Red Morning Sun stood not far from Snow Spirit. When she heard him say such a long speech to the Demon Lord, her eyes widened in shock.
She didn't care about dealing with the resentful spirits anymore. She quickly rushed to Snow Spirit's side and whispered to him, "Little Master... No, Big Master, this guy is not a crow spirit. He is the Demon Lord Ji Chongming."
Red Morning Sun's voice trembled as she spoke. She was extremely afraid that Ji Chongming would fly into a rage and kill Snow Spirit.
Snow Spirit's eyes widened, filled with disbelief.
"The Demon Lord... looks like this?"
"How come he looks like a crow spirit?"
Red Morning Sun shivered, silently pleading in her heart for this ancestor to stop talking.
Didn't he see that Ji Chongming's face had turned dark... although his face wasn't exactly fair to begin with.
"Arrogant!"
"You bald donkey! How dare you discuss me!!"
Ji Chongming was an appearance - conscious person to the core. He would never allow anyone to criticize his pride - worthy good looks.
In a fit of great anger, demonic energy gathered in his hands.
"Bald donkey, die!"
The balls of demonic energy rushed towards Snow Spirit quickly, but Snow Spirit didn't panic at all. He calmly flicked his sleeves, and those enlarged Buddhist beads returned to their normal size and surrounded Snow Spirit.
He put his hands together and murmured incantations. Then the Buddhist beads, as if they had eyes, flew towards the demonic energy on their own.
The moment the demonic energy touched the Buddhist beads, it was purified.
Snow Spirit took a deep breath and took out a pill from his storage bag and swallowed it. Only then did he feel that the depleted spiritual energy in his body had recovered a bit.
Ji Chongming squinted his eyes and naturally saw what Snow Spirit had done.
At once, he understood that like himself, Snow Spirit was at the end of his strength. Now it was a matter of who had more skills and could hold on until the end.
Red Morning Sun quickly dodged when Ji Chongming attacked Snow Spirit. Like the disciples of Qingyun Sword Sect, she was dealing with the resentful spirits formed by the black mist.
The resentful spirits were all in a lifeless black - gray color. Their heads still showed the tragic state of the person before death, and below the head was only black mist.
Once they saw the sword - wielding disciples, they rushed forward recklessly. Most of the disciples of Qingyun Sword Sect were sword cultivators and were not good at spells. For a moment, most of the disciples were being chased by the resentful spirits.
The disciples were at a disadvantage. If they were possessed by the resentful spirits, it would be troublesome. Red Morning Sun gritted her teeth and spread her voice with spiritual power.
"Dear senior brothers, senior sisters, junior brothers, and junior sisters, please don't panic. The resentful spirits are afraid of spells. Those fellow disciples who know spells, please use them to fight against the resentful spirits.
"Disciples who don't know spells, try to use sword qi and talismans. As cultivators, we must stabilize our minds and not fall into chaos!
"Disciples without actual combat experience, please find senior brothers and senior sisters with combat experience and assist them. Or form groups of two or three. Don't act alone!"
With Red Morning Sun's reminder, some younger disciples forced themselves to calm down and stopped waving their swords randomly.
They all had some talismans on them. The talismans could release some low - level spells. When several disciples got together and used low - level spells simultaneously, they could barely deal with the resentful spirits.
The situation improved instantly. Gradually, there were no more scenes of disciples being chased everywhere by the resentful spirits.
Master Honghua looked at Red Morning Sun appreciatively and sighed to Master Hongdie beside him, "That's your child. You should be proud. She has grown so fast. It's good that our Qingyun Sword Sect has someone to carry on."
Master Hongdie slightly raised her chin. A smile appeared on her gorgeous face, and there were tears glistening in the corners of her eyes.
As a mother, she was happy for her child. As Red Morning Sun's master, she was proud of her disciple.
This feeling made her extremely glad that when she was betrayed by that scumbag, she didn't abandon Red Morning Sun in a fit of anger.
She was her daughter, her proud disciple, and from now on, she would also become a source of pride in others' eyes!
The fight continued.
In a moment of distraction, Snow Spirit's Buddhist beads hit Ji Chongming's chest hard. A burning pain immediately emerged from the injured area.
But after taking the pill, his demonic energy rose, and this slight pain was quickly covered by the rising demonic energy.
The two fought back and forth, but it seemed that Snow Spirit had the upper hand.
Ji Chongming's attention was all on Snow Spirit, so his control over the Soul - Locking Flag was not as strong. The people in the dream all felt a tremor.
Shen Qing and Li Xian supported each other. They were almost shaken to the ground by this tremor.
"Is the dream... about to break?"
Shen Qing saw that the surrounding scene seemed to have become a bit blurred, so she guessed that Ji Chongming should have started fighting with the disciples brought by Red Morning Sun.
Ling Zhou spread his spiritual sense and noticed that this dream had started to collapse.
"Little disciple, it seems that we have to be ready at any time."
Shen Qing nodded. Just now, they had discussed how to seize Ji Chongming's body. Now that the dream was trembling, it proved that Ji Chongming's control over the Soul - Locking Flag was not as strong as before. This was their good opportunity.
"Li Xian, do you have a way to make Lin Yibai's soul fall into a temporary slumber?"
Lin Yibai's physical body was also outside. If she didn't want to stay in the dream anymore, she could also leave the Soul - Locking Flag and return to her own body during the tremor of the dream.
But this was not what Shen Qing wanted to see. She needed Lin Yibai to stay in this dream forever.
Stay in this dream that she had created with her own hands.
Li Xian rummaged through his storage bag. He did have a way to make the soul fall into a temporary slumber, but he didn't know if the materials in his storage bag were complete.
After rummaging around, Li Xian finally found all the talismans. He added two more strokes with cinnabar on the already - drawn talismans. "This will do. This talisman will make her sleep for two hours."
Shen Qing whispered, "Only two hours..."
"It should be enough..."
Many scenes in the dream had started to dissipate. Shen Qing, Li Xian, and Ling Zhou were forced to appear in front of Lin Yibai.
By now, Lin Yibai didn't even have the strength to curse. Her spiritual body was injured, and the pain she suffered would be twice as much as that of the physical body.
Pei Xuanjing and the others were determined to torture Lin Yibai. They never struck a fatal blow but only made her constantly feel the pain.
"Shen Qing, it's you!"
When Lin Yibai saw Shen Qing, she let out an angry growl from her throat. She was full of resentment, but since she couldn't move, she could only express her hatred with her eyes.
She was so embarrassed now. Looking at Shen Qing again, in her elegant sect disciple's robe with her hair neatly tied up in a heroic ponytail, she was dazzling.
Li Xian stood beside Shen Qing, with only Shen Qing in his eyes. No one else could catch his attention.
Behind the two of them stood a tall and handsome man. The man's eyes were full of sarcasm, but they were gentle when he looked at Shen Qing.
And her three former admirers all stood behind Shen Qing in unison, as if they were showing off their achievements.
How could such a scene not stimulate her?
Originally, the one who was surrounded by everyone and doted on was her!