Chapter 72 What Dirty Thing
Lin Du actually often wondered, why do people live?
Life is boring, but when I really want to die, I am extremely afraid.
Therefore, in order to live and live well, some people risk their lives to throw away all their bottom line, all their conscience, and deprive others of their lives and advantages.
To the Heavenly Dao, the 197 people who entered the Lanju Realm were all people who should have died long ago. They were things that should not exist and would definitely be wiped out directly.
Lin Du couldn't even use the formation of sending ghosts into the underworld because the underworld would not accept them.
She asked, "Why do we have to live?"
"You don't hesitate to devour the flesh and blood of innocent people, live a life neither human nor ghost, and suffer endlessly. Is life really that good?"
Qi Zhun spoke up, "Aren't you trying so hard to stay alive? Otherwise, your body would have died a long time ago, right?"
Lin Du nodded, "Yeah, I should have died a long time ago."
As she spoke, she withdrew from consciousness with an expressionless face, and then raised her hand to completely wipe out the ghost.
Mo Lin arrived at this time. He was running fast with a sword and a staff in his hand. Through the induction of the disciple token, he ran towards the direction of the golden light. The floating woman in white followed behind him.
He was sweating profusely from running in the winter, which was rare for a cultivator in the Tengyun Realm.
"Master Junior! I'm here to save you..."
But the scene before him made him stop in his tracks. The voice, which was full of tension, sadness and haste, came to an abrupt halt and even made an inexplicable turn at the end.
"You~you are..."
The young man in the scarlet robe stood in the golden light. The dark metal embroidery on the robe reflected a cool glow under the golden light. It was a pattern of pine and crane. She was used to wearing loose clothes, but she could still feel the straight back under the wide robe.
Junior Master usually has no manners and doesn't know how to sit. If it were someone else, it would look like she's sloppy, but on her, it seems like she's elegant and carefree, probably because of her straight spine.
Not far opposite her was a "corpse" lying. There was no sign of life on the corpse, and even the chest was sunken, showing that the corpse had suffered great shock and pain before death.
Compared with the scene in front of him, Mo Lin would rather believe for a while, "Senior Brother, Junior Uncle was captured by a monster."
When Lin Du heard his question, he turned his head lazily to look at him, and his voice unconsciously carried some anger, "Hmm?"
Just as Shao Fei was about to speak, he met Lin Duheng's gaze.
The gaze was cold, without any warmth. The eyes were distinctly black and white, but the inside was as bleak as a heavy snowfall on a cold night in the city. No one could look directly at the chilly wind that blew over from the north in winter.
Shao Fei was startled, and saw Lin Du raising his hand. When he turned around, he revealed the formation in front of her, as well as a thin layer of dark black that was suppressed by the formation.
Mo Lin thought his junior uncle had been captured by that look, and subconsciously pointed the sword and staff in his hand at Lin Du, "Get out! What kind of monster dares to possess the body of our Supreme Sect's disciple?"
Lin Du's gaze shifted from Shao Fei to Mo Lin, his face expressionless, neither sad nor happy, his tone cold, "Which monster? It's your weak and incapable junior master who was captured by the monster."
Mo Lin put away his sword and stick. It was a close call. He almost thought that his junior master was possessed by a monster. As soon as he opened his mouth, he could tell that he was his junior master. There was no doubt about it.
Although the tone was a bit cold, the words were indeed something only Junior Master could say.
"Master Junior, you are not possessed by any dirty thing."
Lin Du rubbed his fingers and said, "Yes."
Mo Lin was about to move forward when he heard the sword and stick move forward again.
Lin Du laughed in anger, lowering his eyes to look at the sword stick that almost swept his chin, "Master nephew, I know you are a simple-minded person, but can you let go of that simple-mindedness sometimes?"
Mo Lin saw the smile on his junior uncle's face that did not show any joy and that was tinged with a hint of impatience. He was completely certain that it was indeed his junior uncle.
That was how she smiled in front of the inner room window on New Year's Eve, even the curve was correct.
There is no doubt about it, it is indeed Junior-Master Uncle himself.
He put away his sword stick. The sword stick was very long, and each time it swept across, it covered a very wide area. He was used to it in sword practice, so he subconsciously turned it in an arc when he came back. He was a straightforward and cheerful person, so he put away the stick with great vigor.
Lin Du could have dodged it by simply leaning back slightly, but the person behind him was not so lucky.
After a muffled sound, Mo Lin felt an obstruction and turned around subconsciously, and saw a figure in white fluttering in the wind and falling to the ground.
This scene looks familiar, but I'm not sure. Let me take another look.
"I'm sorry, Shao Daoyou, are you okay?"
Shao Bin struggled to get up from the ground. She didn't know what was poking her palm and it hurt.
"I'm fine..."
Who would have thought that being so close could be such a risk.
"I'm glad you're okay. It's just that your fellow disciple has some problems." Mo Lin hesitated for a moment, "He doesn't seem to be well."
Not only was the situation not good, but the chest was sunken, and the ghost was almost crushed into thin slices by Lin Du's formation.
Although the ghost has no clear entity, it still occupies a space roughly as big as a person. Now it has been crushed into a piece of thin paper, and it is a piece of paper splashed with ink.
Shao Fei said, "I am not from the same sect as him. I am just a slave under his command. If the fellow Taoists from the Supreme Sect were not here today, I would have risked my life to seek help. I am afraid that I would have become a slave of the evildoer for the rest of my life. I will definitely repay your kindness today..."
While she was talking, Lin Du suddenly realized something was wrong, "What did you just touch?"
A corner of the power of the formation was skewed, just a little bit of the power was skewed.
But the calculation of the formation was extremely precise, and the moment Shao Fei fell out, he instinctively used his Taoist Qi to protect his body, thus bringing out some of the last survivors of the formation.
Therefore, the originally balanced downward force became skewed.
Lin Du almost instantly mobilized his spiritual power, and then quickly tried to replenish the crooked power and balance the formation.
But the thousand-year-old ghost was, after all, a veteran of many experiences. In an instant, it burst out with its original power, broke free from the shackles, and then quickly fell into the body.
"Mo Lin! Kill!" Lin Du blurted out, his voice falling in the cold night, every word like falling hail.
Mo Lin has already taken action. Shao Fei's words are doubtful, but since this person is the one who captured Junior Master Uncle, and Junior Master Uncle ordered him to kill, then he must be killed.
The black gold sword and staff burst out with golden light, carrying with it a righteous and awe-inspiring gust of wind, and headed straight for the person on the ground.
In a flash, Shao Fei cried out in pain, and blood flowed from her seven orifices. She struggled and raised her hands to form a seal, and the man on the ground also swung a palm at this time.
It was an ordinary, not a powerful palm at all.
The sword fell on the man's face without any hindrance, and then with a crackling sound, the sword energy was like a thunder, penetrating the man's soul.
Lin Du had also quickly concentrated all the power of the formation to where Qi Jun was, and used his folding fan to draw the power of the formation and pour it into Qi Jun's body.
The body was broken, the spirit house was destroyed, the soul was annihilated, and the dust fell to the ground.