Chapter 51 Su Xiaoyue Dies

Su Xiaoyue's mind moved, and the Yuanying suddenly emerged from her body with her natal flying sword, blocking the broken sword!

But where can she block the broken sword?

"No!" Jing Wuming and Jing Chusu both exclaimed.

The next moment, the powerful broken sword directly exploded Su Xiaoyue's flying sword, and then exploded her Nascent Soul, penetrated through it, piercing Su Xiaoyue's flesh chest and Jing Wuming's shoulder behind her!

"retribution……"

A sound that seemed to be there and not be there became fainter.

Jing Chusu felt a thunderous thunder, split himself in half, and instantly fainted and fell down!

"Xiaoyue!" Jing Wuming showed an incredible look on his face, and he trembled and held her body.

However, he was also a rational person. He grabbed Jing Chusu and stopped her in the air so that she would not hurt her body. At the same time, he quickly broke through Su Xiaoyue's corpse belly and captured a newborn from it.

On the other hand, as soon as Jing Ge and Lan Xueyan fell to the ground, he jumped up with a whoosh, and his whole body was covered in blood. But he seemed to have not realized it and looked at Lan Xueyan at a glance.

Jing Ge's eyes were full of murderous intent, and Lan Xueyan's whole body was cold. He hurriedly sat up and shouted, "Jing Ge! It's me! It's me!"

Jing Ge tilted his head, and a look of doubt flashed in his eyes. Then he grabbed his head suddenly, grabbed several blood marks, screamed in pain, and still rushed towards Lan Xueyan irrationally, grabbing her with his paws.

Lan Xueyan was shocked and had no time to sacrifice the bell-shaped magic weapon, so she had to use a flying sword to immediately cross the line and try to block Jing Ge!

Jing Ge grabbed the flying sword with quick eyes and dragged it back. The red and purple light flashed in succession. Although the flying sword was sharp, it could not hurt his hand. Lan Xueyan felt that a wave of unresistible force came from her hand. Even if she let go immediately, she was still pulled forward and was quickly inserted into her neck by Jing Ge.

"This dead boy!" Although Lan Xueyan knew at a glance that it was Jing Wuming who used the trick on him, he was just unconscious, but he was still angry and pushed out a talisman with one hand, exploded, stopped Jing Ge's body, then flew a little on his feet, and flew into the air to avoid Jing Ge's edge.

Jing Ge jumped suddenly, without stopping, and still grabbed it with just a simple claw.

Lan Xueyan shook his hand and then used another flying sword to match Jing Ge's claws. As the sparks flew around, Lan Xueyan was actually inferior to Jing Ge and was knocked to fly backwards.

"What a powerful magic trick! I underestimated Jing Wuming!" Lan Xueyan was secretly frightened and sacrificed the ancient treasure of Buddhist and Taoist Dharma and quickly. As the Falun rolled and made waves of Sanskrit sounds, just restraining Jing Ge's riot mind. When Jing Ge heard this sound, his whole body flashed with red light, and he covered his head and screamed in pain.

Seeing this, Lan Xueyan suddenly had some memories and felt a little reluctant. She paused her hand and Fanyin stopped immediately. Jing Ge also immediately escaped, and his body shook, and immediately appeared in front of Lan Xueyan who thought to be "bad".

"Ah! Fengyun!" Lan Xueyan's chest was cold, and she was about to be poked to the point of heart, but she subconsciously shouted. Jing Ge paused for no reason, then he pulled Lan Xueyan's collar, pulled Lan Xueyan's collar and opened her mouth.

The smell of fishyness was so strong that Lan Xueyan couldn't help but cough, looked at Jing Ge in horror, and said in thought: "I almost died!"

Jing Ge's eyes were red and purple, and he looked at Lan Xueyan with doubt, and suddenly screamed again, and his other hand was fist and smashed it at Lan Xueyan's head.

Lan Xueyan was thinking: "He actually touched my chest!" Seeing that he started attacking him again, he quickly shook his hand, and a silver needle suddenly appeared, instantly stretched and softened, turning into silk threads to wrap around his wrists and facing the side, thinking, "Why are you here again?" When he knew that it was not the time to hold back, he opened his mouth and sprayed out a mouthful of true fire in his life, burning it on Jing Ge's face.

Jing Ge seemed to be a little afraid of the flames, and immediately let go and slapped his face. Lan Xueyan took the opportunity to fly high into the sky. Jing Ge floated in the air a few times, but she could only scream below!

After Jing Ge died, he could only float in the air for a short time, and could not fly with swords like a cultivator. The instantaneous movement was fast, comparable to that of a cultivator in the God Transformation Stage. However, he was not as good as the latter in long-distance pursuit.

The talisman in his body flashed a few times, and Jing Ge suddenly fell down and stepped on two deep pits on the ground.

Then as the deadly time passed, Jing Ge trembled a few times like a swaying body, his body suddenly shrank down, the color of his body changed, and he returned to his original childish appearance.

It’s just that his hair must be dyed by Jing Wuming again before it can turn black. At this moment, his hair is as white as the old man.

Jing Ge's mind was affected by the death and blood evil spirit, and after he was crazy, he would fall into a coma. Therefore, he fell to the ground and did not get up again.

Lan Xueyan was shocked and suspicious in the air. When she heard the sound from Jing Wuming, she looked at her eyes and found that Su Xiaoyue was dead, she was shocked!

Then Lan Xueyan sighed inwardly, fell to the ground, found a cloak from the storage ring, wrapped it on Jing Ge, gently picked him up, and flew towards Jing Wuming.

The body of the lion and ape is extremely valuable, but it exploded itself and left nothing except blood all over the ground.

