The bamboo forest behind the Biyang Peak was filled with an unsettling and eerie atmosphere. The bright moonlight could not penetrate the dense bamboos, and the forest was dark. Only a little dim candlelight shone through the house deep in the forest.
There were wisps of black air lingering in the candlelight.
In the small open space in front of the house, a figure sat in a wheelchair with a hunched back, stretching out his thin arms to draw something on the ground.
Xiang Sijue's hands were shaking, and he could no longer hold the sword steadily, but he still held a breath in his chest, and he didn't want to be buried in the earth.
He could hear the faint sound of bells, which stirred up the resentment in his chest and rushed to his head like a death sentence, forcing him to ignore it and use the forbidden formation.
Blood dripped down his wrist and gathered into the magic formation under his feet. As the magic formation gradually took shape, the black air in the red light became thicker and thicker, and penetrated into his body through the wound on his wrist.
Nie Yinzhi was hiding in the dense bamboo leaves, staring down at his magic formation from a high position. As expected, Uncle Xiang did not disappoint her.
The evil spirit seeped into Xiang Simu's body, just like withered plants being nourished by rain and dew again. His back gradually straightened up, and he stood up inch by inch, and he looked like a swordsman like a pine or bamboo.
But this appearance did not last long. Before Xiang Simu could show joy on his face, he suddenly howled in pain and fell to the ground.
A smiling male voice came from the evil spirit, "You offer this broken body and corroded soul to me, do you really think I am a collector of broken things?"
"I can use myself as a bridge to help you break the seal and return to the world." Xiang Sima Jue vowed. He believed that for the person in front of him, nothing could be more tempting than this. His eyes were bloodshot and he had gone crazy. "As long as you let me return to the top, I can give you anything you want!"
"Sword cultivator, hehe." The devil yawned, his voice was lazy, without any interest at all, "A sword cultivator only has that worthless sword heart worth a look. It's a pity that your sword heart is covered with dust, no different from a stone in a toilet."
[Wow wow wow this plot development is beyond my imagination]
[Is this voice from the Demon Lord? He unexpectedly appeared so early]
[Does the female supporting role and the villain have any intersection? ]
[Ayin, this villain is very bad, don't get involved with him]
[Shufen said that the plot is completely different from the book, the changes are so big, and many plots have been advanced]
[This is the first time I've watched this kind of AI drama. Is there any kind-hearted person who can explain whether the plot will be completely different in the future ?]
[Probably not. The plot of this drama is already one-third done, and the previous part is almost the same as the original]
[Although it is interpreted by AI, the world background and character logic in the drama are set according to the original work, and basically will not be completely different, unless there are some variables]
Nie Yinzhi glanced at the barrage, but didn't understand what they were saying. In this tense atmosphere, the sudden appearance of some colorful subtitles was really a bit out of place.
In the silent night, Xiang Sijue's heavy breathing was like a broken bellows, one more than the other, and Nie Yinzhi's ears ached. She suspected that Xiang Sijue would be pissed off to death by this poisonous devil in the next moment.
"You said yes or no?" This sentence rang almost right next to Nie Yinzhi's ears. She was startled and realized that she was surrounded by evil spirits.
Her wrist was licked heavily by a cold touch, just like a tongue pushing open the wound on her pulse. Nie Yinzhi's goose bumps all over her body stood up and danced. She panicked and tore away the evil spirits wrapped around her wrist, split the evil spirits with a palm, and flew out of the bamboo forest.
The evil spirit left her body, and separated from her sleeves and skirt like a shadow. The big devil did not stop her.
At this moment, variables suddenly occurred.
The sacrificial formation on the ground failed, and the formation collapsed, revealing a hidden formation underneath.
At this time, the formation was shining brightly and had already begun to operate.
A man's voice came from the evil spirit, "Symbiosis formation?" Even at this time, his tone was still unhurried, as if he was not angry at all because of Xiang Simu's calculations.
Xiang Simu shouted frantically: "Yes, symbiosis! Feng Hanxuan, don't think about leaving since you are here today. The formation has taken effect. If I die, you must die too!"
Forced sale! Good job, Uncle Xiang!
The man's wanton laughter echoed in the bamboo forest. "Really?"
Nie Yinzhi couldn't help but look back curiously while running away. She saw the white light from the formation outlined a slender and tall silhouette, with broad shoulders and narrow waist, and long and straight legs. His flying shadow could be seen in the white light.
The shadow may have felt her gaze and turned slightly to the side.
[The big devil is running naked! ]
[Is this a scene I can see without spending any money? Hahaha]
[Feng Hanxuan, put on your clothes quickly. How can you show your body to others? Your mother won't allow you to run naked]
[Photographer, look at the front, look at the front]
[Fuck, photographer, your chicken legs are gone]
Nie Yinzhi's steps slowed down slightly, and his eyes slid down honestly. Unfortunately, the demon's figure froze for a moment, and his five fingers stretched out, and a long robe wrapped around his body.
"..."
Nie Yinzhi did not stop, and left the bamboo forest in one breath, rushing into the bright moonlight. She stopped, took a look at the bell and the peeping spell in her hand, and looked back at the dark air in the bamboo forest.
Such a heavy demonic energy would surely alarm the uncles and aunts of the Yunji Sect. Before they arrived, Nie Yinzhi hurriedly slipped into the night.
The sweet smell of blood disappeared, and Gu Jiang licked the corner of his mouth with lingering desire. The light of the symbiotic formation gradually melted into the void, leaving an irreversible contract.
Xiang Simu's cloudy eyes flashed with brilliance, "Feng Hanxuan, you never dreamed that the person you abandoned ten years ago would be related to your life and death ten years later, hahahaha——"
Gu Jiang looked at him with pity, "You are looking for my apprentice, why did you wake me up?"
