The whole sect is a villain from top to bottom, and Junior Sister Juan Wang kills Chuantian

Chapter 118
It took half a day for Tan Taiming to wake up from the illusion.

As soon as he came out of the illusion, he collapsed on the ground in a big shape, with a flat face, "Oh, I'm so exhausted..."

Being able to toss the cheerful and active Erha into such a state, it can be seen that he has lived in an extremely dangerous half-day in the illusion.

But fortune and misfortune depend on each other, the aura on his body is a bit more intense, and there is a faint sign of breaking through to the peak of Jindan.

Chu Sang threw him a few healing pills, and he finally calmed down, curled his lips and said, "You don't know, I just met a person who looks exactly like me in the illusion, and that person wants to replace me. Even the strength and sword style are exactly the same as mine. He will use whatever moves I make. It is very difficult to deal with. It took me a lot of effort to finally break through my limit and knock him down!"

He thought he was the first to come out, but he didn't expect that all three senior and senior sisters would come out.

Tan Taiming turned his head to look at the elder sister who was still awake, and blinked, "Why hasn't the elder sister woke up?"

The most important test of the illusion is the state of mind of the monks. It stands to reason that among the few of them, the one who seems to have the most sane mind is the elder sister.

Unexpectedly, the elder sister was the one who was trapped the longest.

"It's probably not that simple, Eldest Sister...may be haunted by demons."

Si Kouqiu touched his chin and said in a deep voice.

She had encountered a demon just now, and was almost successfully lured.

Tan Taiming got up from the ground like a carp, a little worried, "Elder Sister has a demon?"

"It's not accurate to say that the inner demons are like me and the elder sister, it's more like the karma before the inner demons formed."

"If the karma can be eliminated, the road ahead will be a hundred times smoother, but if the karma cannot be eliminated, then the karma will most likely turn into a demon one day in the future..."

There is still something about this illusion of mirrored thorns, Chu Sang thought for a while, and took out the almighty Xiaobai, "Can you take me to see the illusion of Senior Sister?"

Xiaobai's function is not just as simple as swallowing everything.

After it devours enough [things], it will have a high probability of comprehending part of the skills of the [things].

For example: it swallowed so many ghost corpses and ghosts in the ghost city before, and then realized a skill called [Ghostization], which can make the body ghostly and go back and forth through the wall to play.

It's just that Chusang felt that this skill was a bit tasteless before, so he didn't use it much.

"Yuqin, let Wo try~"

Xiaobai shook his head, and the imprint on his forehead, which resembled a crescent moon, emitted a faint purple light.

Under the amazed gaze of the other three people, the figure of a man and a beast began to gradually become transparent, slowly detached from the ground, and floated in the air, really like a wandering ghost.

……

Eldest sister's sea of ​​consciousness is a world of ice and snow.

It was cold and snowy in the twelfth lunar month, on the streets of an ordinary town, there were pedestrians walking and stopping one after another, but perhaps it was commonplace, and no one would take a second look at the alleys where there were swear words and fighting sounds next to them.

In a remote alley.

A group of street gangsters are bullying a girl who is only seven or eight years old.

The girl's hair was loose, covering half of her face. She was dressed in shabby clothes. It was obviously a cold day, but the coarse linen clothes on her body were extremely thin. There were even a lot of scattered puddings sewn on. Her bare calves and arms were purple and cracked from the cold.

She was pushed to the ground by those young gangsters laughing,
"Peng!" His forehead hit the corner of the wall, and the blood mixed with mud and snow slid down, instantly turning that small piece of snow red, unable to get up.

One of the fifteen or sixteen-year-old gangsters kicked her twice and clicked her tongue, "Isn't she going to die? Are you so unprofessional?"

Being kicked in the abdomen again, the girl curled up and let out a low cry of pain. She woke up from the pain, half of her face was covered with blood on her forehead, she was extremely terrifying, like a ghost.

She slowly raised her blood-stained face, and stared blankly at the people in front of her, her eyes were extremely empty, like a pool of stagnant water.

He is obviously a living person, but he is as numb as a walking corpse that has long since died.

Seeing her ghostly appearance, those bastards felt a chill, and couldn't help cursing, "You won't fall stupid, will you?"

"It's okay to be stupid, anyway, she's just an abandoned orphan, no one cares about her."

