A sword to the throat
The one who came onto the battlefield was actually the king of the ghost clan.
No one present expected him to show up suddenly.
In the world of magic, high-level magicians and mid-level and low-level magicians are not even on the same level. Not to mention the strongest king, the gap between them is even greater than that between humans and dogs.
A great magician of this level can kill a group of people with just one spell.
Jing Li's eyes darkened, he called away his soldiers and took the initiative to meet them.
She laughed sarcastically: "What brings you here?"
Ghost Lord's expression was gloomy. He knew that if two masters fought, the people below would suffer. He also withdrew his soldiers and bowed to her in a gentlemanly manner. "Excuse me, my rudeness."
It's rude to say it, and even more rude to do it.
No matter how powerful Wu Jiaer was just now, he had not reached that level after all. Jing Li would be relatively restrained when releasing magic, so that it would not affect the outside world too much.
Seeing that Ghost Lord had pulled Wu Jiaer to a safe place, he opened fire without any regard.
In other words, safety in the eyes of Ghost Lord.
Jing Li didn't expect him to be so rude right from the start. He glanced at a few classmates and accepted the challenge.
"Open the protective shield." Jing Hong said.
Yan Ning was already standing next to him. Upon hearing this, he grumbled, "Do you need to say that? Xi Zhou has already started."
He was stunned. He looked around but didn't notice anything. Then, using his spiritual power to observe carefully, he realized that a subtle amount of spiritual energy was flowing slowly around everyone. "We trained alone for a month before coming here, right? In just this month, Xi Zhou has even built such a powerful protective shield?"
Yan Ning was very proud, as if she was the only one who could achieve such an achievement. "Several of us have specifically sought out Xi Zhou for a sparring match."
Jinghong: ...
Perhaps it was because the demons were weak in camaraderie, so they couldn't really resonate. Jing Hong found it hard to understand this train of thought. He hadn't defeated Xi Zhou, so he didn't know what he was so proud of.
Yan Ning doesn't care.
She snorted and chuckled, skipping the topic. She quietly stared at Wu Jiaer, who had retreated to the backline, and said, "This person cannot be left here."
After these years, Yan Ning and others are no longer so resistant to killing and can look at it calmly.
Xi Zhou agreed and quickly gave a rough guide. "Lu Lanting, Yan Ning, and I will disrupt their soldiers, and you two will go kill Wu Jiaer. She's already a ghost this time, so I don't think she'll survive a second time."
Before Jing Hong could say anything, Xu Sui'an rolled his eyes and said, "It's clear that you three still don't want to kill anyone."
Xi Zhou coughed lightly twice, forced himself to change the subject, and made an excuse for himself, "You can't say that. After all, the Tao I found is benevolence. Killing people is detrimental to the Tao."
Look at how high-sounding it is, it sounds so real.
When Yan Ning and Lu Lanting heard this, they nodded in agreement, fearing that they would be a step late. After they finished speaking, the three of them plunged into the enemy group.
Jing Hong smiled and followed him, leaving a message for Xu Sui'an: "Xi Zhou follows Teacher Jing Yu every day, and now she is so eloquent, who can beat her?"
Xu Suian said nothing, but just kept condemning the behavior of the three girls in her heart.
Killing Wu Jiaer was much easier than expected, completely different from a few years ago. Frankly speaking, Wu Jiaer hadn't become weaker, in fact, he had become much stronger.
It's just that the five people present have grown even more. They have grown from flowers in the greenhouse to tough thorns.
Well, it is not ruled out that the progress of the five of them has not been so obvious over such a long time, and in fact Wu Jiaer is getting weaker and weaker.
Although the soldiers protecting Wu Jiaer were indeed formidable, their coordination was better. Furthermore, for some unknown reason, Wu Jiaer didn't have much protective gear on him.
One sword to the throat.
When her blood splattered on the ground, Ghost Lord hadn't noticed yet, still busy fighting with Jing Li. By the time he realized it, it was too late.
He no longer had the slightly apologetic demeanor of a gentleman. His eyes were completely red, and he was screaming and roaring like a madman.
Seeing this, Jing Li stopped attacking and stepped forward. "What use would a living Wu Jiaer be to you? Is he promising you benefits or threatening you? It's not something that a Demon Lord like me can't do."
Xu Suian was very understanding. He immediately took out a loudspeaker and sang a meditation song. Although it was not very pleasant to listen to, the effect was particularly good with the blessing of the magical instrument.
The Ghost Lord quickly calmed down, looked tired, and sat down on the ground and sighed.
"Alas. Wu Jiaer locked up my daughter, and for the sake of her, I had no choice but to obey. Now she's dead, and I can never find her again."
Xi Zhou thought for a moment and asked, "Is there anything that carries your daughter's scent? Perhaps I can help you find it."
The Ghost Lord agreed.
In fact, he didn't have any expectations at all. After all, how could he expect a little girl to do something that he himself couldn't do?