When Jing Wuming saw Lan Xueyan coming, although he was sad, he stopped crying. He picked up the newborn baby girl, protected her with a protective light shield, and said to himself: "I didn't expect that the day of your birth is the time for your mother to die..." Looking at the bright red blood of hundreds of meters in the radius of the earth, Jing Wuming continued: "From now on, you can call Jing Chuhong!"

The huge disaster caused by the lion and ape beast breaking through the ban this time caused huge losses to the Weiling Sect, and nearly half of the people died.

However, only one of the monks above the Nascent Soul stage died, that is Su Xiaoyue.

Jing Wuming regrets this. If he ignored Jing Chusu and left immediately as soon as he received Jing Chusu, Su Xiaoyue would not die. But things in the world are unpredictable. Who would have thought that the lion and ape beast would be so fierce before he died?

Looking at Jing Ge, Jing Wuming couldn't help but think of the last sigh before Su Xiaoyue's death, and said to himself: "Is it really retribution?"

For some reason, Lan Xueyan secretly discussed with Jing Wuming, but did not report the fact that he had refined the magic puppet. Instead, he took Lin Fuxiang down the mountain the next day on the grounds of his experience.

As for the powerful broken sword, Jing Wuming could not hide it, so he could only hand it over and return it to Wang Xian.

Jing Chusu locked herself up since Su Xiaoyue's death and no one saw him. Although Jing Wuming was worried, he didn't know what to do.

He handed Jing Chuhong to the helpless Jing Chujie and the seriously injured Jing Xiaoshe. Three days later, Jing Wuming took Jing Ge and quietly went down the mountain on the grounds of sending Su Xiaoyue's body back to Baihelin to attend the funeral.

Although Feng Lie was a little reluctant to leave the sect at the same time, he could not interfere and could only decide on it themselves.

However, Jing Wuming did not take Su Xiaoyue to Baihelin, but returned to Meigu, cremated her broken body and threw it over to Meilin, and then took all the living dead to Wuming Mountain.

Originally, he only wanted to take one or two to save, but for the sake of caution, he still didn't take it.

Before the Holy Eye Cave was opened, Jing Wuming planned to go and try his luck.

Since Su Xiaoyue's death, outsiders have found that Jing Wuming has not changed much. But he himself clearly knows that he is no longer the same person he used to be.

Jing Ge didn't know where Jing Wuming took him and the eight living dead, so he didn't dare to ask. As for the sudden departure of Lan Xueyan and Lin Fuxiang, he had no emotions except strangeness and it didn't matter.

However, since Su Xiaoyue died, he fell into a coma. After that, he never saw Jing Chusu again until he went down the mountain. Jing Ge was particularly worried about this, and at the same time, he was a little empty and uncomfortable.

As for Su Xiaoyue's death, after Jing Ge learned about it, he didn't know whether it was sad or happy to be with this enemy. He just felt that things were impermanent, and he sighed for a moment, and then threw everything behind his mind.

The living dead were in a state of life, like zombies, and were slow to move. Jing Wuming, who had no magic weapon in space, had to tie them together with a rope and fly low. Therefore, his speed was much slower, and he flew for two days before he arrived near Netherworld Mountain.

At this time, Jing Wuming and Jing Ge's appearance changed, which was a disguise technique.

The Netherworld Mountain is also as tall as a cloud, with a strong earthly spirit. It is the former site of the Demonic Dao Hell Gate. Since the Immortal Dao drove out all the Demonic Dao, no immortal cultivators here can take a look. Therefore, the footprints of mortals on the entire mountain are very obvious, but there are no traces of cultivation.

The Hell Gate once built a palace here and dug a cave, but it was destroyed before evacuation, leaving no hair behind.

The Netherworld Mountain, which has been purified for two thousand years, has been very lively recently, with a large number of monks staying there. Among them, those with high cultivation levels are rare, but many of them are low in cultivation and not afraid of death. It is really weird.

I don’t know what those lower-level monks think, but they know that it’s easy to die when they come here, but they are still rushing to come. Maybe it’s because of luck!

However, when any high-level monk was a low-level monk, almost without exception, had experienced such life-gambling events. Otherwise, it would be impossible to reach the current level.

Therefore, if you want to become a high-level monk, these low-level monks will have to come even if they cherish their lives. Instead of saying that it is a destiny, it is better to laugh it out of your willingness.

If you want to live forever, you must first bet on your life!

At this time, from spring to summer, the temperature rises at the foot of the Netherworld Mountains, and the white mist becomes very thin. Near the sheep intestine path, the crisp birds chirping, playing jungle music about vitality, and listening to Jing Ge was a little obsessed for a moment.

Jing Wuming opened a deep cave in a mountain, hiding eight living dead people in it. Then he handed Jing Ge a jade messaging talisman, asking him to take good care of the other eight living dead people and not run around. Whenever there was any problem, he would immediately crush the jade slip.

In the end, Jing Wuming blocked the entrance of the cave with a stone, cast another illusion array at the entrance, and flew away, not knowing what to do.

Jing Ge wished him to leave. He was with him and even walked with him, so he had to be careful and too depressed. After he left, Jing Ge was not afraid. He hugged in the pile of dead people, his eyes flashed purple, and he carefully observed them in the darkness. He felt that they were not only not terrifying, but also exuded a kind and similar atmosphere.

The living dead were wrapped in black cloth and motionless. Jing Ge untied one of them, looked at his numb and pale face, and thought to himself: "I don't know what their name is. What stories did they have before? I can't speak, it's so pitiful!"

Unable to see the reputation, Jing Ge became bored and closed his eyes to rest.
Chapter completed!