Sword Immortal, she convinces people with reason

Chapter 393: Nine Provinces Discussion (XV)

Wen Caiwei's cheeks turned a strange cherry red, which was a sign that her sea of ​​consciousness was drying up.

She held Wen Mengyue's soul in her hands and muttered a few words.

A white light appeared in the palm of his hand, engulfing Wen Mengyue's soul.

"Soul-searching technique!" Someone recognized the technique and exclaimed.

"Can the soul bear it?"

"That soul was collected in the soul-summoning bell. It must have been refined by Master Taixu's true fire, and just now it was roasted and melted by Wen Caiwei's earth fire. Now she is using the soul-searching technique..."

"Look at Wen Caiwei's technique. Even a living soul wouldn't be able to resist!"

"It would be worse than being cut into pieces alive!"

……

Lin Yige frowned slightly. Caiwei's consciousness was almost exhausted. If she tried to use the soul-searching technique reluctantly, she might overdraw her potential.

But Caiwei was searching the soul at that moment and could not afford any mistakes. If she interrupted, Caiwei would suffer backlash.

Just as he was hesitating, a figure flew past from above and headed straight towards Wen Caiwei.

Without thinking, Lin Yige drew his sword and stood in front of Wen Caiwei.

As soon as they met, Lin Yige recognized that it was Bu Taixu who was late.

Just as the two were about to fight, the man stopped and looked at Wen Caiwei.

Lin Yige sensed that a beam of spiritual consciousness passed by him and swept towards Wen Caiwei.

If Bu Taixu's consciousness were allowed to rush into Caiwei's sea of ​​consciousness, the consequences would be disastrous.

In the worst case... his soul would be shattered and taken over by Bu Taixu.

The spiritual attack of a Mahayana cultivator cannot be blocked by a mere Divine Transformation cultivator.

But Lin Yige had already retrieved the divine consciousness that had existed in the sword monument a thousand years ago, and his spiritual consciousness was comparable to that of a Mahayana cultivator.

She made a prompt decision and released her spiritual sense to chase after him.

But it was too late to send out his spiritual sense to stop it.

Suddenly, a chanting sound was heard, which seemed to be there and not there, sometimes close and sometimes far away, like crying and complaining, making it difficult to hear clearly.

Lin Yige was well prepared, knowing that the chanting must have come from the mouth of Heide, the black shark from the East China Sea. He couldn't help but secretly say that the timing was perfect, and then he concentrated on controlling his own consciousness.

Bu Taixu was caught off guard and was mesmerized by the chanting, and his mind was in a trance for a moment.

In just this instant, Lin Yige's consciousness had caught up.

While the two men were clashing with their spiritual consciousnesses, the monks who were watching were mesmerized by Head's chanting and fell into confusion.

Gu Xiaoyun, the preaching elder of the Guiyi sect, was the first to come to his senses.

He glanced at the disciples of Guiyi Sect, then turned his palms upward, backs of his hands downward, and with his five fingers hooked, he struck downwards.

After receiving this slap in the face, all the disciples of Guiyi Sect came to their senses.

Lu Hengbo touched the aching spot on his head, coughed lightly, and explained, "That's the chant of the black shark from the East China Sea."

The mermaids can confuse the minds of cultivators and impact their spiritual consciousness with just a few soft chants. This is the innate magical power of the mermaids.

The higher the chanter's level, the greater the power of the chant and the wider the range.

Among all kinds of mermaids, the East China Sea black mermaid has the strongest innate magical powers.

The monks who were watching gradually woke up, and after hearing the explanation given by Lu Hengbo and the Guiyi Sect disciples, they were almost frightened to the point of breaking out in cold sweats.

Anyone who dares to interfere in the confrontation between two powerful men, Lin Yige and Bu Taixu, must not be an ordinary merman.

If the mermaid had not shown any hostility towards them and had intended to let them go, they might have been trapped in their minds, in a daze, not knowing when they would die. "When did the Guiyi Sect become friends with the Black Shark of the East China Sea?"

