Chapter 135 Junior Sister, Please Look at Me More Tenderly and Courting

"Come on, Junior Master, bring glory to Xuan Yuntian!"

"Come on, Junior Master!"

Hearing the loud shouts of Xuan Yuntian's disciples in the audience, Xie Tingyu did not hesitate and immediately cast the ghost spell.

The ghost spells she displayed were always presented in the form of red threads.

But now, in some cases, the situation has changed.

The bone chain with a cold aura was thrown out with a terrifying momentum.

Xie Tingyu's spiritual power seemed to be wrong.

Bai Lingling leaned against the guardrail and looked down. "What's going on? What is that black mist surrounding Ah Yu?"

Ze Lan's eyes reflected the slender figure holding a sword, standing in the whirlwind of spiritual power, her clothes fluttering.

The spiritual power of this female cultivator from Nan Jingyue Island is pure. Once she uses the "Sword of Conscience", the illusion of conscience will cover the entire battlefield.

Xie Tingyu and she stood on either side. Seeing this, Xie Tingyu raised her head and slowly scanned the barrier that was surrounded by spiritual power. The purple-gold light in her eyes was almost uncontrollable. In order to create a state of being invaded by demonic energy, she deliberately released some of the ghost energy in her spiritual sea.

The ghost power was attracted by this method.

Under the influence of the Sword of Questioning the Heart, Xie Tingyu felt the ghost power in her body stirring. Even the souls of Qiu Huan and Li Jue, the old protectors that she had devoured, were struggling in the depths of the spiritual sea.

He wanted to use his last bit of strength to break free from her bondage.

Xie Tingyu raised her lips, maybe in her eyes it was just a flash of ghost power, but in the eyes of many people, she was a person infected by the demonic aura.

The cultivation world has always been jealous of demons, and Xie Tingyu doesn't think these people will let her go easily.

The method Wu Bu said required the help of demons, which would inevitably cause innocent casualties and would also put the title of "Tuiwu Ghost King" in the spotlight.

No matter which method of escape is used, it is not very good.

Combined with the words that the abbot of Fanyin Temple had asked Huineng to pass on, Xie Tingyu could not think of any other way to escape faster.

Something must have happened in the ghost house, but she couldn't just go back like this.

As long as she exists in Xuanyuntian, she will have countless troubles.

It’s a pity that I can’t get rid of Bei Ming Yun Gong and Qiu Qing Yu before going back.

Anyway, she will come back sooner or later, Xie Tingyu comforted herself and heard the whistling of swords in her ears.

Tian Xing Chi Xiao was famous for his violent aura. Other sword energies could hardly break through Tian Xing Chi Xiao's sword aura defense. It was obvious that Xie Tingyu was actively lowering his defense.

She allowed the sword of inquiry of the female cultivator Nan Jing Yuedao to directly question her heart and examine her soul.

Of course, it was her soul that she deliberately revealed so that it could be seen.

The power of the Sword of Integrity was beyond Xie Tingyu's expectations, and it brought out everything she had deliberately revealed.

Through the projection stone, many people in the cultivation world who were paying attention to the Qingyun Society noticed this scene. The sword aura of the Heart-to-Heart surrounded the fighting stage, and black and purple mist rose above the fighting stage.

Leaking out from Xie Tingyu's body.

The Sword of Conscience is more about asking questions, and does not cause much actual harm.

It was this trick that was not favored by others, but when it came into contact with Xie Tingyu, it produced extremely amazing results.

A huge shadow appeared behind Xie Tingyu. He was wearing a purple-golden python robe, and his long black hair was tied up high with a golden crown. His face could not be seen clearly, but only a pair of cold purple-golden eyes could be seen. His body was surrounded by red light, and his aura was terrifying, which showed how powerful and terrifying his owner was, and revealed a kind of unparalleled dignity and majesty.

What followed was a pile of bloody bones emerging from beneath his body, with the skeletons exposed. In the horrified gazes of the crowd, the bones turned into a bone throne, and a huge shadow slowly sat down. With a wave of his wide sleeves, the other bones turned into powder and scattered.

