Chapter 937: The Cold Fairy
For a while, the sound of the wind echoed in everyone's ears, as if a cool breeze was blowing on the ground.
The grassy and dusty ground suddenly surged like wind and clouds. In an instant, the soft wind became extremely strong, swirling the dust.
Ji Yinyin, half of his body turned into wood and unable to move, exclaimed, like a fallen leaf blown up by the wind, it became extremely light and erratic, and was lifted up by the traceable wind.
The monster that jumped down from the beam was thrown into the air.
Everyone looked intently and saw a mecha puppet with an emerald gem on its forehead holding Ji Yinyin firmly in its arms and flying lightly into the air.
As if they were not affected by the gravity of heaven and earth, they were surrounded by a light wind field.
The monster that was defeated turned out to have a human face and a wolf body, with black and brown hair all over its body, and its forelimbs were claws full of wild power.
The hind limbs are a pair of thick and powerful human legs, resembling an animal but not an animal, and a human but not a human being.
It salivates, exudes a horrible fishy smell, and has a strong corrosive meaning.
Not long after, the ground beneath it melted and corroded, creating a deep crater.
Looking at such a ferocious and terrifying appearance, Ji Yinyin's face turned pale and she was filled with fear.
Before the monster could stand up straight, another mecha boulder snatched out of Li Jiujiu's Qiankun bag fell with astonishing explosive power.
The earthy yellow light gathered into a huge heavy shield and hit the monster head on.
Compared to the speed and nimbleness of the mecha that rescued Ji Yinyin, this mecha was so powerful that it obviously focused on merit and strength, and its power was endless.
The shield was as heavy as a mountain, and before he could even reach his body, the rumbling force of falling from the sky had already crushed the monster to the point where it was unable to get up on all fours.
There was nowhere to escape. When the mecha puppet stepped onto the ground, the monster's head exploded, and sticky plasma spattered out, falling on the mecha puppet's body.
Just when hope was ignited in everyone's hearts, they thought that Li Jiujiu would win a complete victory with the power of the mecha.
The thick blood splashing on the metal armor on the puppet made a sizzling sound. It was like hot oil gradually spreading on the snow. In the blink of an eye, the thick armor was corroded into thousands of holes. With hundreds of holes, the bright yellow lines overflowing on the surface of the armor also dimmed and disappeared, making it look just like ordinary armor.
Brown tung oil gushes out of those holes, which is shocking.
The blood clinging to the armor seemed to be alive, twisting like earthworms and burrowing crazily into the puppet's body.
The furnace heart in front of the mecha's chest flickered continuously, obviously the spiritual power was extremely unstable, and then it collapsed uncontrollably until it was completely extinguished.
Although De Li Jiujiu took action in time and eliminated the monster, it was obvious that she was not able to gain any advantage.
Two against one, one mecha was damaged.
Li Jiujiu's face was pale, and the two fingers he put into the Qiankun bag were trembling slightly.
She got these two mechas from Bailian, and they were different from Xianling City. Although she had Bailian's burial objects, under normal circumstances, she would not encounter too much danger or accident.
Just in case, Balian chose two of the best quality mecha puppets for her from a batch of mecha puppets that he and Fang Geyu refined together in the mountains. Self-defense.
One is wind attribute and the other is earth attribute.
It has both offense and defense. Even when you are losing, you can use the wind-attributed mecha to evacuate in time.
But the current situation did not allow her to escape unscathed. All the fellow disciples and sisters who came with her were lying here.
What's more, Chi Wenyan has already targeted Ji Yinyin. If Li Jiujiu escapes, Ji Yinyin will most likely be the one to succeed Hui Wuniang's misfortune.
As for Li Jiujiu hiding the mecha puppet, Chi Wenyan looked surprised and surprised:
"I really underestimated you. I didn't expect you to have such a hand. Last night you endured You didn't use the mecha puppet to attack me. You must be waiting for a suitable opportunity to take me down, right?
It seems that Miss Li Xianren? It’s not that they are completely brainless, but it’s a pity that cultivators like you who value friendship are really full of flaws and are extremely easy to be manipulated.”
I saw Chi Wenyan lift up. The movements of his hands and ten fingers were like plucking the strings of a piano. Frequent visions appeared out of thin air, and the sound of continuous roars of monsters suddenly came from all around the deserted house.
Countless deformed and twisted shadows swayed in the dim light, like monsters sleeping in the darkness crawling out of their nests one after another.
Seeing this scene, the young monks were so frightened that they dared not breathe. Sweat beads rolled down their faces, and their faces were pale, as if they had fallen into a nightmare.
They really can't understand why a mortal like Chi Wenyan can have such means.
