bookrebus Chapter 185 How could there be such a mess?
Chapter 185 How could there be such a mess?
Bai Yushu was bored, carrying his sword on his back, and randomly sweeping the weeds around him with the hilt of the sword.
"We've been walking for so long, and we haven't seen any sword cultivators yet?"
Where is Shen Wenqu? He has completed the task that Junior Sister has given him at zero o'clock, and now he has to drag these two people from Yuanshan Sect around like headless flies.
Three sword cultivators... Tsk, if there was a talisman cultivator, at least he could use the God-Seeking Formation to check the location of that guy Shen Wenqu, and then he could just draw his sword and kill him.
Wan Lingyun was carrying a heavy sword and felt as if he was given the cold shoulder, but he could not find any evidence.
Chu Xian: "Don't worry, Jiang Xuan has pointed out the direction for us. Maybe we are still some distance away."
Wan Lingyun: "That's right, Jiang Xuan drew the formation himself, how could there be any mistakes? Stop wasting your energy there. I promised Jiang Xuan that I would let you fight Shen Wenqu in one piece."
The three of them all looked at the poor little inner gate assigned to them, thinking that they might encounter the strange human-faced beast on the road ahead, and they all felt a little anxious.
Bai Yushu was about to speak when he felt a pang in his heart.
The smell of the ferocious beast filled the air, and as the thunder rolled in the sky, it leaped over the bushes and weeds.
Boom————
...Is there something wrong with his nose?
The smell of this ferocious beast is so familiar.
Looking back, beyond the layers of fog and ghost woods, there are two identical figures in the storm.
Jiang Xuan felt himself becoming very light and he watched himself flying up woodenly, but his hands were still grasping the man's waist as if welded.
It seemed like some messy talisman was stuck on my back. I felt cold at first, and then there was a burning pain.
The Red Water Talisman...is a Red Water Talisman with fire spiritual power drawn on it.
It only took a short while for this clone to learn it.
Jiang Xuan tilted his head tiredly, a little confused, but still refused to let go.
“Let go…what the hell are you…ahh ...
To be honest, hearing the ghost screaming as it was struck by lightning, Jiang Xuan felt a little better.
She closed her eyes, listening to the extremely familiar voice gradually becoming confused, and then slowly, the screams turned into unfamiliar voices.
what......
Got you.
Jiang Xuan's eyes were red. He grabbed the man's collar and smiled with gritted teeth.
It’s the prototype, the prototype of that old man.
"Listen carefully. I, Jiang Xuan, will not only kill Shen Wenqu and Jiang Li, but I will also make sure they never have a happy ending! I will tear down their marriage temple with my own hands!"
After she shouted this, she could hardly tell whether it was the thunder, herself, or the scream of the ghost in her ears.
The phantom on the opposite side was about to disintegrate, but Jiang Xuan held its face and stared at it tightly.
The speed of the golden light from the thunder was so fast that the little coal ball couldn't open his eyes.
When the thunder weakened, Little Coal Ball could slowly see the two figures surrounding the center of the storm.
It was no longer possible to tell which was the real Jiang Xuan and which was the fake, as they were all piled together in tatters.
The charred bones made fine cracking sounds, and the sound of cat's claws scratching around was also a chaos in Jiang Xuan's mind.
Until the next breakthrough thunder fell.
The intact novice stretched out his hand amidst the billowing black smoke.
Jiang Xuan's hair was also messy, and he still lowered his head. He just stretched out his hands and drew them in the air twice, and he was unable to speak.
Little Coal Ball went over, bit Jiang Xuan's wrist, and dragged him out.
The blood color quickly returned to the dry bones, and the residual power of the thunder rushed through the meridians.
Jiang Xuan vomited a pool of black blood, leaned on the ground and watched silently for a while, then rolled to the side, picked a clean place and held on to the tree trunk to stand up.
