The black mist eagerly absorbed the life force around it. Although these ordinary people were just a snack for Ghost Gate, He did not despise them and instinctively wanted more.
The judge and his men were more than a hundred meters away from Li Anbang and the others, but their words still fell clearly into their ears.
They were stunned by the news of Shi Miao's death.
Shi Miao was dead? How could that be? She had always been so strong, so reliable...
Did she die to protect them? She could have left at any moment with her abilities, but for these insignificant beings, she resolutely stood in front, never retreating.
Hot tears flowed down, and many people couldn't help crying. The sad mood spread among the crowd, and the crying became louder and louder.
In the past, when they encountered problems that they could not solve, they would always subconsciously seek the protection of gods and pray for their protection.
However, the judges' attitudes completely poured cold water on them.
The gods, who seemed so great and transcendent in their eyes, didn't care about them at all. In their eyes, their existence was no different from that of insects. So they took their lives without hesitation.
The one who tries to protect them is Shi Miao, who is also a human.
Their tears were shed not only for themselves, but also for Shi Miao.
"Wow, that's so pitiful. You look like the sky is falling."
Yan Ruoran turned around and saw the expressions of these humans. The joy made the corners of her mouth curl up.
"Let your death be a farewell to Shi Miao," she said.
However, the black fog could not touch the humans around it, as if it was blocked outside by an invisible barrier.
The judge's expression grew even colder. "Foolish woman, you're doing unnecessary things."
He sneered, "It's just the insignificant death struggle of a bug."
Shi Miao is dead, how long can this barrier last?
Some spiritual ghost gates were obviously dissatisfied with the reality that they could not enjoy the snacks even though they were right in front of them, and the black fog attacked the barrier more and more wantonly.
With a crack, everyone heard the sound of the barrier breaking, and despair appeared on their faces.
Just as the black fog was about to envelop everyone present, a ray of light appeared out of nowhere. As if it had encountered the most terrifying thing in its life, the black fog quickly retreated back to the gates of hell.
Yan Ruoran turned her head stiffly—Ji Jingyao was here!
Didn't his sister get into trouble? He had clearly been led away by their people a long time ago.
Moreover, he, a Demon Lord, actually used the legendary immortal technique of illuminating thousands of miles, which was said to have slain countless demons... If the people of the Guangming Sect knew about this, they would probably vomit blood and question their lives. This immortal technique is not so easy to practice, and those who can practice it basically become the leader of the sect.
Yan Ruoran had a bad feeling and subconsciously wanted to run away.
But it was too late.
The next second, she felt her soul was frozen, and then her soul was forcibly pulled out of Wei Qingqiu's body, and finally swallowed by the ghost gate.
The whole process took less than a second. Until Wei Qingqiu's body fell, no one noticed that Yan Ruoran's soul was completely gone.
Ordinary people didn't notice it, but the judges and ghost messengers couldn't have been unaware of it.
When the celestial spell, which illuminated a thousand miles, fell upon them, their composure was completely lost, and they frantically drew their magic weapons to block it. Even so, blisters immediately formed on the areas of their bodies that were hit by the spell.
The judge could still endure it, but the ghost catcher and ghost general screamed in pain.
The judge's expression became solemn. This magic naturally restrained them, and why did it look like the legendary light that illuminated a thousand miles away?
It's impossible. In such a world of the Dharma Ending Age, how could anyone learn such legendary magic?
Because of Ji Jingyao's action, the powerful image that the judge and other gods had worked hard to create was shattered.
He looked at Ji Jingyao deeply and was about to speak when another ray of light fell from a thousand miles away, as if on purpose, and just brushed past him.
Even though Ji Jingyao's current strength is far inferior to that of his previous life, these gods appeared in the human world and were suppressed by the laws themselves, and were also suppressed to death.
So the ghost messenger and the Ox-Head and Horse-Faced Demons turned into ashes after screaming.
The judge's face changed drastically. He clenched the pen in his hand and was about to leave immediately when another attack was waiting for him.
Ji Jingyao said coldly: "Did I let you go?"
The judge dodged in a panic and used his pen to block in front of himself.
Ji Jingyao's eyes were cold. He had had enough of the cat-and-mouse game and it was time to end it.
"Don't be in a hurry, leave it to me." A gentle and familiar voice sounded.
The people who were originally weeping and mourning over Shi Miao's death looked towards the source of the sound in disbelief. A familiar and beautiful figure slowly emerged in the air.
It’s Shi Miao!
Zuo Baozhu cried with joy, "Master is fine after all!" And now Master's aura seemed to be even stronger than before he was injured.
Zuo Baozhu opened her eyes wide in surprise—could it be that her master had already left his body?
The jade bracelet made of a white dragon on her wrist gently touched her hand, and her thoughts were conveyed to her.
【Shi Miao won't get into trouble that easily.】
Zuo Baozhu smiled secretly: It was obvious that Minglong had been deceived just now. The sadness coming from his wrist at that time did not seem fake.
The judge was even more shocked. "Weren't you swallowed by the gates of hell?"
Shi Miao blinked. "I did die once, but I didn't expect that it would coincide with the nature of the technique, which allows one to regenerate from death. So I came back to life. Surprising, isn't it?"
There was no other way. Her technique was all about heartbeats. This time… if she hadn't been prepared to die, she might not have survived.
There really is no shortcut to spiritual practice. The suffering she endured was real.
Shi Miao looked at the panicked judge and suddenly lost interest in teasing him.
There was no need. He would never understand her ambitions and choices, nor would he empathize with ordinary people. Even if he felt regret, it wouldn't be from the heart; he would only regret that he wasn't strong enough.
She raised her hand, and a surge of merit and faith fell on the judge, completely surrounding him.
The judge was confused by Shi Miao's move, but Ji Jingyao understood Shi Miao's plan in an instant.
Ghost Gate had some spirits, but not many. In its eyes, the judge was just a small cake with a sweet smell, so it happily accepted it.
The judge didn't even have time to struggle before he was completely swallowed up.
When the judge's soul completely disappeared, Shi Miao heard an angry voice coming from the depths of the underworld.
The golden light gathered into a sword in Shi Miao's hand. She swung it lightly, and the sword light split the abyss under the gate of hell.
The Ghost Gate sank back into the ground, the cold wind disappeared, the earthquake stopped, the red sun disappeared, and everything returned to peace.
Shi Miao's calm voice spread, "This is a matter of reciprocity. If you don't know how to be polite, I will teach you."
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