"Even if we play her to death, no one will know."

In recent years, Feng Shui has been out of order, droughts and floods have occurred frequently, and famines have often occurred in many places.

At this time, in some remote villages and towns with backward feudalism, the girl who is called a loser becomes the only hope for the whole family.

This hope is not that hope.

The girl was sold by her parents in exchange for food money a few years ago, and the parents left with only their younger brother who was less than a full moon.

She was sold to a rich landlord family as a slave, and she was beaten and scolded all day, but one day, she found a chance to escape.

You must know that she was only seven or eight years old at the time, and a young girl could not gain a foothold outside. Apart from being hungry and unable to eat, she also encountered many unexpected dangers and harassments.

Later, she lived with an old woman who made a living by picking waste, but this year's cold season was too cold. The old woman fell ill and had no money to buy medicine for treatment, so she died a few days ago in the middle of the night in the cold winter.

She dug a grave for the old woman with her hands, and she buried her.Since then, she has become a lonely and helpless vagrant again.

With no backing and helplessness, she naturally became the best target for these street gangsters to vent their anger on. Even if she was killed, no one would care.

"...Forget it, she looks disgusting like this, let's go quickly."

For some reason, the eyes of these gangsters on the girl felt a little tingly, and they wanted to leave quickly.

The gangster at the head laughed, and turned his evil eyes around her, "It's too cheap for her to leave like this... She actually looks pretty good, otherwise we can sell her to a nearby restaurant for a sum of money, enough for us to live happily for half a month."

"Anyway, I'll be sold to the brothel long ago, why not us..." The gangster on the side smiled wretchedly, and stepped forward to grab the girl's too slender arm
The girl looked at them in a trance, but didn't struggle, and let them drag her to a hidden corner...

Just at this time, a sword light slashed in the air, and the gangsters fell to the ground and lost their breath before they could even scream.

"A bunch of scum, living is a waste."

The person who came was a woman in purple. She disgustedly looked at the gangsters lying in a pool of blood, flicked her sleeves, and said in a calm tone, "Although cultivators are not allowed to use violence in the secular world to hurt mortals, you scumbags would rather not be alive if you are alive. You will hurt other people even if you are tainted with karma."

After saying that, the woman in purple looked at the little girl who was lying limp on the ground with a numb expression, and there was a little more love in her eyes.

She walked over and said softly, "little girl, what's your name?"

"..."

She looked up blankly at the woman and the blood-stained sword in her hand, without saying a word.

The woman in purple frowned, "Tsk, it's not like you really broke your head, forget it, I'll take you home first, and find a medical clinic to help you look at your injuries on the way."

The girl's expression finally fluctuated a little, and she said dully, "I, I don't have a home, they...sold me, grandma passed away a few days ago, and the hut was also taken by other beggars..."

The woman's face was even more complicated when she heard the words, and compassion finally prevailed. Even though she saw that the girl's aptitude was mediocre, she decided to take her back to the sect, "If there is no place to go, then come home with me."

"From today onwards, you will have nothing to do with this world, no self and no self... You will no longer be seen here, forget the memory here, leave with me, and find your true heart..."

The woman's words seemed to contain some kind of power, and hope gradually appeared on the girl's numb face. She staggered and stood up from the ground, and the white snow fell on her thin and thin shoulders, making her shiver.

"That's right, good boy, come with me."

The woman smiled lightly at her, but there was a hint of treachery in her eyes, and the tenderness on her face was like two people, "Follow me into a demon, and no one will dare to bully you anymore."

"...Enchanted?"

The girl stopped abruptly and stared at her blankly.

This scene is a bit familiar, she seems to have experienced it, but she doesn't quite remember it.

But she can be sure of that.

What the figure in memory said to her was not these words.

The purple-clothed woman still smiled gently, and stretched out a hand to her, unable to hide her eagerness, "Why don't you leave, my good boy? As long as you follow me into a demon, you will have great power. At that time, no one will dare to bully you. These people will be stepped on by you and become stepping stones to make you stronger and stronger!"

Seeing that the girl was still staring at her blankly, the last trace of patience was exhausted by the woman, and she rushed forward, trying to grab the girl and walk out.

As soon as the sword intent slashed in the air, Chu Sang, who descended from the sky, trampled her to the ground with a sweet smile, "Do you know that the villain died because of talking too much? You, a little phantom, dare to pretend to be my master?"