The shadow held a red long sword and a long knife in his hands respectively. A giant python was wrapped around the hilt of the knife. The scales and the python pattern were real and vivid. Suddenly, the snake's tongue flew out. The female cultivator from Nanjing Yuedao was frightened and stepped back subconsciously.

Her heart was beating wildly, and she kept telling herself that this was the image displayed by the Sword of the Heart, and it was all fake.

Xie Tingyu was standing at the very bottom, with a cold expression on her face. When she saw the female cultivator retreating in fear, she smiled strangely.

The appearance of this shadow shocked everyone present. Even the knowledgeable Wang Haichao had never expected that the Sword of Questioning the Heart could cause such a strange phenomenon.

On the fighting stage, black and purple mist and purple and gold light intertwined, forming a magnificent picture.

"What kind of demon is this?"

Yun Heng was sitting peacefully in the main hall, with the island master and elders of Nanjingyue Island beside him. The arrogant look on Yun Heng's face had not changed since he came in, and he was confident of victory.

Because he believed that Xie Tingyu would be able to perform at her best.

But now, she seemed really possessed.

Yun Heng sat up straight, "What kind of swordsmanship is this from your Nanjingyue Island?"

The island owner placed his fingers on the armrest of the chair. "The sword of inquiry is naturally about the inner demon. The inner demon of your disciple is really strong. It is best to investigate it carefully."

"What do you mean? Are you saying that my A-Yu is related to demons?" Yun Heng raised his voice a little when he heard this. The island owner was startled by his surprise.

"What are you crazy about? I'm just giving you advice, why are you feeling guilty?"

"What a joke! Would I feel guilty?" Yun Heng curled up the fingers under his sleeves.

Xie Tingyu was really not like a normal person in this situation. Yun Heng looked eagerly and wanted to break through the projection stone screen to take a closer look at the scene.

Let these old guys who don’t understand shut up.

The moment Yun Heng knew that Ah Yu could cast ghost spells, he thought about many things. The last time the Ghost King Tuiwu showed up, he guessed that Xie Tingyu was Xie Chuyang. He knew that Xie Tingyu had many secrets, but Yun Heng didn't want her to have anything to do with demons.

The world of cultivation does not tolerate monsters and demons. If Xie Tingyuzhen is involved with monsters, he will have no choice but to protect her at the cost of his life.

However, why did she reveal her evil spirit in such a situation?

Why expose such things in public?

Has it been infected by evil spirit? I think so.

There is also the ghost aura from the Tuiwu Ghost King entangled with him.

Yun Heng was torn between his conscience and his desires. The famous Yun Heng Sword Master in the world of cultivation had always been the backbone of Xuan Yuntian, but why was he so panicked when the outcome that he had already deduced was about to come to pass?

Yun Heng sneered, and the discussions in the hall disappeared.

Through the projection stone, the evil spirit on Xie Tingyu was seen by everyone in the cultivation world.

Her fate was destined to be that she would fall from a naturally proud person to one infected by evil spirits.

Wen Zhiyu looked up blankly in the audience, with a rare look of confusion in his eyes.

Bai Lingling grabbed Zelan's sleeve anxiously. Han Xunzhen was standing on the other side of Zelan. He came over at some point and was still breathing heavily. Zelan said nothing.

Cheng Yan held a flame gun, his eyes red and full of disbelief, while Zuo Zicheng held an empty wooden plate, like a wooden man.

The short-haired female cultivator didn't even have time to retract her sharp claws. There was a bloodstain on the right side of her face, and blood was still flowing out. Her eyes were fixed on the direction of Xie Tingyu.

No one expected that Xie Tingyu would reveal such things at the Qingyun Club.

The demonic aura is not tolerated by the world of cultivation, and everyone in the world of cultivation knows it.

Xie Tingyu seemed to sense something and slowly turned her head in the demonic aura. The strange smile on her face disappeared completely and her cold expression reappeared, just like the expression when she first arrived in Xuanyuntian, when she didn't care about anyone.

She didn't know who she was looking at, as the shadow behind her lifted her up.

The thin body was torn apart by the evil spirit.

His body was soon stained with blood.

