Chapter 93: Flying Blood Nine-Colored Scarlet
Suddenly, a loud thunder roared outside the house, illuminating the dark night.
The lightning spread in strange shapes and finally turned into a dragon, constantly wandering in the night sky.
Ji Lingche looked up at the wandering white light and was stunned.
Why...she felt a sense of familiarity.
It was as if this wasn't the first time she had seen the dragon.
Everyone held their breath, and for a moment it was extremely quiet. Outside the house, lightning and thunder were heard, and only the deafening thunder could be heard one after another.
The monks murmured, "Is someone about to undergo a tribulation..."
Ji Lingche looked up at the dragon-shaped lightning, and some incoherent images began to flash in her sea of consciousness. Suddenly, she felt a sharp pain in her sea of consciousness, and there was a buzzing in her ears.
She frowned in pain, her memories surging like a tide, almost drowning her. She only felt something flowing through her sea of consciousness, but she couldn't catch it, and in the end, nothing was left.
Those memories seemed to be covered by a veil, and I couldn't see them clearly no matter what. I got a splitting headache whenever I thought about them.
Everyone looked upwards in horror, watching for the lightning, fearing that thunder from the sky would fall.
What does this thunder tribulation mean? Is someone about to transcend the tribulation and ascend to heaven, or is it going to kill everyone?!
But the thunder did not strike after all.
The dragon-shaped lightning hesitated for a while, then gradually dimmed and disappeared into the night sky.
Ji Lingche's head buzzed and he fell backwards exhausted.
Qu Wuji held her in his arms, tightly grasping her cold hand, and exclaimed in surprise, "Alan!"
Ji Lingche frowned and slowly opened her eyes. Having just emerged from a nightmare, she felt a bit dazed. She saw overlapping figures before her, all looking at her. For a moment, the silence was eerie.
Qu Wuji said softly: "How do you feel?"
Ji Lingche grabbed his hand, used the force to steady himself, and whispered, "Nothing."
Her head still felt like it was being pricked by needles and was aching slightly.
She didn't know what happened to her just now. She started to have a kaleidoscope of thoughts, as if her past and present lives had all passed through her sea of consciousness, but she couldn't remember a single thing.
She was feeling dizzy when she heard someone say, "God, Lord God..."
"My Lord, what should we do now..."
The crowd became agitated and started arguing, all talking about the horrifying things they had just seen and heard in the Ping An temples in various places.
In addition to the matter of the demon fetus, the more terrible thing is——
The demon lord is about to break the seal and come out.
Add to that the strange dragon-shaped lightning in the sky just now, and it's really like one wave after another, surrounded by enemies, and the way of heaven is on the verge of collapse...
Qu Wuji shouted coldly: "What are you panicking about?!"
Hearing this, the noise gradually died down.
Ji Lingche frowned, silently took out the one-way mirror from his arms, casually put it on his eye socket, and scanned everyone inch by inch.
In just a moment, through the one-way mirror, everyone in her eyes gradually turned into beads of various colors.
I saw those strange beads turning black and dispersing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Something in the beads was constantly squirming and growing at an extremely fast speed. The beads fell down rapidly and fell apart, and they could no longer hold together.
Ji Lingche clenched his palms, his nails digging into his flesh, and thought to himself, "This bastard is really abominable."
Yin Su had indeed activated all the demon fetuses in the cultivator's body.
The man knew that Hua Xiangduan had given something to Ji Lingche before his death, and was afraid that the demon fetus would really be released, so he decided to go all out and release all the demon fetuses. Now it seemed like a fight to the death.
Qu Wu Ji placed Hua Xiangduan's body on the bench in the corner, let him lie flat, and with a wave of his hand, changed the soaked boy into a new set of clean clothes.
His old clothes were covered with patches, and it was obvious that he had never seen a good life.
The young man's brow was furrowed, and he died in agony, his expression not at peace. His hands were tightly clenched, and he never let go until his death.
Ji Lingche held the black cylinder in his hand, but it felt heavy and he could hardly hold it.
She lowered her eyes, not knowing what she was thinking. She stared at the object with a gloomy expression.
After a long while, she slowly raised her hand, put the cylinder to her lips, and blew gently, imitating the boy's behavior.
I saw a small arrow appear out of thin air, and it shot out from this thing and went straight out, hitting someone's dantian!
Suddenly there was a howl, and then there was silence. Everyone looked at the person who was pierced by the small arrow in horror.
Through the monocle, Ji Lingche saw that the black bead of this person suddenly trembled violently, and the demonic silk wrapped in the bead fled outwards like crazy -
All I could hear was the man's shrill screams, as if he was experiencing some heart-wrenching pain. He covered his abdomen with his hands, trying to pull out the small arrow that was stuck in his dantian.
