My enemies became my companions

Chapter 442 How is she different now? (Two in one)

She never expected that Min Ning would try to snatch it.

Her hair was suddenly disheveled, and Yin Weiying's eyes were filled with shock and anger. Under her gaze, Min Ning leisurely put the hairpin on her hair.

Min Ning already had her hair tied in a single ponytail, and the hairpin with misty cloud pattern on it was like the icing on the cake. The light silver luster was interspersed among the mottled shadows of the leaves. What made Yin Weiying even more uncomfortable was that this hairpin was actually... quite suitable for Min Ning.

How is this possible? !
The nun was furious and was about to reach out her hand, but she quickly withdrew it. After a thousand thoughts, she said calmly:

"Since you want it, I'll lend it to you."

Min Ning just smiled, turned around and left without caring what she thought.

Looking at the triumphant figure from behind, Yin Weiying secretly clenched his fists.

Chen Yi and her had gone through so many hardships and twists and turns, and he had finally given her this token of love, but it was taken away by someone like this. She gritted her teeth, not to mention what Chen Yi would figure out after he knew it, she would be in trouble then. Even if he couldn't figure it out, Yin Weiying didn't want it to be taken away by anyone.

But if he revealed his anxiety, Min Ning would probably see through it. Besides, Yin Weiying definitely didn't want to be inferior to Min.

It would be good if Chen Yi was here. Maybe he could persuade Min Ning with a few words and control him. Although it is impossible to make him hate Min Ning, at least he can get closer to him and make things difficult for Min Ning.

Yin Weiying took a deep breath, and seeing that it was already completely bright, he stopped thinking about it and walked back to the camp.

Lu Ying woke up at this time. When she saw the nun coming over, she instantly thought of the scene in her dream.

Was that really a dream?

After waking up, the scenes of the dream were still vivid in Lu Ying's mind. If it was really a dream, it would be fine. But if it was not a dream, how could the Goddess of Taihua remain so calm and composed when facing the arrival of the King of Hell and the ghosts of the underworld? What kind of strong Taoist heart does she have?
No wonder he is so willing to be a cauldron.

Lu Ying sighed silently, not knowing what to say, so he just pretended to fiddle with the campfire unintentionally.

But the bonfire had been out for a long time.

It didn't take long before the three women set off again.

I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but the sky is much clearer today than before, and a warm breeze is blowing through the woods.

The mountain path was smooth, with trees and bushes on both sides. After walking up a section of the mountain path, Min Ning almost stepped into empty space when he took a step. He looked down and saw a large rift suddenly opened in front of him.

Sheer cliffs stood on both sides, and sharp sword intent spread across the valley floor, leaving hundreds of gullies. The three women looked to both sides and saw caves carved out of the cliffs, with hundreds of corpses meditating on cushions, creating a spectacular and terrifying scene.

There is only a small path leading along the cliff into the distance.

Min Ning walked in front and stepped onto the road. The two female Taoists followed closely. The wind was so cold that it made people's scalps numb. There was a bottomless abyss under their feet.

Yin Weiying stared at Min Ning's back, the silver light of the hairpin with cloud pattern on it falling into her eyes. She resisted the urge to push him several times.

Going deeper along the road on the cliff, thunder suddenly exploded in the valley and dark clouds covered the sky. Min Ning walked slowly with a knife in hand. Her mind was slightly alert. She scanned the surroundings without letting up her breath, and she saw enemies everywhere.

After turning a corner, the mountain road on the cliff went straight into the mountain. The passage was not natural, and there were traces of iron carving on the stone wall. The three women went deep into it, and an inexplicable feeling of gloom came over them.

It was so dark that you couldn't see your hand in front of you, and there was a sense of horror in the distance.

There was a puff sound and Yin Weiying was startled. He turned around and found that the fire stick was lit.

