Fairy, help me practice

　She took a deep breath and no longer worried about being discovered and killed. With her high heels clicking, she rushed straight towards the chandelier, trying her best to shorten the attack distance and increase the chances of hitting the target.

　"Who is where!"

　The figure looked at Jiang Bailin fiercely again.

　Jiang Bailin felt her limbs being tightly grasped again, but this time she struggled hard, and the silver hairpin flew out of her hand, turning into a stream of light that perfectly hit the chandelier.

　Jiang Bailin felt a tearing pain in the joints of her legs and feet. She watched the light hit the chandelier, but it seemed to be of no avail. Her heart sank to the bottom. This time, she was really going to collapse in extreme pain.

　However, the tearing pain suddenly disappeared without a trace.

　Those figures also merged into the swaying and messy shadows.

　There was a creaking sound, as if a door had opened.

　Then, there were hurried footsteps.

　"Bai Lin, how are you?"

　Chen Yao supported her and found that her cheeks were covered with sweat and her face was extremely pale.

　"Woo——"

　Jiang Bailin's mature and beautiful face was full of panic, tears rolled down her pink lips and beautiful eyes, and she threw herself into Chen Yao's arms.

　"Where the hell have you been?! I'm so scared!"

　She gently hit Chen Yao a few times, and then hugged Chen Yao tightly.

　After a while, Chen Yao's chest was soaked with her tears and snot.

　He just gently stroked Jiang Bailin's back, and even through the armor, he could still feel her delicate softness.

　Smelling Jiang Bailin's sweat, Chen Yao's heart felt itchy.

　The flowing light flew around, and the silver hairpin returned, quietly spinning around the two people hugging each other.

　The hall was filled with messy red shadows, and the shattered candlelight from the hanging candles fell like rain.

　Everything went dark.

　A sigh.

　Chen Yao and Jiang Bailin separated, but stayed close to each other, looking around vigilantly.

　Darkness retreated around them from all sides.

　A dark blue light dyed the walls of the hall.

　"You guys have some skills."

　An old voice came from nowhere.

　"I have already mastered the Nine-Nine Turning Technique. I don't want to commit any more unnecessary killings."

　The sound was rough and long, like the sound of wind in an empty water pipe.

　"After all, I killed every one of my relatives in order to practice this technique."

　"You also harmed the leader of Jiuluo Sect." Jiang Bailin retorted.

　Chen Yao glanced at her, and she nodded to him: "The image just now described it clearly. You also encountered the image, right?"

　That's why you came to me in a hurry.

　She kept these words in her heart.

　"Jiuluo was lured by them. It has nothing to do with me."

　"Who are you and where is Jiu Luo?" Chen Yao released his spiritual sense, but could not sense anything.

　"Just a lonely ghost."

　"Ghosts can't kill people."

　Jiang Bailin's vigilance was raised to the highest level, ready to prevent sudden attacks at any time.

　"I really can't kill anyone..."

　There was a sound of breaking wind coming from the half-open door, and it became louder and louder.

　Chen Yao and Jiang Bailin looked at the same time.

　The door burst open, debris flew everywhere, and a ball of extremely bloody flesh rushed straight towards them.

　The two felt that the spiritual energy in their bodies was suddenly exhausted.

　Without giving it time to think, Jiang Bailin suddenly jumped in front of Chen Yao and hit the mass of flesh and blood head-on. He was then blown away and fell heavily against the wall, falling to the ground with blood spurting out of his mouth. The armor on his chest had shattered, and a considerable part of it was embedded in the flesh, and blood was gushing out.

　Chen Yao's figure appeared beside her.

　"You forgot, I have the Zhichi Talisman."

　Jiang Bailin smiled and said, "Your methods are your methods, and my intentions are my intentions."

　"Is he stupid?" Chen Yao looked at the flesh and blood that had fallen to the ground, and found that it was a mass of countless corpses grafted together. "He, is Pang Xi?"

　He judged this from the thing's ability to drain spiritual energy.

　"Pang Xi is already dead."

　A voice echoed in the hall.

　Several thin, bluish threads of air connected to the indistinguishable limbs and head of the bloody mass of flesh. As the threads tightened and relaxed, the flesh made various movements.

　"Who is your Excellency?"

　Chen Yao spoke to delay, calculating the distance between here and the exit, and how to escape.

　"Me? If you hadn't asked, I would have forgotten. Oh, I'm Pang Xi."

　"Isn't Pang Xi dead?" Jiang Bailin saw Chen Yao's plan and interrupted to continue the conversation.

　"Pang Xi is dead, but not completely dead. I simply refined my body into my own puppet."

　"This puppet is so powerful."

　Chen Yao admired sincerely.

　"That's the Nine-Nine Transformation Technique. It's about using all of one's own strength as the core, attracting and gathering all the power seized from the robbery, and forcibly elevating one's realm to a height that is unattainable for the original body."

　"What about the puppet?"

　Chen Yao asked.

