Xianmen does not ask about the mundane

Those living corpses without self-awareness followed their instincts and crazily devoured the monks whose blood was full of spiritual power. When they noticed that the two fresh blood were approaching, they immediately looked up at them according to their instincts.All of them had ruthless eyes and pale, paper-like faces covered with blood and flesh, but they looked expressionless like innocent people.

The people surrounded by the living corpses have been devoured beyond recognition, exposing the white bones inside, the broken internal organs flowed all over the floor, and even the remaining clothing materials were soaked in blood, the original color cannot be distinguished, only From the scabbard that fell on the ground beside him, he recognized that this was a sword repairman.

Zhu Lingyu has been in Taoism for more than ten years. On the way of punishing evil and eliminating evil spirits, he has encountered too many evil cultivators and evil spirits who act cruelly and cruelly. He has seen many more tragic scenes of low-level evil cultivators who have improved their cultivation base, and he has long been immune to it.

But when he saw the scabbard, Zhu Lingyu couldn't help but think of the group of disciples from the Xuanqing Mountain Sect who came here to support the Fuyang Sect. So far, there has been no news. When he continued to think about it, he hurriedly pressed a fire talisman in his palm, and forced the thought to be suppressed with pain.

Seeing this, Cao Gui's face was also extremely ugly, and he said, "No wonder I didn't see a few monks this way, I'm afraid they all died at the hands of these things."

Zhu Lingyu originally thought so too, but when he heard him say this idea, he suddenly had a flash of inspiration and immediately realized something was wrong: "No, these living corpses are not strong in themselves, they can come here A monk's cultivation level must be quite high, and it doesn't take much spiritual power to deal with a living corpse, and even if he is restrained by the spiritual veins, he won't lose his mobility immediately and be unilaterally killed."

Cao Gui looked at the street after hearing this, and immediately understood what he meant.This street is too clean, there is not even a living corpse, which is obviously abnormal. These monks should not have died of living corpses, but were picked up by living corpses after being severely injured or killed by other people. I am afraid There is a very powerful evil cultivator.

The two of them had almost just realized this, and the next moment, a sword energy wrapped in a strong wind hit them.The reaction of the two was extremely quick, and one of them immediately hid sideways. Looking in the direction of the sword energy, they saw a man with the appearance of a scholar jumping out from behind a three-story attic, stepping on the ridge of the roof and kicking hard. , Holding the sword, he quickly attacked the two of them.

Cao Gui knows that Zhu Lingyu is now the key to helping Xianmen fight against Mei Fangli, and he must put Zhu Lingyu's safety first, regardless of whether the visitor is strong or weak, he must take the lead in attacking, and he and his teacher The purpose of following the door in the opposite direction was originally to escort Zhu Lingyu, so he didn't hesitate for a moment when he saw the person coming, and drew his sword to meet him.

Zhu Lingyuan also clearly understands this, but there are four or five resentment clusters nearby that are similar to the group of living corpses, which means that this evil cultivator has already dealt with four or five clusters of grievances before this, and his cultivation level is higher than theirs. The two monks, and this is only what they can see within the scope of their perception, the real number will only be more, so the strength of the evil cultivator must not be underestimated.

Furthermore, although the power of the sword qi just now is not too great, the cultivation base of the evil cultivator itself should not be considered high, but there are very few swords with real skills in the evil cultivator. People will attack on their own initiative, either because they are strong or have other means, or there may be other accomplices behind them.

In case the opponent's strength is too strong, Cao Gui will lose soon if the opponent is not alone, there is no way to buy time for him, and in the end he can't escape even if he is left alone, so he immediately chases after him, not wanting to arrive yet In front of him, he saw that Cao Gui had just exchanged hands with that person, and then he suddenly stopped. Before anyone could react, he was slapped off the roof by the person, and fell to the street full of living corpses.

This scene was all too familiar to Zhu Lingyu, it was exactly the same as what Qiu Yan had described to him before his death and what happened to him when he fought Du Yuehua for the first time.

Zhu Lingyu immediately realized that that person was not an evil cultivator at all, but just like Du Yuehua back then, he was a mortal possessed by demons!