She slowly stood up, her breathing still a little irregular. After a while, she stretched herself, breathing weakly, and looked up at the dense clouds in the sky that had not yet dispersed through her fingers.
She has been waiting for a long time in the middle stage of Jindan.
A cat's paw flew over, and the pad of the paw landed beside Jiang Xuan's leg with a thud.
"Are you trying to scare me to death? You... Tsk, anyway, this ghost guy is not someone we can defeat! Run away now!"
The little coal ball cursed while holding the Qiankun bag with great effort. He shook his cat head and then struggled to use his teeth to bite open the two knots that Jiang Xuan had tied.
Jiang Xuan moved his joints twice, squatted down to touch Little Coal Ball's head, then put the Qiankun bag away and put it around his waist.
"Leave? Do you think you can still leave?"
The sound was like an ice-hardened blade scraping across bronze, with seven or eight overlapping voice lines wrapped in the hoarse metallic vibration.
Originally, the appearance of this ghost was still a mimic of Jiang Xuan, but now the pupils had turned red, making it look exactly like an evil ghost.
Jiang Xuan had nothing in his hands, and he held down the two swords and a shovel that were struggling in his Qiankun bag.
"Leave? Where to go? I haven't beaten you to death yet, have I?"
She turned her hand over to look at her nails, calmly enduring the burning sensation in her dantian and the loosening of the blood contract with the little coal ball.
The civet cat arched its back, with wounds on its sharp claws, but it still stood in front of Jiang Xuan.
The restless spiritual power collided with the blood contract, and Jiang Xuan felt his heartbeat gradually getting faster along with the little coal ball.
"Just you? Do I need to remind you that you can't mobilize any spiritual power at all now?"
The phantom half raised his chin, and Jiang Xuan felt quite unhappy when he saw his face making this expression.
Jiang Xuan faced the breaking thunder tribulation, half-knelt down calmly, and placed the small coal ball on his knees.
"I can't summon my spiritual power, so you've become like this, right?"
If we take this opportunity now, we may have a chance to hurt the real body of this ghost.
The ghost listened to Jiang Xuan's words with an unstable mind, and suddenly became furious. After thinking for a while, it transformed into Xiaobai's shovel body.
"Seeing that your rag has been fed with spiritual power by you, it should be your life-defining magic weapon. Why not use its appearance to kill you?"
The civet cat that was showing its fangs and claws just now had a gloomy look in its eyes, and it was already bursting with astonishing murderous intent.
Explain clearly! Who is the broken one! Who is the broken one! What happened to Xiaobai? Why is Xiaobai a broken one!
Jiang Xuan ignored the ghost and picked up the little coal ball, facing himself.
The little coal ball was holding up her belly and swinging her legs, and she looked back in confusion at the unreliable spiritual practitioner with whom she had formed a pact.
Little Coal Ball: "What are you doing? Even if I'm like this, I don't need you to protect me. After all, I'm an eight-tailed civet cat. At least I can hold on for you for a while."
Jiang Xuan said nothing, but pinched the little coal ball's trembling hind legs, and the hair that was stuck to clumps by the dirty blood.
"Nothing, but..."
"Indeed, I have to rely on you now."
After he finished speaking, Jiang Xuan hooked his fingertips on the spirit-calling lock that had been hanging on the little coal ball's neck.
The curse-removing seal that Gu Ye temporarily made prevented the little coal ball's spiritual power from being suppressed so tightly, but the civet cat's blood-red pupils and uneasy look could not deceive Jiang Xuan.
The bell rang crisply, and then the red silk that had merged into his blood fell into Jiang Xuan's clean palm.
She took the initiative to unlock it.
Xiao Meiqiu's vision suddenly became very high, and the bitter but determined smile on Jiang Xuan's lips suddenly became very far away.
Idiot... Jiang Xuan, so stupid...
Jiang Xuan Jiang Xuan Jiang Xuan.
Little Coal Ball's mind was empty, with only these two words slowly echoing in his mind.
