MTL - Xianzun is Collapsing Every Day-Chapter 83 Affectionately
Ye Tingjiang is usually a secluded temperament and doesn't interact much with other monks. At this moment, he looked at the female cultivator in pink and felt familiar, but he really couldn't remember who she was.
"Qin Xiu, he's still a beautiful Qin Xiu." Mu Chuanhan sighed, "How can I forget this when I see it."
Too bad he hasn't even seen him at all.
Ye Tingjiang kept recalling the appearance of the Qin Xiu he had socialized with, but unfortunately they only appeared in other people's memories like phantoms, and they could only be limited in that square inch. See the face of this female cultivator.
Jiaoweiqin floated in the air, and the music was excited, trying to restrain the behemoth in front of her. Jiuying twisted the snake's body and let out a roar, which was shrill, like a baby crying.
Mu Chuihan couldn't help but glanced at the child in his arms, he still grinned and cried, the cry merged with Jiuying's cry, and he couldn't tell the source of the sound for a while.
"The knot, the formation." The pink-clothed female cultivator fought against Jiuying with all her might, and had no time to turn back, so she could only repeat the order word by word. A cultivator behind her gritted her teeth, and a faint light flashed on the magic weapon, but she was helpless, and she couldn't form a trapped formation alone.
The companion beside him looked at him, then looked at the screaming Jiuying and the female cultivator, suddenly pulled his shoulders and said softly, "Go."
Jiuying raised the snake's head, and the water column was divided into thousands of sword beams, stabbing in their direction.
The girl in pink plucked the strings with extremely fast fingering, and the water columns on both sides turned to stab Jiuying under the sound of the piano. The music became more and more intense. With the sound of "Zheng", the seven strings were all broken, but half of the water swords pierced her heart.
She stood up from the Hengqin, the water sword exploded on the cliff, and the thousand-year-old paulownia wood on the body of the piano was split in half by the water sword. And the few monks behind her looked at the sky, and hurriedly took their spiritual weapons to escape for their lives towards Shanyin.
Only the young cultivator who tried to form the formation at the beginning looked back and shouted again, "Sect Master!"
His eyes seemed to be unbearable, but when he turned around, he saw Jiuying opened his huge mouth, as if to swallow him up in one bite. In the end, he was so frightened that he didn't dare to stay any longer, and fled in the direction of his fellow sect.
Jiao Weiqin was broken, but Jiuying didn't mean to stop at all, and opened his mouth to reveal his fangs, which was another water sword. The female cultivator used her spiritual power to condense a wide shield to block the water sword, but under the cry of Jiuying, the water sword pierced the long shield little by little until it sank into the female cultivator's chest.
"I see." Mu Chuihan shook his head slightly. The female cultivator seemed to have died in this battle. Thinking about what happened in the imperial city and this scene, it was completely the same.
The female cultivator came to rescue the disciple in the sect, but the disciple in the sect abandoned her.
They rescued the people in the imperial city, but the people scrambled to escape from the city gate.
He now understands the painstaking arrangement of the person behind the scenes, that person originally wanted them to experience the state of being betrayed by a female cultivator on the verge of death.
"He will give me an illusion," Mu Chuihan frowned, "It seems like I betrayed this female cultivator back then. I thought this kind of thing would be better for the cultivator who just escaped."
"Maybe they're gone." Ye Tingjiang had been pondering since just now, and only now did he finally speak.
The female cultivator was already kneeling on the ground weakly, Jiuying curled up and hovered over the mountain, submerging her body with water little by little.
Just as Mu Chuihan thought that when the play was about to end, a few spiritual lights appeared in the clouds outside the mountain. The cultivator at the head looked like a man, shouting indistinct notes from a distance.
In a trance, the mountains and clouds disappeared, and they were still in the blazing fire, the imperial city that had been deserted.
"Lengchan?" Mu Chuihan whispered a person's name.