The wind was hissing, making people's hair stand on end. The cave was exceptionally quiet. The rustling sounds of footsteps echoed, as if there were outsiders present. But when listening carefully, he found that there were only three footsteps echoing. Yin Weiying's breathing became rapid.

A biting chill spread along the walls.

Gradually, the corridor in front of me narrowed, only wide enough for one person to pass through. It was dark and gloomy inside. A weak wind blew from inside, and the flame on the tinderbox became smaller.

The chill seeps into my heart.

The three of them couldn't help but slow down their pace and secretly practice divination.

Without exception, it shows that there is no danger.

It seems safe inside...

The three women glanced at each other inadvertently, and when they saw the fortune-telling gesture, they all felt horrified and their hair stood on end.

It was as empty as ever inside, and deeper inside it was so dark that one could not see one's hand in front of one's face.

Slowly exploring inside, the faint firelight outlined a vague contour. The space seemed a little wider, and in the shadows, there seemed to be the outline of some kind of altar standing.

The three girls went a little deeper.
A strong smell of blood rushed into the nose!

No one made a sound, and the wind around them seemed to have stopped, like bloodstains solidified on a wall. Yin Weiying seemed to have stepped on something, and his whole body froze in place, with his fingertips trembling constantly.

Her pupils shrank suddenly, and she saw at her feet the body of a Taoist priest with a crooked head. It was obvious that he was dead, but there was strangely no blood on his Taoist robe.

The Taoist's face was pale, as if he had lost his soul.

The other two girls also gasped. Min Ning held up the fire starter and took a few steps forward.

Then, a strange scene like hell appeared in the cave.

One, two, three...

Dozens of corpses lay everywhere on and below the altar, in various shapes and forms, young and old, but without exception their faces were pale and their foreheads were black, as if their souls had been shattered by someone alive.

Yin Weiying, who had almost died in the underworld, was now very nervous.

Click…

There was a strange sound in the middle of the altar, barely perceptible. The three women turned their heads almost at the same time, and saw that the Taoist priest in the bright yellow Taoist robe had moved. He slowly raised his head, and his gloomy and lifeless eyes fell on Yin Weiying.
He began to tremble violently, and fell to his knees, almost bowing his head.
"The criminals who attended Chongyang will be executed today..."

"Execute!"

The three women all stood still.

Min Ning turned his head in disbelief and asked, "You did all this?"

Yin Weiying hesitated for a moment and looked around at the corpses on the ground.

So...I was the one who killed them all?!
That's not a dream!

Almost in a flash, the nun's thoughts suddenly changed.

Like the world turned upside down.

"Just do it as you please,"

The lady in white held her sword in front of her, her sleeves fluttering as she chanted:

"I killed three million ghosts in my dream, but never took anyone's head with my flying sword!"

The momentum is so light and casual.

Min Ning's pupils shrank suddenly, and her heart skipped a beat for no reason. The hairpin in her hair felt inexplicably heavier.

She knew that Princess Jing had changed a little.

But why is Yin Weiying... no longer the same as before?

She won't be able to snatch it, right? !
…………

The flames danced in the caves, and the ground was covered with corpses. Anyone who saw it would be horrified. Even Min Ning, who had been in the martial arts world for more than half a year, was shocked.

The white-robed nun had already moved and arrived at the center of the platform, where she saw the Taoist priest from Chongyang Temple, wearing the robe of the founder, still kneeling on the ground for a long time, muttering the word "executed" repeatedly.

She glanced to the side again and saw that Lu Ying was also horrified. Yin Weiying didn't even need to guess, he must have not expected that the scene in his dream was real.

Because she didn't expect it either.

Yin Weiying glanced at the altar and looked at the layout and patterns of the flags, and he knew that this was a method of dream killing. In short, it was to drag people into a dream and kill them. In mild cases, the people would become mentally depressed, and in severe cases, their souls would be scattered. It killed people by avoiding a head-on confrontation, which was extremely cruel.

