The disciples stopped one after another, and Barogu also sensed the fear and stopped moving.
The people fighting looked towards the spiritual light column that went straight into the sky... The thick blood-colored clouds were like blood mist dispersed by a torrent, and disappeared in the blink of an eye, leaving only the overly clear moonlight, which scattered over the courtyard where corpses were strewn all over the ground.
Balogu was afraid of the evil spirit that had come out of the world, but his disciples were stunned when they saw the pillar of spiritual light reaching up to the sky.
—Because this is a sign of a cultivator’s advancement, not just a small step forward, but a heavy step forward.
For example, Star Level, directly skips the peak and enters Moon Level.
After a cultivator enters the Star Level, each advancement requires more than twice the accumulated cultivation of the previous level. It can be said that each step is difficult, and luck, opportunity, diligence and a guarded heart are all essential.
And this advancement is even more difficult than ascending to heaven. For thousands of years, Taichu Mountain has never had a disciple who directly jumped from the peak to the heavy level, and the immortal sects in the cultivation world have never had one. The only person who was used as a model by the elders to advance to the heavy level had already returned to the earth more than 17,000 years ago because of sealing the demon.
Probably only such a person with great wisdom, virtue and a heart for the world can advance step by step and reach the sky in one step.
But this spiritual light rising into the sky appeared before their eyes so real that some of them were deeply moved.
The disciples were killing so frantically that they had no time to consider who was missing, so the first people they looked around were naturally You Zishu and the high-level and mid-level disciples who came with them. How could they dare to imagine that the people who were promoted would be the same disciples who started with the sect.
"Who is ..."
But the high-level disciples were all standing here, in a mess and covered in blood, and the disciples couldn't help but ask.
You Zishu held the Snow Spirit in his hand and looked towards the source of the light column, frowning.
This deep spiritual light was mixed with an evil deathly aura.
There were some creepy sounds, like the sound of bones breaking, like a head falling to the ground, like a knife cutting into flesh, rustling in all directions.
The crazy Balogu, who had been attacking his disciples by stepping on the corpses of his companions without caring about his own life, actually began to retreat tremblingly.
The beam of light was still erupting, and the death aura was getting thicker and thicker, but the disciples couldn't care less because these Baro Bones actually wanted to run away.
"Run?" You Zishu's voice was as cold as ice. "Kill them!"
The disciples once again plunged into the killing. Many of them were low-level disciples who had just entered the mountain. They were born in a comfortable nest and had been in the fairy mountain for only one year. They had learned the skills and magic arts carefully taught by the elders to deal with evil spirits, just like the newborn cubs of the human race.
But the little guys would bite when they were forced into a desperate situation. They could sense Balogu's fear and knew how to retreat. He had injured so many of their disciples and occupied so many mortal bodies. In addition, he had killed their fellow disciples before. In addition to all the new and old grudges, the low-level disciples also held their swords and killed with red eyes.
In this purgatory-like scene with blood and flesh flying everywhere, only one person was laughing.
The moment the beam of light appeared, when everyone was shocked, he was laughing.
Xiao Mian couldn't help laughing, he knew the person who was promoted was Leng Mushi.
This made him even happier than his own progress in cultivation, and he was ecstatic.
He spent all day with Leng Mushi. He knew how much her cultivation level restricted her, how she was a genius in alchemy who could evolve tens of millions of pill recipes to benefit the entire cultivation world, and how he knew every bit of her hard work. He also watched her work day and night without sleep.
Sometimes Xiao Mian always thought that God was unfair. He considered himself diligent and it took him eight years to achieve his current level of cultivation. But ever since he had been hanging out with Leng Mushi all day, Xiao Mian realized that he had simply wasted these eight years. Not only was his current level of cultivation not worthy of pride, it was simply shameful for him.
If he had shown even a third of Leng Mushi's energy, he would have been a Moon-refining cultivator by now.
Xiao Mian looked at Leng Mushi and liked her from the bottom of his heart. He admired and respected her even more.
In this world of cultivation, among the younger generation of disciples, if there is one who can bear the burden of directly advancing to a heavier level, it must be Leng Mushi.
