Chapter 15 Search
In a cave that was almost unknown to the outside world, Lu Fei listened to Murong Jing's endless words and took out the talisman given to him by Jian An Ning from his sleeve.
"What is this?" Murong Jing looked a little curious.
The next moment, flames suddenly appeared and the sound of the explosion shook the entire mountain.
In Jinxi City shrouded in thick fog, Jian Anning suddenly looked up. She noticed unusual movements and her own breath.
In an instant, Jane Anning's figure disappeared from the spot.
In the cave, amidst the smoke and dust, Lu Fei felt a pair of hands tightly gripping his neck.
"What are you doing!"
He heard Murong Jing's hoarse roar and felt the air flowing into his lungs getting less and less.
Lu Fei wondered what kind of psychopath this guy was. One moment he respected him as an important person, and the next moment he wanted to kill him.
He felt the scenery in front of him gradually blur and his breathing gradually became stagnant.
Lu Fei felt that he was about to die. When he was about to die, he saw a darkness of red and black, and flames rising into the sky.
What is that?
He felt his heart pounding, as if something was about to burst out.
However, another dazzling light broke Lu Fei's state. He knelt on one knee, gasping for breath, trying to come back to life.
The person who came was none other than Jian An Ning, who had come here following the sound of the talisman explosion.
She smiled gently at Lu Fei and said, "You are quite smart."
Lu Fei pursed her lips slightly, not knowing how to respond, so she just said, "That person might be the mastermind behind the monster riot and the serious injury to the head of the Fan family."
"In that case, we can't let it go."
Jian An Ning suppressed her expression and used her fingers as swords, trying to capture Murong Jing alive.
But unexpectedly, Murong Jing's expression became extremely strange. He pointed at Lu Fei and said in disbelief, "How could you?"
As if noticing his respect, Murong Jing quickly changed his words and said, "How could you!"
Lu Fei was baffled, but Murong Jing, on the other side, seemed to have encountered something that completely overturned his worldview. He kept saying, "Impossible, I don't believe it!"
Jane Anning had no intention of letting the murderer go just because he was crazy, and she would not hold back at all when she attacked.
However, perhaps because Murong Jing was too cunning, or for some other reason, Jian An Ning watched the man escape thousands of miles away but was unable to catch up with him.
She looked at her fingertips expressionlessly, her face showing no joy or anger. However, when Lu Fei saw Jian An Ning like this, he felt as if his heart skipped a beat.
An inexplicable feeling and instinctive fear arose together, and the thoughts of wanting to get close to her and wanting to leave her ran parallel.
Lu Fei even felt that there were two souls in his body, and those two souls were fighting for the only body, trying to tear him in half.
Until, that slender jade-like hand gently patted his shoulder.
Her face, which had been expressionless just now, turned into a gloomy one, and as if whispering something, she said to him, "Don't tell anyone."
Don't tell what?
Lu Fei actually hadn't reacted yet, but for some reason, her heart calmed down again, and she subconsciously agreed to Jian An Ning's words.
Jane Anning breathed a sigh of relief.
Of course she knew that she had no chance of catching that evil cultivator. After all, although they were all elders of the Qingyun Sect, she was quite different from the others.
She became the elder by cheating and taking the back door, so of course she didn't have the strength of a real Nascent Soul stage.
Jian An Ning has been quite distressed, especially now that the evil cultivator has disappeared and she doesn't know where he will go to cause harm to the people.
She thought for a while and said, "Let's go back to Jinxi City first. You can also help to clean up the monsters and try to minimize the casualties."
The mindless monster is doomed to be ineffective without the person behind it.
In Jinxi City, Fan Qingyue and Jiang Tan only felt that the fog in the city seemed to have dissipated a little.
The swords in their hands were soaked in the blood of monsters. The undried blood dripped onto the ground along the blood troughs and flowed all over the ground with their footsteps.
"Did our killing of the monsters have any effect?" Fan Qingyue said after thinking for a while.
Jiang Tan snorted and said, "Have you forgotten what Master said? There are demonic cultivators behind this, how could it be so simple?"
"Don't take it lightly."
The other side.
Murong Jing almost ran away crawling. He was not afraid of Jian An Ning, but was shocked as to why "he" was with Jian An Ning?
The mountain stream flowed slowly, reflecting Murong Jing's panicked appearance.
He took out a skull from his storage bag. The skull looked very old, but it had been well preserved, and the bones had become as textured as jade.
He bit his fingertip, and bright red blood dripped onto the white bones.
After a while, the blood was absorbed.
The calm stream suddenly became turbulent without any wind, disrupting Murong Jing's reflection, and then reorganized into another shape.
Murong Jing could see that his reflection in the stream was no longer himself, but a person whose facial features could not be seen clearly.
"Why is he with that woman!" Murong Jing almost questioned his reflection.
"He should be our hope, our seed, our faith. How could he be with that woman?"
The reflection in the stream suddenly smiled, and the next moment it transformed into Jian Anning. She pointed at her cheek and said, "Are you talking about her?"
