The golden light of the swastika urn enveloped an area of one foot.
Ge Qinghuang sat cross-legged among them, his eyelashes trembling slightly, his eyes still closed.
Wisps of elixir energy rose up and penetrated into her mouth and nose one after another. The blood hole in her left shoulder gradually filled up, and the injury gradually recovered.
Lin Ming's smile suddenly faded when he saw her posture.
"This is how the young lover looks when he sees his woman getting hurt." Mo Yingxue sneered and teased, "Are you feeling distressed?"
Lin Ming was unmoved. He first noticed the strange eyes in the crack between Mo Yingxue's eyebrows.
Ge Qinghuang's voice echoed through the golden light barrier.
"Be careful, there's something wrong with her condition. She didn't die even after a sword passed between her eyebrows."
"I see," Lin Ming nodded, "I'm just telling you, Senior, there's no way you can beat her. She probably faked her death and made a sneak attack."
The corners of Ge Qinghuang's mouth turned up, and he simply and quickly shared the previous situation with Lin Ming.
Lin Ming nodded, "Sister Qinghuang, please rest assured and recover. I will take care of the rest."
Ge Qinghuang hummed softly and continued to concentrate on healing.
At this time, the little guy pointed at Mo Yingxue and shouted: "Bad woman, if you dare to hit my sister, Brother Ming will make you look good later."
People behind him: "..."
There is no one else who must bear Lin Ming's reputation when saying harsh words.
Long Zhan looked at Mo Yingxue carefully and frowned more and more, "My family seems to have records of their status."
"The place between the eyebrows can be called the Dantian, where the soul of a living being resides."
"Three or four thousand years ago, there was a plague of evil eyes in the Cangxuan Realm. The appearance of the infected people recorded in some ancient books was similar to this woman's condition."
Coming to the Cangxuan Realm thousands of years ago, this small secret world is connected to the Cangxuan Realm. Maybe there is some connection... Lin Ming was silent for a moment.
Turning his head slightly to the right, Lin Ming asked, "Little guy, did this happen to your tribe back then?"
The little guy pouted, his eyes rolled back and forth, he thought for two seconds, shook his head and said: "Never. After the demons of the Three-Eyed Tribe erode the living beings, the skin will gradually turn gray and black, and the body will gradually transform into a spirit body, but it is absolutely It’s so disgusting to have eyeballs growing between your eyebrows.”
"No?!" Lin Ming raised his eyes slightly, slightly surprised, "In other words, this weird eye pupil is not a product of the Three-Eyed Clan."
"Of course not...this eye pupil is the one on the thousand-year-old mural." Yu Qianqian's voice trembled, as if telling this matter itself was terrifying.
Mo Yingxue's eyebrows were raised, her eyebrows were strange and her pupils were dilated, interrupting the conversation between Lin Ming and others.
"You think you can call for reinforcements...what a joke!"
After saying this, she looked up at the sky, and the strange eyes between her brows released a dark purple light that shot straight into the sky.
In the ruins, countless three-eyed tribes and eroded human monsters rushed towards the light pillar.
Purple light surrounded his body, and Shuangxiao Sword Pill floated above Mo Yingxue's head. He looked at everyone without showing any fear.
It seemed that it was not she who was outnumbered, but Lin Ming and the others.
Slowly stretching out three fingers, Mo Yingxue said: "At most thirty breaths, my reinforcements will arrive. By then, you will know what it means to die without a burial place."
"I hate seeing people pretend to be stupid in front of me!" Long Zhan suddenly dodged and raised his fists in succession.
Boom boom boom boom boom...
Dark purple light shimmered around Mo Yingxue, and she received Long Zhan's fist.
"Want to kill me? You don't have the ability, so you should run away quickly. As long as you leave Lin Ming, I will not give priority to everyone to chase you. Maybe you can still escape."
Mo Yingxue's eyebrows and eyes were moving wildly, with an amiable smile on her face, as if everyone present were her old friends, which made people shudder.
At this time, the rest of the people followed closely, and all kinds of attacks greeted the dark purple waves.
