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

Jingli's steps were light and graceful, as if time slowed down as she walked.

She got closer and closer to the bronze figure, each step making the bronze figure tremble with fear.

She held the wooden stick, playing with it in her hand, and would hit anything that didn't look good or blocked her way.

The seemingly ordinary wooden stick possessed immense power in her hands, sweeping away the yin energy in front of her.

The screams of countless skinless ghost dolls emanating from the yin energy came one after another, extremely piercing.

The bronze man hiding in the cabinet trembled slightly, and a nameless fear suddenly welled up in his heart.

It didn't understand where this fear came from. Even when facing evil, it had never been so frightened. It was a fear that came from the body's instincts, as if it had a natural suppression on it. Just standing there made it feel uncomfortable all over.

This feeling is extremely similar to the fleeting aura I experienced earlier.

The bronze figure, who had previously disregarded Jing Li, was now in a panic.

"Who exactly are you?" The bronze figure knew it had been discovered and stopped trying to hide it, its sinister and sharp voice ringing out.

As Jing Li stepped into the side room, she answered the bronze statue's question: "Your ancestors."

His tone was flat and devoid of any emotion, yet it carried a strong sense of oppression.

As soon as he finished speaking, a cold wind arose.

"boom!"

The door to the side room was shattered into pieces. Then, the entire roof of the room was like a giant vortex, sucking in the bed, table, and various pieces of furniture.

The powerful airflow made the house sway precariously, but Jingli's dress remained unmoved in the cold wind, and every strand of her hair hung quietly behind her ears.

The bronze figure shrank instantly, becoming the size of an ant, and hid in a corner, suppressing its fear, and said in a sinister tone, "Die!"

"How could insignificant humans possibly withstand a natural Yin-gathering formation!"

Subsequently, yin energy from all directions continuously flowed in from the side room, and the biting cold made the bronze figure feel slightly uncomfortable.

Jing Li didn't take the provocative words to heart for the time being, as someone approached from behind...

"puff!"

It was early summer when she arrived. The impact of the yin energy sent her flying more than ten meters away. She landed on the ground in a disheveled state, spitting out blood.

The yin energy dissipated somewhat where the blood was sprayed, but it was constantly replenished by a continuous stream of yin energy.

She wiped her mouth and tried to stand up, but found herself constantly attacked by yin energy.

She smeared the bronze sword with a large amount of blood, used talismans, and tried to break through, but she had very few yellow talismans left and could not cut through the massive yin energy at all.

The enveloping yin energy left her in a dilemma. Wounds kept appearing on her body, and her five senses had deteriorated considerably, making it impossible for her to discern her location.

"Xiao Chu! Ice Stone!"

Zhao Yanchen slipped in from somewhere, his slender fingers holding a round, jade-like bead. He muttered an incantation, and suddenly a white light emanated from the dull surface of the ice stone, shooting into Chu Xia's brow.

"How did Ice Stone get here?"

Zhao Yanchen looked unwell, his brows furrowed with anxiety. He said in a deep voice, "Never mind that for now. Escaping is the priority. You should absorb spiritual energy first."

"Ah."

Without time to think, Chu Xia channeled her extra spiritual power, took out a talisman more complex than the others, waved it in the air, and shouted, "Freeze!"

The yin energy seemed to solidify for a moment, and in an instant, the surging yin energy all stopped there.

The talisman moved with the early summer, hovering in front of her and stabilizing the yin energy in front of her.

"Go!" she shouted, her body still surrounded by wisps of purple aura.

Zhao Yanchen didn't dare to delay and quickly ran forward.

Before long, the still yin energy surged again, roaring unwillingly, like the whispers of a demon, enough to give one nightmares for three days and three nights.

"What about people!"

"Roar! Roar! Roar..."

The surge became even more intense.

Jing Li tapped the ground with a stick out of boredom, watching the scene unfold, clicking her tongue and muttering to herself, "He's cheating again! This is so unfair!"

She was a little angry!

Being chosen is great! She wants to be one too!

If anyone could see it, a dozen bolts of lightning lingered outside a large golden net, trying to rush in, but were all blocked by the golden net.

The light spots inside kept changing.

Everything that happened was in Jing Li's mind; she didn't even need to turn around to know what was going on with Chu Xia.

A formation master, within the formation, she is a god.

So what about the will of Heaven? She's the strongest formation master!

Poor Chu Xia thought her lightning-attracting talisman had failed, but to her surprise, even the thunder couldn't stop her.

Seeing that Jing Li hadn't moved, the bronze figure assumed she was afraid, so it viciously attracted another wave of yin energy towards her, while it shrank into a corner, secretly minimizing its presence.

The Yin energy contains countless Yin spirits from all over the world; if that little ghost were still here, it would have been torn to pieces in a second.

Ghostly hands kept reaching out from within the yin energy.

They all rushed forward to pull Jing Li away, while the bronze figure chuckled to himself, imagining Jing Li's death. This insignificant human was doomed; a mystic was nothing more than that...

"Haha!... Ha!... Ha! Ha—"

The laughter stopped abruptly, as if abruptly halted.

"Boom!"

The sound of a wooden stick being struck.

The wooden stick felt like a huge cauldron pressing down on the bronze statue's head, squeezing out its rolling eyeballs.

Did it make you laugh?

Jing Li twirled the wooden stick, and at the opportune moment, she humiliated him, saying, "Your laughter is really awful, it's disturbing me."

The bronze figure was momentarily stunned.

how come!

The surrounding yin energy was tightly bound by the golden threads, surging and writhing, struggling, but to no avail.

The ghostly hand that extends from the golden light will be immediately severed, leaving only a agonizing scream.

The bronze figure, pinned down, could only manage to squeeze out a few words with difficulty: "Who exactly are you?"

It has lived for so long and has never seen anyone get out of here alive.

When yin energy leaks out, evil forces cannot control it, so why was she unharmed?

His voice was muffled and unclear, but Jingli could hear it clearly.

“I told you he was your ancestor, but you didn’t believe me.” Jing Li casually poked the bronze figure with the stick again. The bronze figure tried to escape, but the stick followed it everywhere.

Jing Li was getting a headache from the noise. A flash of red light crossed her eyes, and she snapped impatiently, "Stop making noise!"

The entangled yin energy instantly stopped moving, becoming as quiet as a chicken, as if it had heard an order from its superior.

The golden light entwined even tighter, even as everything was swallowed up in darkness.

Only the area around the mirror formed a vacuum, and nothing could get close.

The vortex above their heads had been covered by points of light at some point, and the leaking yin energy was once again locked inside.

Jing Li exerted a little force, and the wooden stick was driven into the ground, fixing the bronze figure in place, unable to move.

At this moment, no sound was heard.

The bronze statue also shut its mouth in fear.

This human is a bit strange; she needs to find a way to escape. Perhaps the big thing down below can defeat her.