Chapter 95: That Sword (First update, seeking monthly votes)

"Please save me!"

Li Lingling had been feeling very lost for some time.

Was everything from that night truly real?

In that space that was neither dream nor reality, she had broken free from her miserable fate and even gained a mysterious Father God.

But ever since she woke up from that night, she had never heard that voice again.

No matter how she called out, no matter what method she used to summon, she could not make the other party descend again.

Everything was just like a dream.

Perhaps the other party did not exist at all, and it was just a hallucination born from her own despair?

Although she was filled with confusion, she still kept her promise to the other party, never speaking of this matter to anyone, keeping it buried deep in her heart alone.

And at this desperate juncture, she heard the other party's voice once more.

Unable to care about anything else, she cried out to the deity for help:

"Please save me, please save us!"

Before she could even state the offering she was willing to present, she heard a lighthearted reply:

【As you wish.】

The next moment, she felt she had lost control of her body, and her hand reached into her bosom.

Li Lingling:!!!

Before she could feel shame, she saw "herself" untie the scroll bestowed by Senior Brother.

Then, she saw a lady who looked ninety percent like her walk out from the painting and bow respectfully toward her.

She heard "herself" whistle and say flippantly:

"Borrowing your body for a moment."

The lady smiled, her eyes becoming vivid, and the hand not holding the fan drew a Long Sword from behind her back.

Then she charged into the sky with the sword!

……

……

"Liberation!!!"

Even though it was still afternoon, the area above the ruins of Mei Family Village had already plunged into darkness.

A massive demon ghost resembling black smoke occupied the sky, its two pairs of wings flapping behind it, whipping up violent gale winds.

The forest was swept by this cold, sinister aura, withering away completely within a few breaths before shattering in the wind.

A Great Demon had emerged, its Demon Qi rampant.

If left to wreak havoc, it would turn the hundred miles outside Wentian City into a dead zone!

But it did not rush toward Wentian immediately, nor did it cleverly flee.

The demon ghost flew back and forth in the sky, roaring:

"Liberation! Liberation! Liberation!"

"I..."

"Hahahaha!"

With its mind chaotic and twisted, the demon ghost shrieked madly.

"I am free!"

"I, I! Who am I..."

After roaring for a while, it suddenly froze, falling into confusion due to the void in its heart.

"Damn it, who exactly am I? Where am I, I... I am liberated!"

"Liberation!"

Its mind was a void of chaos, and in its ears were the wails and shrieks of countless people, all hatefully shouting one name.

"Mei Yongzhu!!!"

From an outsider's perspective, hundreds of blood-red vengeful ghosts were entangled upon it, trying to tear it apart.

"Why did you kill me?"

They crouched by its ears, questioning:

"Why? Why? Why!?"

But the massive demon ghost could not perceive them at all, only vaguely hearing that name filled with hatred.

"Mei Yongzhu..."

Perhaps this is my name?

Mei Yongzhu thought about it with its remaining reason, but ultimately chose to stop using its brain.

It didn't matter.

Who I am is not important at all.

I am just a demon, nothing more.

Soon, the demon ghost's attention was diverted by a special scent.

Sniff, sniff.

Habitually twitching a nose that did not exist, the demon ghost stared straight at the few little bugs fleeing beneath its feet.

Rumble—

A massive roar came from its abdomen, and its soul began to feel a hunger long forgotten.

"Hungry..."

Eat.

Eat them!

Following its instinct, it rushed toward the bugs, just about to snatch the weakest one, but instinctively dodged backward.

It heard the innocent giggle of a young girl.

That bug is very dangerous!

Although it did not know the reason, it had an intuition that if it ate that bug, it might summon a terrifying existence.

Then switch to another one.

The second time, it set its sights on the one with the most vigorous blood energy.

"Roar!!!"

This time, the eyes it manifested shattered directly, and it wailed in pain!

Dragon!

It saw a lady holding a fan, a blood-colored Ying Dragon, and an even more powerful golden dragon circling coldly in the sky above.

Danger, danger, danger!

This one cannot be chosen either.

But the hunger deep within its soul made it unable to bear letting go of the food before its eyes, and it stubbornly cast its gaze toward the last one.

And this time, although it felt danger, it was within a range it could withstand.

This is the bug!

Eat her!

Attacking time and again, it carefully scattered the three bugs, attempting to swallow the third one without harming the other two.

In the end, the Demon Ghost actually succeeded.

The moment that Dao Talisman exploded, the Demon Ghost roared in excitement, about to dive down fiercely.

"Hehehe."

But just at this moment, it heard a soft laugh by its ear.

"Hello there—"

!!!

Who is it?

Spewing cold mist behind it, amidst the dancing vengeful spirits, a blurry human figure appeared.

The bug that was just fleeing on the ground was now actually standing openly in front of it!?

Why?

Didn't I let you go!?

"Release!"

Roaring, the enraged Demon Ghost could no longer care about anything else and swung its sharp claws at this most dangerous bug!

Boom!

A silver light flashed, and the Demon Ghost's front claw was severed directly!

The lady's brows and eyes, not covered by the fan, carried a smile as she looked smilingly at the extremely ugly Demon Ghost and beckoned to it with her finger.

Come here!

"Roar!!!"

Damned bug!

Go to hell!

The magic treasure Jian Xinxin bestowed upon her Junior Sister for protection was naturally no ordinary object.

He not only consumed his life force but also split his own Divine Soul, endowing the person in the painting with true spirit.

But even so, the function of this scroll was primarily for protection, not for killing enemies.

It should not have taken the initiative to attack like this.

Because at this moment, within the lady's body, there existed another powerful will.

Ren Yidao directly took over the body of the person in the painting and then began to burn the lady's power without a hint of heartache.

He compressed the power that should have lasted at least an hour, compressed it again and again, and finally unleashed it regardless of the consequences.

At the cost of sacrificing this body, he pursued the greatest power that could be unleashed in a short time!

Relying on surprise and a mad-dog style of trading blood regardless of casualties, he really managed to suppress the Demon Ghost's fierce might in a short time!

Ren Yidao was not skilled in sword techniques; he was more adept at the flexible changes of spears, staves, and whips in close combat.

But as he slashed down with one sword strike after another, he forced the Demon Ghost to retreat step by step.

Ren Yidao was imitating.

Imitating that one sword strike he had caught a glimpse of at the gates of Wentian City.

Each time more like it than the last.

Each time with more spirit than the last.

Finally, upon unleashing the ninth sword, Ren Yidao's brows relaxed, and he thrust the sword forward with a smile.

"Die."

Clang.

An unfathomably deep sword mark appeared on the Demon Ghost's forehead!