Chapter 72 What Dirty Things

Lin Du often wondered why people should live.

There was no fun in living, but when they really wanted to die, they were terribly afraid.

So in order to live, in order to live well, some people would throw away all their bottom lines and consciences, depriving others of their lives and advantages.

For the Heavenly Dao, the 197 people who came into this Lanju Realm were all people who should have died long ago, and things that should not exist would be directly wiped out.

Lin Du couldn't even use the formation of sending ghosts into the underworld, because the underworld would not accept them.

She asked, "Why do you have to live?"

"You don't hesitate to devour the flesh and blood of innocent people, live a life that is neither human nor ghost, and suffer endlessly. Is it so good to live?" Qi Zhun said,

"Aren't you also desperately trying to live? Otherwise, your body would have died long ago, right?"

Lin Du nodded, "Yes, I should have died long ago."

As she said this, she withdrew her consciousness expressionlessly, and then raised her hand to completely wipe out the ghost.

Mo Lin arrived at this time. He rushed all the way with a sword and a stick. Through the induction between the disciple tokens, he ran all the way to a direction in the golden light, and the floating white-clothed woman followed behind him.

In winter, he ran out of sweat, which was rare for a cultivator in the Tengyun realm.

"Junior Master! I'm here to save you..."

But the scene before him stopped him in his tracks. His voice, which was a little nervous, sad and hurried, suddenly stopped, and even took an incredible turn at the end. "

You~what are you doing..."

The young man in the ragged robe stood in the golden light array. The metal embroidery on the robe reflected a cool brilliance under the golden light. It was the pattern of pine and crane. She was used to wearing loose clothes, but under the wide robe, one could still feel her straight back.

Junior Master was used to not having any manners or sitting posture. If it fell on someone else, it would be sloppy, but on her, it seemed to be romantic and unrestrained, probably because of that straight back.

Not far in front of her was a "corpse". There was no life on the body, and even the chest was sunken. It was obvious that it had suffered great shock and pain before death.

Compared with the scene in front of him, Mo Lin would rather believe for a while, "Senior Brother, Junior Uncle was captured by the monster."

When Lin Du heard his question, he turned his head lazily to look at him, and his voice unconsciously brought out some hostility, "Huh?"

Shao Fei just wanted to speak when he met Lin Du's gaze.

That gaze was very cold, without any warmth, the black and white eyes, but the inside was as bleak as a heavy snow on a cold night in the capital. No one could look directly at the cold wind blowing from the north in winter.

Shao Fei was startled, and saw Lin Du raised his hand, and when he turned around, he revealed the formation in front of her, as well as a thin layer of dark black that was suppressed by the formation.

Mo Lin thought that his junior master was captured by that look, and subconsciously pointed the sword and stick in his hand at Lin Du, "Come out! What kind of monster dares to possess the body of our supreme sect's disciple?"

Lin Du's eyes that fell on Shao Fei moved to Mo Lin, his face expressionless, without sadness or joy, and his tone was cold, "Which monster? It's your weak and unable to take care of himself who was captured by a monster." Mo

Lin put away the sword and stick. It was a close call. He almost thought that his junior master was possessed by a monster. As soon as he opened his mouth, he could tell that it was the junior master. There was no doubt about it.

Although the tone was a bit cold, the words were indeed something that only the junior master could say.

"Junior master, you are not possessed by any dirty thing."

Lin Du rubbed his fingers, "No."

Mo Lin was about to move forward when he heard the sword and stick move forward again.

Lin Du laughed angrily, lowering his eyes to look at the sword and stick that almost swept his chin, "Master nephew, I know you are a simple-minded person, but sometimes can you let that heart breathe a little."

Mo Lin saw the smile on the junior master's face without any joy, and when he laughed, there was a little impatience in his voice, and he was completely sure that it was indeed his junior master.

That New Year's Eve, she smiled like this in front of the window in the inner room, even the arc was correct.

There was no mistake, it was indeed the junior master himself.

He put away his sword stick. The sword stick was very long. Every time it swept across, it had a very wide range. He was used to it in sword practice, so he turned it back subconsciously. He was also a straightforward person, so he put away the stick with great vigor.

Lin Du just leaned back slightly to avoid it, but the person behind him was not so lucky.

After a muffled sound, Mo Lin felt an obstruction and turned back subconsciously, and saw the white clothes falling to the ground in the wind.

This scene looked familiar, but he was not sure, so he took another look.

"I'm sorry, Shao Daoyou, are you okay?"

Shao Fei climbed up from the ground with difficulty. She didn't know what had hit her palm and it hurt.

"I'm fine..."

Who would have thought that being so close could be so risky.

"I'm glad you're okay, but your fellow disciple is in trouble." Mo Lin hesitated, "He seems, not very well."

Not only is he not very well, his chest was sunken,

but the ghost was almost crushed into thin sheets by Lin Du's formation. Although the ghost has no clear entity, it still occupies a space as big as a person. Now it has been crushed into a thin piece of paper, and it is a piece of paper splashed with ink.

Shao Fei said, "I am not from the same sect as him. I am just a slave under his command. If the fellow Taoists from the Supreme Sect were not here today, I would have risked my life to seek help. I am afraid that I would have become a slave of the evildoers in this life. I will definitely repay your kindness today..." As

she was speaking, Lin Du suddenly realized something was wrong, "What did you just touch?"

The power of the formation was skewed, just a skewed force.

But the calculation of the formation was extremely precise. The moment Shao Fei fell out, he instinctively used the power of the Tao to protect his body and brought out some of the last survivors of the formation.

So the originally balanced downward force became skewed.

Lin Du almost instantly forced the spiritual power in his body, and then quickly tried to make up for the skewed power and balance the formation.

But the thousand-year-old ghost was also a veteran in the end. In an instant, it burst out its original power, broke free from the shackles, and then quickly fell into the body.

"Mo Lin! Kill!" Lin Du blurted out, his voice fell in the cold night, and every word was like falling hail.

Mo Lin had already moved. Shao Fei's words were questionable, but since this person had captured Junior Master, and Junior Master ordered him to be killed, he must be killed.

The black gold sword and stick burst out with golden light, carrying a righteous and awe-inspiring strong wind, and went straight to the person on the ground.

In a flash, Shao Fei cried out in pain, and blood flowed from her seven orifices. She struggled and raised her hands to form a seal, and the person on the ground also swung a palm at this time.

It was an ordinary palm, not a powerful one at all.

The sword and stick fell on the man's face without any obstacles, and then with a click, the sword energy was like a black thunder, penetrating the man's soul.

Lin Du had also quickly concentrated all the power of the formation to where Qi Zhun was, and used the folding fan to draw the power of the formation and poured it into Qi Zhun's body as much as possible.

The body is broken, the divine palace is destroyed, the soul is annihilated, and the dust falls to the ground.