Xiao Mian wasn't even surprised, he was just extremely happy. He was half covered in blood from killing people, and the Shuiyun Sword was all red, stained with the blood of sin, but his consciousness was pulled away from this sea of blood and corpses, and he sincerely wanted to hug Leng Mushi and spin around for a few times -
But he couldn't retreat, nor could he immediately run to Leng Mushi's side to share her joy. Of course, he also saw that the column of light rising into the sky contained a strong aura of death, but so what
She would never go astray. Xiao Mian looked up and wiped the black blood belonging to Balogu off his face. His eyes were as bright as broken stars, like a flower growing in the mud but facing the sun.
It was as if what he was looking up at was not a pillar of light, but the woman whom he loved so much and who was now in the pillar of light.
Xiao Mian even had a sudden illusion that he had been looking at her like this for who knows how long and how many times.
At this moment, Leng Mushi, who was in the center of the light column, did not know that she had entered a state of depression. Her consciousness seemed to be pulled away. She heard and saw everything.
She saw how the people in the city were brutally killed by the enemy army on the day they invaded the city a hundred years ago. The blood all over the ground was not only their blood, but also the blood of those soldiers who defended the city gates but were killed by the cowardly people who opened the gates and died from being attacked from both sides.
However, no matter how nicely the enemy spoke or how well they treated the people, it was all just a treacherous plan and a massacre of the city was inevitable.
The rest was just as the disciples had speculated before. All the dead bodies were thrown into a big pit in the desolate mountain outside the city. After nearly a hundred years, the first person to crawl out of this mass grave was a bloody man named Balo Gu who was the size of a palm.
It drilled into the body of a child at night, devoured him, and replaced him, then helped other barro bones to invade the bodies of the townspeople who had been living a comfortable life one after another.
In the name of hatred and taking advantage of the ancestral hall built for them by the kind-hearted townspeople, these barbarians killed countless passers-by and merchants.
Until the entire town was almost completely turned into baroque bones.
They began to dream of raising the "fire" with the bodies of living people. Since Barolo Bones could not conceive, they used parasitism to harm countless innocent mortal women, like Ping An's mother, who eventually exploded and died.
But they had already stopped being human when they opened the city gates without telling the defenders. They didn't know what kind of humanity still existed, and they didn't know how far people could go for the people they loved.
Their fire was destroyed by the city defenders who had mixed with them hundreds of years ago and were killed by them. Ping'an's mother was the only one whose fire was about to succeed, but it was a pity that they tried to kill Ping'an, who could not be invaded and corrupted due to his special physique, which allowed Ping'an's mother to stubbornly retain a trace of consciousness.
And now, at this moment, there are no longer only Ping An and his son in Leng Mushi's alchemy furnace.
There are also the wandering souls of the persecuted townspeople, and the Letan defenders who were betrayed by the people they protected back then—
The battle between Barogu and his disciples outside became more and more brutal, and the beam of light on the ground suddenly disappeared.
The next moment, all the life and death around were sucked into the secret room where Leng Mushi was. Balogu rolled on the ground, and the disciples stood in a formation, holding on to each other, barely standing firm.
A few breaths later, with a loud noise that shook the heavens and the earth, the alchemy furnace opened - spiritual light and death energy entangled together and rushed into the sky, bringing with it a shrill sound, like a giant dragon woven by an evil spirit, circling in the air.
The Yellow Springs Soul Catcher who was spying on the battle situation here quickly retracted his face which was almost hit.
All the people in the battle were shaken away by the huge shock, and at this time the spiritual light scattered in the sky. The Barogu people all shivered and fell to the ground. Leng Mushi walked out of the secret room step by step in the silence, facing the clear light.
She just looked like her hair was a little messy, but she was not demonized, nor did she have any strange limbs that belonged to an evil spirit.
Her whole body was even enveloped in a faint spiritual light, extremely pure, which was the protective spiritual shield belonging to a Moon Cultivator.
But the hand she held horizontally in front of her body exuded a strong aura of death. Xiao Mian stood up worriedly and was about to step forward, but Leng Mushi glanced at him, smiled and shook her head.
Signal him not to come over.
