The Ninth Lady is a rebellious person.

Chapter 414 He who kills will be killed!
An invisible, enormous vortex emerged in Lang Jiuchuan. As soon as that powerful and strange force appeared, Lang Jiuchuan's eyes snapped open, and golden light flashed rapidly within them.

jingle.

The imperial bell resonated with Buddhist sentiments, and the soft, melodious sound was like a pale golden Buddhist swastika pattern emerging, enveloping her completely and making her impervious to all evil spirits.

Lingxu Zhenren was momentarily surprised. How could there be a Buddhist flavor to this? Could the other party be a Buddhist?

"Whether you are a ghost or a Buddha, I will kill you." His eyes were cold, and his hands quickly formed hand seals as he struck the Bagua Yin Yang Mirror, making the vortex become more rapid and larger, and its power even greater.

The golden light protecting Lang Jiuchuan's body was rapidly dimming, and his protective aura seemed to turn into fragile porcelain shards, cracking and shattering under the force that reversed yin and yang.

Even the Che was affected. The fierce Geng metal evil energy was pulled and deflected by this reversal force. It couldn't withstand it and transformed back into the shape of a kitten, falling to Lang Jiuchuan's feet.

Roar.

It let out a low, angry roar in resentment.

It was a pity that its spirit had only recently entered the body of this demonic tiger and had not yet achieved great success in its cultivation. It was no match for a Foundation Establishment Daoist. If it weren't for Lang Jiuchuan, the other party could have easily taken its life and tamed it.

Under the immense force of reversal, this space was being compressed, yin and yang were being reversed, and day and night could no longer be distinguished, only chaos remained. Lang Jiuchuan stood in place like a pine tree, yet he felt as if his body was spinning rapidly in a vortex, his blood and qi were reversed, seeping from the corners of his mouth, and his mind was also extremely dizzy. Only the ancient mirror that was suspended in mid-air never moved.

Lingxu Zhenren also stood in the center of the vortex, watching Lang Jiuchuan's protective aura being shattered by the hurricane generated by the vortex, and let out a triumphant laugh: "To force me to use my natal magic weapon, you are indeed a figure of some importance, but that's all! Quickly submit to death, and I will spare your soul."

His hoarse, piercing laughter, mixed with the deep hum of the ancient Bagua mirror, seemed to echo layer upon layer in a small, cramped space. The eerie noises were like countless wronged souls mocking him in unison, piercing his eardrums and drawing blood, causing his mind to be thrown into chaos.

This is a mind-bending, will-destroying, and soul-disturbing thing. If one's cultivation and soul are weak and one's Dao heart is unstable, one may have already fallen into madness and self-harm.

However, Lang Jiuchuan kept holding the Emperor Bell tightly. The Daoist aura emanating from it, as if the divine power still remained, kept her Daoist heart pure and steadfast as a rock. She raised her eyes and said coldly, "Enough with the nonsense!"

what?
Lingxu Zhenren's maniacal laughter stopped abruptly, his face turning ashen. Even on the verge of death, he's still so stubborn. Humph!

He bit his tongue, and his true essence and blood sprayed onto the ancient mirror, causing the vortex to grow faster and churn continuously.

boom.

Lang Jiuchuan's protective aura was shattered, and the hurricane quickly tore her clothes to shreds. The space was compressed and deformed, and blood seeped from her skin and seven orifices. Yin energy invaded her lungs and meridians, and her soul felt as if it were being pinched and torn apart by a hand.

However, her clear and bright eyes pierced through the layers of surging, cold black mist and the distorted, swirling light and shadow, staring straight at the Bagua mirror that emitted a ghostly glow.

Reversing Yin and Yang?
All phenomena are empty; everything is an illusion.

Her slightly thin, pinkish-white lips curved into an extremely cold arc, a calm and resolute expression born from a profound understanding of origins and truth.

Those who kill will always be killed!
"If the righteous path is not righteous, then you will become an accomplice to a tyrant. You dare to use the illusion in the mirror to disrupt the true order of the universe. Is this the courage that Heaven gave you?" Her voice was not loud, but it carried a chilling coldness that pierced Lingxu Zhenren's eardrums like ice.

Just then, her wrist suddenly jerked, and the Jade Bone Talisman Brush was summoned from her hand, hovering in mid-air.