Murong Jing felt physically uncomfortable the moment he saw that face. He quickly turned his head away and said, "His inheritance told me that woman has ruined many things."
"So, what?"
The reflection in the stream spoke word by word, its voice becoming harsh and sharp: "If you want to get your hope, seeds and faith, you must do as I command, otherwise, you will get nothing."
Murong Jing shuddered, as if threatened by the reflection's words. He even lowered his head and said, "But I couldn't take 'him' away."
The reflection snorted coldly, as if he was very dissatisfied with this, but still said: "I guessed that you don't have the ability to snatch the seeds from her."
"You need to do one more thing now."
Murong Jing raised his head slightly, looked at his reflection in the water, and said, "What do you need me to do?"
"She has two more disciples in Jinxi City." The reflection paused slightly, and the next moment, murderous intent appeared.
"Kill them all."
The next moment, in Jinxi City, the fog that had originally dispersed began to condense again.
The mist seemed to draw strength from the human corpses, gradually condensing into a blood-red figure, like a ferocious beast choosing its prey.
Jiang Tan and Fan Qingyue stood back to back, both looking a little solemn.
"Why do I feel like the more I kill them, the more of them there are?" Fan Qingyue said uneasily, the long sword in his hand almost turning scarlet.
Jiang Tan frowned and said in a heavy tone, "Perhaps the person behind this is preparing to burn his boats."
As soon as Jiang Tan finished speaking, he saw the blood-colored mist rolling up the various corpses on the ground, piecing them together into a huge and weird shape, and attacking them with a clear target.
Fan Qingyue did not dare to be careless. He held a long knife in his hand and rushed forward before the corpses were completely put together.
Jiang Tan put away his sword and stood on a high place. He made hand gestures in the air, summoned a longbow, and attacked the gap between the corpses that had not yet healed.
The brilliant light of magic, the sound of explosions, and the sound of arrows breaking through the air razed the surrounding streets to the ground, and smoke and dust rose up, covering a huge figure.
But whether it was Jiang Tan or Fan Qingyue, the expressions on their faces were very ugly.
Because they noticed that the momentum of the thing before them was increasing instead of decreasing.
In an instant, the blood-colored mist turned into an extremely thin needle and rushed down from the center of the smoke.
The next moment, the smoke and dust dissipated, revealing a huge figure made up of countless corpses, and above that figure, two scarlet eyes opened.
"Junior Sister," Fan Qingyue frowned deeply and said, "Is it my illusion? Why do I feel like this thing seems to have life?"
"It's probably not an illusion."
The monster made up of corpses smashed down its fist as big as a small hill towards them, causing the ground to crack and sink. The huge fluctuation of spiritual power broke all the trees within a radius of ten miles.
"How is this possible?" Fan Qingyue stood in mid-air, long sword in hand. "Giving life to the inanimate, how could this be the magical power of a demon cultivator?"
"Bang bang"
There were only two loud noises, and the monsters attacked Jiang Tan and Fan Qingyue from both sides.
“But it happened.”
Jiang Tan bent his bow, condensed his spiritual power into an arrow, and attacked the monster again.
Countless mists rushed towards this place, as if the monster was trying its best to kill everyone here.
Jiang Tan and Fan Qingyue, who were in the middle of it, did not notice anything unusual, but people in other places in Jinxi City had already noticed something was wrong.
Fan Zhengyu came out of the Fan Mansion with a cold expression on his face, holding a sheathed long sword in his hand, and silently walked towards the direction where the fog gathered.
However, a young girl stopped him and said, "Brother, now that the fog has gone, shouldn't we go and rebuild Jinxi City?"
Fan Zhengyu didn't even glance at Fan Shiliu, and just said, "We have to kick that trespasser out first."
The next moment, he turned into a beam of light and disappeared, leaving only Fan Shiliu standing there.
She took out a palm-sized mirror from her clothes that she had bought from the gouache shop and tilted her head to look at herself in the mirror.
Her face was clean. The blood that had just been spilled on her face had been completely washed away at some point.
Fan Shiliu wiped the dusty mirror, sat in front of the door of Fan Mansion, and looked up at the unknown distance.
Where the fog gathered, Jiang Tan and Fan Qingyue both showed signs of fatigue. No matter how hard they tried, the monster that was obviously alive showed no sign of dying. Instead, their spiritual power was almost exhausted.
"No, if we continue like this, we will be exhausted to death." Fan Qingyue stuck his long sword into the ground, barely supporting his body.
Jiang Tan certainly realized this.
Her face was solemn, her eyes flashed, she gripped the longbow in her hand, and opened her mouth to start chanting the spell.
However, the spell was interrupted just as it began.
I saw a dazzling white light coming from not far away and hitting the monster made up of corpses.
Jiang Tan felt a familiar aura from the white light and secretly breathed a sigh of relief. She didn't want to use this thing unless it was absolutely necessary.
He then pulled Fan Qingyue, who was still trying to rush forward, to the side and looked back to see who was coming.
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