You Zishu stared at the thing in Leng Mushi's hand and frowned. He was even confused for a moment, wondering how he should deal with the Second Elder's disciple if she was possessed by an evil spirit.
Everyone and Balo Gu looked at her. Leng Mushi raised her other hand to shake off the ash on her sleeves. Then, she looked past the disciples lying on the ground in a mess and said softly, "Everyone, take a rest. From now on, it has nothing to do with us."
As Leng Mushi spoke, her eyes coldly swept over the shivering Baro Bones crawling on the ground. Those who had been summoned from afar and gathered here immediately turned around and ran away when they saw that the situation was not good.
Leng Mushi curled her lips and sneered softly. The next moment, she raised her hand towards the air and threw the Chengdan in her hand out fiercely.
"Everyone, if you have grievances, complain. If you have revenge, take revenge—"
Suddenly, something strange happened. Those pills, which looked nothing like ordinary elixirs, exploded in the air with a "bang bang bang". Then, the evil spirit that exploded turned into all kinds of incomplete people, just like a group of demons taking shape.
There were children and adults, some were headless but holding long knives, some had broken limbs but moved as fast as ghosts, and some were even cut in half, with the upper and lower bodies working together separately, strangling Balor Bone as easily as chopping vegetables and melons.
This is the true coming of purgatory. Without evil ghosts crawling out to claim lives, how can it be considered purgatory on earth
Balogu's cries of fear were heard continuously, and the disciples all looked at the ghosts in amazement. They shuttled among Balogu at a very fast speed and killed him in various ways like harvesting him.
This is not the end. Leng Mushi had a furnace of pills, a total of 742 pills. Like her ancestor who could turn beans into soldiers as she cast them, she just took the storage bag and shook it into the air!
The next moment, it was as if the gate of Hades opened towards the human world, and the ghosts and demons gathered in midair, shouting and chasing after the fleeing Balrogs.
The bloody man who was torn apart by the ghosts turned into a blood ball and rolled away, but he was soon caught up and torn into smaller blood balls again, until he could no longer condense.
In the courtyard where the disciples were, Balogu was killed completely by those unknown evil creatures in the blink of an eye. It was so quiet that even the sound of the wind seemed noisy.
Leng Mushi then let out a breath and sat down on the ground.
The disciples all looked at her with strange eyes. After all, this was too shocking. They had never seen an alchemist who could refine human souls. Generally speaking, those who could control ghosts, monsters and evil spirits were all evil.
Therefore, even though Leng Mushi saved them, they still didn't dare to move, and they didn't even dare to ask what was going on...
Isn't it that he has taken heavy medicine? Then why can he control the ghosts and what about those pills that can transform the ghosts
Only Xiao Mian ran towards her immediately and helped her up, "How are you?"
Leng Tianyin also stood up immediately. She was injured in the waist and abdomen. Yi Tu and Xingzhou supported her on the left and right. She walked towards Leng Mushi. Xiaomei also stood up, holding the palm-sized, soft and limp pink lotus in her hand, and walked to Leng Mushi.
Leng Mushi looked at the people around him, then at the other disciples. She didn't bother to care about their expressions. She just grabbed Xiao Mian's arm and said, "The Soul Control Pill was made with the pill furnace you gave me!"
Leng Mushi said: "What do you think of this name? My cultivation seems to have improved!"
She was as happy as a child, but this joy was only for Xiao Mian, "I can refine a higher level of elixir!"
As he said this, he hugged Xiao Mian regardless of how dirty and messy he looked.
Xiao Mian hugged her tightly and kept whispering, "I think it's great. The Soul Control Pills are very worthy of their name. Congratulations, congratulations... That's great."
But Leng Tianyin's call of "sister" made Leng Mushi's back stiffen for a moment, and then she let go of Xiao Mian and restrained her somewhat out-of-control emotions. She felt as if something had stabbed her in the heart, and it felt a little sour.
Although the plot has now completely gone astray because of her alchemy, thinking of the entanglement between them after Xiao Mian became a demon in the later period, Leng Mushi knows that Xiao Mian and Leng Tianyin are a couple after all.
