C15 Blood burnout spell

Under the faint moonlight, the purple vine stood there like an ancient vicious python. Its snake-like branches and its two lumps of faint purple flames moved strangely, as though they were evil eyes.

However, at this moment, this ghostly fire seemed to be filled with endless amounts of violent demonic energy. When one looked at it, they would feel a chill all over their body.

What was this?

Li Ye was startled, he could not help but take a step back, but he suddenly froze, and felt a burst of hot Qi flowing through his abdomen.

The stone egg that had a small crack on its body seemed to be provoked as it shook violently.

The Profound Veins red awn that covered the entire body of the stone egg flourished, accompanied by Li Ye's heartbeat, which fluctuated between bright and dark.

Chirp!

A long cry came from the stone egg, followed by a ray of light from the small crack. It jumped out of Li Ye's body, and slowly condensed in front of Li Ye, outlining an abnormal majestic eagle phantom.

Stormhawk!

Li Ye's pupils contracted, how could he not recognize this Stormhawk? This was his father, Li Tianque's, native beast spirit!

But... Only, Li Ye clearly remembered that at the mouth of Longmen Town, his father, Li Tianque, had self-destructed in order to save him!

If the host is dead, then the native beast spirit connected to the host's life will also be scared out of its wits.

This law was something even a three year old child in Beast Soul Continent understood.

Li Ye took in a deep breath of cool air, and from the depths of his heart, a hint of inconceivable thought suddenly gushed out.

The Stormhawk's soul did not dissipate, in other words, his father Li Tianque did not explode and die!

This crazed thought was like a monstrous Leviathan, unstoppable and wreaking havoc in Li Ye's heart, causing his entire body to uncontrollably tremble.

The light of hope that suddenly appeared after a moment of despair made Li Ye wish that he could immediately run back to the Longmen Town and investigate what was going on.

The Stormhawk that suddenly appeared was no longer weak like before. He was even more vicious than when he was at his peak.

The only difference was the wings.

The wings on the back of the Stormhawk from before were gray, but this time, a pair of wings on its back was concealing a touch of gold within the gray.

Although there was a slight difference, through the pair of intimate eyes that the Stormhawk had when it looked at Li Ye, Li Ye was certain that it was his father's native beast spirit.

The Stormhawk was standing in front of Li Ye like a shield, it's extremely sharp eagle eyes looked at the crouching purple vine, as though it was facing a great enemy.

It was at this time that a commotion suddenly sounded out from within the crowd, the panting voice of the A Da came over from behind Li Ye.

"Village …" Village Head Grandpa, Big Sister Wuhui, Big Sister Wuhui is here! "

Li Ye was startled, his body trembled, but he turned his head. In the distance, a white figure slowly walked over.

She carried the zither on her back. Her plain clothes swayed gently, and her three thousand black hair fluttered in the wind.

Was she …?

Seeing Jing Wuhui like this, a trace of suspicion flitted across Li Ye's heart, and she did not understand.

Behind Jing Wuhui, Ah Yue was staring at Jing Wuhui without blinking. His small and tender face was filled with complex emotions, sometimes fear, sometimes worry, and sometimes a hint of hatred.

"I have no regrets. Whether I can suppress it this time will depend on you." Old Village Head Jing Mo sighed, his aged face had a look of unbearable pain, as he said guiltily.

Jing Wuhui shook her head with a calm demeanor, and her words contained not a single ripple as she softly said: "Village Head Grandpa, you don't have to feel guilty. As the holy maiden of the Jing Clan, suppressing it will be a lifetime's mission without regrets."

"Ai!" Jing Mo let out a heavy sigh, his muddy eyes were slightly moist as he muttered with a trembling voice, "It's just that it's hard on you …"

Jing Wuhui laughed bitterly in silence, her lips pursed slightly, as her eyes focused on the purple vine that was coming out from the black hole, but her body slowly moved forward, towards the altar.

Her thin and weak body actually did not fear the purple vine at all.

When the purple vine that was overbearing just a moment ago saw Jing Wuhui, its tyrannical Qi immediately froze into nothingness, and its entire gigantic body shrank back into the black hole as though it was afraid of Jing Wuhui, but after that it unwillingly stuck its head forward, its body struggling non-stop.

"Evil creature." she said slowly.

The moonlight was soft and gentle, like a wine in deep slumber. It emitted a faint fragrance, causing one to feel intoxicated from smelling it.

Jing Wuhui took off the zither on her back, placed it on the altar and sat cross-legged.

The moonlight seemed to have enveloped her with a layer of clear and cold gauze clothing. It was like the ice lotuses under the night sky quietly blooming, giving off a fragrance that permeated in all directions.

She lightly strummed her fingers as the zither strings moved. A faint melody rose up and down like the ninth heaven's profound melody. Deep in the mountains, the evening bell emitted a faint sadness that seeped into one's heart.

Under the moonlight, her fingers were dressed in jade, while her lover was playing alone. The sound of the zither was faint, as she came from the ninth day.

The sound waves that rippled out from the zither intersected with each other, and like a boundless net, it flew towards the purple vine.

The purple vine, on the other hand, was extremely afraid of the sky net formed by the sound waves.

In the end, the purple vine was still bound by the Sky Network, and the sound waves intersecting its entire body to form a Sky Web that firmly trapped it, making it unable to move even an inch.

