The Cultivation Master Who Traveled to 07 Super Boy

Chapter 239: Swords drawn

"It's okay. He must have been bewitched because of his restlessness. If this happens, the thing will come back again. I'm afraid it will happen again."

Luo Qiqi could understand this kind of accident, as human hearts are the most unpredictable voices.

Sometimes people’s hearts are like demons, and sometimes people’s hearts have delusions.

The human heart is the most difficult to understand, and therefore the most difficult to control.

Any little obsession or desire will be bewitched and incited, and then taken advantage of.

Just now, she used the trace of consciousness left to her by her uncle to make it disappear, but it is likely that with these seven carrots hanging in front of her, it will come back again in a short time.

"That thing does have a hint of bewitching power. Not only does it incite and amplify the obsession within, it even transforms into the person we are most familiar with, constantly whispering and persuading you, breaking your heart."

Wen Ze pursed his lips tightly with an apologetic look. It was not until this moment that he realized that the terrifying thing about this black fog was that it would make sounds from time to time to deceive people.

But the human heart is the weakest part, and it will be confused if the inner thoughts are slightly magnified.

"Yes, that's what's so scary about this thing." Luo Qiqi nodded.

Therefore, no one can stop whether one can hold on to one's heart, and no one can even ask oneself and say that one has no desires and is devoted to Buddhism.

Suddenly...

There was a growing vibration from below, and a wide crack suddenly appeared under their feet.

"careful!"

"Aqi, watch your back!"

Everyone was unable to avoid it and fell directly into the abyss. The feeling of falling continuously made their hearts sink.

When Su Xing saw Luo Yanqi again, she instantly grabbed Haoming and came towards them, and the thick black fog appeared behind her.

They all called out worriedly, but fortunately, a golden light flashed between Luo Yanqi's forehead, preventing the thick fog from getting any closer.

He released his flying boat to catch the people who continued to fall. It slid down for an unknown number of meters before it finally touched the ground.

The darkness before them was so thick that they couldn't see their hands in front of them. Both Niao and Hu clung to Su Xing tightly, while Wang Yuexin also held on tightly to the claustrophobic Wang Zhengliang.

Yu Haoming, Chen Chusheng, Su Xing, and Wang Yuexin all looked relatively stable, looking around curiously.

Wen Ze and Lu Shiyan also stood back to back, protecting Wen Yu in the center for protection and alert.

Luo Qiqi took out a lamp to dispel the darkness and walked in front to explore.

The black fog is lingering around, and even if they don't take the initiative to go in, the black fog will not let them go.

"Boom-"

A heavy bell rang out, and Luo Yanqi's steps staggered, and the lamp in her hand almost fell to the ground.

"Ah Qi..." Chen Chusheng stepped forward, put his arm around Luo Qi's waist, and took the lamp from her hand. Seeing her crying, he felt a little worried and overwhelmed. He could only comfort her and let her lean on him, saying, "It's okay. This bell sound might be an illusion it deliberately created."

Perhaps Ah Qi felt particularly familiar with the sound of the bell, or perhaps it represented a special meaning to them.

"Yes, since this guy can create illusions, who knows if he will make this bell sound to deliberately seduce you." Wang Yuexin also spoke from the side.

Now they don’t know where the hell they have fallen into, but Ah Qi is the pillar of their family, so he can’t be harmed by this thing.

"That's the sound of the Mountain and River Bell. Something's happened to my great-grandmaster." Luo Yanqi shook her head, closed her eyes, and said sadly, "My great-grandmaster is the head of the Guiyi Sect, and the Mountain and River Bell symbolizes the mountains and rivers. It would never be rung to signal a situation unless the sect's survival was at stake."

"My master uncle... has fallen!"

The sound of the Mountain and River Bell caught her off guard, and her powerful spiritual power fluctuated instantly.

A white light flashed in her hand, and a sword with a cold glow appeared in her hand. She held the hilt in her right hand, and the cold light illuminated her cold eyes.

"Song Ci!"

The tip of her sword touched the ground as Luo Yanqi stepped forward. Her aura gradually increased with each step.

The cold voice contained anger, and a fishy smell was about to come out of her throat, but she suppressed it tightly in her throat.

Her senior brothers and sisters didn't tell her probably because they didn't want her to hurt herself too much, but her great uncle was a powerful cultivator in the Hedao stage.

He is only one step away from ascending to the upper realm, and there are very few people in the world who can hurt him.

unless…

The person who hurt him was someone around him that he was completely unguarded against. That person could only be his personal disciple whom he regarded as the next leader.

A great man of his generation was killed in this way.

Even the Mountain and River Bell had rung, and the Guiyi Sect, which had several other ancestors in charge, had fallen to the point where even the leader had died.

She knew without a second thought what changes had taken place in the Dharma Ending Age!

"Xiao Qi, so you are here!"

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw a man in purple and white clothes walking out of the thick and boiling black fog in front of them, with the sword in his hand still dripping with blood.

Hearing someone calling his name from behind, the man turned around.

The grace of the breeze and bright moon, and a smile in the young man's eyes.

But now the familiar face has a completely different temperament.

A black rune started from his left ear and then spread to his left eye little by little. It suddenly appeared on his face like a brand, constantly moving, as if it were a living thing, emitting an evil aura.

"Brother, why is this..."

Luo Yiqi tightly gripped the sword in her hand, looking at the black rune that her senior sister had told her about, which had the same origin as the black fog.

betray…

Is this what you meant?

"Xiao Qi, in the Dharma Ending Age, the ladder to heaven is broken, and we no longer have any chance to ascend. You should even know that my people are still waiting for my revival."

Song Ci looked at her, and his originally calm and composed expression took on a strange color.

But then he closed his eyes and smiled softly. He never expected that the little junior sister whom he had always cared about and loved would appear here, and even see him in such a miserable state.

Even when he betrayed his teacher and killed his fellow disciples in the past, he never felt so heartbroken.

But when she saw the hurt look hidden deep in his clear eyes, she couldn't help but be moved, and then she smiled.

Now he has become neither human nor ghost, just a trace of consciousness. What's the point?

He had disappeared ten thousand years ago when his mind was occupied by the black mist on his body. Now all that remains of him is a trace of obsession.

I am obsessed with wanting to see the girl I have been thinking about again.

It turned out that it was because he liked her! He held her in his mouth and in his hands, cherishing and caring for her little sister, and even before he was possessed, he still remembered the little sister he wanted to see.

The little junior sister who was sealed in the formation by the other senior brothers and sisters was also obsessed with wanting to know whether she had woken up.

But now they were about to draw their swords against each other.

Hahahaha...it turns out that God has never favored him once.