I Am The White Moonlight Of The Paranoid Immortal

Chapter 53

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"Bang!" The fist smashed a big hole in the ground.

Yan Jiuge drew out the Longyin Sword, his aura surged, and the sword energy was like a rainbow, slashing on the arm of the puppet servant.

The sharp sword energy cut through iron like mud, and the puppet was severed from the servant's arm.

"laugh!"

What no one expected was that the sound of the sword energy cutting through the metal arm was very dull.

"There are human cultivators inside!" Chu Qi exclaimed.

Previously, it was wrapped in metal, so no one could detect the aura of a monk. Now that the arm was broken, the flesh and bones were exposed at the cut, and everyone noticed something was wrong.

"Retreat and attack instead of defend." Yan Jiuge looked gloomy and unhappy.

"How could this happen? What's wrong with these monks?"

Luo Wuci drew out his spirit sword, and his originally determined gaze became hesitant, "Are they being controlled by someone?"

Before coming to the Central Region, the headmaster said that this trip to Qiucheng was to rescue the people and other cultivators and to maintain stability and order.

If these puppets were not a pile of metal objects, but cultivators trapped inside them, they would be victims and the ones that Tianxuan Sect would have to rescue.

Luo Wuci was not the only one who had such thoughts. Other disciples of Tianxuan Sect switched from offense to defense, hesitating.

However, those puppets wrapped in heavy metal shells never stopped attacking. They rushed around, smashing out huge holes one after another and causing chaos around them.

The problem cannot be solved by the Tianxuan Sect simply giving in.

"First Senior Brother!"

Liu Weiming turned around and tried to ask Yan Jiuge for the decision.

"Fellow Taoists, cut off their limbs! They are already dead. As long as the heads are still there, the souls of the cultivators who have been refined into dead puppets will not be annihilated! They can still enter reincarnation again."

At this critical moment, a loud shout came from the direction of the inn.

It was Yan Chi who was speaking.

"Do as he says." Yan Jiuge said.

As he spoke, he released his arm around Chu Qi and hastily instructed, "Qi, stand behind me."

Chu Qi stopped not far behind Yan Jiuge, Gui Yin sword was unsheathed and held tightly in his hand.

While being on guard, Chu Qi paid attention to the conditions of other disciples of Tianxuan Sect and cast several spiritual spells to enhance their abilities.

After Yan Chi's reminder, the people of Tianxuan Sect stopped retreating and raised their magic swords to chop off the limbs of the puppet servant.

“Dang dang dang!!”

More than a dozen sword energies fell on the metal shells, leaving concave sword marks.

Not all sword cultivators' spiritual swords are as special as the Longyin Sword, and the other sword cultivators are at the Jindan stage, not as good as Yan Jiuge at the Yuanying stage. It will take some time to fight against these ten puppet servants.

Yan Jiuge cut off the limbs of a puppet servant cleanly and neatly, as if the joints were falling off. The puppet's head and body fell heavily to the ground, losing its ability to move.

The aura on its body was fading, and only a pair of scarlet eyes were quietly staring in the direction of Yan Jiuge.

One, two, three...

More and more puppet servants lost their ability to move, their limbs scattered on the ground in a mess. Only their scarlet eyes showed that they had not yet completely lost control.

The last puppet fell from the ground.

There was not a trace of blood on the blade of Yan Jiuge's sword, and it was as bright as before.

Finally, the crisis was resolved. Everyone in the Tianxuan Sect relaxed. The sword cultivator dropped his hand holding the spiritual sword. They began to discuss how to save these strange human puppets. Buddhist cultivators were the best at saving the souls, but unfortunately, the disciples of the Bodhi Sect had not arrived yet.

Amid the discussions of the crowd, Yan Jiuge turned around and walked towards Chu Qi.

"!"

Without any warning, there was a sound of a thread being tightened in the air, as if someone was plucking a string of a guitar.

The atmosphere suddenly froze, and a creepy sense of danger suddenly arrived.

The conversation stopped abruptly, so quickly that everyone could only rely on instinct to avoid danger.

At this moment, the scene and changes fell into Chu Qi's eyes, as if they were infinitely slowed down. The premonition turned into instinct, and he swung the Guiyin sword that he had clenched long ago towards Yan Jiuge's back.

"bass!"

A metallic tremor sounded for no apparent reason.

As crisp as the collision of weapons.

Following the force of the sword, Chu Qi's body leaned forward a step.

At this step, a spatial force suddenly appeared and pulled him in.

Yan Jiuge's pupils constricted, and the hand he stretched out only had time to grab a handful of air.

Everything happened too fast. Yan Jiuge focused most of his attention on protecting Chu Qi. He came back to his senses a moment later. Danger was coming from behind him.

Chu Qi's reaction was a moment faster than Yan Jiuge's. He cut off an invisible object, but he had no time to turn around and was quickly pulled into the space.

next moment.

The sword of Long Yin, which was filled with rage, became more powerful, and the sharp sword intent surged from the edge of the sword.

"Little Lord!"