Leng Mushi's feeling at that moment was exactly the same as if he had put all his energy into refining an elixir, only to have the elixir come out useless when the furnace opened.
She frowned quickly, then distanced herself from Xiao Mian and looked at Leng Tianyin. Seeing the redness on her waist and abdomen, she immediately asked anxiously, "How are you so badly injured!"
She took out some medicine from her storage bag, fed it to Leng Tianyin, and then asked Yi Tu Xingzhou to distribute it to the disciples.
Some of the disciples swallowed it without any doubt, while some hesitated when they thought of Leng Mushi's move of turning the poison into a ghost.
Leng Mushi spoke, her voice wrapped with a little spiritual power, "Don't worry about eating it, it's just an ordinary hemostatic and muscle-growing pill. The soul-controlling pill just now is a high-grade pill that I refined beyond my level. You can't eat it even if you want."
The disciples looked at each other, but finally ate quickly. After all, they had eaten so many of Leng Mushi's rejuvenation pills before, so if anything was going to go wrong, it would have happened a long time ago.
And they saw You Zishu also ate it.
After eating, everyone began to regulate their breathing. Their spiritual power had not yet returned because the stench of the rotten baro bones on the ground was still affecting them.
You Zishu stood up and said to the crowd, "Let's burn this place first, and then we'll go burn the burial place of Balogu."
He walked to the opposite side of Leng Mushi, looked at her and said, "I don't know what kind of evil thing you have refined, but I see that you don't have any evil appearance. How can you release so many evil spirits..."
Just as he frowned and asked Leng Mushi, a returning ghost rushed towards them very quickly. You Zishu was about to draw his sword, but Leng Mushi stretched out his hand, and the ghost turned into a pill in mid-air and fell back into Leng Mushi's hand.
You Zishu saw this scene up close and still found it absurd.
This is too absurd. A Taichu Sect alchemist actually refined human souls into ghost demons... If this were to get out, I don't know how other sects would interpret it.
Leng Mushi showed You Zishu the pill in her hand, the Soul Control Pill, and said, "They will all come back on their own."
"There are so many, how can you remember them all? What if you missed something..."
"I remember. The one in my hand is called Changsa. He was one of the defenders of Le Tan a hundred years ago. He is good at hiding and tracking." Leng Mushi said, "I know all the souls controlled by the seven hundred and forty-two soul-controlling pills."
Leng Mushi said to You Zishu: "Big Brother, don't worry. If there is anything missing, I will inform you immediately. The most urgent task now is to burn these Baro bones as soon as possible to prevent any of them from escaping."
She extended her hand in front of You Zishu, "I am not possessed by evil spirits. You can find out for yourself."
You Zishu: ... Is this a mockery of his current lack of spiritual power
He took a breath and turned around, organizing the disciples who had taken the better pills to burn the Balor bones.
Leng Mushi simply opened the mouth of the storage bag and waited for the evil spirits who went out for revenge to transform themselves into pills and return.
Use the fire of spiritual power to burn the bodies of these Baro bones.
The firelight illuminated the disciples' faces, and they all had a look of daze. This should have been a very small task, because when they took on this task, the evil spirit Ye Kulang didn't even hurt anyone.
But they didn't expect that they killed thousands of evil creatures during their first exorcism. It felt like a dream. After being in the mountains for so long, it was the first time they truly felt that they had really left the world where they grew up and became cultivators and people of the immortal sect.
All the soul-controlling pills returned to their places, and all the Balogus died. The death energy in their bodies that could suppress the spiritual power of cultivators naturally dissipated with the wind.
So before everyone had dealt with the corpses, several disciples had an epiphany on the spot and advanced to a higher level.
When the team from the Punishment Hall arrived with their disciples, they saw this scene of collective advancement.
Unlike Leng Mushi and his companions who were covered in blood and looked miserable, the disciples leading the Punishment Hall only encountered insignificant evil spirits that died before they could even make a move.
Therefore, the disciples they brought with them were all dressed in neat clothes. When they saw the scene of blood all over the ground, corpses everywhere, body parts flying everywhere, and corpses being burned by spiritual fire everywhere, several of them immediately covered their mouths and retched.
