Chapter 227 The black mist condenses and Qiongqi appears
The black energy continued to condense, turning into a black mist that lingered around the little brother, making a sizzling sound on his skin.
"You... leave quickly! I can't control it anymore..."
The little brother endured tremendous pain, almost gritting his teeth and speaking with difficulty every word.
Soon, his consciousness was overwhelmed by pain.
After a grunt of pain that could not be suppressed, the boy fell softly to one side.
At this time, the black mist had become quite solid, catching him firmly.
The unconscious brother could only make strange sounds like whining.
Miaoyu's beautiful face turned pale and she cried out: "Oh no, this is a curse! It's a curse that comes from the blood! No wonder the scriptures I recited were of no use to him."
After hearing Miaoyu's words, Jia Lan suddenly figured out a lot of things.
No wonder the younger brother has made three pacts with me and rarely takes action himself.
No wonder my spiritual sense can occasionally detect some unstable fluctuations in my little brother's aura. Some nights, he even hides far away from me, far beyond the range of Jia Lan's spiritual sense.<
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It turns out that he has been suppressing it all along.
Suddenly, a strong and strange wind blew behind me. Miaoyu was blown in front of her, almost blowing her whole body. However, Jia Lan jumped out one step earlier and held her firmly.
"What did you just do?" Jialan asked.
Miaoyu hugged Jia Lan's arms tightly: "I don't know, all this seems to be my subconscious behavior, a thought suddenly flashed out, it told me that as long as I use my blood, I can erase the disguise on the tattoo.
, I don’t know why it’s like this.”
After speaking, Miaoyu tried to continue chanting the spell.
"Brother Lang, there is an ancient and violent atmosphere in this black mist. The things inside seem to want to come out, but my subconscious is still suppressing it..."
Qin Keqing's voice sounded in Jia Lan's mind, and through Jia Lan's vision, she could feel the situation outside.
Jia Lan is still calm, Lingjue has been silently observing the black mist around him, and at the same time communicating with Ke Qing and Yu Linglong in his heart.
"This breath is indeed crazy, but...is this really Qiongqi?"
Jia Lan had some doubts about this.
Indeed, as Qin Keqing said, this black mist also carries that ancient aura.
But in terms of the threat from the frontal senses, Jia Lan felt that it was not as good as the tiger-headed monster he had encountered before, or even the Gu God summoned by Ma Daopo.
"That's true..." After hearing Jia Lan's analysis, Keqing somewhat agreed.
Yu Linglong had the same idea: "Qiongqi is one of the four evils in ancient times. How can a mere mortal's body be able to control it?
I'm afraid, as the girl said, this is just a curse.
But this curse is deeply rooted in my bloodline.
It’s unimaginable how cruel the person who cast such a curse is!
Or is it that my ancestors had a deep hatred against someone?"
After a pause, Yu Linglong urged: "That girl's power is just a drop in the bucket in front of this black mist. Jia Lan, you have to take action quickly!"
Jia Lan listened, nodded slightly, and looked around carefully.
The influence of the black fog gradually appears.
The surroundings of the Cuicui Temple became blurry, and the originally sunny sky became a little gloomy.
From this point of view, this black mist is indeed unusual.
Phew!
The black mist suddenly split into a ball and swept straight towards Miaoyu, as if it wanted to engulf this troublesome guy directly.
Jia Lan jumped out, stood in front of Miaoyu, and used the power of "Beidou Sutra" to neutralize the black energy.
Miaoyu's forehead was covered with sweat at this moment, and her bun, which she had taken care of meticulously, was already messy. The Miaoyu crown on her head had gone nowhere, and her long hair fell in the wind.
Jia Lan has already understood that there is indeed something in the black mist, but the little brother's willpower is very strong. Even if he has fainted from the pain, his consciousness is still biting the opponent.<
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Miaoyu's ability seems to be biased towards treatment, and she is obviously unable to deal with the situation at hand.
However, both brother and Miaoyu are about to reach their limit.
"Roar!"
A roar came from the black mist, and a disembodied Qiongqi slowly stretched its head out from inside, roaring towards Jia Lan and Miaoyu.
Miaoyu's face was ashen, and she leaned against Jia Lan helplessly, with a look of helplessness in her eyes.
"Brother Lang, it's me who's hurting you right now."
"Not necessarily!"
Jia Lan protected Miaoyu tightly behind him and muttered something.
"The heaven and earth have righteousness, and are mixed and endowed with manifolds..."
In just a moment, Miaoyu felt much more relaxed, and the oppressive feeling in her heart was relieved a lot.
She raised her head and heard Jia Lan's soft humming in her ears. She recognized that Jia Lan was reciting "Song of Righteousness" by Prime Minister Wen.
This is indeed a masterpiece, but is it useful?
Miaoyu was wondering in her heart when her eyes suddenly opened slightly.
The Qiongqi reaction was quite intense, as if it were alive, showing an expression of fear.
I saw characters emitting a faint golden light appearing out of thin air in front of Jia Lan, and each Chinese character conveyed the aura of Zhongzheng and peace.
"Haoran's righteousness, this is actually Haoran's righteousness!" Miaoyu's face was full of surprise. In the legend of Middle-earth, only the true Confucians can have the awe-inspiring aura, but Jialan actually also has it?!
No wonder Na Qiongqi is so scared.
Haoran's righteousness is the most righteous energy in heaven and earth, specially designed to restrain such demons and monsters.
Na Qiongqi simply wanted to avoid this, so he retracted his head and turned into a black mist again, trying to escape.
Naturally, Jialan would not give it a chance.
It took him so long to take action just for this moment.
As he chanted, a large golden net rose into the sky behind the little brother, completely swallowing up the black mist.
"Collect!"
With a thought in Jia Lan's mind, the golden net was completely closed. The original big net kept rotating and twisting, and gradually turned into a spiraling ball of light, like a millstone constantly consuming the black air.
Until the end, a painful roar rose into the sky, and an aura of corruption filled the air. Even Jia Lan and Miaoyu could clearly feel the unwillingness and anger inside.
A voice full of resentment, hysteria and a certain rhythm sounded, which shocked Jia Lan and made Miao Yu almost faint.
"This seems to be an ancient language, but I can't understand it." Yu Linglong's voice sounded at the right time.
Yes, there is a language barrier between the mythical beast and the stone.
"I don't understand either." Qin Keqing's gentle voice sounded next.
……
Bang!
As the black fog dissipated, the scenery around the Cuicui Temple returned to its original state, and the little brother suddenly fell to the ground.
Miaoyu's condition was not much better. She was a little exhausted, staggered back two steps, and fell straight into Jia Lan's arms.
Jia Lan clearly smelled a unique aroma on the tip of his nose, which was similar to a light floral or grassy aroma.