Boo-boo-boo-boo…
The purple light swayed back and forth, but Mo Yingxue was unscathed.
She stood in the middle, laughing maniacally.
"You still have twenty-five breaths left. If you don't run for your lives quickly, you won't be able to escape later... But this is fine, I'll catch you all in one go."
At this moment, all kinds of polluted creatures and three-eyed tribesmen in the ruins are coming.
If you don't leave, it will really be too late.
Before the change, some people must have been shaken, but after Lin Ming established his prestige many times, everyone in the Xuanwen Academy completely followed him.
The same is true for little monkeys and fish.
Long Zhanze himself liked fighting, and the thought of escaping never occurred to him.
At this time, Lin Ming chuckled and said, "Ten breaths are enough to destroy you."
After finishing his words, Lin Ming picked up his sword and half unsheathed it, when a ray of cold light suddenly appeared.
boom!
One foot suddenly stamped on the ground, and he disappeared from the spot.
Fast, unreasonably fast!
The Jing Xian Sword struck the dark purple light, and ripples spread outward layer by layer.
Mo Yingxue spread her hands, first pointed at Lin Ming with her index finger, and then pointed at herself with her thumb, "You, can, endure, I, why."
His tone was extremely playful, and his eyes were full of provocation.
However, this situation aroused Lin Ming's emotions.
His artistic conception is that of the Seven Emotions and Sword Intent. When the emotions are strong enough, they will be strengthened.
Anger is one of the most primitive human emotions.
In an instant, the emotion broke through the threshold, and the prototype of the artistic conception became more solid.
The body of the Jingxian Sword exudes an ethereal and changing unknown artistic conception.
Lin Ming's black pupils were slightly blurred.
The next second, the sword light passed through the purple light curtain.
Lin Ming was astonished. He didn't even need to release the backup plan he had secretly prepared. He actually broke through the dark purple light curtain with his artistic conception.
It seems that artistic conception is the key to success in this trip to the secret realm.
There is one more thing to do before leaving the secret realm - to condense the true artistic conception.
Another thing is to find the appropriate divine text to solve the problem that the physical body cannot perfectly control.
Lin Ming's thoughts were spinning like lightning. He spoke very slowly, actually less than a second.
At this time, Mo Yingxue had not yet reacted to the Jingxian Sword that was just inches away from her side.
Just as she was about to be decapitated by Lin Ming's sword, suddenly, the strange eyeballs between her eyebrows suddenly turned. Mo Yingxue lost control of her body and suddenly leaned back, lowering her waist to the level of her knees.
"The speed is pretty good, but if you miscalculate your move, you'll never have a chance again."
Lin Ming raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and the Jingxian Sword changed from a horizontal slash to a vertical slash.
Mo Yingxue rolled sideways, and the Shuangxiao Sword Pill drew an arc and struck the back of Lin Ming's head.
Under the reflection of his mind's eye, Lin Ming understood everything and slapped the scabbard on his waist with his left hand.
Keng!
The end of the scabbard tilted upwards, knocking Shuangxiao Jianwan away.
Immediately afterwards, Lin Ming kicked out.
Bang!
The legs in Mo Yingxue's abdomen kept rolling outwards, breaking two trees in a row.
The third tree caught her, but it was also precariously on the verge of falling backwards at any moment.
A mouthful of blood rushed to her throat, and she spat out, "You, when did you become so strong?"
Lin Ming slashed through the dark purple light curtain, which had already surprised Mo Yingxue. The next kick was even more exaggerated. It couldn't be described as powerful and heavy at all. It was like being trampled on the abdomen by a giant elephant, and it was painful.
However, Lin Ming didn't talk nonsense to her, and without any hesitation in his movements, he moved to the blind spot of Mo Yingxue's vision - behind him, separated by the trees that were about to collapse.
The Jingxian Sword was sheathed at some point. Lin Ming closed his eyes, held the hilt of the sword in a half-lunge stance, and whispered four words: "Flowers in the Mirror, Moon in the Water."