Comparing the two, the gap was so huge that the disciple who led the Punishment Hall suddenly looked a little unhappy.
You Zishu's spiritual power was restored and his cultivation level was improved. Practitioners have always been cleansing, and You Zishu is even more so. But at this moment he had no time to cast cleansing spells. Instead, he sat cross-legged and guided the spiritual power in his meridians to flow through them.
The disciple leading the Punishment Hall, named Yin Qiao, ordered the disciples following him to help dispose of the bodies. The faces of the new disciples were all pale, but they all obeyed the order.
Yin Qiao walked to You Zishu's side, and recalled the evil creatures that had died miserably in various places in the town along the way. He couldn't help but ask, "Did you kill all these evil creatures?"
You Zishu opened his eyelids and took a look at him. Thinking of Leng Mushi's soul-refining and soul-controlling alchemy technique, his lips moved. He spoke but instead of telling the next disciple in charge of punishment in the Punishment Hall, he started to protect him, "What else?"
You Zishu has always been straightforward, but now he has learned bad things from someone, and said sarcastically: "Waiting for you to come and rescue?"
Speaking of this, Yin Qiao also realized that they were indeed late. He said anxiously: "Two new disciples ran away and entered the Monster Market. I brought them back, which took some time..."
You Zishu was speechless, even his eyelashes drooped, and it was obvious that he was unhappy.
Yin Qiao had never seen him like this before. It was strange and a little panicked at the same time. They cooperated a lot in the past. You Zishu was the eldest disciple of the sect leader and often handled many things on behalf of the sect leader. If he was dissatisfied with him, he should not make things difficult for him in the future.
So Yin Qiao's face, which was originally as cold as a mask, couldn't help but relax a little. He didn't say anything to You Zishu, and quickly took his disciples to deal with the corpses in the formation, piled them together and burned them. He also explained to his disciples that these were all Baro bones.
But the more he dealt with them, the more frightened he became. It should not be difficult for You Zishu's group of monks to kill a few thousand Baro bones that were not beyond the ability of ordinary people. However, the Baro bones that were scattered everywhere had extremely miserable deaths, some with their heads and bodies torn apart, some with their stomachs ripped open, and some even strangled to death with their intestines taken out. It really... No matter how you look at it, it doesn't seem like the work of monks' swords, but more like evil spirits...
You Zishu refused to answer Yin Qiao's doubts. When they arrived, all the Baro bones had died, and the death energy that suppressed the monks' spiritual power had dissipated. Yin Qiao didn't know what kind of hardships these disciples had experienced.
The other disciples who followed You Zishu's team were all as tight-lipped as saw-mouthed gourds. After all, they had eaten the food of their loved ones and had consumed a lot of Leng Mushi's pills, so they couldn't talk nonsense.
Besides, Leng Mushi was not possessed by the evil spirit. Not only that, You Zishu had also personally investigated and found that after she advanced, her spiritual power became very pure.
Therefore, everyone tacitly concealed the fact that Leng Mushi had refined the Soul Controlling Pill, including her admission to the heavy damage section. Just like the unity they had formed when they had decided to fight back against Balogu, no matter what happened, they wanted to return to the sect first.
After all, they still have to fight side by side. They have to go to the Demon Tribe's ruins, offend the alchemy cultivator, offend Yue Zhong's alchemy cultivator, and offend an alchemy cultivator who can refine soul-controlling pills and has an army of 742 ghost demons... It is really not a wise choice.
But even if they didn't say anything, they couldn't help but know that Yin Qiao from the Punishment Hall was no fool. He quickly discovered that Leng Mushi was being protected by the disciples intentionally or unintentionally, and she was actually at the lower level of the Moon Stage? !
Yin Qiao had an impression of Leng Mushi. After all, she caused a big disturbance in the trial field, drugged You Zishu, and made a lot of nonsense in the Punishment Hall. In the end, she was only punished to be a disciple sweeping the floor. Throughout history, Leng Mushi was the only one who did this.
After the two teams burned Barro's body, they left two mid-level disciples who had been on a mission for a long time to negotiate with the government office in the neighboring town. When the others left the town, Yin Qiao intercepted Leng Mushi.