"How is it possible...Aren't you afraid of death? Jiang Xuan! How is it possible, how is it possible! That is an ancient ferocious beast!"
The phantom hidden under Jiang Xuan's skin actually revealed such a embarrassed and fearful expression.
Jiang Xuan was half-kneeling, staring at the man's chaotic true body amidst his flying hair.
The eight-tailed civet cat without a blood pact could be easily suppressed by Liu Rumo.
If so, what about the Nine-Tailed Fox?
What if she, a cultivator with five spiritual roots in the middle stage of the Golden Core, could be the last tail of the civet cat?
Now she is still in the process of breakthrough and cannot call upon spiritual power, but it doesn’t say that she cannot offer elixirs.
Jiang Xuan was struck by thunder and was on the verge of collapse. He was tired, so he simply lay down under the roots of the tree, looking at the furry creature that was gradually growing taller and smiling slowly.
The feeling of being scared to death is a little easier than before.
It didn't hurt at all. I just felt my consciousness flowing into the towering furry mouth along the direction of the blood contract.
Forget it. If she fails and tries again, it will be she, Jiang Xuan, who owes Xiao Meiqiu.
She originally owed the cat a tail, so it wouldn't be a loss to return it to the civet cat.
Jiang Xuan vaguely heard the sound of something breaking above his head, half opened his eyes, and saw that the dome of the secret realm was broken.
Outside the secret realm, things were in chaos.
Yueying looked at the transmission mirror in disbelief, and her pretending to be dignified body fell off the chair.
"What is that? A civet cat? A vicious beast that has transformed into a god?!"
Impossible... All the ferocious beasts that could possibly be transformed into nine-tailed beasts are guarded by people from Xuan Yue Sect. How did this one escape?
Who gave this ferocious beast the opportunity to transform into a nine-tailed beast?
The inner sect cultivators who came to watch the battle were in a panic for a while.
Some in the crowd fled in all directions, while others, blinded by the sight of money, recklessly pulled people around them and wanted to form a team to subdue the ferocious beast.
Yueying was at a loss for a moment. She pressed the vital point on the inside of her wrist and meditated for a while, but to no avail.
"Everyone, be quiet! All inner disciples of Xuanyue Sect, go to the secret realm to suppress them! The elders of each sect are here to protect the rest of the cultivators!"
"Elder Xuan Yue Sect, follow me to repair the barrier of the secret realm."
As soon as Jiang Yuanke heard this, he knew that this was another attempt by the Xuanyue Sect to take it all for itself. Sect Leader Liu, who was sitting next to him and had a wise look in his eyes, didn't care about anything else and pulled Qin Sheng over to discuss the matter together.
Jiang Yuanke: "It's over... It must be that the people from Xuanyue Sect poisoned Master Liu at some point! Song Qing, you learned talismans when you were young, so you should think of a way..."
As a sword cultivator, he could only pinch Liu Rumo's nose frantically in an attempt to wake up this junior who was very good at quarreling.
If Xuan Yue Sect were to seize the initiative in this chaotic situation, it would be the end of them!
The people from Xuan Yue Sect entered the secret realm. What happened in that secret realm and what was the outcome were all decided by their own opinion. Wasn’t it all up to them?
Not only has a ferocious beast appeared in the secret realm, but the disciples in the secret realm also don’t know whether they are alive or dead. What should we do?
Liu Rumo felt a sharp pain on his front teeth. He had just sent Shen Wenqu, Chen Que and others to the entrance of the secret realm, and turned around to rush to save Jiang Xuan. Halfway through his run, he was distracted and was strangled back.
This swordsman has really strong strength.
Qin Sheng: "Wake up, wake up, let go!"
Song Qing waved away the deadly hand of his former colleague. Seeing that Liu Rumo, the tough guy who was difficult to deal with, had woken up, the three old men inexplicably felt a little more confident.