Chi Wenyan raised his head slightly, like a performer, with the corners of his lips raised. It was clear that he was about to commit a cruel and bloody act, but his brows and eyes were filled with a different kind of spirit.
“I originally had the ambition to fly high, but God gave me a humble and broken body. My heart was for the heavens, but fate made me as humble as dust!
Heaven and earth are unkind, the road is unfair, honor and disgrace are harsh, and now it is up to humble mortals like me to control the fate of monks like you! "
Under the command of Chi Wenyanshi, the roars of the monsters were like a tide, swarming in from all directions.
Having seen the corrosive power of the smelly saliva of those monsters, the monks were shocked and pale, desperate Finally, it was like a torrent bursting from a dam, causing everyone to hiss. Roaring and wailing.
Chi Wenyan still had an almost crazy smile on his face. He enjoyed the process of killing very much.
Especially the killing of these omnipotent monks. It can give him a great sense of satisfaction and honor.
The man folded his arms and watched indifferently, without any sympathy, just watching everything quietly.
He even looked a little tired, feeling that Chi Wenyan talked too much and was too procrastinating.
The man yawned as if he was bored. He was about to close his eyes and take a nap when his hair on his forehead was suddenly ruffled by a wisp of breeze.
The breath of the breeze is extremely inconsistent with the surrounding atmosphere. It is as clear as the wind and pine trees, as clear as the sun and the moon, but there is a heart-wrenching breath hidden in the seemingly invisible wind. Shockingly sharp and simple sword intent.
He suddenly opened his half-closed eyes, his gaze suddenly as sharp as a sword, and unknowingly, a drop of cold sweat slid down his temples.
The cold sword intent was refined like the moonlight, descending vertically from the night sky. It was extremely concise and cut out a perfect arc that blended with ancient beauty.
“Ah!!!”
A flash of blood!
Chi Wenyan's left arm was broken at shoulder level. The crazy smile on his face turned into a look of horror. Severe pain shot straight to the top of his head, making him turn his eyes white in pain.
The whole person cried and twitched and fell down, like a dying snake twisting and twitching on the ground, saliva rubbing from the corners of his mouth all over his face.
There is no trace of the high-spirited look just now.
Bailian nodded slightly, with a smile on his lips.
Yin Baishuang clicked her tongue and said nothing because she hated people who came from Taixuan Sect.
Ying Ji’s eyebrows were calm, as if she was not interested in this change.
The man turned around in fear and saw the woman in white who had been unconscious there quietly getting up at some point. Even the humanoid puppet guarding her had suffered some serious injuries.
The orange light in the mecha puppet's eyes dissipated and he fell softly, but the shining furnace heart in his chest had already fallen into the woman's hands.
As the woman slowly raised her head, her delicate hair flowed down her face like water, revealing a distant and distant face.
Under the light of the fire, the woman's amber eyes were clear and dustless, her skin was as white and as clear as porcelain, and even the bridge of her nose was as warm as jade.
But under this warmth, there is also an indescribable coldness. Her eyes are like soaked in snow, cold and without warmth.
She raised her hands and stretched her arms casually and calmly, and with a slight movement of her fingertips, the black ancient sword that had been silent beside the campfire buzzed out of its sheath, standing emptyly in front of her. The woman in white lowered her eyes and flicked the mirror-like sword with her finger. The clear sound of the sword sounded like a gentle breeze, or like the Sanskrit sound of autumn rain over the vast glaciers.
The sound fell to ordinary people's ears, and it was very pleasant and refreshing, but the monsters attacking from all sides seemed to be suddenly hit by arrows, screamed in agony, and retreated again.
The powerful mecha puppet in Li Jiujiu's Qiankun bag could only die with one of the monsters.
But this woman never held a sword in her hand. She just used the sound of her sword energy to force back a group of monsters.
Such a strong person should be called peerless.
The monks captured in the deserted house were only disciples of the younger generation from the second-rate immortal sect forces, and had never come into contact with people of this level.
For a moment, I was completely impressed by the sound of the sword.
In my heart, despair gave birth to ecstatic hope.
Seeing Chi Wenyan lying in a pool of blood, holding his shoulders and wailing desperately, everyone felt even more happy.
The man looked at the woman in white, his eyes narrowed, his pupils shrank and he said, "Who do you honor?"
The woman in white sheathed her sword. The sword had been touched by Chi Wenyan first. She seemed to feel it was stained, so she took out a handkerchief and wiped it carefully.
Without raising her eyelids, she replied coldly: "Tai Xuan Nine Classics, Wen Hanwei."
The man's eyes couldn't help but narrowed deeper, and his pupils looked dark and mysterious. Although the expression on his face has not changed much.
But after hearing this title, the man's hand had already reached into his waist, unconsciously holding the weapon.
