Ask the Mirror Chapter 97: Old owner
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Nan Songzi's eyes widened. Although the female cultivator still had the same charming face, her expression and demeanor were completely unfamiliar to her. He suppressed his uncontrollable emotions and covered his lower abdomen, his eyes almost bulging:
"You are not Tao Rong!"
"Tao Rong? Are you talking about her?"
The tone of the purple-clothed female cultivator's voice has also changed. Just like her laughter, it is slightly nasal, low and sweet, and if you listen carefully, it seems to have a sonorous sound of gold and iron, which is very special.
She smiled and stretched out her hand, shaking it. The surrounding air suddenly fluctuated, and then a head still stained with blood was held in her hand and swayed slightly. The vaguely discernible face of the head was exactly the same as hers, but it had been completely distorted by fear.
The woman in purple was carrying the beauty's head. Such a strange scene suddenly appeared in front of people. The impact was so strong that everyone on the lake was stunned for a while.
Soon, Murong Qingyan turned away and let out a very low sigh.
Nan Songzi's eyes almost burst out of his head. He was also a ruthless person, but he had no habit of carrying around the heads of his enemies.
Who is this woman?
That’s what he thought and asked. But the female cultivator in purple just nodded at him with her pointed chin:
"How does a perverted embryo without eggs deserve to know?"
Until this moment, Nan Songzi was shocked to realize that the wound on his lower abdomen was simply fatal to him.
When he was spared this, he went crazy. The surging emotions rushed into his head, so crowded that his head almost exploded, but it was still the heart-rending laughter that could not be seen outside. Not only that, his body was also trembling uncontrollably, and every muscle, bone, skin and flesh was out of his control. He almost had to dance to relieve this urge.
As a practitioner, he still has a similar experience: "Obsessed? How could I become possessed?"
At first, Nan Songzi thought there was something wrong with the evil method he practiced, but he quickly denied it. He had already felt that it was not that there was something wrong with him, but that the piece of "big hole true talisman" he had swallowed in his stomach was emitting layers of heat, spreading into his limbs and bones, and filling his mouth and nose with a dense layer of heat. The fragrance is very strange.
"This is, this is..."
The purple-clothed female cultivator glanced at him and smiled softly: "Don't worry, this time it's not the fragrance of leaving the soul, it's the purest and purest 'return in a dream'!"
The deep voice flowed in the air, and the metallic sound inside became increasingly clear, like a saw inserted into Nan Songzi's throat, blocking him from speaking.
Nan Songzi is not a fool. He still doesn't understand now. This woman must have been hiding early. It was probably the first time he escaped, met Tao Rong, and came back to his senses. This woman took this opportunity to kill Tao Rong, then changed her appearance, played tricks with Murong Qingyan, and deceived him to death.
Now that I think about it, isn’t the way the female cultivator moved her hands and face caressing after taking the talisman the best explanation?
Nan Songzi breathed heavily. He understood a lot, but there was one thing he still couldn't understand: Where did this woman come from? How could this person have something that even Murong Qingyan couldn't get?
"'Yimenggui' is collected from the East China Sea, but it is not a specialty of Feihun City."
The speaker was Murong Qingyan. This female cultivator who had been silent for a long time walked up slowly, clearing Nan Songzi's doubts and crushing his last bit of luck.
In his buzzing ears, a very deadly name came:
"East China Sea Rakshasa Cult!"
This is what Murong Qingyan said: "So that you can know that this is the messenger of the East China Sea Rakshasa Sect..."
The purple-clothed female cultivator interrupted her: "Now he is just a branch teacher."
After saying that, she did not need to be introduced by Murong Qingyan, and turned to Nan Songzi with a smile: "Remember clearly, my name is Chiyin. If you want to seek revenge in the next life, don't forget it!"
Rakshasa Cult!
Nan Songzi was born in the Xiyu League, and of course he knew that the Rakshasa Sect was a huge sect on the East China Sea adjacent to the Xiyu League. It may not be as powerful as the confederation of thousands of sects and sects of the Xiyu Alliance, but the magic methods taught in the religion are weird and strange, and the **** they worship is also said to have boundless magical powers, and often clones appear through the air to display miraculous and magical powers. He is the best in this world. The characters should also give in three points.
Therefore, even if Feihun City itself is one of the most numerous sects in the world, and has the Xiyu Alliance as its backing, it can still only share half of the East China Sea with the Rakshasa Sect without infringing upon each other. With a large sect and sect like this dominating the East China Sea, what's so strange about the "one-and-a-half-money return"?
Thinking of this, Nan Songzi burst into laughter, and the last spark of hope was extinguished.
If you have the way, you will do your own evil and you will not be able to live. Why did this originally good situation turn into this? "Returning from a Dream" is indeed a domineering and poisonous fragrance that is rare in this world. It can arouse the fire in the heart and damage the soul. But if he still used Senluo Zhensha to deal with it, he wouldn't be completely powerless to fight back.
It was not because he was fascinated by the Big Hole True Talisman, and he was eager to grab the talisman to perform meritorious deeds. He used the imperfect evil method, and then swallowed the treasure talisman he got in his belly thinking that he was smart. Under the internal and external stimulation, the inner demon's evil spirit got out of control, causing the evil power to backfire, and the source of the poisonous fragrance was locked in his stomach, making it impossible to even get rid of it!
