Chapter 40: Si Xiang City (Twelve) [Get lost.]
Blood-red flowers bloomed on the girl's chest, tears of blood flowed from her right eye, her black eyes lost focus, silent and cold, she looked at him as if he were a dead object.
For a moment, the big demon was frightened by the astonishing aura she exuded.
His intuition told him that he had to say something.
"...Yes." After saying that, he regretted it.
What could he have to say to a woman who was who knew how many hundreds of years younger than him?
"Heh." Zhu Ciying chuckled softly. After getting the answer she desperately wanted, her rage-swept rationality slowly returned to her. She exhaled, "Very good."
She mobilized her spiritual energy to stop the bleeding from her wounds, and a ball of blue light formed in her right hand. Her voice was slightly hoarse as she said, "Thank you for giving me a reason to kill you."
By the time the big demon realized what she meant, the blue ball of spiritual power had already been thrown in front of him. He raised his hand and quickly condensed a ball of light in his palm that was more powerful than the blue ball of spiritual power and blasted it forward.
Zhu Ciying raised his hand to summon the jade flute, grasped the top and drew out the sword, then swung out a sword energy that split the ball of light thrown by the monster into two halves.
At the same time, the blue ball of light turned in the air and exploded without any warning. Scattered blue dots scattered everywhere, and some of them happened to merge into the few people who were unconscious on the ground.
Zhou Mingran and others slowly woke up and quickly understood what was going on. They all stood up and came to Zhu Ciying.
"Yingying, are you okay?" Zhou Mingran smelled the blood on her body as soon as he approached her.
"It's okay, the bleeding has stopped." Zhu Ciying glanced at his fellow disciples to confirm that they were all fine.
She frowned silently.
The wound on her chest, where the knife had pierced it, felt itchy, as if it were healing. This unexpected change actually surprised her, as she had only used the simplest method to stop the bleeding.
She secretly gripped the hilt of the sword, sensing another familiar spiritual power fluctuation in her body, and her slightly pursed lips unconsciously curled up.
"Senior Brother Yun." Zhu Ciying put away his sword and took out a piece of talisman paper.
Yun Bujin understood what he meant and immediately made a gesture.
Water Control: Two Dragons Playing with a Pearl.
The great demon was constantly alert to their movements, but he hadn't expected Yun Bujin's finger-control skills to be so much faster than those of ordinary cultivators. He immediately summoned his new sword, and with a violent rumble beneath his feet, two jets of water burst forth from the ground. When they reached a length of about ten meters, they suddenly struck him.
He raised his knife and fought back, blocking the water column.
However, water is something that has both reality and illusion.
The water droplets poured down on him like a light rain, soaking his hair and clothes.
The attack was painless, and the big monster was soaked without any wounds.
He was about to make a sarcastic remark, but he saw from afar the talisman paper in Zhu Ciying's hand moving naturally without any wind, and her slightly open red lips.
"Heaven and earth, thunder, soul shattering."
The big demon felt a chill in his heart and suddenly looked up. The thick purple lightning struck him on the head accurately, and the speed was once again beyond his expectations.
“Ahhhhhhhhhhh!”
A painful wail echoed throughout the world, and the air was filled with the smell of burning. The great demon fell to the ground, its body rigid and unable to move.
"Water conducts electricity!" Zhou Mingran saw the meaning and said, "What an interesting combination of spiritual skills. You two work really well together!"
Yun Bujin: "Junior sister came up with this."
"When a strong electric current passes through the human body, it can cause muscle spasms and paralysis. I intentionally controlled the power of the thunder talisman. Although it will not cause harm to Yan Chengyun's body, it will make the big demon in his body unable to move for a quarter of an hour." Zhu Ciying walked towards the direction where he fell.
"You only have two choices, either be killed by me or leave Yan Chengyun's body."
The big demon who couldn't move rolled his eyes.
There was no need to hesitate. The reason he had originally taken over Yan Chengyun's body was simply because of his looks and status. But a good-looking body was nothing compared to his own life.
"Since you want to save him so much, I will return it to you!" The big demon grinned, and his soul turned into a wisp of black gas and instantly drilled into the body that originally belonged to him.
Zhu Ciying helped the wounded Yan Chengyun up: "Senior Sister!"
Zhou Mingran and Qu Wanqing immediately took over the person and retreated behind Yun Bujin.
"His breath is very weak." Qu Wanqing's fingers left his wrist and looked coldly at the big demon who tore open the cage with his bare hands. "The demonic energy almost crushed his internal organs."
Zhou Mingran fed Yan Chengyun a pill: "Keep him alive for now. We only have two quarters of an hour, so we need to fight quickly and decisively."
"Just you two?" The big demon stretched his muscles twice, and the demonic energy emanating from his body almost enveloped the entire space.
Yun Bujin said solemnly, "Everyone, come together."
Zhou Mingran took out the guzheng and plucked the strings: "I'll take the lead."
Zhu Ciying held the sword upright in front of her and called out to fellow sword cultivators Qu Wanqing and Xu Feihuai, "Sister, Brother, use the Ten Thousand Killing Formation."
"good!"
"Um."
The three of them moved around, forming a large triangle, dyeing the white blades red with their own blood, and moving in unison to execute the sword moves of the Ten Thousand Killing Formation.
As soon as the big monster dodged the sound wave, the sword formation took shape immediately.
He was trapped in the center, like a silkworm in a cocoon. All around him were flying swords of various colors, each carrying a murderous aura of undying determination.