"When did you reach the Moon Level in your cultivation?" He really didn't look friendly. None of the disciples in the Punishment Hall looked friendly. He frowned, and it didn't seem like he was asking a question, but rather like he was going to punish someone.
Xiao Mian had been following Leng Mushi. He didn't know why, but there was something wrong with Leng Mushi. She still talked to him and her attitude hadn't changed at all, but Xiao Mian felt that she was no longer close to him.
He suddenly remembered what he had said to Leng Tianyin before the accident, and pulled Leng Mushi aside to explain. However, Leng Mushi did not show any reaction, but just said that she knew, turned around and left, then was stopped by Yin Qiao.
"It was last night," Xiao Mian hurriedly stepped forward and stood in front of Leng Mushi, meeting Yin Qiao's gaze and blocking his sight, "Brother Yin Qiao, if you have anything to say, just ask me. She was scared last night."
Leng Mushi: ... I’m not going to scare you.
But Yin Qiao did go with Xiao Mian.
Xiao Mian lied without batting an eyelid. In a sense, he and Leng Mushi were thieves of the same lineage. He fooled Yin Qiao into a state of confusion. In his final summary, well, there were few useful words.
But unlike Leng Mushi, Xiao Mian was rather simple and naive towards Leng Mushi and simply couldn't bear to look at her.
After fooling Yin Qiao, the group hurried on through the forest. The fairy-feathered beasts that had come before had all their yang energy sucked out by Balo Bone and were killed.
They had no choice but to fly their swords one at a time, and Leng Mushi was inevitably pulled up by Xiao Mian's sword.
But this kid didn't follow the main group well. He deviated halfway and landed beside a mountain stream. He put down his sword and asked Leng Mushi, "Are you still angry with me?"
Leng Mushi was thinking about what kind of elixir she could make now, and wondered, "Why am I angry?"
"When I talked to Junior Sister Tianyin, I was talking about you. Don't be angry... I haven't talked to her alone except for that day. She was with Senior Brother Yi Tu all day long." Xiao Mian stopped being a human and told tales to appease Leng Mushi. "When she was fighting Balogu, I saw Senior Brother Yi Tu kiss her forehead. They must be in love."
Leng Mushi's eyebrows jumped when she heard that.
My heart was really in turmoil. Does this mean that the plot has completely collapsed? Leng Mushi imagined many possibilities, just like evolving the pill formula.
But she remained calm and whispered, "I'm not angry. Let's go quickly. We won't be able to catch up with the disciples soon..."
"You are just angry," Xiao Mian said firmly. He walked closer to Leng Mushi, lowered his head to meet her gaze, and wanted to reach out to touch her head, but he held back by clenching his sleeves.
But he said without thinking, "You don't even hold my waist anymore."
Leng Mushi: ...Wait a moment.
"Why should I hug you..."
She paused mid-sentence.
Because although her mind was not on her daily life all day long and she was thinking about refining the elixir while walking, sitting or lying down, she just didn't care much about it, not that she had lost her memory.
With a little recollection, she remembered how close she and Xiao Mian were.
Xiao Mian's words really woke Leng Mushi up from her dream. He did more than just hug her waist. Leng Mushi had no idea how many times she woke up in the morning and found herself riding on Xiao Mian.
Xiao Mian also realized that he had said something wrong. Looking at Leng Mushi's surprised look, his heart was beating wildly with nervousness. He didn't dare to open his mouth, for fear that as soon as he opened his mouth, something would jump out of his mouth.
The green hills in early autumn are still lush and green, but they are frosted, and the leaves fall when the wind blows.
The sound of the rippling autumn water at her feet was like Xiao Mian's frequent whispers to her reminding her to eat. At this moment, even the breeze blowing past the two of them seemed to have turned into a tangible silk ribbon, entwining and wrapping around them too tightly.
The boy and the girl looked at each other and then quickly looked away, half of their ears turning red.
Today marks one year and ten days since they met.
The author has something to say: Xiao Mian: Is the frog cooked? Is it cooked? Is it cooked? Is it cooked? (Knocking on the pot and asking
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