The first time he knew Leng Huan, it was the sick and weak male cultivator in the mouth of Mingzheng when Yunze would drink. According to Mingzheng and Ye Tingjiang at the time, Zhufenglou suffered heavy casualties in the Nine Infants Rebellion a hundred years ago, and Leng's wife also fell.
It is said that Zhufenglou's vitality was severely damaged, and several monks who were lucky to escape with their lives a hundred years ago were also unfavorable in their fleeting years, and were plagued by catastrophe, and soon died in Huangquan.
Mu Chuihanyuan didn't think of Zhufenglou. After all, he knew very little about everyone in the world of immortals. Only the famous people in the book could impress him. But just when Ye Tingjiang said "they're gone", Mu Chuihan couldn't help but connect the remaining monks in Zhufenglou with these monks who were escaping alone on the mountain top.
It doesn't seem to be unfavorable for fleeting years. The deaths of those monks were all premeditated revenge by Leng Hao.
"It's him." Ye Tingjiang said firmly. The scene just now made him gradually recall what he saw at the wedding banquet of Leng Hao and his wife. The beautiful bride at the wedding banquet gradually overlapped with the side face of the pink-clad female cultivator.
The female cultivator was the head of Zhufenglou, and the last male cultivator they saw in the illusion must be Leng Hao. And now, Leng Hao noticed their movements, the dream-inducing spell failed, and they were forced to leave the illusion.
"He doesn't want to die with the Immortal Cultivation Realm because his wife died, right?" Mu Chuihan was speechless: "So, I can understand how he dared to release Jiu Ying."
"Xianjun," Mu Chuihan laughed and looked at Ye Tingjiang: "If I died, would you do the same?"
Although this is a soulful story in the storybook, but it really happened, it is not so good-looking. Mu Chui asked himself, even if Ye Tingjiang suffered the same experience as this female cultivator, he couldn't be so crazy.
"Don't say such unlucky words." Ye Tingjiang gave him a faint look back: "You won't die."
"Okay. Then let's get out of here quickly." Mu Chuihan said, "I'll be burned by this fire for a while, and I should really turn into a bone."
"Yes." Ye Tingjiang responded, looking down at the crying child in Mu Chuihan's arms.
"Oh, by the way, you can't take him away." Mu Chuihan looked at the face that looked like Lin Xu, and finally took care of the swaddling clothes.
Then, as soon as his hand was released, the baby fell straight to the ground and was swallowed by the fire.
But Ye Tingjiang was not surprised at all, just stared lightly in the direction of the child's whereabouts.
Under the gazes of the two of them, the red swaddle was instantly burned by the fire, but the baby's tender body was not damaged in the slightest. Instead, it stretched its hands and feet in the fire, twisted like Lin Xu's face, and the evil spirit shrouded the imperial city. .
The baby's hands and feet like lotus roots gradually contracted, but the body was inexplicably elongated, and finally became the same color as the fire, giving birth to scales as hard as iron.
Its body grew into a fiery red snake body, and eight hideous snake heads grew on the snake body. Four of them are a strange red like the body of a snake, and the other are generally glowing with a faint blue light.
Generally fire, generally water. For the first time, they saw the appearance of the nine infants combined, and the bodies separated by the ancient monks were inexplicably merged together.
It cried, and cried as it had when it was a baby, and every sound heralded the coming of disaster.
Mu Chuihan and Ye Tingjiang didn't notice the child's strangeness at first. But later, all the people of the imperial city were driven by Leng's spell to flee to the city gate, and Mrs. Lin was no exception. Only this child has been staying in Mu Chuihan's arms all the time, except for crying, there is no abnormality.
Although Mu Chuihan did not think that a small child could climb to the gate of the city, it was impossible for Leng Hao to let such a child go alone. Therefore, when he did not show any desire to escape, Mu Chui Han then noticed something was wrong.
