Chapter 90
Meng Ming obviously didn't expect this to happen, so the enthusiasm he had when looking at the black and gold banner turned into hatred at this moment.
He sneered: "Then it should disappear from this world along with you."
As soon as he finished speaking, Meng Ming's figure disappeared again. At the same time, strange ringing sounds came from all directions. The sound produced by each vibration carried an extremely powerful aura and hit the depths of Rong Jing's heart.
The latter keenly felt a tightening of his heart, and then it seemed as if a hand forced its way into his chest, pinched his heart and twisted it violently. The nausea in his stomach surged up wildly at this moment, but what flowed out of Rong Jing's eyes, nose and mouth was bright red blood.
His vision was gradually obscured by the red of blood, and soon he felt dizzy and dazed, as if the whole world was turning upside down. At that moment, another "bang" sounded above his head.
Rong Jing's nails dug into the palm of his right hand. When the pain came and raged, he finally suppressed the dizziness and nausea.
With the long-lost clarity, Rong Jing raised his eyes and looked above his head. The strange dark red Sanqing Bell was hanging high above his head in an almost huge and terrifying shadow. At first glance, it seemed as if Rong Jing was about to be enveloped by the Sanqing Bell.
When Rong Jing saw the Sanqing Bell, the uneasy premonition in his heart became stronger.
Chi Bai had heard that Ben Qi, another deceased leader of Taozi Monastery, also seemed to favor the use of the Sanqing Bell. His Sanqing Bell was also quite peculiar, but not as peculiar as Meng Ming's. Meng Ming's Sanqing Bell didn't look much different from a regular Sanqing Bell, save for the color. Rong Jing had heard Taoist Taixu mention this color in her childhood, which closely resembled blood.
Grandpa Taixu said that some Taoists would use blood as a breeding ground for their magical instruments.
If these magical weapons are soaked in fresh blood for too long, the blood will naturally adhere to the weapons, making them appear to have changed color.
There is no doubt that Meng Ming's Sanqing Bell is a typical example.
The warmth of the Sanqing Bell and the youthful demeanor on his face, just these two things put together, Rong Jing couldn't imagine how many people had died at Meng Ming's hands.
If he guessed correctly, Meng Ming's cooperation with Guan Zhengye wasn't just for the money. Guan Zhengye needed the troublemakers dead, and Meng Ming would take care of them for him, getting paid while draining their blood. It was a win-win situation.
Thinking of this, Rong Jing's beautiful and bright eyes gradually turned cold. He stared at the Sanqing Bell without blinking, but his fingertips were holding several pieces of talisman paper. As Rong Jing waved the flag in his hand, the talisman paper seemed to have self-awareness and transformed into streams of light in a very orderly manner, heading towards the Sanqing Bell.
But unfortunately, when the light touched the edge of the Sanqing Bell, it suddenly stopped and turned into ashes in the blink of an eye.
——It’s impossible to get close.
It seems that this Sanqingling, which is nurtured by blood temperature, is very fierce.
It's so ferocious that even talisman paper can't get close to it.
However, the ringing sound of the Sanqing Bell can easily make people lose their minds. Rong Jing didn't want to stick the silent note paper on himself to affect the subsequent fight with Meng Ming, so he could only find a way to solve the problem from the root.
Either silence the Sanqing Bell or destroy it directly.
Rong Jing looked at the black-gold banner in his hand that was moving without wind, then looked at the talisman paper in his hand, and a smile gradually appeared on his slightly pale face.
The talisman paper turned into golden rays and clung tightly to the surface of the flag.
Rong Jing raised his head and watched the Sanqing Bell above his head pressing down little by little. When he calculated the height to be able to touch it, he raised his hand and waved it without hesitation. The black and gold banner was wrapped in incomparable momentum and smashed out with a bang. Then, there was only the sound of a click.
Rong Jing and Meng Ming looked towards the source of the sound at the same time.
Just one glance and Meng Ming's face darkened.
Where the flag and the Three Purities Bell touched, a dazzling burst of light erupted. Gold intertwined with a strange black and red. Screams of unknown origin pierced the lungs. Wisps of black and red were engulfed in gold, until they resembled vague human figures. They desperately waved their arms, struggling and swaying, but in the end, each of these ghostly faces was completely dispelled by the golden light.
The most important thing is that a crack appeared on the dark red shell of the Sanqing Bell!
This realization made Meng Ming's gaze towards the black gold banner even more gloomy.
The collision between these two magical weapons was enough to show how powerful the black gold banner was. Unfortunately, he could not use this magical weapon at all.
It's regrettable and infuriating.
Meng Ming on this side was still immersed in the terrible influence brought by the black gold banner, while Rong Jing, who had found a way to break through, waved the banner again without hesitation. After a few bangs, the number of cracks in the red Sanqing Bell increased, and then overlapped with each other, and exploded with a bang. Fragments with a strong smell of blood flew down from the air, and one or two pieces even brushed across Meng Ming's face, leaving a blood mark that was not deep but not shallow.
