[Who knows right from wrong] She is not a mantis trying to stop a chariot
Ming Luo's expression suddenly changed.
"not good!"
The two looked at each other and simultaneously took defensive stances.
"clank--!"
Two sharp poisonous arrows pierced through the screen, carrying with them the cold wind, and shot towards Zhou Suyao's eyebrows and dantian at an extremely tricky angle.
The deadly sense of crisis made her hair stand on end.
This time the target is still her, and she wants to be killed.
"careful!"
Ming Luo screamed and subconsciously wanted to rush over, but the distance was too far, and the two arrows were already very close to Zhou Suyao.
At this critical moment, the instinct for survival overwhelmed all distractions. Her body leaned back in an extremely awkward position, and two arrows just happened to grazed her face.
There were two more clangs, and the poisonous arrow suddenly pierced the wall behind her, instantly corroding the mahogany jade carving into a small hole that emitted black smoke. She didn't dare to think that if the arrow had pierced her body, she would probably not even have a chance to turn things around.
Just when she breathed a sigh of relief, she suddenly heard the sound of "clang" again.
She looked up suddenly.
This arrow was infused with an unknown amount of spiritual power. The entire shaft was surrounded by a terrifying black mist, heading straight for her heart.
She closed her eyes subconsciously.
At this critical moment, there was a "buzz" sound.
The white jade talisman given to Zhou Suyao by her second senior brother shattered on her chest. The huge recoil force made a fishy and sweet taste surge in her throat, and she fell to the ground suddenly.
"Suyao!"
Ming Luo wanted to step forward, but she stopped him urgently: "Don't move!"
The next moment, the door and half of the wall were shattered by a tremendous surge of spiritual energy. Amidst the wood chips and rubble, a tall figure, emitting a suffocating aura, walked in like a demon.
The person who came wasn't Xuan Yangming, but a skinny old man Zhou Suyao had never seen before. He wore a Taoist robe with a hideous ghostly face, his eye sockets were deep, and in his hand was a bone staff wrapped in a thick aura of death. His pupils were a chilling grayish-white.
"Elder Feng Jiuchu...why is it you?" Ming Luo, standing aside, looked incredulous, his voice trembling, "You..."
"You told me about Master's abnormality and told me about Ning Qinggui's history. So, you were waiting for this moment?"
The old man remained silent, saying only, "Miss Mingluo, I'm only following the Sect Master's orders. Please return to the mountain immediately. As for this girl," he pressed the tip of his bone staff hard against Zhou Suyao's shoulder, then smiled a sinister smile as he listened to her wails. "Kill her on the spot, and bring her soul back to the Xincong Sect."
As soon as he finished speaking, a chilling yin energy gushed out from the white bone staff in the old man's hand. This yin energy carried an incredible suppressing force, which caused the messenger bird that Zhou Suyao had just condensed with spiritual energy to suddenly dissipate.
The air in her lungs was taken away, and she felt her vision growing darker and darker.
Is it really going to die?
At this critical moment.
The cold sound of a sword instantly cut through the chill in the room. The golden sword energy, with its sharpness that could cut through everything and pure yang energy like the scorching sun, arrived first and hit the bone staff that was pressing down on Zhou Suyao's shoulder with precision.
The deafening sound of metal clashing suddenly rang out.
At that moment, Feng Jiuchu felt a surge of extraordinary energy surging from his staff. That power was a natural nemesis for the Yin Gong he practiced. He groaned and retreated repeatedly, his gray-white pupils revealing fear for the first time.
With this unexpected change, the oppressive force wrapped around Zhou Suyao suddenly disappeared. She took a deep breath and quickly condensed a sound-transmitting bird with her fingertips. After doing this, she looked up and finally saw the person coming.
The man was dressed in a dark, powerful suit. The longsword in his hand radiated a faint golden glow. On his shoulder stood an embroidered golden Qilin, its eyes blind. In the dim light, the Qilin seemed to come alive, exuding a majestic air that looked down upon the world.
The person who came was Qi Jie.
He tilted his head slightly and quickly glanced at the disheveled Zhou Suyao on the ground. After confirming that she was fine, his eyes were fixed on the person in front of him. His voice was colder than his sword, with an undisguised murderous intent.