However, they never thought that although they were in the Jindan stage, they were able to condense the Yuanying stage by chance in the underworld.

In the dream, the spiritual consciousness clashed. The Taoists in Chongyang Temple were at most at the Golden Core stage. How could they possibly defeat those in the Nascent Soul stage? You must know that the Nascent Soul is the condensation of the spiritual consciousness and soul.

The ground was covered with blood, and the founder of Chongyang Temple was still crawling on the ground with a dazed look in his eyes. Yin Weiying suddenly remembered that this was the King of Hell in his dream.

Bang, bang. The master kowtowed again and again, slamming his head heavily to the ground, leaving a bloody mess on the ground.

After being stabbed, his soul was damaged. Although he did not die on the spot like other people, he had gone crazy. Yin Weiying frowned slightly, secretly regretting that she had not taken the matter lightly in her dream. Even if she searched her soul in this state, she would not find any results. She looked up and saw a painting hanging high in the hall. The brush strokes were like dragons and snakes, almost pure freehand. It vaguely showed two people fighting swords on the top of the mountain, with lightning snakes dancing wildly, and violent storms. The ground was full of long swords that had sunk into the top of the mountain, as if they were quietly witnessing this almost life-and-death fight.

"What's the matter with that painting?"

If you can’t search his soul, then just ask directly.

The master stopped bowing and raised his head blankly and said:
"Wu Buyue, Loulan Sword Emperor... the swords are soaring into the sky, the sky is opening, and we will ascend together, ascend together..."

Even though they had expected it, the three were still shocked when they heard it.

But in the picture, the sky seemed to be torn open by the sword energy that was rushing into the sky.

The ink spots floated upwards, like souls surging away.

"Really... ascended to heaven?" Min Ning couldn't help asking.

Everything I saw and heard along the way, whether it was the gray-robed Taoist who beheaded the three corpses, or the corpses lying on the ground, seemed to reveal this fact.

The sky opened up, and countless Taoists from Chongyang Temple flew up into the sky.

Lu Ying also murmured, "I heard before that the old master of Chongyang Temple invited Loulan Sword Emperor and Wu Buyu to fight in the sword pool. Could it be that... the sword will soared into the sky, opened the sky, and then ascended to heaven?"

Chongyang Temple took advantage of the situation.

With the help of the all-out fight between the two top ten martial artists, and the accumulated sword power of Chongyang Temple for hundreds of years, he ascended to the sky in one day.

As for the fact that the sword spirit was rampant in the sword pool, the secret realm was on the verge of collapse, and the entire mountain and city were in danger, all of this was left to future generations.

Yin Weiying gathered his thoughts, looked around, and asked:

"What about the rest?"

She remembered that she had not been able to kill them all, and many had escaped.

The master said in a trembling voice: "It's going to the mouth of heaven, it's going to the mouth of heaven, please ask the immortals to come down to the earth, please ask the immortals to come down to the earth..."

His words were so unclear that people could only barely hear a few words.

boom!
A bolt of thunder suddenly appeared in the sky.

The pupils of the founder of Chongyang Temple widened, and he regained clarity for a moment. He slammed the ground suddenly, and a circle of black mist rose around his body. His blue-green soul broke free from his body and fled into the depths like crazy.

The words "Soul, come back" can be faintly heard in the wind.

However, Yin Wei's eyes were as calm as water, he raised the peach wood sword and said:

"go."

A bright light shone between the eyebrows, and a dark blue Nascent Soul sword emerged from his hand, with sword light flying out.

The light of the sword is like lightning.

The soul of the founder was hit directly and nailed to the wall.

Yin Weiying stretched out his hand again, and was about to capture the soul.

The soul of the ancestor seemed to have expected this. He chanted a spell, and his blue-green figure suddenly condensed into a ball of light, which condensed quickly before exploding in the cave on its own.

