frowned, "What?"
The young man said, "If you are implanted with a demon fetus, the demonic silk will grow wildly in your body and devour your flesh, blood, and internal organs, chewing you into a hollow shell, and eventually taking over your entire body—"
"That iron-headed thing just now is the adult form of the demon fetus."
Ji Lingche looked at him in surprise, feeling that something was wrong.
Speaking of demon fetus, the first person she thought of was Chu Heng.
If a demon fetus is implanted in your body, wouldn't the final result be to be ripped open?
Hua Xiangduan seemed to know what she was thinking and said, "However, the condition for the demon fetus to take shape is that the host remains alive."
"But if the host dies prematurely, the demon fetus will not die with the host. Instead, it will hatch instantly, crawl out of the corpse, and transform into another form—"
Ji Lingche's eyes moved and he understood instantly.
The two previous times she saw the monster, whether it was Chu Heng or Qin Baichuan, the host had to die before the monster would rip open the stomach and crawl out of the human body.
If they hadn't died midway...
"If the host hadn't died midway and had continued to nurture this demon fetus," Hua Xiangduan said, "they would eventually become the thing you just saw."
Ji Lingche said thoughtfully, "So, where did that iron mask on this thing come from?"
Hua Xiangduan sighed and said, "Actually...they put on these masks themselves."
"These people won't be aware of the demonic threads spreading within their bodies, but they can sense changes within themselves."
"They will find that their faces are gradually rotting, they will see black lines moving under their skin, they will find that their eyeballs are bulging day by day, and they will feel that there seems to be something moving under their eyeballs—"
"But they couldn't find any symptoms."
"As time passed, more and more demonic threads appeared in these people's bodies, and their thoughts gradually became chaotic, and they often began to lose consciousness. Before they completely lost consciousness, they were thinking about—"
"No matter what, this face, which no longer resembles a human, must be covered up."
Ji Lingche was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and the young man continued, "When the mask is first put on, it can be taken off normally."
"But as the demonic silk continued to control my body and my face continued to ulcerate, the mask became stuck to my skin."
"The demonic threads emerge from the skin and tightly attach the mask. Eventually, all the flesh on the face is devoured. Once the skin is gone, the mask becomes a new face. Under the influence of the demonic threads, the mask gradually develops a texture similar to iron."
As Ji Lingche listened to him speak, he felt that things were gradually becoming clearer and the fog was gradually dissipating.
She narrowed her eyes and looked at him, thinking to herself, "This young man is indeed very smart."
The conclusions he had just drawn were all drawn from his own observations and deductions while secretly watching Fu Yannian. This kind of keen insight and psychological quality was beyond the reach of ordinary people.
Her thoughts wandered, and she thought of the scene when she first saw this ghost thing.
At that time, the Iron-masked Man was standing on the tree. She watched helplessly as the thing raised its hand, and then a white light pierced through her brain. If Qu Wuji hadn't risked his life to save her...
Since then, this thing has left a psychological barrier in her heart. When she saw it again just now, her emotions fluctuated and she almost destroyed the entire Pei City.
Having said that, the attack power of this thing is really terrifying.
Even though she was in Hua Wanwan's body, with her spiritual awareness and soul-calling skills, not even a Nascent Soul cultivator could kill her. But she was easily injured by that thing. It is conceivable what consequences would be caused if this kind of demon fetus was allowed to take shape.
Ji Lingche pondered. The white light that hit her forehead didn't actually have much spiritual pressure, but the moment it hit her, her sea of consciousness instantly boiled over, and her soul was directly ejected from her body, causing her to lose consciousness immediately.
There is a strange sense of familiarity, which is similar to the feeling in the Abyss of Eternal Abyss.
She hadn't figured out the connection between the two until now.
Therefore, the terrifying thing about this iron-faced monster is that this ghost thing is very likely to have copied the demon lord's mental attack.
Every time she saw the Demon Lord, she would feel severe pain in her sea of consciousness.
Even though the beast was nailed into the abyss by the Crow Feather Sword, when she was in Hua Wanwan's body, every time she heard Ran Lou speak, she would feel a pain in her eyes and cry blood.
If this is true, a living person who has not been parasitized is definitely no match for this thing.
If this iron-faced monster were to spread rampantly, its power would be even greater than that of demons, and it would be a catastrophe.
What's more, people are not made of wood or stone. If their loved ones are controlled by the evil thread and turned into such monsters, how many people can bring themselves to kill them?
…
Ji Lingche's thoughts moved extremely quickly, and she figured out the connection between all of this in an instant. When she came to her senses, she shuddered, feeling the chill seeping through her limbs. She couldn't help but clench her palms.
Suddenly, her wrist felt warm. Qu Wuji gently pulled her and said, "We can't stay here for long. Let's take them away first."
The heavy rain has subsided, and it is only a drizzle, dripping continuously and tenaciously.
The dark sky seemed to be covered by a veil of heavy rain, and everything around was dark blue.