Until Ye Tingjiang used the dream-inducing technique to invade Leng's memory, the child also appeared in the illusion with them. The baby's cry and Jiu Ying's cry blended together, which made Mu Chuihan confirm this fact.
What Mrs. Lin wanted to ask them to save was not the innocent newborn child, but the incarnation of Jiuying, the initiator of the disaster in this country.
The so-called non-stop crying is not because of the fortune of the country; it is because of this cry that disasters have come to the human kingdom. Mrs. Lin, and them, did not discover the reversed cause and effect at first.
"Eight heads?" Mu Chuihan's smile was somewhat mocking: "Leng Hao looks down on us too much."
Although he didn't know what kind of conspiracy Leng Hao had outside the imperial city, there was no doubt that what Leng Hao needed to contain were all the remaining monks. Will he actually disperse most of the nine infants' power to deal with them?
Jiuying was furious, and the temperature around them accelerated in an instant, as if they were in a steam oven.
The other four spewed out countless water jets. Unfortunately, the water did not lower the temperature at all, but instead caused the imperial city to sink into a double scorching heat.
Ye Tingjiang slashed open the house in front of him with a sword, and cut a temporarily passable road in the fire and evil water. He took Mu Chuihan and quickly ran towards the city gate.
And Mu Chuihan faced Jiuying and cut off its offensive with spiritual power. The two cooperated, tacit understanding, and rushed to the city gate in a moment.
"If you can't beat it, run away." Mu Chuihan laughed: "Xianjun, when did you learn such a roundabout tactics?"
Ye Tingjiang glanced at him, but did not speak, but the meaning was very clear. Mu Chuihan should know exactly where he got it from.
"Gamble or not?" Mu Chuihan didn't believe that there was a way of life outside the city gate, but many previous adventures had told him that death was the way to life. Especially in the face of someone like Leng Li who is behind the scenes, he always likes to play some mysterious tricks.
"Of course." Ye Tingjiang did not hesitate, and continued to lead Mu Chuihan towards the city gate. And Jiuying saw that they were about to leave the city, and the speed of chasing became significantly faster.
Mu Chuihan turned around with a sword, and the aura only forced Jiuying to be seven inches away. Jiuying bent over and dodged to the side, and the snake tail raised charred dust on the ground.
"It doesn't want us to go." Mu Chuihan saw Jiuying's intentions: "It looks very urgent."
Ye Tingjiang understood in his heart, and the spirit sword turned into a hook lock, which was placed in the position where Jiuying's eight heads were open.
Jiuying shook her head to avoid it, but Mu Chuihan's spirit sword turned into a phantom, surrounding the eight heads, as if waiting for Jiuying to throw herself into the net.
"Go." Mu Chuihan urged Ye Tingjiang.
There must be a reason for Jiuying not wanting them to go. And the more Jiuying didn't want to, the more Mu Chuihan had to leave. Moreover, the more you want to go with Jiuying.
Ye Tingjiang took a last look at Mu Chuihan, no longer hesitated, took a few steps forward, and stepped out of the city.
They all knew that there was a teleportation formation outside the city gate, but they knew nothing about the destination.
As soon as Ye Tingjiangfu stepped out of the city gate, his figure disappeared without a trace. Only the hook lock tightly on Jiuying's body still pulled Jiuying in the direction outside the city.
Jiuying spewed out flames, trying to burn the rope that was holding it back, and staggered in place.
However, at this time, Mu Chuihan drew his sword from behind it, and the sword light gradually changed from a faint silver brilliance to a dazzling gold. The four heads turned and tried to block the road with the water, but the sword light was not afraid at all, and the golden light reflected the transparent water into a golden river.
For the first time, Jiuying felt the power of a cultivator in the world, and when she was distracted, the hook lock pulled it out of the city.
And Mu Chuihan's sword was tightly pressing behind it, the whole person passed through the cold water column, and along with Jiuying, also disappeared outside the city.
The wind was calm, and only a ruined city remained.
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