Xiang Simu's laughter stopped abruptly.
Nie Yinzhi returned to Zhedan Peak and looked at the golden light falling rapidly towards Biyang Peak from a distance. She prayed secretly:
I hope to show my respect to my uncle, successfully kidnap the demon, and find something for Sang Wumian to do. It would be best if I could really hammer Sang Wumian to the ground, so that he would have no time to dissect her golden elixir.
The sky on Biyang Peak was floating with bullet screens. The focus of the plot was still there, but it was too far away, so Nie Yinzhi could not see it clearly.
She climbed up to the attic on Zhedan Peak, leaned against the window and kept looking in the direction of Biyang Peak.
Until the day was about to break, a sword light tore through the dark sky of day and night, and fell on the Biyang Peak with the golden light of the rising sun.
Sang Wumian was back.
The vast sword energy formed a visible air wave in the air, which spread out suddenly, and in an instant, the evil energy on the Biyang Peak was completely cleared, as easy as sweeping away dust.
Nie Yinzhi was very disappointed. It seemed that being beaten to the ground was just a lie.
"It's really useless. Is it Uncle Xiang who can't do it, or is it the devil who can't do it?" Nie Yinzhi muttered unwillingly.
There was a sudden tingling pain in her wrist. Nie Yinzhi tore open the gauze, and her pupils suddenly shrank. On Hao's wrist, which was as white as jade, there was a circle of black marks like branches.
Nie Yinzhi rubbed it hard, and the wound on the meridian had healed. The black mark seemed to be sunken into the skin, with several branches connected to her meridians.
Demonic energy?
Nie Yinzhi hurriedly meditated, trying to force the demonic energy out of her body, but the black shadow was entangled with her meridians, not further eroding, but also inseparable. Not only did it entangle her body, but even her soul was embedded in this circle of black shadows.
She remembered the cold touch that licked her wrist when she left the bamboo forest last night. When she checked last night, there was clearly nothing unusual.
Nie Yinzhi stared at his wrist and thought for a moment, then took out the ribbon and wrapped it again.
In less than a day, two major events that happened in the Yunji Sect spread throughout the sect. First, Uncle Xiang of Bi Yangfeng was possessed by a demon and was killed on the spot by Immortal Venerable Qi Zhen. Second, the eldest sister Xiao Ling came back.
Xiao Ling was seriously injured, and after Sang Wumian brought her back, he treated her in seclusion.
Some of the elders of the Yunji Sect dealt with Xiang Simian's funeral, and the rest gathered in the Cihong Hall to protect the law. Meng Jin was naturally guarding here as well.
After a round of exercises was completed, the spread of the miasma in Xiao Ling's body was temporarily suppressed.
After the others left, Sang Wumian carried the sleeping Xiao Ling and placed her in a side hall.
The Yunji Sect's medical elder Jing Chongshan looked solemn as he said to Sang Wumian, "Xiao Ling's meridians have been severely corroded by the miasma poison, and her dantian does not have the foundation to contain spiritual energy. No matter how much spiritual energy we infuse into her, it will only treat the symptoms and not the root cause. It will be difficult to completely remove the miasma poison in her body."
"Moreover, she fell from the Jindan realm, and her internal organs were severely damaged. The spiritual power injected from the outside is like cutting flesh to cure a wound."
Meng Jin said anxiously: "Master Jing, what should we do?"
Jing Chongshan just looked at Sang Wumian and said: "The best way is to have a Jindan with the same properties as Xiao Ling, and push it into her internal organs to repair her foundation, nourish her meridians, and drive away the miasma."
Sang Wumian raised his eyes and met Jing Chongshan's cold gaze. Sang Wumian naturally heard what he meant.
Jing Chongshan watched Xiao Ling grow up. She practiced hard and often got injured, so she often came to him for treatment. The two had a deep relationship.
However, he was not so fond of the person that Sang Wumian brought back to replace Xiao Ling. He was worried that Sang Wumian would not be able to make up his mind after changing his feelings, so he said it clearly, "For the past few years, you have been raising your little disciple as Xiao Ling, but it turned out to be a blessing in disguise."
Sang Wumian had no expression on his face and did not respond. He lowered his eyes to look at the person covered with scales on the bed, and his eyes that had been frozen for years also revealed some pain and pity.
Xiao Ling's eyes were covered with white veil, her skin was as white as cream, her lips were as red as a dot, and her smooth long hair was scattered around her body, revealing a sickly and delicate beauty. At first glance, she seemed no different from before.
But everyone present knew that this was just a temporary appearance created by a panacea. The eyes under the white veil had long lost their former luster and were completely rotten. The miasma left ugly spider-web-like spots under her flesh.
Sang Wumian still remembered that when he first saw her, if it weren't for the Ruyi Sword recognizing its master, he would hardly recognize the person in front of him. Xiao Ling subconsciously panicked and avoided him when she just heard his voice, and she didn't even dare to recognize him. At
that moment, Sang Wumian once again felt the taste of heartbreak.
He promised that he would do everything to cure her and let her return to her former appearance.
"It was the Yunji Sect that failed to protect her. Your master has already let her down once. You should weigh the consequences yourself." Jing Zhongshan said this and turned away.
Meng Jin looked at Sang Wumian and walked to the bed. He seemed to want to touch Xiao Ling, but he was hanging in the air for a long time and had nowhere to land. He was afraid that if he breathed too hard, he would hurt her. "Senior Sister..."
"Master, what choice will you make?"
"Lingling."
Meng Jin lowered his head and saw Xiao Ling's fingertips moving gently.