"You ask me, how do I know? Who can know?"

"The true disciples of Guiyi Sect all practice in secret, so it's not surprising that they have connections with anyone."

"Don't talk about this, is that Master Taixu?"

"It looks like that, but I heard that Sword Immortal Yige's spiritual talent is not as good as before after his reincarnation. Now he has only the Divine Transformation level. Master Taixu is a Mahayana cultivator. I'm not sure he can hold out for so long."

"Look again..."

……

Lin Yige's spiritual consciousness was more than half consumed, and Bu Taixu finally took a step back.

Bu Taixu collected his spiritual sense, scanned the crowd, and immediately swung his sleeves, scolding: "Wen Caiwei, stop it! That's your grandmother, Meng Yue of the Wen family, who is your descendant! You must be punished by heaven for such a treasonous act!"

Upon hearing this, the Guiyi Sect disciples looked at each other in bewilderment. Whoever's grandmother had such a behavior, she must have shouldered the bad luck of her ancestors for eighteen lifetimes.

Most of the monks watching were unaware of the Wen family’s “family shame” and their eyes were wider than those of fighting cocks.

If what Bu Taixu said was true, was Wen Caiwei using soul-searching magic on her grandmother Wen Mengyue?

This means that Wen Mengyue will completely disappear from heaven and earth!

Lin Yige frowned and was about to have a good argument with Bu Taixu, but Wen Caiwei suddenly looked up at him, and the smile on her pale face disappeared in an instant.

With a "pop" sound, Wen Caiwei put her hands together, dispersed the remaining soul of Wen Mengyue, and dusted her hands.

She met Bu Taixu's eyes and asked, "Master Taixu, you killed my daughter Wen and imprisoned her soul, so that she could not rest in peace until her death. And I, Wen Caiwei, helped my daughter Wen find her freedom... May I ask, who is this unrighteous person?"

"Except for Wen Mengyue," Wen Caiwei did not give him a chance to explain herself, and pointed to the several sects and families that had welcomed back the remaining souls of their ancestors. "Master Taixu, please don't tell me that the souls of those female cultivators got into the soul-calling bell on their own."

Bu Taixu stared at Wen Caiwei for a long time before he said, "Wen Caiwei, do you want to kill your ancestors?"

"So what?" Wen Caiwei changed the subject and asked with a smile, "Master Taixu, Master Chixu's immortal wine and delicacies, how do they taste?"

"...You? It's you!" Bu Taixu suddenly approached and was about to pinch the slender neck.

Wen Caiwei staggered to hide behind Lin Yige and called out weakly, "Master, help!"

Lin Yige swung his sword and cut off one of Bu Taixu's fingers as easily as cutting tofu.

Bu Taixu almost immediately reattached the severed finger to his hand, but the feeling from the sword was not deceiving.

This time, Lin Yige was shocked.

The physical body of a Mahayana cultivator is so strong, how could this be possible?

No wonder Bu Taixu took the initiative to stop and only fought with himself with his spiritual consciousness.

Bu Taixu's expression changed sternly, and he lit a talisman at lightning speed.

The talisman paper burned out instantly.

As if appearing out of thin air, four ordinary monks carried a huge sedan chair and stopped above the ruins of Tingfeng Pavilion.

An old voice came from the sedan chair: "Zichouyinmao, please ask Master Taixu to get on the sedan chair!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a white silk flew out from the hands of the monks carrying the sedan chair, wrapped Bu Taixu like a cocoon, and threw him into the sedan chair.

The sedan chair went faster than when it came. In the blink of an eye, it passed through the defense formation of the Jiuzhou Conference and at the same time shook off Lin Yige's consciousness.

Needless to say, the monks in the sedan chair, and the monks acting as sedan bearers should not be underestimated either.

Lin Yige supported the weak and powerless apprentice Caiwei, thinking: If Bu Taixu is not eliminated, there will be endless troubles.