"Elder Jiuchu, you look like a rat in the gutter under Xuan Yangming's seat, are you worthy of wearing this Taoist robe?"
Seeing who it was, the shock on Elder Jiuchu's face instantly faded, replaced by a playful smile. He said in a hoarse voice, "So it's the Second Young Master of the Qi Family. I'm sorry for not welcoming you. But Rao Tiandao is really overreaching! This is an internal matter of the Xincong Sect. We need to clean up the mess and apprehend the culprit who trespassed into the underworld and disrupted the competition. Are you, Rao Tiandao, really going to interfere in such a trivial matter?"
"Internal affairs?" Qi Jie's smile became even more sarcastic. The Pure Yang Sword Qi was like a golden flame, dispelling the coldness around him. "You colluded with the Yin Ghost, opened the Yin and Yang Road without permission, and killed the newcomers of various sects. I accepted you today, which can be regarded as justice for the heavens!"
"Arrogant!" Elder Jiuchu's eyes flashed with ferocity. Knowing that words were useless, he slammed his bone staff to the ground.
"boom--!"
A chilling, deadly aura, even stickier and more sinister than before, erupted completely, instantly filling the room with a thick layer of frost. Zhou Suyao saw Ming Luo groan, the Tongsheng Seal beneath his collarbone glowing red, and then Ming Luo fainted.
Her heart suddenly sank to the bottom.
This is the Tongsheng Seal mentioned by Mingluo. Once the person who casts the spell needs it, the Tongsheng Seal will be activated.
But...shouldn't the one who cast the spell be Xuan Yangming?
Why now...
She had no time to think as the frost spread at a visible speed, reaching her feet in no time. Beside her, the golden flame emanating from Qi Jie's pure Yang sword energy burned tenaciously, the two spiritual energies clashing against each other, emitting a teeth-grinding gurgling sound.
Taking advantage of the gap between the two people's fight, she immediately condensed a protective spell for Ming Luo who had fainted beside her.
Unexpectedly, her action immediately attracted the attention of Elder Jiuge. A terrifying arc appeared on the corner of his mouth, and the staff in his hand spun violently, carrying a black yin energy, and quickly pointed at her.
"Oh, you can't even protect yourself, and you still have the time to care about others?"
The huge airflow knocked her back dozens of meters, and she slammed hard against the wall. Blood quickly seeped out from the wound on her lower abdomen that had not yet fully healed.
"Zhou Suyao!"
Seeing Zhou Suyao fainting beside him, Qi Jie roared in anger, veins bulging on his forehead, and the sword soaked with abundant yang energy stabbed fiercely at the ghostly Feng Jiuchu.
This sword was fast and fierce, containing all his will and strength, and it was his real life-and-death attack.
The hideous smile on Elder Jiuchu's face froze instantly!
“Buzz!!”
At this critical moment, an indescribable pressure, as if coming from the heavens above, descended without any warning.
All of Qi Jie's attacks rebounded back onto his body. The huge impact made him feel as if all his ribs were shattered, and black blood spurted out of his mouth and nose.
Elder Jiuchu's movements also froze instantly. The resentment and murderous intent on his face were replaced by extreme fear. His body trembled uncontrollably, and he fell to his knees with a thud, stumbling with his head. His voice was filled with endless fear:
"Zong...sect leader."
"That's enough."
A calm yet cold voice rang out in everyone's mind, as clear as a whisper:
"You can't even beat a kid. Where did all the Dao you swallowed go?"
“I…I…”
Feng Jiuchu's voice was shaking like a sieve. He knelt on the ground, and his forehead hit the cold floor tiles heavily, making a dull sound.
Zhou Suyao opened her eyes with difficulty and propped herself up from the wall. The wound on her lower abdomen was still torn, soaking through her gray plain clothes, but even so, she forced herself to lift her eyelids and look into the slightly distorted space.
The person who came was the leader of Xincong Sect, Xuan Yangming.
"Sect Master... Sect Master, please calm down..." Feng Jiuchu was still explaining, but the trembling of his voice made his explanation seem too pale. "It is my incompetence, but I just want to..."
