The Zhu family patriarch was once again shocked by Wei Qinghe's composure.
Such composure and calmness made him feel uneasy.
It wasn't that he thought the girl in front of him was particularly impressive, but rather that the person behind her was far more powerful than he had previously imagined.
After a moment of unease, he thought of the Zhu family's current strength.
"Who lives and who dies was decided the day you met Xin'er."
At this point, the disdain in the eyes of the Zhu family patriarch deepened.
"I kindly gave you a chance to die easily before, but unfortunately you didn't cherish it."
As soon as he finished speaking, a powerful force erupted from the Zhu family patriarch.
A faint, eerie mist shrouded its body, carrying a faint scent of blood.
In the dim light, one could almost see countless souls struggling and emitting eerie cries.
The mournful cry was so infectious that it made people feel so sad they couldn't go on living.
As Wei Qinghe gazed at the crimson mist, the unknown spiritual root in her dantian felt a strange, excited pulsation.
With a flick of her wrist, a purple electric current, like a cloud brush, flew down from her hair.
Seeing her so calm and composed, the Zhu family patriarch, who had previously thought she had something to offer, suddenly burst into laughter when he realized she couldn't even produce a decent weapon.
"Hahaha... I thought he really came from some great sect or family, but it turns out he's just like this..."
As the Zhu family patriarch laughed wildly, bursts of bloody energy transformed into hazy sword energy.
The sword energy, under his control, multiplied from one to two, from two to four, and so on.
Within each wisp of sword energy lies a hideous evil spirit.
"Mysterious Yin Technique!"
Wei Qinghe spun her purple electric cloud brush rapidly. Just as the Xuan Yin sword energy was about to strike, blood-red runes appeared in front of her.
The evil spirits that were originally imbued with the sword energy felt the power of the runes, and their already ferocious faces became even more grotesque.
Not only did the evil spirits dare not approach, but even the sword energy was forced to stop.
The Zhu family patriarch's confident expression instantly froze.
But in an instant, he intensified his power, "You're actually a spellcaster!"
Spellcasters are considered ghost killers, but the Zhu family patriarch remained full of confidence.
"Although spellcasters are skilled at dealing with ghosts, they are the weakest in front of sword cultivators."
This time, dozens of sword energies appeared behind the Zhu family patriarch, each of which was forcibly infused with multiple evil souls.
The grotesque appearance of the evil spirits made the already fierce sword energy even more sinister and ghostly.
Wei Qinghe kept drawing talismans with his purple electric brush, while simultaneously using elemental power to set up an array.
Dozens of sword energies attacked again, and the formation suddenly appeared.
After the sword energy shattered and disappeared completely under the effect of the formation, the evil spirit struggled desperately within the formation, emitting painful and piercing howls.
If the patriarch of the Zhu family was still full of confidence before, then at this moment his confidence has vanished.
"Who...who exactly are you?"
He appeared relatively calm, but his words betrayed his panic.
Previously, I thought that even if the young girl in front of me was a Spirit Sect master, it was possible that she was just lucky enough to have climbed up to someone of high status.
Now it seems that this little girl is really something else.
He even felt that it wasn't a loss that his precious grandson died at the hands of the other party.
Although it wasn't a loss, that was still his most favored grandson.
"You're the one who'll send you to the Yellow Springs!"
Wei Qinghe felt pretty good about using the Purple Flowing Cloud Brush in battle for the first time, and his mood seemed to be alright as well.
"Hmph, since you can't possibly introduce yourself, then don't blame me for being impolite. This is something you owe me."
The Zhu family patriarch gritted his teeth. Regardless of the other party's identity, since things had come to this point, he naturally had to do everything he could to kill him.
Otherwise, if we wait until this young girl leaves, the Zhu family might really bring about their annihilation.
Countless streams of blood energy surged forth again, all rushing rapidly toward the Zhu family patriarch.
As the blood energy was injected, the Zhu family patriarch's body gradually grew larger, and even his aged appearance instantly became much younger.
Several powerful evil spirits flew out from the open door behind him.
The stench of rotting corpses intensified dramatically at that moment.
Wei Qinghe looked behind the Zhu family patriarch and saw the dragon-carved pillar and several strange furnaces.
This furnace looks just like an alchemy furnace, but it is very large; it can easily fit more than ten people inside.
More than ten people!
Wei Qinghe immediately released a wisp of her divine sense. She had previously found the stench of the rotting corpse rather strange, and now it seemed that it was probably...
With a thought, he saw that the furnaces were indeed filled with people.
The life force of the living was slowly sucked away, leaving the corpse to rot inside, and the stench of the rotting corpse was even absorbed by the Zhu family patriarch.
Before the Zhu family patriarch could launch another attack, Wei Qinghe immediately retreated to create distance.
Whether it's runes or formations, she can control them remotely, so keeping the distance doesn't affect her at all.
The Zhu family patriarch was enveloped by spiritual power and ghostly energy, the two forces coiling fiercely around him from bottom to top like snakes.
The aura of death inside the house billowed out, even more terrifying and sinister than the Abyss of Evil Ghosts.
The purple electric cloud brush in Wei Qinghe's hand instantly grew larger, and the power of multiple elements condensed together in the appearance of the spear.
...
Meanwhile, in the Zhu family dungeon.
A sinister atmosphere permeated the entire dungeon, and those imprisoned here were not just young girls, but men, women, and children of all ages.
Although they were separated and kept in different locks, some of the more skilled individuals, though showing signs of panic, were trying to find a way out.
Those who do not understand cultivation or have not yet begun cultivation only know how to cry humbly.
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