Xie Tingyu had dealt a heavy hand to him, and if he wanted to hide it from everyone, he had to be serious.

She had already left demonic energy in her body, and then mixed it with ghost power and released it together, and the effect was indeed very good.

There were surprise, joy, regret, and indifference, all kinds of expressions flashed before her eyes. Xie Tingyu also saw grief, an emotion she had never thought of. Was this happening just for her?

Xie Tingyu's vision went blurry, and before she lost consciousness, she saw many shadows rushing towards her.

Xie Tingyu woke up again three days later.

In an empty house, the doors and windows were sealed with formations, with spiritual spells flowing on them.

The moonlight came in through the window, shining coldly on the side of my face.

She had a splitting headache, and every movement of her body pulled at her flesh and blood meridians, causing her extreme pain. Her body was damaged by the evil spirit and ghost energy, and the ghost energy in her soul sea was about to break through the restrictions of the soul sea.

Tianxing Chixiao was not by my side. This was the first time I didn’t touch Tianxing Chixiao after waking up.

Xie Tingyu realized that she was imprisoned.

Because she is infected by evil spirits.

Xie Tingyu raised her lips and her hair fell to her chest. She changed into a new aqua blue inner garment. Xie Tingyu raised her hand and twisted it. The fabric of the inner garment was of the highest quality.

Suddenly, there was a sound outside the door, and someone opened it directly.

A light blue robe caught the eye.

The person who came was Wen Zhiyu.

Wen Zhiyu was holding a bowl of medicine. When he noticed the gaze coming at him, he paused and slowly raised his head.

His eyelashes were thick and dense, and every time he blinked, they seemed to bring up a breeze. His face was pale to the point of being sickly, and his eyes were empty. But when he saw the person in front of him, his eyes suddenly lit up.

Xie Tingyu looked straight at him and smiled with a smile on his face.

He almost dropped the medicine in his hand, and his breath skipped a beat for unknown reason. He quickly walked over to put the medicine on the table, and reached out to hold her in his arms.

But when his hands were halfway extended and about to touch Xie Tingyu's shoulders, he froze and hesitated.

Xie Tingyu's pale face was reflected in Wen Zhiyu's eyes. His eyes were flustered and filled with mist to hide his emotions, but the repressed desire could not be hidden.

The white hand stretched out actively, Xie Tingyu turned sideways, and hugged Wen Zhiyu's body. Her movements were light and gentle, and her fingers gently stroked Wen Zhiyu's back, like a feather caressing water, but causing ripples. Wen Zhiyu's body trembled slightly at the caress.

Immediately, Wen Zhiyu raised his hands and held Xie Tingyu's shoulders. He carefully placed his chin on Xie Tingyu's shoulder, not daring to use any force at all.

She had lost weight in the past few days and her bones were visible. Wen Zhiyu opened her mouth and wanted to speak, but before she could say anything, her emotions collapsed and her tears fell like a kite with a broken string. Some of the tears slid down her cheeks and quickly wet Xie Tingyu's shoulders.

Xie Tingyu felt a sudden chill on his shoulders, and tears welled up like a dam breaking. Xie Tingyu had never seen this person cry so miserably before.

Wen Zhiyu's voice was broken and he sobbed in pain. His slightly hoarse voice spoke for a long time before he finally said a complete sentence, "I thought you would never wake up again."

"It's all my fault. It's all my fault."

Xie Tingyu placed her hand on his chest and gently pushed him away. He lowered his eyes blankly, tiny tears hanging on his eyelashes and traces of undried tears on his face. His pale cheeks now had more color and flushed under her gaze.

Xie Tingyu tilted his head and suddenly gave him a kiss on the lips. The warm lips touched him fleetingly, like a dragonfly touching the water.

But it was this proactive kiss that caused Wen Zhiyu's will to collapse. She could no longer suppress her desires and allowed herself to sink.

He held Xie Tingyu's face carefully, blinking his eyes constantly, and kissed her suddenly with nervousness. His gentleness changed to a different tone, and he rubbed Xie Tingyu's lips with unconditional aggression.

"Junior sister, please look at me more."