But even if there is only a slight possibility, Ghost Lord does not want to give up, and there is no loss in accompanying them for two days, so he might as well give it a try.
Of course, he didn't know how effective Xi Zhou's sensitivity to the elements was.
Led by Gui Zun, Xi Zhou, Yan Ning and Lu Lanting arrived at his daughter's room.
Close your eyes and carefully look for the elemental rhythm that only a person can have.
The elements of people and objects are similar; they are never singular, but rather a combination of multiple elements in a logical way. The most distinctive element among these elements is usually the one that the person is most adept at. This could be one element or many.
Once something existed, traces would remain. It was indeed difficult to determine the owner based solely on traces. However, Lu Lanting had mastered the art of time and space, allowing them to briefly revisit the room's image and elemental state from several months prior, thereby determining which trace belonged to the Ghost Lord's daughter.
Xi Zhou acted quickly and started trying to find it after confirming it.
It had indeed been a long time since the incident, and it was quite difficult to find, no less difficult than finding an ice rink in the tropics.
Fortunately, Xi Zhou wasn't impatient; she was patient and not afraid of making the wrong choice. After searching four or five different ways, and encountering no fewer than ten magic hat shops, she finally found the right direction.
Wu Jiaer hid the Ghost Lord's daughter deep within the Nether Valley, where the sky meets the stars. It was also the birthplace of the entire Ghost Clan. It was now considered a sacred site for worship, and therefore no one was allowed in.
Ghost Lord followed the three of them, intending to stop them, but ultimately didn't. He simply frowned, crossed his arms, and said, "My trusted aides and I have been here before, but we didn't find anything."
Probably because he believed that there was no one inside, and he didn't like outsiders coming in, Ghost Lord's tone was not very good, and it was full of strong doubt.
The three of them had long been accustomed to the pressure from those in power, and were immune to Ghost Lord's hints. They didn't care at the moment. Furthermore, they all believed that Xi Zhou's feelings were correct.
"How about it?"
Seeing Xi Zhou walking around the altar three or five times without figuring out what was going on, Lu Lanting finally couldn't help but ask.
"That girl is here, but she's not here either." Xi Zhou explained simply, "The ghost tribe has infinite unknowns, which is equivalent to infinite possibilities. That girl is here, but she is in other possibilities."
Yan Ning understood. "Similar to the Nether Valley, you might inexplicably appear in other time and space in the middle of the night?"
Xi Zhou nodded and closed his eyes to comprehend.
Suddenly, she felt her eyeballs getting hot, like a towel scalded with hot water applied to her face.
If we look at it from the perspective of Yan Ning and others, it is easy to find that Xi Zhou has overcome another hurdle in the use of spiritual energy and reached a new level.
The meridians in his body seemed to be dredged, and the warm and comfortable elements passed through it and returned to Xi Zhou's eyes, making his ears and eyes clear.
The heat gradually dissipated, and Xi Zhou saw the differences in elements more clearly. Even the world became easier for her to understand.
She studied it for a while, then suddenly exclaimed in surprise, "I found it!"
This time, the possibility lies neither in the jumping space, nor in the past or future. Instead, it lies in the cracks of the elements, in the cage formed by magic particles.
"It doesn't look like the work of a magician. It should be naturally formed. Maybe Wu Jiaer imprisoned the girl here by chance." Xi Zhou analyzed.
After listening to her clear and logical explanation, Gui Zun finally felt hopeful and thought that these three little girls might be able to do it.
Xi Zhou carefully unraveled the formation formed by magic elements and finally found the Ghost Lord's daughter in a star.
As soon as their daughter was released, the father and daughter hugged each other excitedly and refused to separate.
Now the Ghost Lord is satisfied, and the Demon Lord Jingli is also satisfied. There is no need to fight a war anymore. This is a great thing.
Ghost Lord would risk everything for his daughter, and now that he had just rescued her, he solemnly thanked them. "If you need me next time, just call me."
Everyone is looking for reinforcements, and different races will not be enemies forever, so there is naturally no reason not to respond.
They returned home happily, and Gui Zun finally had the leisure to ask about Xi Zhou and the other unfamiliar faces.
"I'm an exchange student." Jing Li answered with a smile.
Be proud of your own vision.
The Ghost Lord then remembered, "We in the Ghost Clan also have an exchange student, but I never really cared about the people under me, so I didn't pay much attention to him. That person... I remember his name was Fu Linyuan?"
"Really? I don't think I've seen them." Jing Li only remembered nine exchange students.
"Yes, he died saving someone two years ago." Yan Ning pursed his lips and answered.
Ghost Lord didn't care much. The so-called outpouring of spiritual energy was a distant prospect. He thought, "That child was a ghost who became one halfway through life. His bloodline isn't very pure..."
"So what?" Jing Li interrupted Ghost Lord and said bluntly, "No matter what bloodline he has, I can use it."
Ghost Lord was stunned for a moment, then thought about what Xi Zhou had done today and laughed heartily: "The Demon Lord is really thoughtful, I am too narrow-minded."
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