After cultivating immortal writing, hold the script in hand

Chapter 161 Blood Moon Sacrifice

Lingyin's control over her body was taken away again, and she simply let it go. Anyway, there is nothing worse than the current situation.

Master can't come back until tomorrow night, during this period she can't go anywhere except Wu Shuangfeng, otherwise she will die.

I saw the body controlled by Qing Ting Yu slowly raised his arms, and as the blue light circulated, the power of the five elements condensed from the soles of his feet, passing through the limbs along the meridians, transforming instantly.

Hey, what did the senior brother turn her into?

Lingyin, who was in the sea of ​​consciousness, couldn't see her own appearance, but she could hear the person on the opposite side screaming: "Daoist Qingyue?!"

Uh, brother, you are crazy, my master hasn't come back yet, they all know it.

To shut up!

Can't close it, you become my master, what should I do if the master suddenly comes back?Isn't that going to wear clothes?
Brother, please leave me a way to survive.

……

No matter how noisy Lingyin was, or how she tried to seize control of her body, it was of no avail. She could only watch this farce go on.

"He is not Daoist Qingyue, and Daoist Qingyue has not returned yet." Someone retorted, and everyone responded one after another.

Fake Qingyue's white clothes are not stained with dust, under the bright silver moon, he stands gracefully, like an old man who has experienced rain, snow, wind and frost, and a calm and indifferent voice comes from Lingyin's throat, "I am not Qingyue, so who is Qingyue? I will go I don’t need to report to you where I went and when I will return. I just tried it a little, and you all showed your true colors, and joined forces to bully my apprentice.”

Wrong, wrong, Master's voice is more gentle, and his smile is more casual, you are too hostile.

Also, even if the master knew that I was being bullied, he would not say it out. He would use practical actions to teach them how to behave.

Lingyin kindly reminded her.

Qing Ting Yu: You know it very well.

Lingyin: As a worker, you must always pay attention to the thoughts of your immediate boss, otherwise how can you be a close disciple of your master.

"I heard that Tu'er said that there are two spirit beasts on the mountain that have transformed into forms, so they rushed back early. Why, are you also interested in transformed monsters, or are you interested in their primordial spirit and flesh?"

When they heard that it was a transformed monster, the people outside the barrier didn't know whether to be happy or relaxed. At the same time, facing the doubts of the high-ranking people, they couldn't help but panic in their hearts.

"Those two transformed monsters were taken in by my apprentice. As her master, I should protect them well. If you are not here to make trouble, then please go back."

Going around and throwing it to me again, alas, I won't be able to show my true colors when I leave next time.

Lingyin muttered about her next plan.

Outside the barrier, everyone was skeptical about his words.

Who doesn't know Daoist Qingyue's temperament, unrestrained love of freedom, if anyone sneaks up and follows him and is discovered by him, it will definitely be ten times worse than shouting "I am your old man" in front of him.

So no one paid special attention, and no one knew where he lived.

All the peak masters turned their attention to the head of the sect, and the news came from him.

Fake Qingyue looked ahead, her eyes were calm, her heart was as calm as water, "Mu Jiuqing, you are the head of the sect, do you want to find troubles for Wu Shuangfeng everywhere?"

Brother, Master never called him by his real name.

Lingyin had a strong desire to survive at the moment, and silently prayed in her heart that Mu Jiuqing would not notice such small details.

Jiuqing Daojunguo's face was serious and solemn, gloomy as ink, and he calmly said, "Jiuqing, how do you prove your identity?"

Hiss, old thing, enough cunning.

Brother, he wants you to open the peak protection formation, or get out of the formation.

You must not be fooled.

At the same time, Lingyin used her brains to help herself prove that she is the master.

It is impossible to use master's absolute technique, and it is easy to blow up the formation from the inside.

The master's magic weapon is usually carried on the body, even if she can't touch it, and the Liyou sword has been made public as her spiritual weapon.

While she was racking her brains, she suddenly realized.

After communicating with Qing Tingyu, she will face the old foxes instead.

"Unexpectedly, although I have been in charge of Wushuangfeng for thousands of years, you have never taken me seriously. Since you let me prove it, then you will get what you want, but there is still time for you to leave now."

Mu Jiuqing and the others frowned, there was something in her words, what means of proof should they avoid?

While looking at each other, someone said: "I remember, 300 years ago, Dao Zun went mad, and few people know about it now. Master, do you still remember what spell Dao Zun used at that time?"

Mu Jiuqing didn't need to think about it, but he thought of the horror of Qingyue's enchantment, and the killing spirit of the blood moon's power.

This is indeed the most powerful way to prove his identity, but they are afraid that they will die to read it.

Before they could discuss the results, Lingyin jumped up with the help of Qing Tingyu, spinning in mid-air, her hands quickly formed seals on her chest, muttering something, two glowing red lights shot out from her fingertips, spinning like a Tai Chi fish .

At the same time, behind her, the moon radiates pure brilliance, and a groove appears in the upper left corner, and the groove spreads rapidly with the rotation speed of the Tai Chi fish.

Soon, most of the moon was swallowed by the dog.

Seeing this scene, most people's legs trembled, and some simply flew away with their swords.

Even though everyone has a heart that likes to witness miracles, for ordinary people, they care more about life.

The spell of False Qingyue is still going on, when the moon is completely dark, the sky and the earth will turn pale, and the sky will be covered with a strange and coquettish blood light, absorbing all the surrounding spiritual power.

Even if they seal the meridians, it won't help.

The loss of psychic power drove them into panic, like a drowning person's thirst for breath and light.

This time no one dared not believe it, even Mu Jiuqing, the leader, didn't dare to delay any longer, not even saying goodbye at the end, and went back to his cave in a hurry.

And the blood moon ritual has just begun.

Lingyin closed when she saw a good deal, stopped the loss in time, and fell back to the front of the cave.

Qing Tingyu came out of her sea of ​​consciousness, looked at the small half of the blood moon above her head, hung her throat, and said lazily, "I thought that the dignified Elder Qingyue is a pure-hearted man, but he actually knows the blood moon ritual."

"Listen to you, is there a story behind the blood moon ritual?"

When Master first taught her, he only told her what happened 300 years ago, and didn't say that the blood moon ritual technique came from it.

Just now, she took the risk of asking her senior brother to provide her with spiritual power. She also had no idea in her heart. What if she messed up...

That's all, I'm fooling around for the time being, and I will report the "battle situation" to my master in person later.

Because there were other things to do at hand, Lingyin forgot the question she just asked, and Qing Tingyu didn't want to answer it.

Because it was a tragic love story.

In the early morning of the next day, Lingyin woke up from the dream, sweating all over her back.

It was another formless black shadow, talking to her about the past millions of years ago, but after listening to her, she forgot again.

Who is that shadow?Why do you keep dreaming?

She reached out for the sky-peeping mirror, "Where is Senior Brother?"

The simple and exquisite bronze mirror surface gradually became clear and bright, with ripples rippling layer by layer, reflecting the figure of Qingting Yu.

In the mirror, he was sitting facing the wall, and behind him, a woman hugged the quilt and held a bronze mirror in her hand.

(End of this chapter)