Look at the expressions of the women opposite, I am afraid that even they did not expect this outcome!
But if he wanted to just wait for death, he couldn't!
With the idea firmly in mind, Nan Songzi roared. The body that had already swelled suddenly expanded again, and the whites of the eyes were no longer separated from the pupils, turning into blood-like red.
Both female nuns saw something was wrong. The dagger in the purple-clothed female cultivator's hand that had just cut open Nan Songzi's lower abdomen flew out instantly, turned into a sharp light, and struck directly at Nan Songzi's head.
Nan Songzi raised his left arm to block, and with a hissing sound, the sword light cut through flesh and bones, almost cutting off his entire upper arm, but only almost. Blood mist spurted out, and the dagger was locked in the wound, buzzing and trembling, but unable to move.
Completely ignoring the injuries on his body, Nan Songzi's eyes widened. Several figures on the lake were imprinted in his eyes one by one, and they were firmly engraved in his soul. Then he laughed, and during the laughter, the two female cultivators flew away at the same time.
There was a muffled "bang" sound, and Nan Songzi's body exploded into a ball of debris. Bloody mist, minced meat, and broken bones flew in all directions. The surrounding red mist instantly became darker. The moving faint shadows swarmed out from this flower of flesh and blood, carrying the strong evil spirit of the inner demons, and launched an impact on everyone on the lake.
Murong Qingyan didn't say a word, turned around and flew to the other side where Meng Wei and Yu Ci were. The purple-clothed female cultivator snorted and made a few imaginary lines in front of her with her fingers. Those faint shadows that rushed towards her, They lost their target all of a sudden, circling around in circles, and finally they simply killed each other and devoured themselves, forming a chaotic mess.
However, after such a delay, the red mist rolled up into the sky and turned into a dim rainbow light, sweeping towards the southern sky.
"Escaped?"
The purple-clothed female cultivator sneered: "Do you really think that without a physical body, you can't be contaminated by 'Yi Meng Gui'?"
Not to mention her mocking here, over there Murong Qingyan protected Meng Wei and Yu Ci before those void shadows killed them. Without Nan Songzi's control, although these evil creatures were fierce, they were not too difficult to deal with, and they were quickly killed.
Meng Wei had just been hit by the "God-killing Thorn" and had already suffered extremely serious injuries, but his appearance did not show it. When Murong Qingyan came to protect him, he thanked her softly, but it was not particularly expressive. kind. In her mind, it is natural for friends to help each other, and there is no need to make a fuss.
Murong Qingyan nodded to her and moved his eyes to the other side, where Yu Ci still had his head popping out, staring at the purple-clothed figure in front of him in a daze.
He has been staring at this back for a long time, but he didn't find anything similar to anything in his memory.
But, what did she call herself just now?
Chiyin?
Murong Qingyan didn't think much, thinking that the young man had not yet recovered from the situation, so he smiled and stretched out his hand: "Junior brother, are you okay?"
Yu Ci was still in a daze, so he stretched out his hand to let her jump out of the water. At the same time, he instinctively added a magical talisman for himself, and with the power of the talisman, he stood on the water.
"What a smooth spell."
Murong Qingyan gave a soft praise and let go of her hand. Only then did Yu Ci notice the remaining soft touch on her hand. He was startled, but then he heard Mengwei whisper:
"Over there at Nansongzi..."
"If he thinks that he can escape the power of the 'One Dream Return' medicine by giving up his body, then he is doomed to despair."
Murong Qingyan said lightly and said nothing more. It seemed that she was not in a good mood.
But soon, a smile appeared on her bright and unparalleled face: "Come, Junior Sister Meng, I will introduce you to a friend. Speaking of which, now you are also close neighbors..."
“No need to recommend! It’s Meng Weiba, the ‘Flawless Sword’ from the Discipline Department of Lichen Sect, whose name I have admired for a long time.”
The voice of the purple-clothed female cultivator crossed the lake, and the echo was sonorous: "I am Chiyin, the master of the Xuanyin Sect in the cliff city. I am entrusted to live under the rule of your sect. I will have to rely on my breath in the future. I have seen you here before."
That's what he said, but the female cultivator who came out of the water had a dull expression, even distant, and she didn't mean to look up to others at all?
On this side, Meng Wei, who has always been abiding by the rules and etiquette, looked slightly indifferent. He just maintained the etiquette and said: "Master Chiyin."
Murong Qingyan felt a little strange when she saw the two of them, but then she understood and patted her forehead: "I didn't think carefully, your two families have been at odds in recent years!"
She, an extremely beautiful lady, made a gesture of slapping her forehead, which was surprisingly good-looking. Her slightly annoyed and helpless mood was appropriately conveyed. Even Yu Ci, who was very worried at the side, also glanced at her. At one glance, I secretly praised this woman for knowing how to lighten the mood.
But then his attention turned back.
He saw that the light around the female cultivator in purple was abnormally distorted as she walked towards him. As soon as people's eyes blurred, the image of the female cultivator in purple faded away, and a strange woman with a taller figure, phoenix eyes and long eyebrows walked out, but her aura was the same as that of the female cultivator in purple.
"The illusion of Rakshasa really deserves its reputation."
This is Murong Qingyan's praise, and even Meng Wei has to admit it.
Yu Ci pursed her lips tightly, with only one thought in her mind:
Long time no see, Fairy Chiyin!
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