You must know that Master is not so serious.

Pull people as tirelessly as a missionary.

If it were a real master, if she tried to persuade her twice but failed, she probably would have turned around and left long ago.

She gave this fake master a boxed lunch with a sword.

"Master, are you alright?"

Chu Sang looked at the tattered girl in front of her, and she could barely recognize the familiar facial features and the scar on her forehead, so she could confirm the identity of the girl in front of her.

She pinched the girl with a cleansing technique, then tore off a piece of cloth from the red robe and bandaged the wound on the girl's forehead,
It is more like the elder sister who tied a forehead protector in front of her forehead when she grew up.

"Master, let's go."

"...Who are you?" The girl blinked, as if vigilant like a kitten, "You, know me?"

Chu Sang took her hand and said with a smile, "After you left with me, I remembered."

"This is just a deceptive illusion. I will find out the memory buried in the deepest part of your heart, trying to draw out your demons."

"We don't become demons, we go to cultivate immortals."

She spoke cheerfully and continued, "You are the elder sister of the Lingqing Sect. You have cultivated to the mid-Yuanying stage with the qualifications of the four spirit roots. You are one of her most proud disciples. You are also the owner of the hundred-broken sword box. You are also the only one who can use the hundred-broken sword box for thousands of years to issue thirty flying swords. It is super powerful and we are proud of you!"

"Your goal is to become the number one swordsman in the world, don't be trapped by this little illusion!"

[Blackening value: -10]

The vines flying all over the sky were cut into pieces by the sharp sword light and fell to the ground. The elder sister opened her eyes, and a gleam of light flashed in her clear eyes. She retracted a total of fifty flying swords, and her aura around her became even fiercer.
The disciples of the Huanyinzong also woke up like a dream, "What happened just now?"

Everything that happens in the secret territory will be broadcast to the competition venue through the light curtain, and only the monks present can see it clearly.

The outside world also exploded at this time.

"Damn, I read it right, right? The Hundred-Broken Sword Box that disappeared for a hundred years has actually reappeared in the world?!"

"To be able to recognize the owner of such artifacts, this person's talent in the way of swords is extraordinary."

"This female cultivator does not seem to be very old, but she is already in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul. She can also contract hundreds of broken sword boxes and issue half a dozen flying swords... She is comparable to the genius sword cultivator Mo Qingchen who has gained fame in recent years."

Some people sighed, while others wondered, "Why didn't this kind of talented monk enter the eight major sects? He had never heard of it before..."

The dark horse that turned out to be out of nowhere really caught everyone off guard.

Elder Wan Jianmen's eyes lit up even more, and he hurriedly asked someone to check the identity of this person. Unexpectedly, he came from a little-known sect, which is really a pity.

"Lingqingzong? I haven't heard of it, but these disciples seem to be from Lingqingzong, and they are very talented..."

"I have a hunch that this sect will definitely shine this year. Maybe the Eight Great Immortal Sects will change their name this year."

"Hasn't any of you noticed that girl in red?" Someone said, "You are not very old, you are already in the late stage of Jindan, even if you are a direct descendant of the Eight Great Immortals, it is nothing more than that."

"She was also the first person to break through the illusion, and she was not affected by anything. This kind of mind can be said to be firm, and she is a good material for sword repair."

But why does this girl in red look familiar?

An elder of the Alchemy Sect bowed his head and thought about it.

……

After breaking through the illusion, the elder sister's inner demons and karma completely dissipated. The Hundred Swords Art went a step further and could summon fifty flying swords at the same time. No matter how fast these thorns and vines grow, they will be mercilessly chopped to the ground by the sword light.

"Wait, big sister, don't kill them all, keep some."

Chu Sang had a bold plan in mind.

"Little Junior Sister, what do you want to do?" Tan Taiming saw her smile, and knew that something was going to happen.

He was also excited and wanted to play.

　The elder sister's brain was really broken when she was a child, so she has face blindness, and her reaction speed is usually slower than normal people (except when fighting), because her facial nerves were damaged by freezing when she was a child, and her face is paralyzed, so she rarely shows other expressions.

　　The elder sister who grows up will wear a red forehead protector on her forehead, which is to cover the scar when she was a child.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)