A smile slowly appeared on his face and he said: "It turns out to be Master Wen Jiu Jing."
When Chi Wenyan heard that it was the Nine Classics of Taixuan, he even forgot to cry for a moment, with a look of deep despair on his face.
Although he thinks he is higher than the sky and looks down on these high-ranking monks from aristocratic families, he also understands what the Nine Taixuan Sutras symbolize in this human world.
No matter how arrogant he is, his ambition and courage are ultimately limited, and he only dares to count second-rate young disciples like Shua Ji.
To him, a visit from the Taixuan Nine Classics was tantamount to a visit from the God of Death.
Looking at Wen Hanwei’s face as usual, he murmured: “When did you start doubting me?”
Wen Hanwei cherished words like gold: "In the beginning."
"In the beginning?" Chi Wenyan was deeply puzzled.
Bailian understood the reason.
Wen Hanwei has cultivated the purity of the sword's heart to be clear and transparent. She can see people, nature, and only the original heart.
Although it is not an ordinary mind-reading skill, it can easily control the emotions of all things, such as joy, anger, sorrow, resentment, greed, and so on.
Although she cannot know what the other person is thinking about writing, she can feel the other person's soul and emotional fluctuations with just one glance.
When she first saw Chi Wenyan, she must have seen a dirty, sticky, and dark soul.
Because it is so pure and pure, so clear and so frosty, no trace of dirty black color can escape her eyes.
Wen Hanwei did not explain any more. She just looked at Chi Wenyan who fell on the ground and said matter-of-factly: "Are you ready to die?"
Chi Wenyan looked like he was crazy. Shaking his head: "I don't want to die...I don't want to die!"
Wen Hanwei looked at Hui Wuniang, who looked miserable and had passed out, and the soup simmering in the hot pot.
A pair of amber eyes are as clear as glass, with no other emotions, only purity and coolness.
"Before he killed, humiliated, played and tortured without restraint, he did not realize that he should die for it..."
It was rare for Wen Hanwei to say so many words at once , the calmness in her raised eyes gave her a kind of indifferent beauty.
She was serious and serious: "This is something that is never allowed."
She expressed her views calmly and normally, but in Chi Wenyan's eyes, this undoubtedly became the most terrifying and cruel ruthless trial in the world.
A helpless and desperate whine broke out from his mouth, as if he didn't understand.
I just want to live, why should I be treated so cruelly?
But Wen Hanwei ignored it. A sword finger was pointed out lightly, and the sword energy became a blade. She shaved off the skin of Chi Wenyan's thigh from the calf, and it became long and white. on the ankle.
She drew her sword so fast that she cut off a whole strip of flesh without any blood spilling out, and the cut noodles were as neat as paper.
It wasn't until the severe pain slowly took over Chi Wenyan's mind that countless blood beads oozed out from the cut leg meat.
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. My eyes almost popped out of my eyes.
Wen Hanwei's black and white eyes were cold, yet extremely clean and clear.
She said seriously: "I'm sorry, I can't do anything too cruel..."
As she spoke, she tilted her head slightly, and then thought about it seriously. Without any intimidation, she said in an extremely ordinary tone: "But it seems to be very simple to remove the bones and cut the meat."
After hearing this, Chi Wenyan almost came out of his body. He looked at Wen Hanwei's eyes in horror. Those eyes... clearly didn't seem to be looking at a person, but looking at someone who was to be slaughtered and killed as a matter of course. beast.
"Sir...save me, please save me!"
Chi Wenyan rolled and crawled, trying to crawl to the man's side to ask for help.
Wen Hanwei lowered her eyes, raised her index finger again, and a wisp of sword energy cleanly cut off Chi Wenyan's neck.
The atmosphere was clean and silent for a while.
She seems to have noticed that everyone is looking at her alone. The look in her eyes seems to say, Master Jiujing, are you bragging just now?
Wen Hanwei's slightly raised fingers were retracted coldly, and she said calmly: "I said I'm not good at torturing people."
Only those who know her temper well Balian knew that the movement of closing his fingers definitely contained some timidity.
Judging from appearance alone, Wen Hanwei's temperament is similar to Su Jing's. They both look cold and cold, and are inaccessible.
But Su Jing was cold to the bone from the inside out, Wen Hanwei's coldness was only on the outside.
Only when you really get close to her world, you will find that under the appearance of such a cold porcelain doll, there is actually a soft soul.
She stays in the mountains all year round, is afraid of strangers, talks little, and does not talk to outsiders. She is autistic and afraid of outsiders.
This is why, among so many young disciples present, no one knows her Wen Hanwei.
It is rare for her to go out once in a hundred years and meet strangers without knowing how to talk to them. Over time, people will have the subtle illusion that she is very cold.
(End of this chapter)