These three sects have been suppressed by the Xuan Yue Sect for thousands of years, and there are numerous connections between them, so it is not easy for them to directly confront it.
Although Liu Rumo is a junior, his temper is well-known far and wide. At that time, he was the only direct disciple left in Suiyi Sect, but he went straight to the top of Tiange in Xuanyue Sect and pointed his sword at the sect leader. His strength and character were evident.
Yueying was still above, having stretched out his hand to direct the inner sect formation of Xuanyue Sect to enter the secret realm. Liu Rumo rubbed his chin and flew over with his hands behind his back.
Yueying was unceremoniously knocked away.
The leader of Xuan Yue Sect fell asleep right on the spot.
Jiang Yuanke: ...It’s good to be young. Unlike older people, they sleep a lot.
"All members of Suiyi Sect, listen up! Dismantle the secret realm, rescue your relatives, carry the Heavenly Secret Mirror with you, and capture those who have no reflection in the mirror alive!"
The timing of Liu Rumo's words was quite clever. He just moved his fingers behind his back, and the transmission mirror immediately split into two.
On one side, there were the disciples who were still using the old moves to fight in a strange way, and on the other side, there was Jing Yuming who was using the inner sect of Xuan Yue Sect as a shield to kill the man-faced beast.
Everyone already knew that Xuan Yue Sect had blatantly cheated in the secret realm competition. Now, those independent cultivators who originally had unclear positions also developed an irrepressible feeling of contempt for the world's number one sect that was once unattainable.
Jing Yuming was already blood-thirsty, his fingertips stained with blood, and he pulled the inner disciples of Xuanyue Sect to block the attack smoothly.
He had discovered that the closer he got to here, the more human-faced beasts would come towards him.
Jiang Xuan was obviously nearby, and he also saw that the huge shadow hanging under the clouds was the small coal ball.
Suiyi Sect's inner and outer sects transmitted messages to their colleagues, who were busy in a group. While casting spells, their eyes were closely following the eldest brother who was transmitting the other half of the Sky Mirror.
The beast was so ferocious that even the eldest brother had a hard time beating it. Would the combined strength of the inner and outer sects really be enough...
Now there are even some senior executives stationed in the Tianji Department who cannot be transferred temporarily.
The only target of Liu Rumo's order was Suiyi Sect, but as soon as he said this, following the signals from the three sect leaders, those in the inner and outer sects also understood the instructions and changed their clothes.
Under the clear sunlight, the light blue clothes looked like floating clouds, pouring into the damaged areas of the secret realm in groups.
Liu Rumo looked at the huge crowd and was stunned for a moment.
Jiang Yuanke chuckled foolishly and looked a lot younger. He put a finger in front of his mouth, then turned around and followed Song Qing, Qin Sheng and the others to "help" Yueying.
They are all cultivators who have been practicing for a long time. It is normal for them to walk unsteadily as they get older.
For example, Jiang Yuanke, an old swordsman, would accidentally fall and it would be normal for him to sit directly on a talisman cultivator.
Song Qing: "Oh no, there's an evil spirit! Protect the leader of the world's number one sect! Sect Leader Yue, leave quickly!"
He was holding the talisman, shouting something about friendship and bond, and then he slipped and fell, and they successfully stacked up together to suppress Yueying tightly.
Qin Sheng hesitated for a long time. His own Bibo Sect already had a crazy disciple. As the leader, would he also follow suit?
He thought for a long time, looked at Jiang Yuanke's exaggerated acting skills, then looked at Yueying who was almost dying from sitting, and finally made up his mind and slowly sat down with him.
It is a disgrace to our clan... It is a disgrace to our family... How could such a mess happen...
As he sat on Yueying, he hesitated and looked up at the green figure who was bowing his head, then he casually pulled out Jiang Yuanke's natal sword and threw it to Liu Rumo.
"Go ahead. If my eldest disciple goes crazy again, just beat him up and don't hold back."