Chapter 72: Perhaps it’s an illusion “Ah Qing, we are going to…
"A Qing, where are we running to?" Can Chang was somewhat worried, but he began to feel goosebumps all over just by listening to the rustling sound of the rats.
I hope there aren't so many rats where Jin Aqing wants to go. It's not that Shen Chang is afraid of rats, but there are so many of these creatures and they're hard to kill. No, he really doesn't want to face them.
Jin Aqing only said: "It's just ahead."
As for what was in that place, she herself didn't know.
The natal sword should be in tune with the contractor's mind, but Jin Aqing is certain that the other party has never confessed everything to her.
It doesn’t matter, she doesn’t care much about this matter, but she always feels that she has been involved in a big event.
...What exactly is that firefly-like thing?
After crossing an invisible boundary, the sound of the rats suddenly disappeared.
Zhang Xiangwen looked back and saw countless mice standing silently outside the boundary, their red eyeballs flashing continuously, and they stopped.
As if afraid, or submitting, no mouse came forward.
...Junior sister, we seem to have come to an extraordinary place. Could it be the lair of the Rat King?
In the frighteningly silent mine, the sound of water drops falling to the ground was heard.
“Tick-tock—”
The stone sword was unsheathed and rushed straight into the depths of the mine, without caring about its owner.
What a unique sword, and it looks kind of cool, Zhong Liu thought.
This time the big guy finally stopped running away, and she was pulled from floating in the air to landing on the ground and walking slowly.
Several people continued to move forward in the direction where the stone sword rushed. It was obvious that no one had been active in this mine for a long time.
Can Chang thought about it for a long time but couldn't remember the map of this place. The sound transmission jade talisman was completely unusable. Not to mention sending messages to the outside, he couldn't even take a look at the information stored in it.
Zhang Xiangwen pulled out the black iron sword and cursed him in a low voice: "What use is there for you!"
Can Chang had nothing to say. He was actually not very good at fighting. Even in the business, which was the job of a disciple of the Lingbao Merchant Alliance, he did a mediocre job.
The only thing that can be considered an advantage is that he is lucky in making friends.
Now, his friend was two steps behind, with Jin Aqing standing one in front and one behind, protecting him and the mortal Zhong Liu in the middle.
Jin Aqing called back the nameless sword and walked into the depths of the mine without hesitation.
Shen Chang took out a few night-shining pearls and gave one to each person for lighting.
Two sword cultivators: "..."
He is really rich and powerful. They are both cultivators, but why can he use the Night Pearl casually while they have to consider the materials when making swords? When they think about the fact that the entire mine belongs to him, they feel even more pained.
With the night pearl, some things can be seen more clearly.
It was a thin mist that drifted in from the depths.
Rats, more rats rushed out of the mist.
Jin Aqing raised his hand and swung his sword, splitting the fog and the rats into two halves.
Then they never met again.
Sure enough, as long as the fog is cut off, no new swarms of rats will emerge.
However, the fog itself is not something that is so easy to cut through. This sword can easily cut through the fog, but Jin Aqing has tried many times before and has never succeeded.
...natural enemy?
The sound of dripping water was incessant, echoing in the empty mine, as if it were everywhere.
Jin Aqing raised her eyes.
She had seen the flickering starlight and the swarms of rats that guarded the stars like subjects.
So that's how it is.
Although they didn't know the principle, they could still see clearly the whole process of ordinary mice beginning to transform under the starlight.
Zhang Xiangwen only said one sentence: "I thought only fish could undergo such a transformation."
The fish leaps over the dragon gate, and from then on, the bloodline is renewed and it ascends to heaven in one day.
Then the two fellow disciples rushed forward in perfect harmony.
The two completely different sword energies engulfed the surrounding pebbles and gravel, raising clouds of dust that could not conceal the murderous intent.
The sword is the king of all weapons.
Among the many sects, sword cultivation is the one that focuses on killing.
Zhong Liu and Can Chang, two weak fighters, consciously retreated to the side to protect themselves so as not to cause trouble to the two sword cultivators.
Otherwise, if you have to take care of them while they are fighting, wouldn't you be timid and afraid to act rashly?
When Zhong Liu thought about this, he felt like laughing again. This time he really was being cautious.
Zhong Liu has never had any sense of reality about this world. Whether it is cultivation or spiritual energy, they are too far away from a modern person. They are things that only exist in fantasy films and are no different from fairy tales.
When disaster strikes, perhaps only a time traveler like her can still smile.
This side seemed like a fight scene for old men, with only a tense battle, while over there it was like flying sand and rocks. If they were not worried about the mine collapse, they would be even more reckless.
Zhang Xiangwen discovered something strange.
His sword imbued with spiritual power has always been the natural enemy of ghosts and monsters, but he has no effect in killing these rat monsters. After killing one batch, another batch comes.
But Junior Sister's sword was not like that. Whenever she swung the sword, a cloud of mist would disappear under the sword, and then the rats would also disappear.
...Forget it, it's not a bad thing after all. Besides, even if the sky falls, the master will support it. It's not his turn to worry about it all his life.
Besides, we should trust our junior sister more. Since she didn't say anything, she must have her reasons.
Zhang Xiangwen changed his strategy to assist his junior sister in attacking better and eliminate those fish that had slipped through the net and were ready to make a move.