Master Lingxu was taken aback. What was that?

A talisman brush, its surface warm and lustrous white with a hint of purple light, hung before her. On the brush handle, the spiritual essence of the righteous laws of heaven and earth flowed rapidly, condensing entirely at the tip, carrying with it a violent, righteous purple lightning.

"A single stroke of illusion can determine the fate of heaven and earth." A drop of crimson blood suddenly oozed from between Lang Jiuchuan's right hands. She flicked it with her finger and sent it into the purple lightning of the talisman brush tip.

Who doesn't have the essence and blood of the heart, brimming with vital energy and true yang?
Lang Jiuchuan's blood bead was even purer, its energy as pure as true yang fire. The moment it merged with the purple lightning, the purple-gold lightning suddenly surged, countless bolts of lightning as thick as arms bursting forth from the tip of the brush like snakes, spreading with a violent aura of destruction, violently tearing apart this inverted and compressed space. But that wasn't enough.

Her eyes flashed like lightning, and her hands moved swiftly, forming intricate hand seals. Daoist energy surged from the seals, which she then directed at the talisman brush. She murmured, "Majestic Heavenly Might, obey my decree! True Spirit of the Thunder Department, appear as summoned! Break!"

The talisman brush seemed to be held by an invisible hand, and with a fierce swing, lightning flashed like blades, cleaving through all illusions.

Click.

"No!" Master Lingxu's face showed horror, cracks appeared on the mirror surface, and the vortex paused.

Lang Jiuchuan's hands trembled, but she still performed another incantation. Her thoughts and Daoist principles flowed from her fingertips and frantically merged into the talisman brush, transforming it into a sharp and righteous lightning spear that fiercely slammed into the Yin-Yang Bagua Mirror suspended in mid-air.

Boom.

A massive pillar of purple-gold lightning, carrying an unparalleled divine power and destructive intent, pierced through the Yin-Yang Bagua Mirror.

Click.

The ancient Bagua mirror, covered with spiderweb-like cracks, exploded with a bang, shattering completely into countless fragments scattered in all directions.

"Ah no~" Lingxu Zhenren's smugness and arrogance turned into endless fear and despair as the Bagua Ancient Mirror shattered, resulting in a heart-wrenching scream.

The Eight Trigrams Yin-Yang Mirror is his life-bound magic weapon; if the mirror breaks, the person will be destroyed!
Master Lingxu's eyes widened in horror, his face aged rapidly, and his once slender hands became withered and thin like ghostly claws. He subconsciously frantically made hand seals, trying to summon back the spirit of the Bagua Mirror.

However, under divine might, no spirit can rival it.

"Ugh..." Blood welled up in Lingxu Zhenren's eyes. Upon discovering that the spirit of the Bagua Mirror had been destroyed, he went mad, staring intently at Lang Jiuchuan, who had also lost a great deal of true energy: "You deserve to die!"

He frantically formed hand seals, pouring all his remaining true essence and spiritual power into the spells in his hands, while gritting his teeth and chanting, "With my soul, I offer myself as a sacrifice to the demon god, who shall descend upon my body..."

Self-destruction sacrifice!

Endless.

Lang Jiuchuan pinched the bone bell, bit his tongue, and spat out a mouthful of essence blood and true energy into the Emperor Bell. He poured Buddhist intent into it, and the bell trembled in his palm.

Om.

Carrying the supreme will of Buddhism to suppress all evil, it descended like a divine mountain, crashing down with a deafening roar, completely engulfing the withered body of Lingxu Zhenren, who had not yet finished reciting the sacrificial inscription.

A bloodcurdling scream abruptly ceased amidst the heavy tolling of the bell, leaving only the righteous thunder and fire burning Lingxu's corpse.

As the flying stones fell, the grass and trees trembled slightly, the mountain stream returned to calm, and time seemed to stand still at that moment.

From Lingxu's charred corpse, a weak, remnant soul flew out. Before it could escape in a sorry state, a white shadow pounced over, opened its massive maw, and swallowed it whole.

Upon seeing this, Lang Jiuchuan felt a sense of relief, collapsed to the ground covered in blood, and his soul floated lightly out of his body.

　I ate so much that I couldn't help but vomit, clutching my throat. I'm afraid I'm sick!
　　(End of this chapter)