When he was about to disappear, he roared:
"You and I are both Taoists, yet you are trying to kill them all! Kill them all!
Although I am dead today, you can't expect to be immune. The sky will crack, and if Xianchen wakes up again, there will be unrest and disaster in all directions!"

After the light faded, the sound gradually faded away.

Yin Weiying didn't care at all and sheathed his sword as if nothing had happened.

Min Ning frowned at the words.

A thought of dust...

Wu Bu Yue?
“…Wu Buyu is here?”

Min Ning couldn't help but wonder, but didn't respond.

She asked again,
Zhuo Yu remained silent.

Suddenly, thunder roared in the sky.

The thunderous sound penetrated the stone wall, causing it to shake slightly. Sand and gravel rolled down, and all three of them were shaken.

This thunder was like exploding in the heart, making the soul tremble.

At the sword pool on the top of the mountain, the thick sea of ​​clouds pressed down like thunder.

…………

As the lightning snakes danced wildly, the eaves of a pavilion outside the sword pool stretched outward as far as possible, like a god with his arms outstretched holding two snakes.

These are the towers that hold the tablets of the ancestors before they ascended to heaven. One is a yang tower, located in Chongyang Temple, and the other is a yin tower, located in the secret realm of Jianchi.

The sea of ​​clouds pressed down on the building, and the tablets inside the building were shrouded in endless shadows, all seemingly curved, as if looking forward.

There were thirty people kneeling in front of the table, all wearing the bright red robes used in the Luotian Grand Ceremony, and the three people kneeling in the front were wearing the wide-sleeved bright yellow robes of the ancestors.

The curl of smoke lingered around the incense burner. The only three remaining elders had practiced hard for hundreds of years, but now they were kneeling on the ground like humble children.

The three of them spoke at once.

The man in the middle recited: "Burning incense, praying to the ancestor in heaven, commanding millions of soldiers; the thousand-star thunder god, the thousand-star sharp, the ten-thousand-star glittering, the ten-thousand-star bright, holding the precious sword to slay the demons."

The people on his left and right chanted, "The great demon Wu Buyue has been trapped in the dust for hundreds of years. The sword pool is in turmoil and he will wake up today. The rise and fall of Chongyang Temple depends on today!"

Thunder roared, and the tablet seemed to bend even more, but there was still no response.

It seems like he wants to sit back and watch the rise and fall of things.

The man in the middle suddenly drew his sword and the sword flashed.

Hot blood splattered onto the table.

"All of you unworthy disciples beg the ancestor to come down to heaven with your blood!"

There was a lot of smoke in the incense burner, and among the layers of hazy smoke, a little light could be vaguely seen.

But it's just a little, almost negligible.

The elders on both sides immediately raised their swords and chanted:

"Our Chongyang Temple has been established for hundreds of years. Isn't there a master who is willing to save us from the disaster?!"

Two sword lights suddenly appeared.

The twenty-seven people behind him suddenly knocked their heads to the ground, making a sound like thunder.

"All of you unworthy disciples beg the ancestor to come down to heaven with your blood!"

In the past, when Chongyang Temple opened up a hole in the sky, countless monks who were unable to ascend to heaven were able to become immortals, some riding dragons, some riding cranes, and some riding rainbows.

Two incense sticks are burning in the incense burner.

Now we only invite two immortals to come down to earth.

The two incense sticks burning in the incense burner emitted brilliant flames, and the tablets of the ancestors were bent almost in half.

I don't know how long it took, but when the incense was about to burn out, two hands as pure as glass picked up two incense sticks from the left and right sides.

Among the tablets, two were shining with golden light.

On the left is Li Zheng Yuan Jun, and on the right is Ming Dao Yuan Jun.

One of them held a brilliant purple umbrella, the other held an ancient sword, both wore yellow and purple Taoist robes, with偃月殿 on their heads. They looked otherworldly and in three steps they had passed everyone and landed in the distance.

With every step you take, a young green lotus grows on the flat ground.

(End of this chapter)