Fortunately, it was just a rat demon. If it was filled with spiritual beasts and divine beasts like in the previous secret realm, we would be doomed.
Faced with piles of legendary monsters, the two sword cultivators could only die with hatred in their hearts.
Jin Aqing took a step forward.
She finally saw the trajectory of the starlight, flickering like breathing.
It swooped down toward her.
Jin Aqing was prepared this time and tried to dodge, but its speed was so fast that Jin Aqing couldn't avoid it at all with her body skills.
...What on earth is this thing?
Jin Aqing no longer had time to think about this matter, the sword rang like a dragon's roar.
His consciousness sank deep into the mine.
*
His head and face were covered in blood, so much so that his vision was stained with a blurry red.
After wiping it with his hand, he could only barely see the front clearly. The hand holding the sword had an unignorable sticky feeling, and dried blood coagulated between the fingers and palm lines.
She was like a person who was rescued from a pool of blood, fighting alone and retreating.
...the end of the road.
Jin Aqing finally realized that she seemed to have had another dream, the same as last time.
But last time she only saw some vague images, but now it was a very clear scene.
She observed her surroundings through the eyes of someone unknown. The mine looked very familiar. The spatial ore emitted unique spiritual fluctuations, causing slight spatial distortion every time it collided with the sword.
A sword cultivator's gaze is always more likely to fall on the sword.
She had seen the very familiar standard sword, the standard sword unique to Qingyun Sect, and the weapon that Jin Aqing had used for more than half a year.
Although there was no more familiar pendant, Jin Aqing was still able to quickly identify it.
——This is her sword.
——She should be the one wielding the sword.
So it’s an illusion…?
Jin Aqing definitely had no such memory. She had just stepped into the space mine for the first time in her life. How could she have the memory of fighting a bloody battle in the mine?
But if it is an illusion, how to explain all the details that are so real that it is shocking?
The facts that have happened cannot be changed by her will.
In this illusion, Jin Aqing—let’s call her Aqing—holds a sword in front.
The true fire of the sun ignited from the edge of the sword.
The pinnacle of human imagination of fire should be the sun above the nine heavens.
When it is angry, it will burn everything in the world.
Extremely hot and destructive.
It is actually similar to the sword of a sword cultivator.
They are all born to kill.
The mine was as bright as day for a moment, and the flames with enormous power engulfed everything in an instant. The rats disappeared in the flames without even a scream.
The flame was actually cold.
The rats became corpses and finally quieted down.
Ah Qing shook his body and tried to hold on.
Instead of looking for the exit of the mine, she continued to grope deeper.
Something instinctively drew her forward, no matter the cost.
Jin Aqing's vision turned and he saw the oppressive stone layer above his head, the roasted corpses all around him, and the extinguished lights on the wall.
Like the black iron sword on the ground, the yellow fragments of Fulu were scattered around, stained with blood and unable to be seen in their original form.
For a moment the brain loses the ability to think.
...If this is an illusion, it is too real.
But there is neither the nameless sword nor Zhong Liu's corpse here.
Time passed quickly as Jin Aqing was thinking.
She watched Ah Qing pick up the sword, holding both swords in his hands, and walk step by step into the depths of the mine. The sword blade had long been chipped by fighting, but it was still one of Ah Qing's few weapons.
A weapon that is not that superior, and her swordsmanship that is unparalleled in the world.
The sword light, so familiar that it was almost engraved in the soul, was like a rainbow, wrapped in the glow of the red wheel in the sky.
A magnificent sword.
The flames devoured friend and foe alike, turning the entire mine into a furnace.
Until it burns out.
Jin Aqing suddenly had an idea.
She thought.
——A Qing is dead.
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Jin Aqing suddenly opened her eyes and broke free from the illusion, but the lingering palpitations still shrouded her.
She took several deep breaths, her chest filled with the fishy, stale air in the mine, and only then did she calm down a little.
Zhang Xiangwen followed the question that Junior Sister had left behind and told her, "This time it's about the hands."
The point of light fell into her hands.
He couldn't help but frown: "Why don't we go back and find a doctor to take a look."
Perhaps it was because the level of these casual cultivators outside was not high enough that they couldn't see what was going on. However, anyone who had seen Jin Aqing's current appearance would not be able to say that there was nothing wrong with him.
Jin Aqing nodded casually: "It's all right, let's wait and see when we get back."
She really didn't care. Not only did she not feel any discomfort, she could even feel that the spiritual energy was more abundant than at any time before.
It felt like I was full, and also like I had found a part of myself that I had lost for a long time.
Zhong Liu poked her cautiously: "Why don't we go back to the ground and talk?"
This is really not a good place to chat. It's smelly and stinky, just like a garbage dump that has been exposed to the sun all day in the summer.
The battle was completely over, and everyone relaxed at once. The four of them pulled each other and held each other back.
It took a while before we finally returned to land.
Can Chang took out the sound transmission jade talisman. After being out of contact for such a long time, there were so many messages sent that the jade talisman shook the space bag twice.
Jin Aqing sat on the ground in a daze.
Zhang Xiangwen squatted down and picked up the sound transmission jade talisman, and began to try to make an appointment with a famous medical practitioner in the sect.
Then I saw that my master, whom I hadn’t contacted for a long time, suddenly came back to life.
[Report paused, return to the sect immediately.]
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