Ji Lingche frowned and said coldly: "Don't move if you don't want to die!"
The black bead that was contaminated by the demon began to disperse the black energy. The human energy condensed into a stream and began to gather in the bead. Gradually, the color began to return to normal and emitted a golden light.
The man's wailing gradually stopped, and the small black arrow in his abdomen dissipated along with the black air on the bead, leaving only a long and narrow wound.
The wound was so deep that the bone was visible. It was extremely terrifying. It looked like it was going to pierce through the person. One could even directly see the golden elixir in his dantian through the wound.
However, the golden elixir had been destroyed, dim and lost its luster, lying alone in the body.
"It won't be over until this useless pill is taken out." Ji Lingche said in his heart.
Others couldn't see these things, they only knew that this man's cultivation was destroyed in just a moment. They looked at Ji Lingche in horror, but didn't dare to say anything, wondering what this man was doing.
Ji Lingche pointed forward and gently poked the man, and the waste pill in his dantian fell out and rolled on the ground.
The man screamed and collapsed to the ground, covered in cold sweat and unconscious.
Ji Lingche looked at the black cylinder in his hand and thought to himself, "Although this thing is effective, it's just one, so it's not enough. The growth rate of the demon fetus has reached an uncontrollable level. There are so many people being parasitized. If I want to use this cylinder to release them all, I will definitely not have enough time-"
She noticed everyone's gaze, raised her eyes, and sneered, "Why are you looking at me like that?"
She pointed her finger at the man and said coldly, "Oh, if he wakes up, don't forget to tell him that it was I, Guanlan Divine Lord, who saved his life."
As she spoke, she was thinking about how to deal with the matter of the demon fetus.
If she told them directly, everyone would be in chaos, rushing over to beg her to release the demon fetuses, and they might even start fighting and killing each other. If she delayed until all the demon fetuses erupted, it would be even more difficult to deal with...
She was feeling irritated. Everyone was looking at her. She didn't want to be stared at by them, so she turned to look at Qu Wuji, threw the black cylinder in her hand into his arms, and said, "This is for you."
Qu Wu Ji took the thing and looked at her with a faint bitter smile on his lips.
Before he could speak, at this moment, Ji Lingche's eyes moved——
A man standing by the door suddenly turned and ran out. A woman standing next to him ran after him, saying, "Yingyan, what's wrong with you..."
As she spoke, the woman reached out to pull the man, but the man suddenly threw her hand away, causing the female cultivator to stagger.
The man covered his face with one hand and ran away, as if he was afraid that others would see his appearance.
The female cultivator cried out in shock, "Gu Yingyan!"
Ji Lingche guessed something, and Qu Wuji cast a spell, directly tripping the man.
He then pulled, and with a spell he dragged the man back and threw him to the ground.
The man buried his head in the ground and covered his face tightly with his hands and arms.
The female cultivator who followed him rushed in and wanted to help the person who had fallen to the ground. Ji Lingche said, "Fish listens to water! Don't touch him."
Yu Tingshui paused for a moment, vaguely having a bad premonition. His eyes couldn't help but turn red, and he looked straight at Ji Lingche with a pleading look.
Ji Lingche didn't look at her. He took the black cylinder back from Qu Wuji and said, "Gu Yingyan, get up. I can save you."
The man ignored everything and continued to convulse on the ground. He was definitely not a normal person.
Yu Tingshui was horrified and rushed forward without hesitation, grabbing the man's arm and trying to pull him up, saying, "Yingyan..."
"What's wrong with you, Yingyan? Don't be like this, get up quickly..."
Ji Lingche was about to say something when he saw the man suddenly raise his head and howl at the fish and water!
The howl sounded like that of some animal, and its smelly saliva splashed on her face. Yu Tingshui's pupils suddenly shrank and she was stunned.
She faced a rotten face, she stared blankly, unable to utter a word.
Gu Yingyan's entire face had begun to rapidly fester, and something seemed to be emerging from his skin in clusters, wriggling like maggots.
Just when Yu Tingshui was stunned, the thing suddenly opened its mouth and bit her neck!
Yu Tingshui didn't even blink, as if he didn't believe that his partner would do this.
With a loud bang, Gu Yingyan's neck seemed to break, and his festering head tilted back. He was hit on the head by a spell, and he fell backwards to the ground with a loud noise. He twitched and couldn't move.
Ji Lingche appeared silently behind Yu Tingshui and said softly, "Master Yu, I am deeply saddened by your loss."
Through the monocle, Ji Lingche could see clearly that the moment Gu Yingying raised his head, the bead had completely scattered.
