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

Bian Er was stunned for a moment; the scene before him was beyond his imagination.

How could an ordinary, powerless sorcerer unleash such power?

Bian Er panicked and struggled desperately to break free.

Bian Ling stood there, too afraid to move. He felt an indescribable, chilling power coursing through his body.

It felt like it was about to burst through his organs.

“Miss Liang…” Bian Ling managed to utter a few words with great difficulty.

As expected, Jing Li raised her eyelids.

"explain."

She loosened her grip on her wrist, allowing Bianling a moment to catch her breath.

Once she caught her breath, Bian Ling immediately spoke in a hoarse voice, "Miss Liang, we agreed not to be implicated together."

Jing Li's bloodshot eyes darted around. "Collective punishment?"

Thinking of this, he turned his attention to Bian Er, who was not far away.

"Oh yeah, I almost forgot about you, a human."

Bian Ling successfully diverted Jing Li's attention, but Jing Li threw him away without any politeness. The moment he fell, he spat out a mouthful of blood, and his flowing long hair was covered in sticky blood.

He no longer had his usual inscrutable demeanor.

No one wants to die, and Bian Ling is no exception. He has a younger brother to take care of, so he would never seek his own death.

He had already warned Bian Er that this was trouble caused by Bian Er, and it shouldn't be his fault.

Fortunately, this woman seemed strange, but she could understand human speech and had memories of the past.

This is extremely abnormal. It seems that she has her previous memories and can talk normally, but where does the violent aura around her come from?

He wants to escape.

Bian Er harbored a deep resentment towards Bian Ling, but he also knew that he was powerless to fight back at this moment. This ordinary sorcerer could crush him with one hand.

Jing Li grabbed Bian Er's neck from a distance and pulled him up. He felt a tearing sensation as if nails were being ripped from his flesh.

All the pain receptors in my body were trembling.

He tried to shout, but no sound came out.

Bian Er's pupils gradually dilated, the light in his eyes gradually disappeared, and the feeling of death followed.

No, I don't want to die, I can't die.

It seems that even the heavens are on his side, opposing Jing Li.

A bamboo flute appeared out of thin air, emitting a green light in front of him. The green light shot into Jing Li's hand like a sharp sword.

All of Jing Li's malevolent aura vanished completely.

The crimson bloodlust in his eyes gradually faded, his emotions stabilized, and he calmed down, instantly dispelling the biting chill around him.

It's as if what just happened was just an illusion.

The girl's eyes regained their indifference. Her face was tense, her eyebrows were furrowed, and she glanced casually at her shoulder blades. Fighting off sleepiness, she sighed softly.

"My health isn't good..."

Her consciousness gradually blurred. Jing Li tried to perform a hand seal, but found that her body felt completely shattered. Pain followed, and she could no longer hold on and completely fainted.

......

Bian Er watched as the previously demonic woman staggered and fell to the ground, secretly alarmed. Just a moment ago, she was incredibly arrogant, but the excruciating pain in his body made it impossible for him to continue thinking.

He tried to stand up, bracing himself with his hands, but found that his wrists, ankles, thighs, and calves all had pea-sized bloody holes.

His feeling just now was correct; he was indeed pinned down.

The thing that pinned him down is nowhere to be found.

He was too weak to stand up, and could only weakly roar, but the sound was extremely soft, "Bianling, what a mess you've made!"

Identifying Zero is still in the process of escaping the feeling of finally coming back to life.

His thoughts were in disarray, and he was completely bewildered by the current situation; he rarely felt this helpless.

His organs were still radiating coldness, and his body was still in a state of being frozen.

He channeled his spiritual energy, and several talismans surrounded him, which greatly reduced the feeling.

"What a fine thing I did! Ha." Bian Ling replied sarcastically, his face grim and full of displeasure.

He continued, dissatisfied, "If it weren't for that, I would have left long ago. Now that things have turned out like this, I almost died too."

"Me? If it weren't for me? You didn't think about me before. Weren't you the one who ran faster than anyone else? Stop pretending. You were just acting all hypocritical because you were afraid of being punished by Master. Master knows everything, and you were afraid he would find out."

Bian Er let his body fall to the ground, which provided a slight relief from his physical pain.

His voice was weak, and it took a great deal of his strength to say those words.

"You still dare to say that I didn't warn you before that she's not someone to mess with?" Bian Ling's expression darkened.

"You're the one who insisted on provoking this. I've told you countless times, this is the result of your arrogance, and it has nothing to do with me."

He spoke his last words in a very low voice.

Clutching his chest, he was about to leave.

Bian Er panicked, his eyes darted around, and he shouted with all his might, "Bian Ling, if you dare to abandon me, Master will definitely not let you off!"

Bian Ling stopped and looked over there. "I can barely protect myself, let alone bear the consequences of your life or death. As for my master, I believe he can understand my predicament."

He didn't look at Bian Er again, and turned to leave.

Bian Er's face twitched, and for a moment, he didn't know how to speak.

Bian Er's figure receded into the distance. Looking at the girl who had severely injured him and brought him to the ground, he gritted his teeth and said, "What about this woman? If you don't kill her, how will you explain this to your master?!"

"No need to trouble yourself." This time, Bian Ling didn't even turn his head.

That woman, does she seem like someone who can be killed easily? Bian Er, relying solely on violence, has completely missed the essence of the matter.

There were too many questions, making it difficult for him to sort out his thoughts for the time being.

Why is that woman so powerful? The previous Miss Liang and the changed Miss Liang are the same person, no doubt, but why is her temperament so different?

Moreover, he had seen that green bamboo flute before.

It belongs to Master. How could Master's things come to me by themselves? There's only one possibility: it's Master...

But why didn't Master just kill Miss Liang directly?

He couldn't understand his master's intentions, nor could he comprehend the reason behind everything...

Right now, Bian Ling didn't have time to think about these things. His body hadn't fully recovered yet, and now he knew that his organs were severely damaged. If he didn't properly recuperate, he didn't know if he could recover.

Bian Er, tugging at his wounds, stared at the two people not far away with eyes like a venomous snake.

Jing Li and Nangong Qinghe.

He's the only one who's awake now.

He carried the knife on his back and slowly crawled forward, enduring immense pain, using his arms to slowly move forward.

Each time he climbed, he could feel a sharp steel needle piercing his nerves, causing his body to tremble uncontrollably.

His expression was sinister, and he gritted his teeth fiercely.

He wanted to kill them; these two menaces, if not eliminated now, would surely threaten him in the end.

He wanted to take this opportunity to kill them.

Especially that inexplicable woman!!!

He's an utterly unreasonable madman!