"Shut up."
Xuan Yangming didn't even look at him. The two words floated down lightly, but they made Feng Jiuchu's whole body wilted. He couldn't even maintain a kneeling posture and could only collapse to the ground in pain.
His eyes slowly swept across the messy scene.
When he passed by the unconscious Ming Luo, his gaze did not linger for a moment, as if Ming Luo was just an insignificant object.
It was not until his gaze finally reached Zhou Suyao's face that a crack finally appeared in the depths of his eyes.
"You..." Xuan Yangming said slowly, "You look a lot like her."
Zhou Suyao shuddered, the nightmare image of Ning Qinggui whispering in the mirror and her resolute entry into Qinghui Palace flashing back in her mind. She forced herself to suppress the surging blood and energy, digging her nails into her palms, using the stinging pain to stay awake.
"Who does it look like?" She heard her voice was hoarse. "Does it look like Ning Qinggui, the vessel you personally sacrificed to Dao Moxing a hundred years ago?"
As soon as these words were spoken, the air froze instantly.
Qi Jie suddenly looked up, his eyes filled with disbelief and horror. Feng Jiuchu was so frightened that even his groans stopped.
The calmness on Xuan Yangming's face finally showed a crack. It wasn't anger, but rather displeasure at having his thoughts interrupted.
"You know, there seems to be more to it than I thought."
He raised his hand slightly.
"Well……!"
Without any warning, a huge force suddenly grabbed Zhou Suyao's throat and lifted her up from the ground.
The feeling of suffocation came over me in an instant, and even the pain from the tear in my lower abdomen seemed distant.
"Let her go!"
Qi Jie roared angrily, and the next moment, a cold light flashed, and the room became quiet in an instant.
"Ant."
Xuan Yangming's gaze fell back on Zhou Suyao's face, whose throat was strangled by an invisible force. There was an obsessive concentration in his eyes.
"Now you can continue to tell me," his voice was cold, "what do you know? About Qing Gui, about... Dao Mo Xing? And... what else do you know?"
Zhou Suyao's pupils dilated from suffocation. As her consciousness shrank into a blur, she met the old man's probing gaze, which, amidst the vast mystery and near-death experience, only ignited her desire to survive.
There are still so many mysteries about her that she hasn't figured out, God will definitely not be willing to kill her.
Since she is not dead, there is still room for maneuver!
Just as she was trying to gather her spiritual power into her fingertips, a groan of extreme pain suddenly came from the side. The two looked over and saw Ming Luo using Qi Jie's sword to pierce Feng Jiuchu's heart.
It’s Mingluo!
She had no idea when she woke up, her hands were trembling slightly, her chest was heaving violently, and her face and clothes were covered in blood.
There was even some blood that splashed into her eyes.
But all this, under the absolute suppression of Xuan Yangming's spiritual power, seemed to be just a mantis trying to stop a chariot.
Xuan Yangming easily dodged her next sword strike, not even moving a finger, as an invisible magical force froze her movements like ice. Even more terrifying, the red seal beneath her collarbone glowed a terrifying crimson light, and then, at a visible speed, the spiritual energy surrounding her was completely absorbed by the seal.
Blood flowed from the corner of Mingluo's mouth and his eyes slowly closed.
The blood on her body was a mess, and it was no longer clear who it belonged to.
"No--!"
Zhou Suyao's eyes were bloodshot and her body was twisted. Even though she knew it was all in vain, she still tried to struggle, praying for the last bit of life.
Xuan Yangming looked at her desperate look and smiled coldly. His boots stepped over the broken wood chips and finally stopped in front of Zhou Suyao, looking down at her.
"Resistance is futile," he said calmly. "It was so a hundred years ago, and it's still so today."
"By the way," he continued, this time with a teasing smile on his face, "I know what you're waiting for, but..."
He stretched out his hand towards Zhou Suyao, and in his palm, a sound-transmitting bird had already fainted.
"What's the point of starting a resistance that's bound to have no end?"
He smiled softly again, but there was no warmth in this smile.
"Then, let's go back to Xincong Sect together."
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