Bound to Mary Sue, I am against involution in the world of immortal cultivation

"It seems like you guys have been hiding for so long, and you don't have much real material."

Several sharp weapons stabbed into the flesh, and with a gust of wind, the smell of blood in the air began to gradually dissipate.

No one responded. Ling You looked at the road ahead that had lost its light, and felt the music in his ears gradually getting out of control.

Something lit up.

——It’s firelight.

It was a fire that rose into the air and was big enough to burn down an entire house.

"It's the same old trick again... Is there no other way?" Ling You sighed, raised his eyes, and saw a familiar face in the place where it should have been dark.

It’s not quite true to say that they are familiar with each other, as they haven’t seen each other for a long time.

"..."

"Ayou, it's great to see you now," the woman at the end of the road smiled, and her deep blue eyes fell on him, like a drizzle that should have fallen a long time ago.

Ling You met those gentle eyes without looking away and smiled: "It's good... but it shouldn't be in this place, and it shouldn't be now."

In an instant, his gaze calmed down and he pointed the dagger in his hand directly at the woman's figure.

Without any action, the figure twisted in the air. Ling You stood quietly there, his lowered eyes unable to bear any more expressions.

At the same time, the music that had briefly disappeared from my mind began to roar again.

Abandoning the pretense of gentleness, it was as if countless needles were piercing his head at the same time, tugging at every nerve in his body, trying to drain his sanity.

Even breathing was accompanied by uncontrollable pain.

So this is ah.

Ling You thought that if he could indulge in the past scenes a little more, he wouldn't have to think about buying time for Fan Ning.

Just wait for your body to be collected.

"...That's all you can do," Ling You stood up, loosened his hands that were about to hit his head subconsciously, and opened his eyes, which were as sharp as an eagle's.

He could not see any human figure, and the moment he was bound by the magic circle, even the shouting in his ears disappeared.

Silent, dark, shadowless.

Ling You remained alert the entire time, but the sensations all over his body kept changing, as if a cold water snake was entangled around his neck and strangled him.

"Ling You, come and help me..."

"..."

"I need you now."

"..."

"They're coming, Ling You, are you going to let me die without helping me..."

"..."

"I say," Ling You raised his eyelids, weaving the long silver thread into his palm to stay awake, "Can you illusionists please clarify the situation first?"

Such words of weakness spoken through Fan Ning's voice are simply spiritual pollution.

Ling You got goosebumps after hearing this.

"That's about enough," Ling You muttered softly. It was difficult to judge the time while in the magic circle. He could only rely on his constantly eroded sanity to barely infer the current situation.

This feeling of being completely powerless is terrible.

The sight, emotions, and even spiritual power all had no complete landing point. It was as if the person was thrown into an empty shell. Except for the sharp pain in the brain, all sense of existence disappeared bit by bit.

"Lingyou..."

"Lingyou..."

'Tomb tour...'

He closed his eyes, listening to the sound passing through the wind for countless times, until the faint sound of the wind gradually faded away and disappeared at the end that was nowhere to be seen.

An unknown amount of time had passed, but Ling You concentrated on circulating his spiritual energy until finally, deafening music exploded from a place out of sight.

The pitch-black hole was smashed and torn apart by a slender figure.

He slowly opened his eyes, looked at Fan Ning who was approaching step by step, and took a deep breath.

"You really have a way," Ling You relaxed again, pointed at the instrument in her hand, and looked dazed.

If I remember correctly, that instrument seems to be called suona?

Le Xiu almost never chose it as his own natal spiritual weapon, but it is widely used among the people.

"Well, maybe I didn't come here at the right time," Fan Ning looked at him. Although he looked disheveled, the cultivation in his body seemed to be about to be stabilized and reshaped under such complicated tearing.

"Wait a little longer, and it will be the thunder from heaven that will shatter this magic circle."

Fan Ning felt this method of cultivation was a bit too fast, so he privately messaged a system that hadn't been online for a while, seemingly busy with something. "Even the Chosen One has this talent, but where's my cheat code? I'm the target of your quest, the only one in this plane! How can I not have a cheat code?"

It is also strong to be irrational.

Unlike the instant replies in the past, this time, she had to knock several times before the system itself responded.

[Host?] The system crashed into Le Xiu's encirclement as soon as it appeared.

It's a little stuck: [No, that's not it...]

Fan Ning feigned sadness: [What a system that's deserted its post! If you don't show up, you'll just be left collecting corpses.]

The system began to scan the cultivation levels of the monks present in a panic. If it didn't scan, it wouldn't know, and once it scanned, it found that it had been deceived again.

[The highest level of cultivation here is the late Nascent Soul stage...]

I don't know what happened, but it's already damaged in the battle.

"Host, there's no need to call me for such a small matter," the system muttered softly, "It's a critical moment... and I'm quite busy."

Fan Ning put down the suona in his hand, which had played its full role, glanced at the music practitioners who were attacked by his magic circle, raised his arm and waved it in front of them.

"Everyone, how are you?" She smiled, as if she hadn't been ambushed, but had simply come over on a whim to exchange ideas. "Why don't you continue? Keep playing."

Le Xiu, who was standing in the front, almost broke the flute in his hand.

His expression changed again and again, and finally, with a red face, he blurted out: "...You have no martial ethics."

The spiritual power rushed out through the suona, how can this be called a proper music practitioner... He is simply an evil practitioner who relies on his own abilities to do whatever he wants!

In this regard, Fan Ning could only spread his hands helplessly.

"That can't be helped. I'm not a musician, and this is the only instrument I can play."

She doesn't know how to weave magic circles, confuse people with music, or anything else that a musician should know.

But it is much easier to cause indiscriminate harm.

Jiang Biehe released his grip on Fu Yao's hand and slowly approached. Fu Yao still looked dazed and couldn't recover. She could only subconsciously follow Senior Jiang and mutter to herself, "Senior saved me again..."

If Jiang Biehe hadn't reacted quickly and quickly grabbed her away from Fan Ning and blocked her five senses... the consequences would have been unimaginable.

Even Ling You, whose perception had been severely weakened in the magic circle, couldn't recover—!

"You are really a good candidate for Le Xiu," Fu Yao praised sincerely.

This is how powerful it is just superficial suppression. If one can cultivate into the same level as these music cultivators and penetrate people's hearts...

Fu Yao shuddered and gave up on associating the scene.