Chapter 50: Eat 300 Human Eyes in Four Days of Peace
In the dark night, the moon appeared very low, and the huge lunar disk seemed to be supported on the roof.
The black-robed man on the roof seemed to be standing in the moon, with clear light shining from behind him, bringing with him a captivating divinity and a faint ghostly aura.
Ji Lingche looked up at the black shadow and sneered coldly.
I have learned it quite well.
The black-robed man suddenly raised his hand and pointed at Ji Lingche. A white light flashed at the fingertips, and it turned out that there was a locust flower petal in it!
In an instant, the flower turned into an arrow of light and shot towards her.
Ji Lingche exclaimed in surprise, "Huh?" and tilted her head. The arrow of light brushed past her cheek, and with a clang, it hit the temple wall behind her, then turned into white smoke and dissipated.
She raised her eyebrows and said, "You've learned all this—"
She suddenly paused, and saw the black-robed person waved her sleeves, and countless small flowers flew out from her sleeves, and turned into ice blades flying towards the few people. Chen Zhouwan felt a strange spiritual pressure coming towards him, which pressed him so hard that he could not move, and he watched helplessly as the cold blades stabbed towards him.
But suddenly, he felt the aura around him condense, and suddenly realized something. He turned his head in disbelief and looked over, only to see the idiot junior sister from the past. She pointed forward, and an invisible barrier unfolded, and all the cold blades suddenly stopped.
She waved her hand, and in an instant, the cold blades turned back into petals, and a rain of flowers fell from the sky -
The flowers had not yet fallen, but the junior sister who was standing in the shadow of the flowers under the moon had disappeared in an instant. When she looked up again, a figure appeared on the roof, so fast that no one could react!
Ji Lingche grabbed the ghost's neck, infused her palm with spiritual power, and slapped it hard in the face, causing its head to hang halfway. She sneered, "Do you really think I'm dead?"
"This face, this technique, are you enjoying it?"
The wind blew away the cloak covering the man's head. Ji Lingche looked at her and couldn't help but be dazed.
In the moonlight, I saw the man's thin face, which was extremely beautiful and sharp, with a hint of evil in it. He was so beautiful that it was difficult to get close to him.
Especially those eyes, which were surprisingly bright. When he smiled, the sharpness softened a little, adding to his charm.
Ji Lingche chuckled softly and said, "It really looks like it..."
"I thought I was looking in the mirror."
She suddenly tightened her grip on the man's neck, raised her eyebrows, and said word by word, "But fake is fake, it can never become real, right?"
This thing completely replicated Ji Lingche's magic, but it was not as good as hers, and was suppressed by Ji Lingche and had no power to fight back.
At this moment, she was being pinched and gasping for breath, as if her neck was about to be twisted off. Although she was being pinched, her eyes were staring at Ji Lingche dimly. Her gaze was poisonous and evil, like the gaze of an animal. The corners of her mouth were raised, revealing a mouthful of sharp white teeth, as if she was ready to pounce on her and bite off her neck at any time——
Demon, Ji Lingche hated in his heart.
I couldn't help but tighten my grip a little more.
The ghost figure couldn't bear being strangled any longer, and finally spoke, even the tone of voice was the same as hers: "I am you, do you want to strangle yourself to death?"
Ji Lingche laughed and said, "Who do you think you are? Do you believe I will tear your face off?"
The two were very close to each other. Ji Lingche stared at her and saw some faint lines on the skin of this thing. It did not look like human skin. It seemed like the common cracks on jade. They were very faint and almost undetectable.
Ji Lingche was startled and narrowed his eyes slightly: "What's that on your face?"
She raised her hand to touch the pattern, but before she could touch it, she felt a chill on her spine. A long sword pointed at her back. A man behind her sneered, "I am the disciple who didn't recognize the real Master. How could I recognize you after you changed so much?"
"—You're back, why didn't you tell me?"
"It's true that the flood washed away the Dragon King Temple, and family members no longer recognize each other."
Ji Lingche sneered: "I don't dare to be your master."
Chu Heng nodded and chuckled, "Teacher, your words really chill my heart."
Ji Lingche: "One or two of you are so interested in impersonating others, don't you have shame?"
"Oh, I really said it." Ji Lingche laughed, "You demons are nothing but a layer of membrane wrapped in a pile of rotten meat. You can only survive by wearing human skin. No wonder you are picking up people's skin everywhere-"
Chu Heng's face changed when he heard this, and the veins on his sword-holding hand bulged, as if he was about to stab his mentor to death in the next moment.
In this moment of slight hesitation, Ji Lingche made a move as fast as lightning, suddenly pulled the national teacher towards himself, and used the momentum to turn behind her, facing Chu Heng.
Chu Heng was stunned and found that the tip of his sword was pointing at his accomplice's chest.
Ji Lingche still held the fake Imperial Master in his hand, holding her hostage, and said coldly, "Let me ask you, where is Chu Heng?"
Chu Heng grinned and said, "Isn't it right here? I am Chu Heng, and Chu Heng is me."
Ji Lingche narrowed his eyes and stared at him, his face so gloomy that it looked like water was about to drip out.