Meng Ming's fingers brushed across the wound, pinching the blood beads on his fingertips and sniffing the scent of blood. His brows gradually darkened. "If that's the case, let's try something else."
The entire world was plunged into pure darkness in an instant.
The street lamps exploded in the madly surging wind, and all the lights went out.
In the distance, Nie Liu took a deep breath when he saw this scene. He had a telescope on his face, and he could originally see the gate of Meng Ming's villa clearly, but at this moment, the telescope was pitch black, silently telling of fear.
"This doesn't feel good, Brother Yan, what do you think we should do?"
Yan Yingyao frowned. Before he came, he had guessed that it would not be as easy for Rong Jing and Si Liu to deal with Meng Ming as they imagined. After all, Meng Ming and Qiu Qian could not be compared.
"Forget it, let's just stay here quietly and come back if something special happens." Yan Yingyao said, "In the current situation, it's best if we don't cause trouble for the master and the others."
Nie Liu knew Yan Yingyao's words made sense, so he didn't say anything more. However, he still tried to spy something through the telescope. He thought he would come back empty-handed, but unexpectedly, a burst of light suddenly appeared in the distance, and he could even make out a few outlines.
Si Liu held the long sword in one hand, his eyes narrowed slightly as he stared at the evil ghost in front of him. This evil ghost was obviously raised, and even... its appearance was very strange. Its entire body was extremely large, and it had three heads and six arms, which was disgusting to look at.
At this moment, a severed head was rolling at Si Liu's feet.
After the head fell to the ground, it quickly turned into a shriveled piece of skin and finally disappeared silently.
...It's so disgusting.
Si Liu scraped the ground with his toes in disgust. When the evil ghost looked at him angrily, he raised his sword and gave it a mocking smile: "Don't be angry yet. It won't be too late to be angry after I chop off the two remaining heads of yours."
boom!
The sword tip was wrapped in a strong ghostly aura and swept across directly.
The evil ghost was caught off guard and was unexpectedly swept over. Seeing this, Si Liu swung his sword without hesitation, and the powerful aura turned directly into an icy blade and went straight to the evil ghost's body. The evil ghost's eyes widened, and he scrambled to his feet in panic, but a terrifying pressure came from behind. He didn't have time to turn around before he saw a black sword piercing his chest.
Si Liu gripped the hilt of the black sword and raised his eyebrows slightly at it: "Idiot, you have three heads for nothing, but you can't tell that I am a fake."
Another figure who looked exactly like Si Liu swayed slightly as Si Liu finished speaking, and suddenly turned into a wooden doll and fell to the ground.
Si Liu raised the corner of his lips and said, "Goodbye. I'll send your 'master' to see you later."
The black sword emitted a golden light, corroding the evil ghost's body bit by bit as it screamed.
After noticing something was wrong with his 'pet', Meng Ming turned his head sharply to look over, but the next second his sight was blocked by Rong Jing's banner. The young man stood in front of him and smiled at him: "I think it's better for you to deal with me in peace."
"Little kid, if I give you some colors, you'll actually start a dyeing factory!"
Meng Ming sneered and waved his hand again. A whisk swung out a strong wind, and the wind was mixed with sharp and dense long needles, which went straight towards Rong Jing's face. Rong Jing waved his hand and took out the talisman paper, which turned into a round golden barrier. The needles fell on the barrier, and only the sound of "dong dong dong" could be heard.
In a few seconds, the barrier shattered like glass.
Rong Jing was startled and raised his arm to wave the flag to block a large number of attacks, but one of the colorless transparent needles silently passed through the gap left by the waving of the flag and pierced straight into Rong Jing's eyebrows.
The mirror's sixth sense worked, and when it sensed something was wrong, a strange smile appeared on Meng Ming's face.
At this moment, Rong Jing finally saw the needle that was less than one centimeter away from his forehead!
Rong Jing's body subconsciously retreated.
But what he didn't expect was that just as he retreated, a hand suddenly grabbed his shoulder and pulled him backwards. At the same time, a black sword came from the side and split the long needle in half.
Rong Jing's gaze naturally shifted from the long needle to Si Liu, the owner of the black sword.
After a few seconds, I realized something was wrong.
Wait, Senior Si Liu stood beside him and cut the long needle for him, so who was the person who grabbed his shoulders and dragged him backwards?
A vague guess arose in Rong Jing's heart.
He licked his dry lips and turned his head cautiously, and sure enough, he saw a face that was a little too delicate.
Rong Jing: “!!!”
His dark eyes widened, and he opened his mouth to shout, but Feng Si slapped him across the face and pushed him back. Then, the white-haired man stared at Meng Ming coldly and sneered, "You old fellow, you have one foot in the coffin. You take advantage of our family's absence and come to bully our children. You are truly shameless."
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