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

Bian Ling stood there, his expression turning serious; the current situation was clearly beyond his expectations.

Bian Er stopped shouting, his eyes were gloomy, he supported himself on the ground and rolled over to his feet, licking his dry lips.

Not to be outdone, he clasped his hands together and chanted a spell. Suddenly, a huge crack appeared in the ground starting from him. The crack, like a winding fire serpent, swam to Jing Li's feet, and a burst of scorching flames erupted from the ground, rushing straight towards Jing Li.

Jing Li's steps remained steady. She stepped straight onto the flames, but the flames did not harm her in the slightest. She did not even make any extra movements and simply stepped across the crack.

"It's your turn." The girl's voice was like a whispered spell, locked tightly in Bian Er's ear.

The sizzling sound of the stick continued.

Bian Er was no longer able to pay attention to the situation at hand, and was engulfed in intense doubt.

His pupils dilated in shock as he stared at the scene before him in disbelief.

Why did she show no reaction when touched by fire?

The wound that just injured her is still there.

"You're trying to scare me! What treasure do you have that you're relying on?!" The intense shock forced Bian Er to use questioning to cover up his panic.

He really didn't understand why he was afraid. This instinctive fear could only be felt by his master.

"Noisy!"

Jing Li's eyes grew increasingly bloodshot. The girlish aura she once possessed was long gone, replaced by an intense killing intent that seemed to linger around her, as if she wouldn't stop until she had killed someone.

The girl appeared in front of Bian Er in the blink of an eye, and before he could react, the originally gray stick turned blood red.

Stop putting on airs.

Suppressing his instinctive fear, Bian Er continued to warn fiercely.

Jing Li completely ignored his provocation. With a casual flick of her dangling stick, a red light flashed, sending Bian Er flying to the ground.

Bian Er was still in a state of utter shock. He tried to get up, but found that he couldn't move at all. His hands and legs seemed to be broken.

How did that woman suddenly start moving?

Isn't she unable to move her body?

At this point, there was absolutely no chance for Bian Er to think.

In his eyes, the demonic woman was stepping towards him again, and he wanted to shout, but found that he couldn't make a sound.

He could only turn his gaze to Bian Ling.

Bianling never expected things to develop to this point. Looking at the disheveled Bian Er on the ground, and thinking about the rules of Jinzhen Temple, she realized that Bianling had no idea things would turn out this way.

Bian Ling hesitated for a moment before speaking, "Miss Liang."

He thought Jing Li would respond to him, but to his surprise, the girl, whose body appeared to be flushed with blood, did not look at him.

Even when looking at Bian Er, he regarded him as if he were looking at a tiny ant.

Just as Bian Er was getting anxious and impatient, thunder rumbled in the sky. The thunder grew louder as it approached, gradually developing from a clattering rumble into a mighty roar, as if it were angrily warning something.

Nangong Qinghe also noticed the changes here. The sky, which originally looked vast, now seemed to be pressing in heavily, and the sky seemed to be getting much closer.

His inner turmoil and doubts made it impossible for him to guess what Jing Li was really up to.

They could only watch this scene unfold; perhaps, there was still hope for them, the masters of Chinese metaphysics...

As Bian Er saw the approaching thunderbolt, a hint of joy appeared on his twisted and pained face. He thought it was Bian Ling helping him from behind.

Just as he had expected, the center point where the lightning completely converged followed Jing Li's movement.

The thunder roared incessantly, gathering countless purple lightning bolts, the thinnest of which was as long as an infant's arm, seemingly capable of charring a person black.

Jing Li paused, her steps halting, and looked up at the purple lightning with disdain. "You want to stop me?"

She tilted her head slightly, her lips parted slightly, and the words that came out of her mouth seemed to be unconscious murmurs.

"No one can stop me!!"

Her eyes were slightly red, filled with malice, like a layer of blood mist enveloping people, as if she were chasing an endless destruction.

"You can't do it either!!!"

As she finished speaking, she rushed directly into the thundercloud.

"Miss Liang!!" Nangong Qinghe exclaimed.

They had never seen a sorcerer choose to seek death.

I've never seen a sorcerer fly into the sky before... this is just too incredible.

They can float in the air, but maintaining that requires a huge amount of spiritual energy.

But she seemed completely unaffected by the pressure.

Bian's teeth chattered. He wanted to yell and curse, but he found that he couldn't make a sound no matter how hard he tried.

His body felt as if it were nailed to one spot, a feeling different from the spatial confinement brought by Nangong Qinghe.

The sensation was a piercing pain that seemed to penetrate the very bones, and as time went on, Bian Er felt the pain intensify.

That strange woman!

He then looked at Bianling, but Bianling did not receive his signal, squinting at the bloodthirsty demon god in the lightning.

Who is she?

Why do I often feel that she is someone who can rival my master?

This is so weird.

......

......

"Can I really kill her?"

A woman with her hair tied in a high ponytail, dressed in a neat outfit, spoke with extreme hatred in her voice.

“Benefactor, to Jinzhen Temple, she is nothing but an ant. How can an ant shake a great tree?”

The sound of the prayer beads turning came on and off.

"But you failed before!"

The woman's eyes were sharp as she looked at the person with Buddhist prayer beads on their wrist with a questioning expression.

"Black Sand??" the man asked instead of answering.

"Correct!"

"When did you see us take action that time?"

"But one of your disciples died!!!"

The man suddenly turned around, his eyes dark and filled with murderous intent as he looked at the woman. "So what! It's time for him to die."

Hui De's tone was almost indifferent.

The sudden, direct gaze startled early summer.

His expression darkened, and his tone wasn't very friendly either. "Don't forget our deal."

Huide gestured for him to leave, "Ah, benefactor, please go back!"

Chu Xia dared not argue further, only gritting her teeth and saying, "The murderous aura on my body?!"

Hui De's deep wrinkles made him look particularly sinister. "If you can do that, the evil aura will spontaneously combust and disappear."

Chu Xia's body stiffened slightly. To alleviate the discomfort, she could only snort coldly, "You'd better be able to do it!"

Wait until early summer's figure disappears.

Hui De's shadow appeared and disappeared intermittently, like an old man and a boy overlapping.

He slowly took out a blackish-red bamboo flute from the side of the table, played with it in his hands for a while, then held it to his lips and began to play a shrill melody.

Then, with a light touch of his finger, the flute vanished into thin air.

He gave a smile that seemed out of place for his age, looking towards the distant place where lightning flashed and thunder roared, his eyes full of calculation.