In other words, his popularity has completely dissipated, even his beads are gone, it's too late, there's no way to turn things around.
The real Gu Yingying died at that moment.
Yu Tingshui looked at her Taoist partner who fell to the ground without a sound in disbelief. After a long moment, she raised her head and looked at Ji Lingche: "You... killed him?"
Ji Lingche had no expression and only said, "Yes."
She looked straight at Ji Lingche and said, "Didn't you say you could save him?"
"Didn't you just save someone? Why couldn't you save Yingying?"
Yu Tingshui's tears rolled down her cheeks. She was wearing a white dress, as if she were wearing mourning clothes.
She said, "Even if he is incurable, you, you..."
"How could you kill him..."
Yu Tingshui's emotions suddenly exploded, and she yelled in despair, "How could you kill him!!"
Ji Lingche said nothing.
Yu Tingshui stumbled towards Gu Yingyan, who no longer looked like a human, and held him in his arms, his white clothes splattered with dirty blood.
She murmured, "Yingyan...you, what's wrong with you..."
"I'll take you back to the North Sea right now, okay? Why aren't you saying anything..."
"Let's go home—"
The Yu couple are deeply in love.
It is really rare to have a Taoist companion for so many years in the world of cultivation where people are cold and indifferent.
Although these two lacked exceptional talent, Gu Yingyan, as the patrol chief, had been conscientious in his duties, having never overstepped the bounds in all these years. Unlike those who sought fame and reputation, these two had no other aspirations, instead taking protecting the common people as their duty.
Ji Lingche watched silently, and suddenly thought of the time in the Demon-Suppressing Tower when Qu Wuji's meridians were broken and she felt such a pang of pain in her heart. At this moment, she seemed to feel the same pain, and the hand holding the black cylinder was trembling slightly.
She suddenly had a headache again, frowned, and tilted her head. At this moment, she suddenly felt her hand was empty, and the black cylinder was taken away.
Ji Lingche opened his eyes and saw Qu Wuji holding the thing in his hand. He whispered, "Give it to me."
The moment Qu Wu Ji took the black cylinder, she felt the cold gaze that had been surrounding her disappear and move towards Qu Wu Ji in an instant.
Everyone had been looking at it for so long that everyone could see what it was.
No one is stupid, and now everyone understands what the cylinder means.
After seeing Gu Yingying's miserable appearance, and combining it with Qin Baichuan's appearance after his death, the monks finally came to their senses and figured out everything.
They knew clearly that once something was implanted into their golden elixir, they would either be transformed into monsters and killed, or their golden elixir would be destroyed like the man just now, saving their lives.
However, Ji Lingche was a very cunning person and did not even reveal the number of those demon fetuses.
Although everyone was in danger, they still held a glimmer of hope in their hearts, thinking that they were not parasitized, and placed their hopes on the cylinder.
At this moment, their eyes were fixed on the life-saving straw, watching it transfer from Ji Lingche's hand to Qu Wuji's hand.
Qu Wu Ji naturally understood these principles. The cylinder had become a hot potato, but he still took it calmly.
Ji Lingche seemed to have made up her mind. She handed the monocle to Qu Wuji and said swiftly in his sea of consciousness: "Give the solution to those with the highest cultivation first. Once you see the beads disperse, kill them directly."
"You must destroy all the demon fetuses present, and I will help you seal the mountain."
"No one can leave until this is over."
Qu Wuji understood, nodded slightly, and put the monocle on his eye socket.
He said in a cold voice: "If you don't want to die, and don't want to turn into a monster-"
He slowly raised the small cylinder, placed it to his lips, and said, "No matter what happens, don't move."
As soon as he finished speaking, a small black arrow shot out through the wind.
…
There were only constant wailing and blood flowing, but no one dared to move.
The speed of the demon fetus's mutation was faster than this small arrow. Ji Lingche attacked as fast as lightning and showed no mercy. Anyone with demonic hair growing on their face would be killed directly.
The two of them killed and resolved the situation extremely quickly, giving the monks almost no time to react, and they forcibly took control of the situation.
In the blink of an eye, most of those with demon fetuses in their bodies were eliminated. The remaining half had their beads scattered, and there was no way to save them. They were killed directly and died on the spot.
There were corpses everywhere in Taihua Yuxu, and blood was flowing like a river.
The remaining majority of monks who had not been infected stood there in a daze, still in shock, as if they did not believe that what had just happened was real.
The sky was getting light and it was obvious that it was going to be a sunny day.
Most of the monks present were dressed in white, like mourning clothes. Faint sobbing sounds could be heard everywhere, as if it was a grand and silent funeral.
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