Chapter 38 You all in the Supreme Sect are sick!

The originally mournful Xiqin suddenly changed its tune, and it was like thousands of horses galloping, passionate and generous. The interludes between the long notes were like earthquakes when horses were trampled, causing some sand to fall from the hole blasted by Lin Du's formation.

But no one cared.

Because two ghosts had seized two monks.

For these monks who were at most in the state of Qin's mind, there was no way to stop the seizure process. The

only way was to kill.

The four abnormal geniuses of the Supreme Sect had undoubtedly had murderous intentions.

The tall young man who originally had a bit of bookish air had already raised his knife and was ready to fight, and another female cultivator who was as cute as a fairy swung her whip into a long snake.

And Lin Du, the most gifted person who no one had ever looked down upon before, crushed the last seven intact corpses with her hands, and the sound of crackling continued.

She was in a leisurely posture, and even clapped her hands calmly after crushing them, and raised her eyes to look at the person who was still standing in the corner.

"When did it take over? Was it Yan Qing who asked first?"

It was indeed Yan Qing. Yan Qing's knife was not as good as Ni Jinxuan's soul-destroying whip. Although the knife was fierce and could scare the ghost, Jinxuan's whip might have only hit it a little, allowing the ghost to dodge.

Their cultivation could only sense the approximate location of the ghost.

Yuan Ye sat alone on a pile of bones, devoting himself wholeheartedly to his music, even his facial muscles were exerting force, and the two strings were rubbed by the bow held by the young man, which made him particularly emotional.

No one knows what a mental attack is better than a sound cultivator.

But the premise is that you don't hurt people indiscriminately.

The people who were originally in front of Yuan Ye quietly dispersed, not wanting to be hurt.

Lin Du suppressed the restlessness of his soul and said, "Come out! Don't force me to say it a second time."

The man sneered and drew out a magic sword. "You let me out, so I come out? On what basis? This body is already mine. So? Kill me if you have the guts."

Lin Du said, "You all heard it. He let him do it himself."

"Wait a minute, Fellow Daoist Lin!" Someone panicked. "This man is the direct disciple of Guiyuan Sect, one of the three major sects. We absolutely can't do that!"

"How could the direct disciple of Guiyuan Sect be taken away so easily?" Lin Du took another step forward. "That's really pitiful."

"Fellow Daoist Lin!"

Lin Du nodded lightly and took another step forward. The magic sword was already rushing towards the door.

"If you kill him, you'll get yourself into trouble!"

"Do you have a better idea? Do you know if his soul has been swallowed by this old thing?"

Lin Du hates trouble, but she hates threats even more.

The Guiyuan Sect disciple who had blocked the attack earlier also drew his spirit sword and blocked the sword for Lin Du from the side, shouting urgently, "Brother Wu Xi, I know you're still here, wake up!"

Lin Du paused with his hand holding the Fu Sheng Fan, and his pupils trembled.

Wu Xi?

Isn't that the Pian Yuan in Xia Tianwu's life?

How old is this guy? He's still playing with a bunch of kids like them?

[Yes, the story of Xia Tianwu and Wu Xi was originally about the cold and socially phobic second senior sister and the straight-shooting little wolf dog who's younger than him]

Lin Du: ...That means this thing can't die, right?

[He can't die. 】

Lin Du did not miss the system's words. Before she could think about the deep meaning behind it, Wu Xi had already pushed aside the fellow disciples who were blocking him and ran straight to Lin Du.

This man was in a perfect state of Qin Xin realm, and he was only one step away from breaking through to the Jindan realm, so he came to this secret realm to wander around and look for opportunities.

Lin Du's cultivation was one level lower than his.

She frowned. Since she couldn't die now, she might as well beat him to death.

Seeing that the spirit sword was right in front of her, Lin Du raised her hand and blocked the cold sword tip with a fan, and then opened the folding fan, "You won't come out? Then I will beat this man to death, and I'll see if you want to come out and exchange for a second body at that time."

Her tone was light and calm, cold and emotionless, like the rustling of snow mist.

Then the floating fan was opened, and the frost climbed up the man's fingertips and wrists inch by inch along the tip of the sword, and then froze the man's whole body at an almost terrifying speed.

The possessed Wu Xi initially tried to use his spiritual power to break the frost, but it was in vain. The extremely cold air penetrated into his pores, and even his muscles and meridians began to become stagnant.

The man's neck and forehead veins bulged because of the force, but his muscles could not move, and even his eyes were almost covered with a thin layer of ice mist.

Unprecedented fear swept through his entire soul, and the soul in the body also seized the opportunity to fight back.

The body could not move, and the soul was biting and fighting.

The man's throat made a hoarse sound, like a dry soul crawling out from under the accumulated ashes, "This is..."

He was answered by a punch on the head.

Even if Qin's heart was in a perfect state, so what? Yan Ye said that no one could take her punch under the clouds, so no one could take it.

Lin Du went for the man's face.

"Can you get out?"

Lin Du retracted his fist, grabbed the man's throat, and then slowly exerted force. The skin on the back of the pale hand was thin and transparent, and the blue meridians protruded vertically and horizontally. Although it was so ugly, it was really beautiful like a work of art.

The tune of the Xiqin became more and more passionate. Ni Jinxuan stood aside holding a whip, "Come out quickly! If you have the guts to rob a man, come out and fight me!"

Lin Du's eyelids twitched and the corners of his lips twisted, but he managed not to laugh.

Several disciples of Guiyuan Sect were so anxious that they turned around, but no one dared to rescue him.

They all saw with their own eyes how Lin Du crushed the skulls of high-level monks one by one.

They didn't know whether this talented number one on the Qingyun list was really a sickly person, but he must be really crazy.

The young man's face turned blue and purple, and his pupils began to roll up. The hoarse sound in his throat became heavier, mixed with the sudden long and harsh sound of the Xiqin. A black and gray color quietly drilled out through the nostrils and then rushed straight to Lin Du's face.

The ghost was determined to fight, but unexpectedly he failed to break in.

It passed through Lin Du's body in surprise, and Ni Jinxuan saw the opportunity and whipped it to scatter, turning it into ashes and fragments of burning paper, floating gently in the air.

The Xiqin rang, and suddenly it seemed that an invisible sound wave completely destroyed these ghost fragments.

Lin Du then let go of the man's throat, "What's your name?"

The man opened his mouth and felt that his throat and soul were in great pain.

Lin Du glanced at the other disciples of Guiyuan Sect, "Keep an eye on him, don't let him walk behind you, after leaving the secret realm, let your elders explore his soul."

Those people nodded obediently.

The whip sounded again on the other side.

Yan Qing used the back of his broad-backed broadsword to stun the man. The ghost was disturbed by Yuan Ye's music and was bitten back by the original soul. He fled in panic and his fate was the same as the previous ghosts. They were all scattered.

Ni Jinxuan put away the whip, her almond eyes still shining, "Little Master, are you tired? Does your hand hurt?"

The crowd who watched the whole process: ... You people in the Supreme Sect are all sick!