The person opposite had Chu Heng's face and spoke very much like her useless apprentice, but she could still sense something strange, a very difficult to detect imitation.
She originally thought that her apprentice was in great danger, killed by a demon, and had his skin peeled off and worn on his body.
But she had been secretly observing this person for a long time, and she didn't find any demonic aura from the "Chu Heng" in front of her.
When he gathered his energy, his spiritual power was naturally generated and mobilized from his dantian, which was definitely not something that the demon that occupied human skin could do.
Even if a demon wears human skin, it cannot pull out the host's natal sword.
Ji Lingche looked at the long sword in the man's hand and slowly frowned.
Could it be that this person is really Chu Heng?
Did he just go crazy because of something and surrender to the demon?!
Ji Lingche thought that the matter of the demon was becoming more and more bizarre and confusing. She couldn't even tell whether the person in front of her was a demon.
She laughed coldly and said, "Listen, before I kill you, I'll give you a chance to quibble."
In fact, Ji Lingche didn’t care much about Chu Heng’s life or death. Although they were master and disciple, their relationship was very weak and they just took what they needed from each other.
In fact, she had never taught him any magic, and Chu Heng didn't know her real name, and he had rarely seen her face.
Chu Heng was originally a favorite student of a certain sect, but for some unknown reason he betrayed his master and came to the capital. With his ability, he became the head of Si Tianjian, and later he got close to Master Ping'an, and they became master and disciple.
Ji Lingche simply felt that he was never in the capital and needed a lackey.
Everyone thought that the master and the disciple had a close relationship, but in fact they were not familiar with each other at all.
Chu Heng had never seen Ji Lingche in action, and didn't even know her innate magic. He just saw the Crow Feather Sword and thought she was a powerful swordsman.
Now, seeing that Ji Lingche's body had not yet formed a pill and could not even draw out the sword, he could not help but feel contempt.
Chu Heng laughed and said, "Kill me?"
He glanced at Ji Lingche with a sinister look: "National Master, you seem very weak now."
Ji Lingche: "Oh, I see. You don't want a chance to defend yourself."
"Since you won't answer anything I ask you, I can only send you on your way."
No matter whether you are a deeply hidden demon who has taken over another's body, or Chu Heng whose mind has been bewitched, since I can't tell the difference, what's the point of distinguishing them?
Just kill him.
And this fake creature in your hand, who is not even a human, should be killed as well.
The first to strike is the strongest, the last to strike will suffer. Chu Heng had already raised his sword, and the sword wind was violent, slashing towards Ji Lingche's head -
The bright sword light reflected in her eyes. She curled the corners of her mouth, raised her finger, pointed it at Chu Heng's forehead, and said, "Destroy!"
The sword force suddenly stopped, and Chu Heng's eyes suddenly widened. In an instant, the black pupils spread out and filled the whites of his eyes like stirred egg yolks. Disbelief could still be seen in his eyes, but it was too late.
With a clang, the sword in his hand fell from the roof. He died with his eyes wide open.
His body shook and he fell from the roof, hitting the ground with a loud noise.
Ji Lingche's other hand did not stop, she poured spiritual power into it and pinched the ghost national teacher tightly, but suddenly she stopped, and felt that the warm and soft neck in her hand suddenly changed its texture!
She felt something was amiss and looked towards the Imperial Master. She saw the blood color on her face gradually fade away, replaced by layers of bluestone that quickly spread over her body. With a series of crackling sounds, she was transformed into a bluestone jade sculpture...
Ji Lingche looked at this thing and felt that it was very familiar, and his hair stood on end.
She finally knew what this thing was and where it came from.
This is the statue of the Imperial Master who suppressed the Abyss of Eternal Embers in Ping An Temple!!!
How did it survive?
Furthermore, if this statue were to move, the entrance to the Abyss of Ember would be opened, and wouldn't the seal be broken?!
Ji Lingche was startled and confused. Before she could come to her senses, she heard a noise and looked down.
I saw Chu Heng, who had just fallen to the ground, actually moved.
But it's not the person who's moving, it's the skin...
The skin and flesh were slowly cut open inside...
Suddenly there was a bang!
A sharp giant claw tore a large hole in Chu Heng's chest and poked out from his body. Then another claw poked out. With a tearing sound, blood and foam flew everywhere. The thing inside tore his chest open completely, and a head poked out.
Just like a baby breaking water, its body was sticky and covered with blood, and it slowly crawled out of the mother's body.
He shook off the slime on his body, squatted on the disemboweled Chu Heng, raised his head and let out a sharp long howl, like crying and laughing, which made people shudder.
It uttered its first cry.
But it seems like the whole world will mourn this.
When Ji Lingche saw the thing clearly, he felt his hair stand on end and he felt extremely nauseous. He couldn't help but take a step back.
I saw that the demon's body was covered with eyeballs.
She finally knew where the pilgrims' eyes had gone.
The newly born demon squatted on the ground, looked up at Ji Lingche on the roof, tilted his head towards her, and bared his fangs, which looked like a sinister smile.
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