Seeing this beast firmly bound by the Sky Net, Jing Wuhui heaved a sigh of relief, stood up and walked towards the Purple Vine. Her jade-like fingers moved together, skillfully forming a few hand seals in front of her, and with a slight glint in her eyes, she softly muttered: "God of the Heavens, Demon King Yan Luo, with my blood body, transform into a Shang Soul, draw the Evil Spirit back to the body, forge it is returned to the origin, then on the day of the Sacrifice, ignite the Blood Separation Curse!"

Blood Burn Curse?

In the crowd, when Li Ye heard the four words that came out of Jing Wuhui's mouth, his heart inexplicably tightened.

As for her, she was slowly floating in the air. Her jade skin was bright red as it overflowed and imprinted on her plain white clothes. It was as dazzling as a needle.

In an instant, her entire white robe turned into a blood-colored robe.

On the surface of the blood clothes, a ball of raging flames lit up out of thin air.

The scarlet fire enveloped Jing Wuhui's entire body, and like a roaring blood dragon, it rushed towards the purple vine with an astonishing momentum and swallowed it in an instant.

The purple vine struggled intensely, as though its soul had been burnt too. Streams of strange purple Qi were forcibly burnt out by the flames, and slowly merged into Jing Wuhui's body.

Following the continuous withdrawal of the purple colored gas, the fierce struggle of the vine also became weaker and weaker. In the end, its entire body also seemed to have turned into an ordinary withered vine, motionless and unmoving.

"Okay... Success?! " Someone in the crowd secretly spoke, his words filled with joy and jubilation.

"Elder sister …" Ah Yue looked at the Nirvana stage Jing Wuhui who was inside the blood colored flames, he clenched his fists tightly, and looked at everyone with a gaze that seemed to contain a faint hatred.

"Hehehehe …"

A low and cold woman's sneer slowly rose from the flame. It was filled with a strange hostility.

Hearing the low and cold sneer of this woman, the expression on Jing Mo's aged face changed greatly as he lost control of his voice and said, "Yes … It's her! She appeared again! "

The excited discussions came to an end.

Dead silence!

"Do you really think you can suppress me for the rest of your life?" Jing Wuhui, who was within the flames, suddenly raised her head and shouted coldly.

At this moment, her three thousand black hair had all turned a pale purple, and her originally serene eyes had turned into those of a purple light.

Within his deep pupils, an extremely evil and cruel light was being emitted.

Her face was pale and twisted.

That pair of eyes was also constantly changing between a demonic gaze and a peaceful gaze.

"You were born because of me. Even if I were to absorb a bit more of that Violet Vine's evil aura, you would only be suppressed by me forever. You are merely the embodiment of a strand of consciousness in my heart." Her eyes regained their calmness as she said in a deep voice.

"Hehehe …"

The low and hoarse sneer sounded once again, and the tranquil expression in his eyes once again turned evil.

"I am as much you as you are me. You know what I think, and I know what you think. For the sake of the life of these lowly ants, would you give up on absorbing the Violet Vine's evil aura? As long as you absorb enough evil aura, my power will be enough to suppress you and take over this body! "

"Do you really want to possess this body that much?" "Don't worry. If there comes a day when I really cannot suppress you, I will personally end my own life and bring you down to hell with me …"

"You …" The evil voice continued unwillingly: "You dare!"

"Hmph."

It was just a single word, but it was suffused with a trace of disdain and a trace of ridicule.

"Since you're me, and know what I'm thinking, how could you think that I wouldn't dare?" The familiar peaceful voice sounded again, full of determination.

The evil voice finally became silent. That purple color slowly withdrew like the tide.

The flames were extinguished.

The thin figure of Jing Wuhui within the flames could no longer hold on and fell to the ground.

"Elder sister!" Ah Yue screamed at the top of his lungs, but he quickly walked forward, and after just a few steps, he was stopped by a big middle-aged man.

"Ah Yue, she's in danger!" the middle-aged man asked anxiously.

Ah Yue's body trembled, his fists clenched tightly, he did not know where he got the strength from, but he pushed away the middle-aged man with all his might, and grinded his teeth as he shouted: "Scram!"

"Ah, Ah Yue." Jing Wuhui muttered softly, "Don't be rude."

"Elder sister!" Ah Yue's eyes were filled with tears. She quickly stepped forward and helped Jing Wuhui up. Her face revealed worry as she anxiously said: "Big sister, you … Are you okay? "

"Silly boy." Jing Wuhui tried her best to scold her lightly.

She looked around at the villagers, who were still on guard. However, she could only bitterly smile as her heart was filled with an indescribable sadness.

This was his life, why did he feel wronged?

She gave a shallow bow to Jing Mo, but with the support of the Ah Yue, she slowly walked towards the darkness, one step at a time.

A trace of pity appeared in Li Ye's heart for some reason, he looked at the back view that was gradually disappearing in the darkness, his body trembled, but he quickly stepped forward and shouted: "Jing Wuhui!"

In the darkness, the figure that was walking slowly suddenly stiffened, but did not say anything.

Silence.

A long, long time passed. It felt like an instant, but also like ten thousand years.

Li Ye said softly, his tone filled with an inexplicable sense of confidence.

"If you trust me, let me help you. I'll try to get rid of that thing inside you. "

No one had seen that at this moment, tears had already flowed down from the pair of eyes that had sunk into endless darkness.