He took the first step, and dozens of red flying swords attacked him with extreme ferocity, trying to rip off his flesh. Even though he forcibly broke them, the flying swords still cut a bloody gash on his face.
Then he took the second step.
The aqua-blue flying sword was much softer, yet as stubborn as the sticky, lingering threads of a lotus root. That was Qu Wanqing's sword intent, unlike Xu Feihuai's ferocious and violent red sword, it was refined and virtually flawless.
The demon spent some time breaking free from the blue sword's grip, leaving him with several wounds. But seeing that he didn't even blink, it was clear that these attacks had no effect on him, and were insignificant.
Next, he took the third step.
Zhu Ciying's heart sank, and her white sword intent quickly rushed forward.
Her sword intent is not as brutal as Xu Feihuai's, nor as gentle as Qu Wanqing's. It is more neutral, combining both hardness and softness.
In her previous life, her senior brother had used this very sword intent. She had seen it once, so she imitated it privately and even secretly asked her master for advice. But even after the Demon Lord attacked Huaijiang Mountain, she had not yet mastered it.
Unexpectedly, she used it today.
In the center of the sword formation, a drop of cold sweat flowed down the big demon's forehead. The white flying swords that came one after another brought him tremendous pressure for the first time.
It’s not that he was afraid of the power of the flying sword. What really frightened him was the master behind the sword intent.
Three hundred years ago, he saw it in the battle between immortals and demons!
On the swordsman who suddenly appeared!
He saw with his own eyes that it was this sword intent that pierced his lord's heart and cut off his head!
The blood coursing through his veins froze bit by bit as he thought of the sword cultivator. Zhu Ciying's figure was reflected in the demon's pupils, which were constantly dilating with fear. At one moment, he vaguely saw a shadow standing behind her.
He recognized the shadow; it was the swordsman from a hundred years ago.
His eyes were bloodshot, this was impossible!
He was addicted to the cage he had created for himself, with flying swords piercing his limbs and destroying his demonic veins.
Yun Bujin seized the opportunity and decisively used the Phoenix Seal. Zhou Mingran cooperated with him by plucking the strings, and the two of them launched a combination skill, delivering a fatal blow.
However, when everyone thought that the big demon would fall down, he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, shattered the flying sword of his limbs, and smiled lightly.
"A mere few Nascent Souls and Golden Cores, do you really think you can kill me? A hundred years ago, when I was on a killing spree in your cultivation world's Qingwei Sect, those Nascent Souls and Golden Cores were much more difficult to deal with than you."
He licked his lips and said, "However, their golden elixir tastes good and is quite nourishing for monsters."
"Qingwei Sect..." Zhou Mingran's face darkened slightly.
When mentioning Qingwei Sect, cultivators in the world of cultivation will probably think of the tragic battle between immortals and demons three hundred years ago. The Qingwei Sect repelled 100,000 demons with the power of one sect. After the battle, reinforcements rushed to Qingwei, but found that no one was alive.
It took seven days and seven nights to clear away the bones and demon remains.
The monks who participated in the cleanup are unwilling to even think about it, for fear that they will vomit uncontrollably.
"I know you cultivators have many ways to communicate with each other, but even if you summon your sect's Tribulation Crossing Elders, they'd only be able to tie with me at best," the great demon said nonchalantly. "Besides, this is my territory, an independent space with no connection to the outside world. They'll have no way of finding me."
He recalled the white sword intent, and his gaze locked onto Zhu Ciying among the group of people across from him: "And you, seem to have something particularly dangerous on you."
He used the evil magic of possession, and the black energy condensed between his eyebrows instantly penetrated into Zhu Ciying's forehead and went straight to her spiritual home.
Xu Shuguan, who was the first to react, shouted, "No! He's trying to take over Junior Sister's body!"
Qu Wanqing: "What should I do?"
Zhou Mingran: "Seal her acupoints first!"
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Over the past hundred years, the great demon has taken over countless bodies, but he has never entered a spiritual palace as different as Zhu Ciying's.
black.
There is not a trace of light.
It was dark and boundless.
Generally speaking, a monk's spiritual home should be bright and holy, and every ray of light can more or less represent his emotional ties in real life.
Most of the cultivators he had seen who had no light at all were evil cultivators who had lost all conscience and done all kinds of bad things.
The big demon didn't believe it and swam deeper into the depths at a faster speed.
At the deepest point, he saw a very faint light.
It turns out that it's not that there is no emotional bond, it's just that it's hidden deep.
The big demon walked leisurely towards the flickering light, determined to see what was inside.
Soon, he froze in place.
Deep within Zhu Ciying's spiritual home, there was a transparent bottle with only the candy wrapper left.
Apart from this, there is nothing else.
What is this? The big demon was confused and showed a look of disgust.
Human emotions are truly disgusting. When he had previously possessed Yan Chengyun's body, his spiritual abode was filled with Yao Taotao, to the point where, despite initially not disliking her, he almost fell in love with her after a long period of coaxing and persuading her. This gradually led to his dislike for her, and he could no longer continue the drama of a loving couple, revealing his true colors.
Zhu Ciying has good talent and cultivation, and his spiritual palace has almost no emotional ties, which makes him very suitable for taking over another body.
He gathered up his demonic power, intending to shatter this weak ray of light and make this place completely merge into the darkness.
Suddenly, a force coming from his blood forced him to crawl on the ground.
Before being driven out of Zhu Ciying's spiritual palace, he heard an angry whisper, which made him feel the fear that his life was hanging by a thread.
【roll. 】
The Demon Lord told him to get out, get out of Zhu Ciying's body.
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