Five feet away, Yan Chi rushed to him and quickly advised, "You are out of control now, and you may not be able to rescue people. I have a way to get into Qiucheng."

"You say." Yan Jiuge suppressed his emotions and fell into an extreme calmness that seemed as cold and ruthless.

In this state, even though he was conscious, the overwhelming aura on his body became increasingly heavy, making it hard for the people around him to breathe.

"After this, I realized that my previous speculation was correct. Qiu Cheng was indeed refined into a magical instrument by the instrument refiner. In order to make the magical instrument like the mustard seed space appear, we need to set up the Luotian formation and use the method of absorbing spiritual energy to find the place with the most concentrated spiritual energy. Then, we can break its barrier and it will be able to stop hiding."

Yan Chi spoke very quickly, fearing that the person in front of him would lose his composure in the blink of an eye.

"Set up the formation."

Yan Jiuge moved. Of course he knew how to use the Luotian Formation.

*

Qiucheng, City Lord’s Mansion.

"collapse!"

The sound of thread breaking was heard for no apparent reason.

Then, the man who was sitting on the golden chair with his eyes closed suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, opened his eyes wide, and looked at his own fingers in disbelief.

How could the puppet thread given by the Lord break

"Fellow Daoist Ling, what happened to you? Could it be that you got a stitch in the side while practicing, causing your spiritual power to go haywire and backfire?"

A slightly gloomy voice sounded from in front of the man.

The person who was speaking was an equipment refiner. He was wearing luxurious robes and had a dazzling array of decorations on his body. There was a turbid look in his eyes, and his smile looked a little weird because the arc of his lips was too big. It was as if he was completely immersed in his own imagination, revealing his inner thoughts unscrupulously.

"I'm sorry to have embarrassed you, Brother Yan. I just have a minor problem in my body. It's nothing serious." Ling Zhier concealed the abnormality on his body, looked at the appearance of the weapon refiner, and said, "Brother Yan, you haven't refined the weapon today? I won't delay you."

"I originally wanted to go and refine weapons, but the materials for refining weapons have become increasingly scarce recently. Even if the entire city is made of gold, it is far less interesting than a human puppet."

Yan Kuwu licked the corner of his lips, as if he was recalling the feeling of refining a human puppet with his own hands, and he looked intoxicated.

“…” Ling Zhier curled up the corners of his lips, but said nothing more.

Before leaving, he glanced at Yan Kuwu's head. In Ling Zhier's eyes, that head was also hanging with a puppet string. It wouldn't be long before Yan Kuwu would become the next living puppet of the adults.

During this process, Ling Zhier only used puppetry on him without even using the threads, and easily controlled him in his hands.

Puppetry continued to magnify Yan Kunai's evil thoughts. At this moment, he could no longer be considered to be controlled by Ling Zhier, because he had become the evil thoughts themselves.

Before Yan Kuwu becomes a puppet, there is one more piece of good news to report to the adults—the whereabouts of the heir of the Yan family has been found.

However, what on earth cut the puppet thread given by the adults

Is the natal spirit sword of the heir of the Yan family really that powerful

Ling Zhier left the City Lord's Mansion.

*

The other side.

Chu Qi was unexpectedly pulled in by the force of space.

When he came to his senses again, he found himself in a magnificent place.

As far as the eye can see, there are railings, two walls, and floor tiles, all of which are golden. The gold reflects the lights and looks very dazzling to the eyes.

After a brief moment of dizziness, Chu Qi saw clearly where he was - a dungeon-like place. But the dungeon was made entirely of gold, so he was a little surprised.

Could this be the Autumn City built of gold

It would be more appropriate to call it "Golden City".

In addition, Chu Qi also discovered that the place where he was was a corner in the dungeon.

Because there are two walls at the corner, and the other two sides are railings, and at the other end of the railings, a figure is curled up.

Apart from being suddenly pulled into Qiucheng and the inability to use the communication token, there was nothing unusual about Chu Qi. His Guiyin sword was still there, and the spiritual power in his body was functioning normally. Even this place that looked like a dungeon was full of spiritual energy.

There was no aura of high-level cultivators within the sensing range, the highest was only two at the foundation-building stage. And those two auras were the farthest from him, and they might be cultivators guarding the dungeon.

As for the other people imprisoned in the dungeon, they all seemed to be mortals.

Chu Qi thought for a moment and was sure that it would not be a problem for him to escape from prison with a sword.

He planned to find out some information about Qiucheng first.

Chu Qi walked towards the railing on the side where the figure was closer and patted the railing with his hand, trying to attract the attention of his fellow inmates there.

"Don't waste your energy. We can't afford the gold, so we have to suffer if we come here. I advise you to give up the idea of enjoying life in Qiu City. When the immortal comes to call you to work tomorrow morning, you should be more diligent, so as not to be thrown into the frying pan and boil."

Over there, the person curled up steadily on the ground did not move at all, but began to speak.

Chu Qi: “…”

Before he could open his mouth to ask, the man spoke first.

Judging from the voice, Chu Qi's cellmate seemed to be a middle-aged man.

(End of this chapter)