On the other hand, Linghu Lan was unharmed. Firstly, Shenji was distracted and protecting her, and secondly, Linghu Lan had already inscribed a protective barrier to shield everyone.
Yinghua was backfired by the tower's light, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and the sword light immediately weakened.
A dark mist rose in his dark eyes as he coldly stared at Shenji. The mist surged from his eyes and quickly enveloped him.
Shenji frowned and summoned the Demon-Slaying Tower again. No matter what Yinghua did, he would just suppress her. However, there seemed to be something strange in the black mist. Even though Shenji had clearly pushed the black mist away from his body, he still lost sight of Yinghua in a flash.
Suddenly, a winding path appeared before them.
The path is lined with lush bamboo groves.
Ji Liang stood at the other end of the path and waved to him: "Master, come quickly, there's something good here."
Shenji silently watched Ji Liang without making a move.
A blush of girlish annoyance rose on Ji Liang's face as she pouted and said coquettishly, "Master, why aren't you here yet? Don't you like me anymore?"
Shenji remained calm, his gaze passing over Jiliang and looking deeper into the bamboo forest. He said indifferently, "Sect Master Ying, I have heard that the illusion techniques of Dream Spirit Island are ancient secret arts passed down from the primordial era. They are righteous and honorable techniques for subduing demons. Why have they become low-class evil arts in the hands of Sect Master Ying?"
Ji Liang looked at Shenji strangely, his mouth agape. He laughed and said, "Master, what nonsense are you talking about? There's no one else around."
With an innocent look on her face, Ji Liang crouched down and walked into the depths of the bamboo forest. As she walked, she suddenly turned around, and her whole body, along with the bamboo leaves on the forest, transformed into silver needles that pierced towards Shenji from all directions.
Shenji lowered his head. The ground beneath his feet was no longer brown, but countless ghostly hands that held his legs tightly, rendering him unable to move.
Shenji closed his eyes, chanted a few times, and the Demon-Slaying Tower in his hand shone brightly. Countless ghostly hands were severed and roared as they fell unwillingly into the abyss.
The bamboo forest and bamboo leaves, all cool and shady, turned to ashes under the light of the Demon-Slaying Tower. The black mist in front of them gradually dissipated, finally revealing Yinghua's slightly pale face.
"You lost!" Shenji's voice was icy. "You really did steal the illusion magic of Dream Spirit Island and destroy it."
The black mist in Yinghua's eyes dissipated, and his body swayed precariously. He had secluded himself for a hundred years to cultivate, believing he would emerge invincible, but he hadn't expected to be no match for Shenji. "So what if you lost? You still couldn't save Dream Spirit Island, could you?"
When Shenji arrived at the scene, the murderer had already disappeared. Only his junior sister, who had given birth to a daughter, was left. She handed the child to him and begged him to raise her.
This matter has always been a regret in Shenji's heart.
Shenji's dark eyes were devoid of emotion. "I failed to save Dream Spirit Island, but you also failed to obtain all of Dream Spirit Island. Otherwise, you wouldn't have gone to such lengths to set up such a trap, waiting for the descendants of Dream Spirit Island to walk right into it."
Yinghua shut her mouth, a cold glint flashing across her face as she stared menacingly at Shenji.
Shenji, unwilling to waste words with him, silently raised the Demon-Slaying Tower. The tower shone brightly, soaring into the sky and transforming into an enormous tower that crashed down upon Yinghua with a deafening roar.
Ying Hua bravely charged forward, supporting himself with the Heaven-Splitting Sword. The sword's light flickered slightly before being swallowed by the long dragon, and the Heaven-Splitting Sword vanished abruptly. No matter how Ying Hua tried to summon it, it wouldn't reappear. Ying Hua could only watch helplessly as the enormous tower shadow slammed down upon him.
twenty three
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