No wonder those living corpses gathered straight towards them after they appeared. It turned out that the person who destroyed the magic circle of the refuge and turned these common people into living corpses was not an evil cultivator fighting with the monks at all, but an inner ghost mixed among them.

Those people who were being devoured by the living corpses gathered in groups were probably also confused by that person's identity, and ended up dying in his hands because of the backlash of their spiritual veins.

Zhu Lingyu had mixed feelings in his mind for a moment. He thought that Du Yuehua's gadgets were failures in the early morning, and they were useless at all except for his own whimsical desire to use them to revenge the Xuanqing Mountain Sect. He never thought that he was not popular In the end, Mei Fangli's tricks were reused, and it would bring them such a big trouble.

"Cao Gui!"

Zhu Lingyu was stunned for a moment, and when she came back to her senses, she was about to jump down to save her.That scholar-like person must have dealt with those monks in this way before. He beat them to serious injuries and threw them directly to the living corpses. After he slapped Cao Gui down, he didn't pause for a moment, even Cao Gui reminded Zhu Lingyu. Before he could shout out, he dodged in front of him and slashed his head with a sword.

Zhu Lingyu saw those living corpses sensed the aura on Cao Gui's body and abandoned their incomplete limbs to surround him. He didn't have the heart to fight, and he wanted to go down to save Cao Gui first as soon as he ducked, not thinking about the scholar's attack. The swordsmanship is quite outstanding, and the offensive is extremely fierce. It is completely different from the evil cultivator like Fan Yuan who relies purely on cultivation to suppress him.

The scholar attacked quite fiercely for several consecutive waves, and Zhu Lingyou almost couldn't dodge, so he had no choice but to suppress his spiritual power and drew his sword to block him.

Unsurprisingly, the scholar's swordsmanship is really very good, and he can probably be regarded as a superior existence among the mortals. Otherwise, even if the previous monks were restrained by the spiritual veins, he wouldn't be able to kill several of them in a row.

But sword cultivators rely on their understanding of the sword to enter the Tao after all. No matter how strong an ordinary person is, it is impossible to compare with a disciple from the sword cultivator sect. Compared with those immortal disciples before, let alone a genius like Zhu Lingyu, who is one in a million.

As soon as Zhu Lingyu pulled out his sword and fought him seriously, the scholar soon fell into the disadvantaged, but his right palm was pierced by a vertebrae stab from Fan Yuan three days ago when he was chasing him. Although he was quickly bandaged and treated, Cao Gui took the initiative to deal with all the evils he encountered in the next few days. Injury, even if the repair ability of monks is extremely strong, it is difficult to recover in such a short period of time.

When dealing with the resentful beast before, he had always relied on the mutual induction with the sword spirit to move the sword with spiritual power so that he was not affected. Now he has to suppress the spiritual power when facing the man, without the blessing of spiritual power The crippled right hand simply couldn't let him control the power as he wanted.

Zhu Lingyu wanted to get rid of him as soon as possible before losing the initiative, but although that person was not a real evil cultivator, his body was much stronger than ordinary people's body after being strengthened by resentment, and ordinary blades had to be used It takes several times the normal strength to cause damage to it, which is already a burden for his right hand.

The scholar found out that Zhu Lingyu had been prepared for the first time with his sword, and he didn't think about killing him, but he was delaying time and waiting for Cao Gui to die first, so he put all his energy on defense Zhu Lingyu suddenly couldn't find a breakthrough point to defeat him under the condition of insufficient strength. If he wanted to escape, the scholar would immediately turn into an offensive like a dog's skin plaster, sticking to him, unable to escape, and entangled him. Neither is retreat.

Zhu Lingyu became more and more frightened as he fought, and within two strokes, his palm began to tingle hotly, and even his entire right hand began to go numb, gradually becoming powerless.

The scholar noticed the change in him, he snorted proudly without concealing it, and immediately changed his defensive posture to an unscrupulous onslaught, and the situation was reversed in an instant.

Zhu Lingyu was limited by hand injuries and was unable to display his true strength. Compared with the scholar, he lacked the blessing of spiritual power, and it was even more difficult to resist it. He was avoiding it entirely by intuition.

