Shocking! The master of metaphysics is actually the ancestor of ghosts and monsters!

"Nangong Qinghe—" A furious voice came from the firelight.

As the sound ended, the two figures gradually came into view.

Bian Er was kneeling on the ground, gritting his teeth.

His expression was contorted, his brows furrowed, his facial muscles twitching, and he was grinding his teeth, as if he were trying to vent all the anger in his heart.

Nangong Qinghe didn't seem to be in good condition either. She stood there unsteadily, sweat rolling down her forehead. Her once intact clothes were now tattered, and her body was covered in large and small bloody wounds, soaked in blood. With each breath, a sharp pain would strike her.

He gritted his teeth and tried to stop the bleeding with trembling hands, but found that he had too many bloody wounds on his body, so he let them flow.

Of the jade tablets hanging around him, only a few purple ones remained, and they had all become dull and lifeless.

"Nangong Qinghe, I didn't lose!! You lost. Look how pathetic you are. Once I break free, your jade pendant will be mine."

The jade pendant wasn't very useful to Bian Er, as he didn't possess spatial abilities. However, he would rather destroy such a valuable treasure than leave it to someone else.

What's trapping him now is the effect of one of the jade tablets—it freezes him!

The words written above are “定!”

During our fight, he fell into Nangong Qinghe's trap; otherwise, how could he have immobilized me?

"You have no chance!" Nangong Qinghe's tone was low and her voice sounded weak, but her words were clear, and Bian Er heard her.

Nangong Qinghe supported the enormous space, forcibly enhancing her abilities despite her already weak mental state.

It took a lot of effort to find an opportunity to trap Bian Er.

Ah.

Nangong Qinghe staggered over, his right hand radiating a bright yellow light. He clenched his last bit of spiritual power in his palm, and the purple tokens instantly dimmed, returning to his left hand.

After taking only two steps, Nangong Qinghe suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood.

"Hahahaha, Nangong Qinghe, you want to kill me? You'd have a hard time even walking over here. Are you sure you can get to me?"

Bian Er suddenly burst into wild laughter, mocking them from the other side.

He outwardly dismissed it, but inwardly he was extremely anxious.

It kept struggling to break free and try to stand up, but its limbs were as if nailed to the wall, making it difficult to move.

He used his spiritual power and found it difficult to operate.

Nangong Qinghe used all her strength to block him out, but he underestimated her.

"Big brother!" Nangong Qian ran back again.

Jingli rested her chin on her hand and watched this scene, then lazily glanced at Bian Er a few more times.

In her eyes, the phantom of a purple card was firmly attached to Bian Er's head. Whenever Bian Er tried to move, he would be pressed firmly to the ground.

This is really good stuff.

In this situation, it's almost impossible for one to break free. At this moment, Bian Er can only be like an ordinary person, yet also different.

Because if Nangong Qinghe wanted to kill him, she only needed to transfer a little bit of spiritual energy, and his meridians would be severed and he would die.

"The outcome is decided." Jing Li rarely spoke up.

Bian Ling looked puzzled. Was this someone speaking to him? His confusion was followed by a hint of honor...

Honor?? What kind of honor is that? Why would he feel honored?!

Bian Ling cleared her throat, trying to shake off these thoughts, before speaking, "Are you talking to me?"

Jing Li glanced at him briefly, "Is there a second person here?"

Bian Ling pursed her lips again before answering, "Isn't there still her?"

He pointed at Lin Zishan.

"Her? It's not even certain if she's even a person."

Jing Li looked at Lin Zishan lying at her feet and didn't continue speaking.

Bianling, still waiting for her to speak, remained silent.

Bianling showed absolutely no concern for Bian'er, who was trapped on the ground. Rather than saying he had no concern, it would be more accurate to say that he didn't care.

Nangong Qian's loud shout startled Nangong Qinghe. He looked toward the source of the voice and said, "Nonsense! Didn't I tell you to leave?"

Nangong Qinghe was already very weak.

The words were spoken in a reprimanding tone, but they had no deterrent effect whatsoever.

In the past, Nangong Qian would have already bowed her head and apologized, and started to explain.

At that moment, Nangong Qian raised her head high and declared, "I'm not leaving!"

Unable to reach Nangong Qinghe, she could only anxiously watch the horrifying blood pits from outside.

Jing Li suddenly sighed, unable to bear the scene any longer, and raised her voice to remind him, "Can't you finish him off first? If you kill him, then we can talk properly?"

If Bian Er is given more time, he might be able to reveal some hidden cards and break through this restraint. At that time, Nangong Qinghe will really be dead.

The first to glare at her upon hearing this was Bian Er. His anger wasn't directed at Nangong Qinghe, but rather at Bian Ling, who was yelling, "Bian Ling, are you fucking insane? Greedy for beauty, have you lost your mind?! Kill them right now!!!"

Bian Ling's indifferent attitude immediately angered Bian Er.

The smile on his face vanished when he was suddenly scolded like that.

Then he understood the meaning behind Bian's words, and his lips twitched violently again.

"..."

Greed for beauty?

Bian Ling also stole another glance at Li Yan. She was indeed beautiful, but more importantly, it was her enigmatic aura that attracted attention.

"Bianling!!!" Bian Er shouted angrily when he didn't get a response from Bianling.

After hearing Jing Li's reminder, Nangong Qinghe forced herself to get up and walked towards Bian Er with a strong killing intent.

Although Nangong Qian felt sorry for Bian Er, she also agreed with Jing Li's words. She just stared at Bian Er with hatred and resentment.

"Big brother, yes, kill him quickly!!"

The young lady, who had never been seen killing before, now casually uttered words about murder.

Although Nangong Qinghe was surprised, she did not stop and quickly closed the distance between herself and Bian Er.

Bian Er's face turned pale and his veins bulged. No matter what method he tried, he was unable to break free from that restraint.

He became so anxious that he started cursing.

"Bianling, you brat, do you really want me to die? Who was it that got scolded by Master with you when we were kids? If I die and you don't save me, Master will definitely not let you off the hook. You're colluding with Chinese metaphysical practitioners."

I don't know which sentence touched on the point about distinguishing zero.

Bian Ling reacted by stepping over the flower bed in the middle and walking straight to Bian Er.

As soon as he placed his right hand on Bian Er's head, he immediately summoned countless lightning-summoning talismans, all of which gathered on the top of Nangong Qinghe's head.

With his hands forming a hand seal, a terrifying bolt of lightning rolled in, as if it were about to shatter the heavens.

Nangong Qinghe realized something was wrong and immediately mustered her last bit of strength to roll to the edge of the space.

Exhausted, he collapsed to the ground and vomited thick blood.

Jingli shook her head to herself, "It's over."

My life is in danger.

Lightning, with the force of a broken army, cleaved open the space around Nangong Qinghe.

A crisp breaking sound could be heard in the silent environment, and Nangong Qinghe suffered unprecedented harm once again.

He kept vomiting blood.