Chapter 38 You all in the Supreme Sect are sick!

The originally mournful Xiqin's tune suddenly changed, and it became like a thousand horses galloping, passionate and generous. The interludes between the long notes were like an earthquake when the horses were trampled, causing some sand to fall from the hole blasted by Lin Du's formation.

But no one cared.

Because two ghosts captured two monks.

For these monks who are at most in the Qin state, there is no way to stop the process of seizure.

Only killing.

The four abnormal geniuses from the Supreme Sect had undoubtedly harbored murderous intentions.

The tall young man who originally had a bit of a bookish air had already raised his sword and was ready to fight, while the other female cultivator who was as cute as a fairy swung her whip into a long snake.

And Lin Du, the most gifted person who was looked down upon by everyone before, crushed the last seven intact corpses with his hands, and the sound of crackling continued to ring out.

She was in a leisurely manner, and even clapped her hands calmly after crushing it, and looked up at the person who was still standing in the corner.

"When did it happen? Was it Yan Qing who asked first?"

It was indeed Yan Qing. Yan Qing's sword was not as powerful as Ni Jinxuan's soul-destroying whip. Although the sword energy was strong and could scare the ghost, Jinxuan's whip might have only hit the ghost a little, allowing the ghost to dodge.

Their skills are only enough to sense the approximate location of the ghost.

Yuan Ye sat alone on a pile of bones, completely absorbed in his music. Even his facial muscles were exerting force, and the two strings were rubbed with special passion by the bow held by the young man.

No one knows what a mental attack is better than a sound cultivator.

But the premise is that you don’t hurt people indiscriminately.

The people who were originally in front of Yuan Ye dispersed silently, not wanting to be hurt.

Lin Du suppressed his restlessness and said, "Come out, don't make me say it a second time."

The man sneered and drew out a magic sword. "You told me to come out, so I came out? Why? This body is already mine. So what? Kill me if you dare."

Lin Du said, "You all heard it. He gave in himself."

"Fellow Daoist Lin, wait a minute!" Someone panicked, "This person is a direct disciple of Guiyuan Sect, one of the three major sects. We absolutely cannot do this!"

"The disciple of Guiyuan Sect was so easily taken away by someone?" Lin Du took another step forward. "That's really pitiful."

"Friend Lin!"

Lin Du hummed softly and took another step forward. The spirit sword was already heading straight for the door.

"If Fellow Daoist Lin kills him, I'm afraid he'll get into trouble!"

"Then do you have a better idea? Do you know whether his soul has been swallowed by this old thing?"

Lin Du hates trouble, but she hates threats even more.

Seeing this, the Guiyuan Sect disciple who had blocked the attack earlier also drew out his spiritual sword and blocked the sword for Lin Du from the side, shouting urgently, "Senior Brother Wu Xi, I know you are still here, wake up!"

Lin Du's hand holding the Fu Sheng fan paused and his pupils twitched.

Wu Xi?

Isn't that the fate in Xia Tian Wu Ming?

How old is this guy? Why is he still playing with these kids?

[Yes, Xia Tianwu and Wu Xi’s story originally started with the cold and socially phobic second senior sister and the younger straight-laced little wolfdog.]

Lin Du: ...So this thing can’t die, right?

【He can’t die.】

Lin Du did not miss the system's words. Before she could think about the deeper meaning behind them, Wu Xi had already pushed aside the fellow disciples who were blocking him and ran straight towards Lin Du.

This person is in a perfect state of Qin Xin, and is just one step away from breaking through to the Jindan stage, so he came to this secret realm to wander around and look for opportunities.

Lin Du's cultivation level is one level lower than his.

She frowned. Since she couldn't die now, she might as well beat him to death.

Seeing the spirit sword approaching, Lin Du raised his hand to block the cold sword tip, then opened his folding fan and said, "You won't come out? Then I will beat this man to death, and then I'll see if you want to come out and exchange for a second body."

Her tone was soft and calm, cold and emotionless, like the rustling of snow mist.

Then the Floating Life Fan opened, and the frost climbed up the person's fingertips and wrists inch by inch along the tip of the sword, and then froze the person's entire body at an almost terrifying speed.

The possessed Wu Xi initially tried to use his spiritual power to break away the frost, but to no avail. The extremely cold air penetrated into his pores, causing his muscles and meridians to become stagnant.

The veins on the man's neck and forehead bulged from the exertion, but his muscles were unable to move, and even a thin layer of icy mist covered his eyes.

Unprecedented fear swept through his entire soul, and the soul in his body also seized the opportunity to fight back.

The body couldn't move, and the soul was struggling.

The man's throat made a hoarse sound, like a soul crawling out from under the accumulated ashes, "This is..."

He was answered with a blow to the head.

Even if Qin's state of mind is perfect, what does it matter? Yan Ye said that no one can take her punch under the clouds, so no one can take it.

Lin Du went straight for the person's face.

"Can you come out?"

Lin Du retracted his fist, grabbed the man's throat, and then slowly exerted force. The skin on the back of the pale hand was thin and transparent, with blue veins protruding and running all over it. Although it was so ugly, it was really beautiful like a work of art.

Xiqin's tune became more and more passionate. Ni Jinxuan stood aside with a whip in her hand, "Come out quickly! If you have the guts to rob a man, come out and fight me!"

Lin Du's eyelids twitched and the corners of his lips twitched, but he managed not to laugh.

Several disciples of Gui Yuan Zong were extremely anxious, but no one dared to help.

They all saw with their own eyes how Lin Du crushed the skulls of high-level monks one by one.

They don’t know whether the most gifted person on the Qingyun Ranking is really a sickly person, but he must be a real lunatic.

The young man's face gradually turned purple, and his pupils began to roll up. The hoarse sounds in his throat became heavier, mixed with the sudden long and harsh sound of the Xiqin. A black and gray color silently drilled out through his nostrils and then rushed straight to Lin Du's face.

The ghost was determined to fight, but unexpectedly he failed to break in.

It passed through Lin Du's body in surprise, and Ni Jinxuan seized the opportunity and whipped it to scatter. It turned into ashes that flew up like burnt paper and floated lightly in the air.

The Xiqin began to make a hissing sound, and suddenly it seemed as if invisible sound waves completely destroyed these ghost fragments.

Lin Du then let go of the man's throat, "What's your name?"

The man opened his mouth and felt severe pain in his throat and soul.

Lin Du glanced at the other disciples of Guiyuan Sect and said, "Keep an eye on him. Don't let him walk behind you. After leaving the secret realm, let your elders search for his soul."

Those people nodded obediently.

The sound of whips rang out again on the other side.

Yan Qing used the back of his broadsword to knock the man unconscious. The ghost was disturbed by Yuan Ye's music and was bitten back by his original soul. Cang Huang fled, but his fate was the same as the previous ghost, and he was scattered.

Ni Jinxuan put away the whip, her almond eyes still sparkling, "Little Master, are you tired? Does your hand hurt?"

People who watched the whole process: ...You people in the Supreme Sect are all sick!