Family cultivation: I am the reincarnation of an ancestor

Chapter 141: Death situation, Lingyu’s thoughts
Langya Secret Realm, next to a valley in the center.

Cui Xin, who was full of black demonic energy, was on the verge of collapse. After a wave of Taoist baptism, he had run out of energy.

The magic cultivator's methods are weird. Even if he is almost dead, no one dares to step forward, for fear that there is another way to perish together.

"Cui Xin, let's capture him without mercy."

At this moment, the person most qualified to speak is Zhuang Huiming, a high disciple of the Qingshui Sect and the chief disciple.

Under this heavy siege, Cui Xin seemed to have given up resistance and his whole body relaxed.

However, the next second, the expressions of everyone present changed drastically.

"Self-explosion!?"

"what!?"

"how is this possible?!"

The disciples of the Qingshui Sect were in disbelief, but those who were recruited like Yan Lingyu had already rubbed oil on their soles and fled to the rear.

The power of this self-destruction is not as great as imagined, and it even poses no threat to others at all.

Cui Xin seemed to have been wiped away by the power of heaven, turning into stars and disappearing between heaven and earth.

At this moment, Yan Lingyu once again felt the changes in the Thousand Miles Soul-Chasing Shuttle. The spiritual energy on it dissipated and the light went out, just like a fire stick.

This also heralds the real death of Cui Xin.

Yan Lingyu looked at each other and Yan Jiechuan beside him, and exhaled a thick breath.

This is over, they can finally go back.

Returning with everyone from the Qingshui Sect, there is not much danger in thinking.

But now that both He Tongfeng and Duan Feng were seriously injured, they had given up on the Lingsha issue.

Not only the two members of the Yan family, the sounds of relief continued to ring out all around, and many monks showed happy expressions.

After completing the mission, not only did they survive, but they might also be rewarded by Qingshui Zong, with a rare smile on their faces.

But completely opposite to these monks, the Qingshui Sect disciples had gloomy faces.

Yan Lingyu heard a whisper:
"How did Cui Xin commit suicide? Didn't Patriarch Kuijun cast the Lock of Cutting Thoughts and Suppressing Will? Has he already unlocked it?"

The voice came from Zhuang Huiming, a master disciple whose face was full of unwillingness and worry.

They spent so much effort and sacrificed so many of their fellow disciples, not just to kill Cui Xin.

What they, Qingshui Sect, wanted was information about the other party and wanted to find out the undercover agents among the top officials.

Once Cui Xin dies, all previous efforts will be wasted.

Zhuang Huiming couldn't understand that it was impossible for Cui Xin to commit suicide as long as he was locked up with thoughts and restraints, unless there were helpers from the other side around to release Cui Xin's restraint.

He began to scan everyone's expressions.

In the end it was fruitless.

He had no choice but to put away Cui Xin's belongings and prepare to return to the clan to report.

The monks around him have to give an explanation, and the concealment formation has reached its limit. The blood here will attract monsters.

Don't stay here for long.

"Everyone, come with me. Let me lead you all out of this secret realm. Moreover, since you have contributed so much, I, the Qingshui Sect, will also give you rich rewards and we will not treat you unfairly."

Zhuang Huiming's voice sounded.

After a brief mood swing, it returned to its original cold appearance.

Now that the matter has come to this, we can only go back to the clan to inform our elders and make further plans.

All the monks were delighted.

Then follow the other person and leave.

Qingshui Sect set up a teleportation array outside the secret realm. Through the teleportation array, they can return to the periphery of Shiwanda Mountain and escape from the area dominated by monsters, and the level of danger will be reduced sharply.

Judging from the speed of the foundation-building monks, it would take less than three days to reach the teleportation array from here.

In other words, as long as they persist for three more days, they will be safe.

Yan Lingyu couldn't help but feel the joy of surviving the disaster.

However, the appearance of a message brought him back to the bottom.

"Brother Yan, because Cui Xin committed suicide under strange circumstances, the Qingshui Sect will send people to search for his soul. Please be patient and don't resist."

The message came from He Tongfeng, who was injured.Searching for souls?

Soul search!

For a moment, Yan Lingyu felt like she had fallen into an ice cave, and the cold air rushed from the soles of her feet to the Tianling Cap.

I didn't reply to the other party immediately, but began to think about it myself.

The result was that he could not escape the fate of searching for souls no matter what.

But the problem is that Yan Lingyu's secret is too big. If he is found out, the consequences will be disastrous. Even if he dies immediately, it is impossible for his soul to be searched.

He was silent, thinking about what to do.

But my head was empty and I couldn't think of a good solution.

escape?
Where can I escape?There is such a big Yan family behind him.

Don't you want it?
Putting aside whether the Qingshui Sect could find him or not, his escape showed a guilty conscience. He had just heard cordially from Zhuang Huiming that there was something fishy about Cui Xin's death, and it might involve other things.

If he ran away, he would almost be the one to take the blame.

The Yan family will also be destroyed.

Therefore, he cannot escape, or in other words, cannot show resistance to the soul search.

This is also the reason why Yan Lingyu did not immediately reply to inquire about He Tongfeng.

The team of monks is still moving forward, almost crossing half of the Langya secret realm, and they can leave before nightfall. This leaves Yan Lingyu with not much time.

Gradually, sweat broke out on his forehead.

Although full of reluctance, Yan Lingyu only has one feasible solution at present:
That means he is dead.

As long as he is dead, even if he searches for his soul, nothing can be found, because his soul is gone, so what can he search for?

No matter how superb the Qingshui Sect's methods are, the most they can do is go back in time.

Looking back in time cannot discover Yan Lingyu's secret.

Death seemed to be Yan Lingyu's best solution at the moment.

Moreover, this death cannot be too bizarre, and it cannot be just a death. There must be a reason, otherwise it will be suspected.

Yan Lingyu felt bitter in his heart. If he got involved with the Qingshui Sect, nothing good would happen to him.

And this Cui Xin, who harmed Yan Renming and didn't say anything, was forced to be buried with him.

After thinking about it and making up his mind, Yan Lingyu was relieved.

It's time to think about how you're going to die.

It was also at this time that someone in the team spoke up.

It turned out that the three of them wanted to break away from the team and seize some opportunities in the secret realm at this last moment.

Take away the opportunity!

Yan Lingyu had a flash of inspiration.

It should be reasonable to die while taking away the opportunity!
After all, countless people die from this every day in the world.

Half of the more than 200 foundation-building monks recruited this time died because of this.

Zhuang Huiming glanced at those people. Taking someone's opportunity was equivalent to killing his parents. He couldn't stop him, but he didn't want to let him go because in his opinion, there might be Cui Xin's accomplices. It was best to investigate them one by one. Again.

But he was afraid that his attitude would be too harsh and might alert others.

If it were directly stated that the Qingshui Sect was still investigating, it might make the inner ghost wary and make arrangements in advance to destroy the evidence.

So, he said quietly: "What do you need? With your merits, you can exchange resources from our Qingshui Sect, so why take this risk?"

Those people smiled honestly and said one after another: "That's not necessary. We don't dare to collect more spiritual items from your sect."

The Qingshui Sect, not to mention forced recruitment, just the matter of the soul-chasing shuttle left a shadow in people's hearts.

How dare you ask for their spiritual objects again.

Isn't this making yourself guilty?
Few of the monks who survived were stupid and had a very clear mind.

After speaking, those people left without looking back.

If the Qingshui Sect dares to have an attack because of this incident, I am afraid it will be difficult to repackage its reputation. After all, there are other monks here.

When Yan Lingyu saw someone taking the first step, her heart was ready to move.

(End of this chapter)