Zhu Lingyu knew that if this continues, both of them will die here. While struggling with the scholar, he kept glancing down at the street from the corner of his eye. Seeing Cao Gui, he probably knew that if he couldn't suppress the spiritual power in his body, he wouldn't be able to survive at all. There is no need for those living corpses to do anything. He himself will be killed by the backlash of the spirit veins. He insisted on resisting internal injuries and relying on strong willpower to control the spirit power to forcefully seal his own spirit veins. He has not lost his mobility for the time being. Years of hard training in swordsmanship is barely sustaining.

But after all, what he faced were so many living corpses who had just devoured Xianxiu and were full of demonic nature. If he was healthy and in good condition, it would not be a problem to get rid of these living corpses, but he was bitten by the spirit vein first, After being injured by that person's palm again, how can he escape under the intrusion of this thick resentment? It took only a moment to hurt his whole body, and after a while, it is estimated that he will soon become blurred with that mass. The same fate as the flesh and blood.

Zhu Lingyu thought for a moment, ignoring the fact that the injury on his right palm was showing signs of tearing, he took the scholar's sword forcibly, and then jumped onto the street. Attracted by the aura in his body, he immediately turned around and surrounded him.

At first, the scholar thought that Zhu Lingyou had gone crazy and was looking for his own death. He didn't want to think that all the logic of the behavior of those living corpses was driven by resentment and automatically moved closer to the aura. Apart from that, he had no other consciousness. With the existence of Lingqi, he didn't even care that he was at the side, and immediately rushed up instinctively regardless of enemy or friend. Zhu Lingyu was in trouble, but he couldn't use it himself.

Those empty-headed living corpses are much easier for Zhu Lingyu to deal with than scholars. With the living corpses messing around to share the pressure from the scholars for him, he quickly found a loophole and waited for the right time to escape from the living corpses. Jumping up from the pile, stepping on the shoulders of the living corpses, he jumped out of the encirclement, ran to Cao Gui, who was already bruised and repulsed the living corpses around him twice, and wanted to take him away, but the scholar followed closely. Jian chased after him, but it was too late to leave.

Zhu Lingyu gritted her teeth, and before Cao Gui could tell him to leave him alone, she turned around and hugged him by the waist, raised her breath and threw him to the nearby attic.

In desperation, Zhu Lingyu couldn't control his strength well. Cao Gui fell heavily in front of the fence of the second-floor verandah, and was about to fall along the sloping eaves. At any rate, he clung to the ridge of the roof to stabilize his figure and didn't roll over. After recovering, he quickly looked into the street, and saw that Zhu Lingyu was injured because of saving him just now, and his shoulder was stained red with blood. Blood dripped continuously, and the resentment lingering around took advantage of it all the time.

"Brother Zhu!"

Cao Gui shouted anxiously, feeling extremely anxious for a moment, but he couldn't help at all right now.

The wound on Zhu Lingyu's right palm has been completely torn since he jumped off the street to catch the scholar's sword just now. The gauze wrapped on it has long been soaked in blood, and holding the sword can only be used to barely avoid the scholar's attack. But now that he heard Cao Gui's voice knowing that he was out of danger, Zhu Lingyu felt relieved.

Although the current situation does not look much different from just now, as long as he loses, he and Cao Gui will die here together, but there is one biggest difference, that is, Cao Gui is safer than him now, as long as he does not die, Cao Gui would not die, no matter what, he would not watch his companion die in front of him.

Zhu Lingyu's greatest strength in this life is his empathy. Although this sometimes becomes his hindrance, as long as he works hard to resolve this dilemma, the hindrance will immediately turn into his infinite motivation.

In the end, this scholar is no big deal at all, he is just relying on his physique to show off his power, as long as he can use his sword normally, then the scholar is not his opponent at all.

Zhu Lingyu thought to himself, it would be death anyway if it continued like this, so it's better to give it a go, and then turned his heart around and started to activate his spiritual power again.

The essence of aura is natural, quiet and inaction, filled in every corner of the world, not subject to the influence of any external objects, so after entering the human body, it still retains the characteristics of repelling resentment, allowing them to face Living corpses and people possessed by demons are difficult to counter.

Although the spiritual power in his body was transformed from this kind of spiritual energy, since it was the spiritual power accumulated in his body after countless days and nights of hard work, he should overcome his instincts and abandon the old customs, and completely accept his control.