Because of the rain of arrows just now, the few buildings in the entire Pei City have been destroyed. Looking from afar, all you can see is desolate. The view is unobstructed and you can see far away.
Before she could move, Qu Wuji suddenly stopped and tightened his grip on her wrist.
Ji Lingche's eyes moved, and he looked into the distance, and was stunned.
In the distance, where the sky and the earth meet, there is a group of figures staggering over from afar.
It makes people feel a sudden pain in their sea of consciousness. The pedestrians are not in a very orderly manner, but they feel very oppressive, as if they are an army of thousands.
The black silhouettes in the distance continued to grow larger in people's field of vision as they moved.
Suddenly, a flash of lightning flashed across, illuminating those things.
All I saw was countless iron-faced monsters, marching towards this side with great momentum.
The lightning disappeared, and the world fell into darkness again. Then there was another flash of lightning, and those things moved forward a lot in an instant, and their silhouettes were magnified several times in the human eye.
Hua Xiangduan stared at those things without blinking, his breathing suddenly rapid. He was unusually panicked and shouted loudly: "It's over, he found me! He is here to kill me!!!"
Just then, the rain had completely stopped.
Ji Lingche could no longer turn rain into swords to instantly destroy these things.
These things only appeared after the rain stopped. It was obvious that someone had timed them and done this on purpose.
Hua Xiangduan grabbed Ji Lingche's sleeve and said, "Master, hurry up and leave! These things are extremely difficult to deal with!"
Ji Lingche said in a deep voice: "Don't be afraid."
Although she said this, her head was buzzing and her sharp sea of consciousness was humming like a warning.
Qu Wu Ji already had a lightsaber in his hand. He looked at her and said, "What should we do? Kill her?" Ji Lingche just nodded.
Qu Wu Ji swung his sword instantly!
The lightsaber in his hand disappeared instantly and turned into a cold sword intent that swung out.
The fast-moving iron-masked monsters suddenly stopped, were frozen in an instant, and were nailed to the ground by the powerful spiritual pressure.
At the same time, Ji Lingche turned her wrist, and as she moved, the puddles on the ground began to tremble, and even the ground beneath her feet began to shake.
She raised her palm upwards, the veins on the back of her hand bulging out, and raised her hand inch by inch. She whispered, "Frost Blade, rise!"
As soon as she finished speaking, she suddenly raised her hand, and with the movement, the puddle on the ground in front of her exploded upwards!
The water vibrated and instantly turned into ice knives, rising upwards.
The sharp tip of the knife stabbed the iron-masked monsters from their feet to the top of their heads, tearing them into pieces in an instant.
In an instant, only pieces of flesh were seen being picked up by the tip of the ice knife, and the surviving demon threads were still wriggling slightly, like flags fluttering in the wind.
The remaining rotten flesh tumbled down, and black pus burst out, seeping through layer by layer, staining the ice blade.
Hundreds of iron-faced monks in the distance were stabbed into pieces in an instant.
This kind of fierce and cruel method is definitely not something that ordinary people can do.
Hua Xiangduan couldn't help but stand there in a daze, looking at Ji Lingche with some horror.
He had never seen such magic before, and now standing next to Ji Lingche, he felt his heart beating violently, and suddenly he felt a little afraid.
Zheng Hongqiao suddenly knelt on the ground, screamed and vomited.
Those people from the Evil Suppression Bureau were also having a hard time. As soon as those iron-faced monks came out, they felt severe pain in their sea of consciousness, shed tears of blood, and their eyes became blind instantly.
As soon as Ji Lingche's frost blade came out, it instantly cut off the control of these things over the sea of consciousness, causing a backlash, and many people fainted immediately.
Because Zheng Hongqiao often came into contact with demons, her sea of consciousness did not hurt much, but the scene just now was too bloody and cruel, making her stomach churn.
That fear once again filled her heart, and she suddenly wasn't sure if this person would really let her go...
Ji Lingche spread out his palms and channeled his spiritual power until all the demonic threads on the ice knife stopped moving and became deader than dead.
Her slender fingers trembled slightly, and her chest kept rising and falling. She closed her eyes and suppressed the bloody taste in her throat. Only then did the buzzing in her sea of consciousness gradually subside.
She slowly clenched her fist, and heard a loud splash of water. The ice blade in the distance broke apart and turned back into water, instantly washing away the rotten flesh, pus and blood hanging on it.
The water kept rushing and mixing with each other. The entire Pei City was soaked in the pus and blood of the iron-faced monsters, like a huge morgue.
Ji Lingche suddenly felt a little weak. Qu Wuji gently embraced her and poured warm spiritual power into her spiritual veins, making her wake up.
She whispered, "I think things may not be that simple—"
Suddenly, a light laugh was heard. Everyone turned around in shock and saw a man standing on a high piece of broken wood, looking down.
The man laughed coldly and said, "Hongqiao, your master is here to take you back."
"Hua Xiang Duan, your master misses you too."
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