txolops Chapter 361 Leng Yuexin's Domineering Protection
Chapter 361 Leng Yuexin's Domineering Protection
Qin Shuanglian gently raised her hand.
The eerie blue flame in the bone lamp flickered.
Deep inside the mine, the writhing frost seemed to hear a command and stretched little by little along the stone wall.
Mo Chengyue's eyelids twitched as he read it.
This stuff doesn't resemble frost.
Like a group of tiny insects covered in frost.
He silently moved half a step behind Leng Yuexin.
Qin Shuanglian's gaze fell on him, and her smile deepened.
"Is this the young disciple that Junior Sister Leng brought?"
Leng Yue thought to herself, "You are not worthy to ask."
Qin Shuanglian was not angry.
"Master said that Junior Sister Leng has always been arrogant."
"The people you bring along must be extraordinary."
Mo Chengyue immediately cupped his hands in greeting.
"Miss Qin, you misunderstand. I am very simple."
Qin Shuanglian blinked.
"Oh?"
Mo Chengyue said sincerely, "I am just a temporary disciple borrowed by the sect. I am good at moving things, passing array flags, and shouting when necessary."
Qin Shuanglian chuckled.
"interesting."
Leng Yuexin glanced at him sideways.
"Shut up."
Mo Chengyue immediately shut up.
In his mind, he had already scanned Qin Shuanglian from head to toe.
The white clothes were clean.
Bone lamps are considered evil.
A faint red bloodline was hidden within the frost-leaf mark between his brows.
His aura wasn't particularly strong, but it was extremely stable.
This is no ordinary disciple.
This is the kind of troublesome person who has a master backing him up, a trump card to protect him, and likes to pretend to be calm.
In short.
Do not touch.
Touching it could easily trigger the old ones.
Qin Shuanglian raised the bone lamp, its eerie blue light illuminating Zhou Yao's mangled body.
A faint crackling sound came from within the ice.
The corpse slowly raised one shoulder.
If Han Xiaoqiu were here, she would probably cry out for her mother on the spot.
Mo Chengyue did not shout.
He simply pulled out a corpse-suppressing talisman.
Leng Yuexin said calmly, "You think it's useful?"
Mo Chengyue said in a low voice, "Even if it's useless, it can increase the sense of participation."
Leng Yuexin: "..."
Qin Shuanglian chuckled softly.
"Junior Sister Leng, the person next to you is more interesting than those disciples of the Hehuan Sect who only know how to show off their looks."
Leng Yue's eyes turned cold.
"If you look at him again, I'll gouge your eyes out."
Mo Chengyue's heart tightened.
Elder, there's no need to make the hatred so palpable.
Qin Shuanglian's smile finally faded a little.
"Still so domineering."
"No wonder Master said back then that if you don't die, you will become a major threat in the future."
Leng Yue thought to herself, "Qin Suying only knows how to poison people from behind; does she even deserve to talk about the future?"
Qin Shuanglian's fingertips brushed against the bone lamp.
"Master said that if someone hadn't blocked half of the cold poison for you back then, you would have died in the Northern Dark Snowfield long ago."
Leng Yuexin's eyes suddenly turned cold.
The temperature in the entire mine cavern dropped instantly.
The crimson fire veins on the stone wall were forced to dim for a moment.
Mo Chengyue's heart stirred.
To block poison?
Northern Dark Snowfield?
This old debt sounds like a big deal.
Moreover, it is very likely related to the reason why Leng Yuexin switched from the righteous path to the Hehuan Sect.
He really wanted to hear it.
But reason told him that listening to too much of this gossip could lead to him being silenced.
So Mo Chengyue silently pulled his ears back.
Unfortunately, the cultivator's hearing was too good.
It's no use taking it.
Qin Shuanglian asked, "Don't you want to know what happened to that person afterward?"
Leng Yuexin remained silent.
She simply raised her hand.
A streak of frosty white sword light materialized out of thin air.
The sword flashed silently, yet it made the entire mine tunnel appear as if it had been sliced in two.
Qin Shuanglian sighed softly.
"Junior Sister Leng, you still don't like reminiscing about the past."
The sword light fell.
The ghostly blue bone lamp suddenly lit up.
Zhou Yao's mangled body lunged forward, blocking Qin Shuanglian's path.
The ice corpse was split in two by the sword light.
There was no blood inside the torn corpse.
Only large patches of grayish-white corpse frost exploded.
The corpse frost condensed into countless tiny frost nails in mid-air, bypassing Leng Yuexin and heading straight for Mo Chengyue.
Mo Chengyue's face darkened.
"no."
"I'm already standing so far back, why are you calling on me?"
He flipped the array plate hidden in his sleeve.
The Miniature Vajra Array opened instantly.
A pale gold glow spread out in a semicircle inside the mine.
The frost nails struck the burst of light, producing a dense, crisp sound.
Each frost nail, once broken, turns into gray threads, attempting to burrow into the gaps in the array patterns.
Mo Chengyue immediately activated his Yin-Yang True Essence.