In his mind, he imagined the image of spiritual power flowing through his body, as if he could see a blue river flowing in his body.

He dug ditches like a water chief in charge of water conservancy, leading the stream to rush up to his right hand holding the sword and the saber. Unknowingly, he seemed to have a new connection with the sword spirit. After that, a very inconspicuous circle of light blue light appeared, like a reservoir, which stored all the stream water he had led to, and Zhu Lingyu immediately felt his right hand relax.

He was intoxicated by this wonderful feeling for a while, but he was also a little apprehensive. If he failed to control the spiritual power on the sword, as long as it radiated a little, he would soon suffer backlash and Cao Cao. Before becoming the ration of these living corpses together, he couldn't help hesitating for a moment before drawing the sword.

The next moment, as if his sword spirit sensed his thoughts, the blade hummed faintly, as if telling him not to worry, and let him just rest assured.Zhu Lingyu received the encouragement from the sword spirit, and immediately turned around without hesitation, picked up the sword flower and attacked.

The scholar didn't notice the change that happened quietly in him, thinking that he was bluffing for the last struggle before dying, so he still raised his sword to receive the blow, unexpectedly, this blow was full of power, obviously filled with spiritual power, The blade of his sword, which was lingering with resentment, could barely withstand the force and broke directly, but Zhu Lingyu was fine.

Seeing that the blow was successful, Zhu Lingyou lost even the last bit of worry, so she let go of her hand to strike.The scholar didn't even have time to be surprised, he was beaten helplessly by Zhu Lingyou's superb sword skills one after another, and the living corpses on the street were all cleaned up one by one.

As a disciple of the immortal sect, Zhu Lingyou shouldn't hurt the lives of mortals according to the rules of the sect, but this man has harmed several lives in a row. He really has no compassion for this person, so he knocked his sword out of his hand with a sharp pick. After he was killed by a sword, the scholar suddenly gave up resistance and laughed, and called "senior brother" happily to him.

Zhu Lingyu became vigilant all of a sudden, subconsciously thinking that he was trying to use some spell to hint at himself, so he quickly took two steps back to look away, and then he heard Cao Gui yelling at him: " Watch out for the right side!"

Zhu Lingyu turned his head and saw a black figure galloping towards him from a distance. Before he could react, he suddenly felt his whole body tighten, as if being held in the palm of an invisible hand As if, looking down, he found that the resentment from nowhere turned into a rope and locked him in place, and he couldn't break free. When he raised his head again, the black shadow approached ten feet away, and the black air in front of him was churning. A few sharp blades were formed out of thin air, and they roared towards him.

Only then did Zhu Lingyu suddenly realize that the scholar wasn't calling him senior brother, but his senior brother came to save him!

In his haste, he quickly let go of his hand and summoned the sword spirit, wanting to cut off the rope formed by the resentment. Unexpectedly, as soon as Qing Mi touched the black resentment, the faint light around him suddenly dimmed, and then fell to the ground with a clang. , The induction between him and the sword spirit was directly disconnected!

When Cao Gui saw this, he didn't care that his spirit veins had been damaged long ago. He forcibly touched his own seal and wanted to intercept those sharp blades. Forcibly unsealed, before the spiritual power began to surge, I felt the inner mansion churning, and immediately spit out a mouthful of blood.

Zhu Lingyou stared blankly at the sharp knives galloping towards them, not even a trace of fear in her heart, she just thought helplessly, never thought that they would die here for nothing after putting in so much effort.

His brain began to play back the previous memories like a revolving lantern, but before he could think of his parents who passed away prematurely, a person who always looked at him with a smile in his eyes jumped out to occupy all the pictures, He seemed to hear that very familiar voice calling him in his ear all of a sudden: "Senior Brother."

Zhu Lingyu couldn't help shaking his head, thinking that he might really be going to see him in the underworld, and he had hallucinations, and didn't want those sharp blades to fly in front of his eyes and suddenly exploded, dissipating into an illusory black mist, Even the ropes that trapped him were all cut off, waking him up from his trance.

Zhu Lingyu was taken aback for a moment, before realizing what had happened, the next moment she felt a warmth in her back, and was thrown to the ground by a warm embrace.