Chapter 171 With My Soul



Chapter 171 With My Soul

Just as the spikes were about to hit the Wen family, a golden light suddenly flew out from Jia Luo's chest. It was the little Qilin in the jade pendant.

The little Qilin instantly grew larger, its entire body glowing with golden light, blocking all the sharp thorns.

The demon god frowned slightly when he saw this, and snorted coldly: "Humph, you meddlesome beast!"

Having said that, he raised his hand and a bolt of magic lightning struck the little Qilin.

The little Qilin dodged the magic thunder nimbly, circled in the air, and then sprayed a golden flame towards the demon.

"You disgusting stinky thing, my master will definitely kill you!" The little Qilin shouted at the demon.

Taking advantage of this brief chaos, Jia Luo rushed to where his relatives were trapped in a panic.

She searched the light curtain eagerly, her hands constantly practicing magic, injecting her own spiritual power into the peach wood sword, and stabbed it fiercely at the light curtain.

However, the light curtain only rippled a little, without any signs of damage.

Old Master Wen looked at Jia Luo with red eyes and shed tears of heartache.

"Lolo, listen to Grandpa, go quickly and protect yourself. Don't worry about us!"

Jia Luo turned a deaf ear to it and kept using his spiritual power to try to break the halo that trapped his family.

At this time, the Demon God and Lin Lan escaped from the attack of the little Qilin, and they approached Jia Luo again.

The demon god was filled with demonic energy, as if he was going to devour Jia Luo in the next second: "Little girl, your struggle is in vain, today is your burial place!"

Just as the Demon God and Lin Lan approached Jialuo again, Dahua, who had been hiding in the dark, seized the opportunity and swooped down from the beam of the palace with a "meow".

Dahua's body was glowing with light, and its originally soft hair stood up and turned into sharp thorns. It attacked the Demon God and Lin Lan with a whistling sound.

The demon god sensed the attack from behind and dodged to the side, avoiding Dahua's sharp edge. But Lin Lan was not so lucky. She was caught off guard by Dahua's sudden attack. Several sharp spikes pierced into her shoulders and back, causing her to scream in pain.

"You damn beast!" Lin Lan roared angrily and raised his hand to counterattack Dahua.

Jia Luo saw the opportunity and exchanged glances with the little Qilin, and the two of them understood each other.

The little Qilin circled in the air, and gushing golden flames spurted out of its mouth, forming a curtain of fire that temporarily blocked the actions of the demon god.

Jia Luo took advantage of this moment, holding the peach wood sword, and rushed towards Lin Lan like lightning. The peach wood sword was surging with spiritual power and shining brightly.

Lin Lan was about to perform some magic to resist, but he was shocked to find that his spiritual power was blocked due to his injuries.

Before she could react, Jia Luo had already approached her and stabbed her chest with the peach wood sword with endless hatred.

"ah!"

Lin Lan let out a scream and looked at Jia Luo in disbelief, blood gushing out of his mouth.

"How could you... possibly..."

"You have brought this upon yourself!"

Jia Luo said this with gritted teeth, the hatred in his eyes seemed to burn Lin Lan completely.

She exerted force and the sword was pulled away again. Lin Lan fell down limply, without a breath.

After doing all this, Jia Luo's eyes were still filled with hatred. She knew very well that Lin Lan had done many evil things. If she left her soul behind, she would definitely become a puppet of the devil in the future.

Without hesitation, he stretched out his right hand, and the spiritual power in his palm surged, turning into a faint blue light, which went straight into Lin Lan's fallen body.

In just a moment, Jia Luo accurately captured Lin Lan's soul that was trying to escape.

The soul struggled in fear under the cover of the dark blue light, uttering sharp roars in an attempt to break free from its confinement.

Jia Luo remained unmoved, his eyes became colder, the strength in his hands gradually increased, and his spiritual power pierced deep into his soul like a steel needle.

"Go to hell!"

Jia Luo squeezed out these words from between her teeth, and as she clenched her fist suddenly, Lin Lan's soul was crushed inch by inch in the dark blue light, turning into tiny dots of light and dissipating into the air, without any trace left.

The demon god went completely insane when he saw Lin Lan's soul was destroyed: "How dare you kill her! I will tear you into pieces!"

As he finished speaking, the demonic energy around him surged wildly, and rushed towards Jialuo, Little Qilin and Dahua with bared fangs and claws.

Jia Luo was already at the end of his strength at this point, his spiritual power was almost exhausted, his body was covered with wounds, and his steps were a little weak.

But she looked at the crazy demon, straightened her spine, held the peach wood sword in front of her, and leaned on Xiao Qilin and Dahua, preparing for the final battle.

The golden light on the little Qilin became more and more dazzling. It kept spewing golden flames, trying to burn all the monsters that were rushing in.

Dahua also perked up his spirits, with sharp thorns all over his body standing up. He let out a low roar and fought side by side with Xiao Qilin to build a line of defense for Jialuo.

Just as the demon god, wrapped in endless demonic energy, was rushing towards Jialuo and others like a surging black tide, a roar of powerful spiritual power suddenly came from outside the temple.

Jia Luo looked up and saw Wen Heng leading a group of fellow apprentices including Wen Zhi, Fu Jiuhuai, Shi Mo, Ning Qinghe and others.

As soon as Wen Heng entered the temple, he swung the peach wood sword in his hand and directly repelled the evil energy released by the demon god, relieving the pressure for Jia Luo and others for a moment.

Wen Zhi's eyes instantly turned red when he saw the wounded Jia Luo. He rushed forward regardless of everything, wielding the peach wood sword quickly, and repelled the monsters approaching Jia Luo one after another, shouting, "Junior Sister, I'm here to protect you!"

Fu Jiuhuai and Ning Qinghe looked at each other, and they formed seals at the same time with perfect understanding. For a moment, a shining magic circle appeared under their feet. Runes wrapped around the demon like spirit snakes, restricting his movements and causing his attack to stagnate.

However, the demon is very powerful after all. Although he is temporarily suppressed by the crowd, he still resists and struggles.

Jia Luo looked at his master and fellow disciples fighting so hard for him, and his heart was filled with emotion and determination.

She knew that if she didn't completely destroy the demon, her senior brother would never come back.

She looked in the direction of the Wen family and shouted with red eyes: "Dad, Grandpa, Grandma, Master, Brother, you have to wait for me, I will definitely come back!"

Then she looked at her fellow disciples who were struggling with the demon god in the temple. She no longer hesitated and turned to face the demon god.

Regardless of the serious injuries to his body and the exhaustion of his spiritual power, he forcibly circulated the remaining spiritual power in his body, and a strange glow emanated from his body.

"With my spirit, I will trace the source of the spirit and drive away all the evil shadows of the devil." She whispered softly.

As Jia Luo moaned, the strange glow around her became brighter and brighter.

Immediately afterwards, Jia Luo's figure flashed and he rushed towards the demon god like a stream of light.

The moment she approached the demon, her soul slowly separated from her body, transformed into a ray of bright light, and drilled into the demon's body without hesitation.

Everyone was horrified when they saw this and wanted to stop it, but it was too late.

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