　"My cultivation went awry, so I had no choice but to shed a portion of my spiritual consciousness and transform myself into a puppet. My puppet is my true self."

　"So, your spiritual consciousness is at a very low level."

　The sound suddenly died down, and the mass of flesh and blood raised its connected "arms," ​​all its fingers pointing at Chen Yao.

　An overwhelming tingling sensation exploded across his skin.

Chapter 275 White Scale Jade Mountain

　Chen Yao's figure suddenly disappeared. Jiang Bailin was delighted and drove the silver hairpin towards the creepy body at high speed.

　Its body looked bloated, but its movements were extremely flexible. The silver hairpin was flying at a very fast speed, but it still dodged it at the critical moment. After dodging the attack of the silver hairpin, it stretched out its densely packed hands and pointed at it.

　The silver hairpin let out a sharper whistle than before and rushed towards Jiang Bailin.

　Jiang Bailin's face turned pale, not only because her magic weapon was driven by others to counterattack her, but also because Pang Xi's puppet body also rushed towards her quickly with the silver hairpin. She found that she could no longer move, her scalp was numb, her neck was numb, and even her whole body felt like it was being pricked by dense needles.

　Chen Yao, where did you go?

　She took the silver hairpin in her hand, but Pang Xi's twisted fingers made up of countless corpses also pointed at her forehead.

　A chilling sensation, accompanied by a pain like skin peeling off, erupted between her brows.

　Jiang Bailin didn't even have time to think about anything.

　"Snapped!"

　A sticky, disgusting explosion

　A sound was heard very close to her. She came to her senses and found that the huge and bloated corpse began to explode bit by bit.

　How is this going?

　Jiang Bailin retreated at a very fast speed so as to prevent Pang Xi's half-solidified blood from staining his clothes.

　"No!"

　The empty voice was exasperated, but it was obviously weakening. Soon, only the sound of the wind echoing in the hall remained.

　Pang Xi's body also turned into a ball of blood and spread on the ground.

　With a "ding" sound, a blood-red jade slip fell on the bloody ground.

　Before Jiang Bailin could notice, she heard a rustling sound above her head. She looked up and found that it was Chen Yao slowly falling.

　"That's it, it's over?"

　Jiang Bailin was a little confused.

　Chen Yao waved his hand, and the jade slip that fell into the blood floated up into the air, automatically shaking off the blood and falling into his hands.

　"What are you finishing? I still have no clue about the real thing."

　However, after dealing with "Pang Xi", he still felt a lot more relaxed.

　"How did you solve it?"

　Jiang Bailin looked around the hall which had become truly empty, his eyes still filled with lingering fear.

　Chen Yao swung the jade slip towards her. "When I was being locked onto by that body, I suddenly noticed that the jade slip given to me by the Golden Dragon Ancestor had reacted, and my spiritual sense suddenly became active. Plus, I wanted to test whether that voice had any lethality, so I locked onto it with my spiritual sense, used the Close Distance Talisman to close the distance, and used the jade slip to directly suppress and kill it."

　"Just...that simple?"

　Jiang Bailin didn't know how to feel about him. This kid was too lucky, wasn't he?

　"Let's go. This jade slip has already pointed out the right path."

　Chen Yao held the jade slip and stretched out his arm. When he pointed to the south, the brightness of the jade slip reached its brightest.

　As the two gradually approached the south wall, the originally dark wall began to bulge with runes that looked like cursive script.

　"Om-"

　The jade slip made a clear sound, and the runes on the wall shattered. With a rumbling sound, a stone door a meter high sank into the wall.

　Entering the stone gate, there is a bright and fresh room. Outside the carved stone window, you can see the high mountains to the west of the City Lord's Mansion, with white clouds flowing and misty.

　In the middle of the room, among the magical flowers and herbs, there are two extremely lustrous white jade tables.

　There is a jade slip on each stone platform.

　One is emerald green, the other is light yellow.

　Chen Yao walked towards the emerald green jade slip, while Jiang Bailin controlled the light yellow jade slip.

　"It's the technique that Pang Xi comprehended. What a strange and overbearing thing. Humph, he only comprehended a few basic principles."

　Jiang Bailin took a quick glance at it, held the two ends of the pale yellow with both hands, and crushed it with a "crunch".

　Chen Yao looked at her.

　"Why, if you don't destroy this thing, are you waiting to hurt someone?"

　Chen Yao nodded, and was stunned when his spiritual sense swept over the emerald green jade slip.

　"how?"

　Jiang Bailin found that something was wrong with him, but unexpectedly Chen Yao suddenly hugged her waist.

　"You, you...what are you doing?"

　She noticed that Chen Yao's cheeks were flushed and his breath was hot, and she seemed to be infected.

　What's happening here?

　Chen Yao didn't know what was going on. His spiritual sense just lightly swept across the emerald green jade slip, and his blood began to boil.

　"I, I can't do it anymore..."

　His eyes were already red, filled with pain and desire.

　"I...you..."