The two apprentices pounded on the mural with all their might, but they couldn't budge it an inch, let alone get inside it.
Blood blurred their palms, and they could only watch helplessly as Wei Qinghe's figure moved through the mural.
Despite being inside a mural, the speed at which it moved left its two apprentices in awe.
Zheng Wangyun exclaimed in surprise, "How can Master's teleportation be so much faster than ours? Even sword cultivators probably don't have this speed."
Ma Qi looked at Wei Qinghe's figure and said in a deep voice, "Master has sword intent on him."
"Isn't Master an alchemist? How can he have sword intent on him?" Zheng Wangyun found it unbelievable.
"Have you forgotten what the old man downstairs said last?" After saying that, March ignored the blood on his hands and continued to grope around in the mural, trying to find a way to enter it.
The old man asked, "Are you a formation master or an alchemist?"
Upon entering the mural, Wei Qinghe could see the pavilion in the distance, as well as the somewhat familiar sound of a zither.
They headed straight for the pavilion, following the sound of the zither. With the combined power of the teleportation talisman and instant teleportation, they quickly arrived in front of the pavilion.
A cold wind caused the thin gauze curtains outside the pavilion to flutter, and the chin of the person playing the zither could be vaguely seen.
Isn't that the man outside with the Lingdan Sect jade slip hanging there?
He's still outside, so why is he in the painting?
The strong smell of blood made Wei Qinghe frown involuntarily.
Her gaze swept over the pool of blood on the ground. "Emitting green light and still bleeding, Yi Fanxing, you are quite a peculiar existence."
The sharp sword energy pierced through the air, directly slicing off half of the flowing veil.
The musician's entire face was revealed. His eyes were empty and lifeless, and one could not even sense his presence.
Wei Qinghe swung his sword and severed the musician's head.
But the pianist's hands kept moving, and the music never stopped.
The wound didn't bleed, and the rolled-off head instantly turned into a piece of wood.
"So it was a puppet!"
This puppet is so realistic that it's almost indistinguishable from the real thing to the naked eye.
There are already real people outside, so why put a puppet here?
It would be better to just bring in the real people.
The music continued, and Wei Qinghe once again cleaved the withered lily with his sword, revealing the stark white bones beneath the soil as the earth exploded.
The roots of the lily had penetrated into the bones, as if it had already absorbed all the flesh and blood.
"hehe……"
A ghostly laugh suddenly rang out, as if it were right next to your ear, or as if it were coming from an uncertain place, or even from a very distant place.
Yi Fanxing appeared before Wei Qinghe, her eyes revealing an irresistible charm, and her words and actions exuding a bewitching allure.
"Young lady, why did you have to go through all this trouble to follow me all the way here?"
She sighed softly, seemingly somewhat helpless.
"I was originally going to check your alchemy results first. If they were good, I would let you come in as nourishment. But curiosity killed the cat. Since you're already here, even if they're bad, I have no choice but to arrange for you to be nourishment."
Wei Qinghe's sharp gaze swept over her, and with a slight movement of his divine sense, he could see a ghostly aura emanating from her.
There are also many incongruous upgrades lingering around it, those upgrades forcibly connected to its body like threads.
"Since you're already dead, why bother harming people to maintain your form?"
Wei Qinghe looked at her with disgust; it turned out she was a dead ghost.
Once someone is dead, they are dead. Why harm others and linger here?
If you can't get out, what's the point of staying here by absorbing the life force of others?
Yi Fanxing's expression suddenly changed, and her clothes also changed accordingly.
Clad in blood-red robes, accompanied by gusts of cold wind, her long hair flew wildly, and a strange smile spread across her pale face.
The half-foot-long, blood-red fingernails were terrifying to look at.
"Your alchemy skills are quite impressive. The more capable the flesh and soul, the stronger I will become. I quite like your physical body. Why don't we use it to leave this secret realm?"
Wei Qinghe held a long sword in one hand and a talisman in the other, saying, "Evil spirits dare to be so arrogant in front of me."
Seeing the blood-red runes faintly glowing, Yi Fanxing's eyes flashed with a fierce light, and she launched a strange, leaping attack with her claws towards Wei Qinghe.
Wei Qinghe smiled and unleashed a sword formation, sending out several spiritual talismans.
bass!
Blood-red fingernails gripped the longsword, but the talismans struck her body in full.
The power of the runes severely injured Yi Fanxing, who was sent flying by the immense force and crashed heavily onto the ruins.
Yi Fanxing was unwilling and glared angrily at Wei Qinghe. Suddenly, a powerful, eerie ghostly aura burst forth from her palm as she touched the ground.
The vast expanse of land beneath her suddenly surged with ghostly energy, rapidly moving towards her.
In an instant, the ghostly energy surged, and the surroundings were instantly enveloped in it.
The exposed bones gradually turned into dust and scattered with the wind.
"You don't know what's good for you!"
Despite the situation, Wei Qinghe remained calm. She then summoned several more talismans, which flew through the air, and another sword formation descended.
The combination of the talisman and the sword formation imprisoned the ghostly energy that was about to erupt.
Yi Fanxing's body twisted strangely, and her ghostly aura transformed into a gigantic ghostly shadow.
A white tiger shadow also erupted behind Wei Qinghe in an instant.
The forces of both sides rapidly intensified, and a violent explosion occurred on the spot due to the interaction of their forces.
The explosions ended with Yi Fanxing's screams.
Dust splattered, and the ghostly aura gradually thinned and disappeared.
Meanwhile, outside the mural.
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