Sword Immortal, she convinces people with reason

Chapter 392: Jiuzhou Discussion (XIV)

After confirming that it was Wen Caiwei who set the fire, Lin Yige took back the treasures, removed the spiritual imprints, and returned them to their original owners.

Several people took their magic weapons and were a little surprised and confused.

Lin Yige looked calm and composed, which showed that his beloved disciple Wen Caiwei was capable of handling the current dangerous situation on her own.

Several of them were at the Nascent Soul stage, but they could not guarantee that they would be safe and sound if they were engulfed by the sea of ​​fire.

Yin Chan grabbed her golden bell, rubbed it for a while, and asked, "Senior, why...?"

Lin Yige shook her head and was about to speak when the Tingfeng Pavilion fell apart at this moment.

The raging fire scattered the unburned debris everywhere.

"Spread out!"

While reminding everyone, Lin Yige drew his sword and swung it upwards, while his left hand quickly performed the Tianshui Jue.

With her current level of cultivation, it was a little difficult for her to summon wind and rain to put out the fire directly.

But the Tianshui Jue lasts for a very short time, so it is no problem for her.

The most important thing is that it will not affect Caiwei's actions.

Upon hearing the reminder, everyone stepped back in a hurry. When they stood still and looked up, they saw a big hole in the clear blue sky with stars twinkling in it.

The defensive formation of the Jiuzhou Conference was once again pierced by the Guiyi Sect!

Before I could even marvel at the starlight that was faintly visible in the cave, it was obscured by a layer of rolling dark clouds.

As Lin Yige shouted "Rain is coming", it seemed as if a pair of invisible hands were twisting the dark cloud, and rain like a waterfall poured down from the hole in the formation.

The rain scattered, avoiding the hottest part of the fire, and extinguished all the sparks scattered around, leaving only the Tingfeng Pavilion still in the sea of ​​fire.

The spiritual energy in Lin Yige's body poured out like a flood, and in just a moment, it reached the point where he could no longer maintain the Tianshui Jue.

She immediately stopped her magic and put the Huiyuan Pill into her mouth to replenish her spiritual power.

The clouds cleared and the rain stopped, and the defense array seemed to have recovered, quickly closing the hole and the sky was blue again.

The fire was out, but not completely.

When the disciples of Tingfeng Pavilion saw this, they were shocked and angry, and began to complain at once.

"Since Senior Lin already had a method to put out the fire, why did he wait until now to use it? Could it be that he deliberately wanted to make fun of me, Tingfeng Pavilion?"

"If you want to put out the fire, why don't you put it out completely? Could it be that for these insignificant outsiders, you don't even care about the life and death of your own disciples?"

"If the Grand Elder of Tingfeng Pavilion was not here at the moment, would it be the turn of Guiyi Sect to pretend to be a favor?"

……

Before the Guiyi Sect could even open their mouths, Yin Chan had already started to curse: "You conscienceless bastard! How can you say such nonsense?"

"Who do you think you are? Do you really think you are affiliated with the Guiyi Sect? How dare you speak to me in the Tingfeng Pavilion?"

Lin Yige had recovered by now, and quickly raised her hand to interrupt the meaningless quarrel between the two sides, pointing to the fire that was still burning.

A figure holding a sword appeared in the fire.

The figure gently swung the sword, and the raging flame turned into an orange flame, stopping at the tip of the sword.

When everyone saw this, they all exclaimed in surprise.

"Wen Caiwei?"

"Friend Wen?"

"Senior Sister Wen!"

"Homeowner!"

Wen Caiwei held the sword and the earth fire in one hand, and held an exquisite copper bell in the other.

Others didn't know what kind of treasure the bronze bell was. They only knew that Wen Caiwei could control the earth's fire, and their admiration and envy were beyond words.

The disciples of Tingfeng Pavilion are not like that.

Wen Caiwei could easily control the underground fire, but they tried so hard to put it out without success, and it became a laughing stock for others. It was hard not to be angry and embarrassed.