The black and white energy swirled along the array pattern, completely obliterating the gray threads.
Qin Shuanglian's eyes brightened slightly.
"The method of balancing Yin and Yang."
No wonder.
The murderous intent in Leng Yue's eyes deepened.
"You really came for him."
Qin Shuanglian said, "It wasn't like that at first."
"That's it now."
Mo Chengyue felt a chill run down his spine.
What does "now" mean?
It's like going out to buy groceries and having your name casually added to the menu.
Leng Yuexin took a step forward.
A layer of mirror-like ice instantly formed on the mine floor.
The ice spread along the four walls, sealing off all the frost and frost.
Qin Shuang lit a lamp to symbolize her pity for her bones.
The eerie blue flame suddenly transformed into a slender, ghostly hand, pressing down on the gray-white gas lines deep within the mine.
Mo Chengyue's pupils contracted.
"not good."
"She's going to draw upon the earth's ley lines and summon corpse frost!"
Leng Yuexin slashed with her fingers.
The Frost Sword swept across the sky, aiming straight for Qin Shuanglian's brow.
Qin Shuanglian's figure scattered like snowflakes.
The sword light pierced through, only shattering a patch of white mist.
The next moment, she appeared beside the stone wall on the left, the bone lamp in her hand already covered with gray-white gas lines.
The entire vein of minerals suddenly trembled.
A low rumble came from afar.
It looked like something was turning over underground.
Mo Chengyue stumbled and immediately grabbed the stone wall for support.
Then they quickly let go.
The layer of frost on the stone wall almost licked his fingers.
Mo Chengyue's face was grim.
"Elder, she doesn't intend to defeat us."
Leng Yue thought to herself, "She's trying to stall me."
Mo Chengyue said, "We also need to turn the three main northern mountain ranges into road signs."
Qin Shuanglian smiled and said, "Clever."
"Unfortunately, intelligent people often die more knowingly."
Mo Chengyue said, "Thank you for reminding me. I will try to be more oblivious in the future."
Qin Shuanglian lightly flicked the bone lamp with her fingertips.
The ghostly blue flame suddenly split into several shadows.
Each shadow that landed transformed into a gray-white ice shadow.
Those ice figures had no facial features, but they wielded different weapons.
Knife.
sword.
hook.
ax.
There's also a long hammer that looks completely unreasonable.
Mo Chengyue glanced at the long hammer.
He was certain.
This thing is so dangerous it defies all the proper etiquette for cultivators.
Leng Yuexin flicked her sleeves.
The Ice Soul True Essence condensed into countless frost blades, pouring out in all directions.
The ice shadow was sliced open by the frost blade, but it quickly rose again from the gray frost on the ground.
Qin Shuanglian said, "The Soul-Devouring Corpse Frost is most fond of true essence."
"Junior Sister Leng, the more you hit them, the more alive they become."
Leng Yuexin coldly replied, "Is that so?"
She clenched her fists.
The frost blades suddenly stopped.
In the next instant, all the frost blades simultaneously recoiled, transforming into transparent ice lotuses.
Instead of releasing its true essence, Ice Lotus directly sealed the flow of corpse frost within Ice Shadow's body.
Ice Shadow's movements froze instantly.
Mo Chengyue's eyes lit up.
No wonder he's a Nascent Soul boss.
Emotional instability is one thing.
Their professional skills are truly impeccable.
Qin Shuanglian's eyebrows twitched slightly.
"Ice Soul Locking Spirit".
"You've actually mastered this technique to this extent."
Leng Yue thought to herself, "Didn't your master teach you that talking too much nonsense will kill you?"
Before she finished speaking, she was already in front of Qin Shuanglian.
As they approached Mo Chengyue, all he saw was a cold glint.
Qin Shuanglian's expression finally changed.
The bone lamp was held horizontally in front of him.
Leng Yuexin struck down with her palm.
The lamp flickered violently, and a thin crack appeared on the surface of the bone lamp.
Qin Shuanglian was jolted backward, a trickle of blood spilling from her lips.
The blood that fell to the ground actually froze into grayish-white frost.
Mo Chengyue's eyes darkened slightly.
She also transformed herself into a medium.
The people of Xuanshuang Valley really don't respect physical health at all, from top to bottom.
Qin Shuanglian wiped the blood from her lips.
"Leng Yuexin, you can't kill me."
Leng Yue thought to herself, "We can try."
Qin Shuanglian suddenly looked at Mo Chengyue.
"Do you really think she can protect you?"
Mo Chengyue immediately said, "Miss Qin, could you please take turns before trying to sow discord?"
Qin Shuanglian was taken aback.
Mo Chengyue said seriously, "There are many people who want me to suffer. It's not very polite for you to suddenly cut in line."
Qin Shuanglian's eyes twitched slightly.
Leng Yuexin coldly replied, "She doesn't need to wait in line."
Mo Chengyue felt a warmth in his heart.
Is the elder trying to protect his own?
Leng Yue thought to herself, "She will die today."
Mo Chengyue: "..."
Row.
It's he who thinks too much.