Ling Bufei discovered something was wrong halfway through.
Shang Shaoyang was talking, and there seemed to be a shadow floating over there.
He immediately drew his sword and chopped it down.
There was another muffled sound, and the Yin Qi exploded. When he waved away the black mist, the surrounding environment changed again, with shadows of ghosts under the strange grass, and the sky was dark and covered with clouds.
Has he returned to Wangchuan Forest?
"Mengjin?" He turned around, and the place where Bai Mengjin originally stood was empty.
Ling Bufei's heart sank. He was probably still in the barrier, but he didn't know what triggered it and he was separated.
He reached out and touched the invisible red line on his wrist, but found nothing. It seemed that Bai Mengjin and he were not in the same space.
Anyway, you can only rely on yourself.
Making up his mind, he looked at these ghosts.
Just now, they looked like it had nothing to do with them, but when his attention shifted, they all looked this way.
A chill came out of Ling Bufei's back. The eyes of these ghosts were empty and unfocused, but he clearly felt that he was being "looked at" by them.
He slowly drew out his sword, and suddenly the ghosts moved and all rushed towards him.
Yin energy lingered and ghosts drifted away. This time there was no Bai Mengjin blocking it, and it looked like a scene of demons dancing wildly.
Ling Bufei drew his sword without hesitation, and the sword light shot up into the sky, filling the sky with a brilliant sword formation, and strangled him with all his strength.
His sword light carried the power of golden thunder, which was the nemesis of the evil spirit. But there were too many, so he killed one group, and another group came immediately, one after another, in an endless stream.
Ling Bu had to be patient and killed him all the way, while carefully controlling the recovery of his spiritual energy so as not to consume it all.
Fortunately, he is different from ordinary sword cultivators because he first cultivates the physical body and is not so dependent on spiritual energy. The physical body is strong enough, and even if he just swings the sword mediocrely, it is powerful enough to kill ordinary ghosts.
The sword light danced, and the ghosts dispersed with one strike. While Ling Bufei was immersed in cleaning up, he suddenly heard a muffled groan in his ears, as if someone was in pain.
He was stunned for a moment and raised his head.
This ghost was quite powerful and was not defeated immediately, but his figure was erratic and he was obviously on the verge of collapse.
However, he let out a cry of pain, and it seemed that he was not unconscious.
Immediately afterwards, Ling Bufei recognized the clothes he was wearing. Although only a tattered image was left, the black and white Taoist robes were clearly the attire of the Wuji Sect.
Is it a senior fellow from the Wuji Sect? Perhaps he died in the battle at Minghe River, and his ghost floated here, trapped in the Wangchuan Forest and unable to leave.
When he attacks himself, he is obviously affected by the barrier here, but if he goes out with his sword, he may be knocked out of his soul.
After this hesitation, the surrounding ghosts attacked again.
Ling Bufei's sword light struck again, and just as he was about to sweep past, he caught a glimpse of this person's hair ornament. There was a fire phoenix on it, which was the symbol of Qifeng Valley.
As soon as he stopped moving, he stopped hitting.
The ghost rushed forward and bumped into his sword energy.
Ling Bufei didn't pay attention just now, but now he discovered that these ghosts had more or less identity marks on them. They were from Wuji Sect, Qifeng Valley, Danxia Palace, Wuming Sword Sect... Although they didn't recognize their faces, they had identity marks on their bodies.
Their clothes were all in tatters, and even their limbs were incomplete, but they could still tell where they came from.
He really couldn't fight anymore.
But these ghosts would not stop. Countless Yin Qi came over and hit him with various moves. Ling Bufei could only rely on the protective shield on his body to block, and the sword energy he used was mostly for protection and not for attack.
The ghost is not very strong individually, but together with the blessing of the barrier, he becomes a god and will be constantly corroded...
What should I do? Can I just fight? But...
The yin energy fell on him one after another, and Ling Bufei could only bear it.
Suddenly there was a "buzz", something turned on, and a warm force fell on his body, relieving the yin energy.
It is the Demon-Suppressing Cauldron that automatically protects its master.
Ling Bufei had just calmed down when he suddenly felt something was wrong.
In fact, it was the Protector of the Demon-Suppressing Cauldron, but he was not the one who inspired it!
He suddenly raised his head and looked to the side.
There is also a ghost there, the shadow is very faint, but you can still tell that she is a tall and handsome woman. She is wearing complicated clothes, and the black and white lines on it are the symbols of the Wuji Sect. There are bloodstains on her body, and the clothes are damaged, I don't know.
What kind of bloody battle did he go through before his death?
Her eyes were also blank, but Ling Bufei felt emotions for some reason. Those ghosts were all controlled by the barrier and attacked him, but she remained motionless.
"Buzz——" There was another soft sound, and the Demon Suppressing Cauldron responded.
Ling Bufei suddenly realized something.
The Demon-Suppressing Cauldron is the magic weapon of the leader of the Wuji Sect, but the previous owner was not his maternal ancestor Jiang Fengci. Before the old leader Jiang abdicated, it had a new owner, his daughter Jiang Shangyue.
If it hadn't been for that accident, Jiang Shangyue would have held a succession ceremony when he returned from Minghe, officially taking over the position of head of the Wuji Sect from his father.
Then an accident happened. Faced with endless demons, Jiang Shangyue sealed the child's life in Ling Bufei's body in order to keep the magic weapon.
Ling Bufei looked at this shadow and was in a daze.
Countless ghosts rushed over and hit the shield separated by the Demon Suppressing Cauldron.
His lips trembled, and he wanted to shout several times, but he held back.
The cold wind was blowing, and the man's clothes were fluttering slightly. The blood-spattered Taoist uniform had lost its fairy-like charm, but there was another kind of tranquility and refinement in her body.
Ling Bufei blinked and finally said: "Mother..."
The shadow was motionless.
He stumbled over and shouted, "Mother!"
Decades ago, she used the Demon Suppressing Cauldron to save his life. Decades later, she had become a ghost and still inspired the Demon Suppressing Cauldron to protect him.
Even at such a short distance, the ghosts still rushed forward one after another.
Ling Bufei didn't dare to move anymore.
He was afraid that if he took another step forward, these ghosts would hurt her. He was even more afraid that the evil-suppressing function of the Demon-Suppressing Cauldron would suppress her as well.
He could only look at her like this and carve her image into his mind.
"Mom, is it you? I...I..."
He actually didn't know how to call himself. When he left his mother, he was too young and had just been born without any memory.
The ghost moved, and his eyes were still empty, but Ling Bufei felt the sight.
She is looking at him!
"Mom!" Tears overflowed from his eyes, but he didn't dare to blink for fear of missing a single glance.
Maybe after a long time, maybe only a short while, a sigh finally came to my ears, and the ghost gently stretched out its hand.
Ling Bufei hesitated: "Are you... calling me? Can I touch you?"
The ghost remained motionless, still holding out his hand.
Ling Bufei finally plucked up the courage and shook his hand back at her.
When his hand touched the cold soul body, there was another soft "buzz" sound, and the Demon Suppressing Cauldron suddenly opened.