"Wen Caiwei, since you can collect the Earth Fire, why did you wait until now? What is your intention?!"

"How come Elder Bu's soul-calling bell is in your hands?" "Did you set the fire?!"

"Tingfeng Pavilion treated us with courtesy, but you set the building on fire. How unreasonable!"

……

Facing the criticism from everyone in Tingfeng Pavilion, Wen Caiwei said with a cold face: "I set the fire, so what?"

Wen Caiwei's words were extremely firm, which directly overturned everyone in Tingfeng Pavilion's perception of her.

Is this still the gentle Wen Caiwei?

Could it be that he was possessed by another spirit?

Without waiting for more words, Wen Caiwei's sword-holding hand trembled slightly, and the well-behaved earth fire became violent again.

The spirit sword was flaming with fire, and it emitted a flash of fire, scaring the Tingfeng Pavilion disciples so much that they shut their mouths.

Wen Caiwei looked back at Lin Yige, as if to confirm something.

Lin Yige had some guesses in his mind and nodded at her.

Wen Caiwei pursed her lips and smiled, then turned around and shook the earth fire on the sword onto the soul-summoning bell, muttering something.

The soul-calling bell was instantly swallowed up by the underground fire.

The Earth Fire Refining Tool is always successful. There is almost no material that it cannot melt, and the Soul-Calling Bell is no exception.

However, the mental and physical effort required to control the underground fire originating from the earth's core is incomparable to that of ordinary fire.

If you fail to do so, you will easily suffer backlash.

Lu Hengbo saw through the trick and was extremely worried. He said, "Caiwei used up a lot of her spiritual consciousness to set the building on fire and wait for an opportunity to break the formation. Now she is smelting the soul-summoning bell in front of everyone... That is a treasure that has been imprinted with the spiritual consciousness of the Mahayana cultivator Bu Taixu. Is she going to die?!"

Lin Yige did not make a move, but stared at Wen Caiwei quietly, locking onto the restless people in Tingfeng Pavilion with her spiritual sense, and said, "I also want to know, whose soul is Bu Taixu's soul-summoning bell summoning?"

After about an incense stick of time had passed, the soul-calling bell could no longer withstand the burning of the underground fire and was beginning to melt.

Another half a moment later, the copper bell suddenly shook, making a buzzing sound, and instantly melted into a pool of copper water, from which several faint white shadows rose.

Wen Caiwei quickly cut her fingertips and forced a drop of blood into the copper water.

She has a chaotic spiritual root, and her essence, blood, and residual soul are all very nourishing.

Sure enough, when the white shadows came into contact with blood, they transformed into shadowy human figures.

  Everyone then realized that those white shadows were actually residual souls!

And soul refining is an evil and heretical practice!

Wen Caiwei took a deep breath, and without caring about the earth fire gradually getting out of control, she added another drop of essence and blood into the copper water.

The blurry human figure quickly became clear.

Lu Hengbo recognized the white shadow that appeared first and exclaimed, "Wen Mengyue?!"

Before he finished speaking, there was a commotion among the crowd.

"This is... Junior-Master Uncle? Junior-Master Uncle, how did you die, Junior-Master Uncle!"

"Aunt grandma, I'm Ah Niu, you held me in your arms when I was a child!"

"Aunt! Aunt, how could you...how could you be like this?"

……

Several residual souls were recognized by their fellow disciples or people of the same bloodline and were "claimed" one by one.

For a moment, it seemed as if a family reunion meeting was being held on the ruins of the Tingfeng Pavilion.

The monks watching were watching with great interest.

"How is this going?"

"Didn't you hear what those disciples said? This is Bu Taixu's soul-calling bell! He must have killed those female cultivators and refined their souls and stored them in the soul-calling bell!"

"Tsk tsk tsk, you really can't judge a person by his appearance!"

……

Wen Caiwei's sea of ​​consciousness was almost drained away, and she was at the end of her strength, but she still held on with one breath to calm Wen Mengyue's soul.