Mortal: Fairy Song Yu has issued you a task.

Chapter 25 A murderous aura grips the heart; fellow disciples turn on each other.

【Rare Treasure - Jade Heart Pendant】: Carefully carved from icy warm jade, wearing it can calm the mind and clear the spirit. It can effectively suppress external demons and eliminate distracting thoughts. It is an essential treasure for those who have not yet achieved great success in cultivating the Tongming Lingxi.

Lin Jingchu looked at the warm, smooth jade pendant in his hand, which emitted a clear and pleasant halo under the misty light.

He had no time to examine it closely at the moment, and quickly put the jade pendant into his bosom and kept it close to his body.

"Junior Brother Lin." A soft voice called out.

Lin Jingchu turned around upon hearing the sound, and Song Yu had already tidied her clothes and simply tied up her black hair.

Although she looked a little disheveled, she had regained her usual gentle and elegant fairy-like appearance, except that the faint blush on the tips of her ears had not yet faded.

What are your plans next?

"Senior Sister Song, I just vaguely sensed an extremely weak air movement upstream of the underground river."

Lin Jingchu then pointed upwards to the cave ceiling, where loose rocks or stalactites were constantly falling:

"This cave doesn't seem very stable. We'd better find a way out and leave first."

Having said that, he hung the Mist Mirror high above his head, using the hazy mist light as illumination, and led the way upstream.

The two of them walked with difficulty for about ten feet in the half-collapsed cave. Suddenly, the view opened up ahead, and a gentle breeze fluttered their hair and clothes.

Exports are in sight!

However, Song Yu suddenly stopped, and a jade artifact shaped like a conch shell and pure white flew out from the storage bag at his waist and hovered in front of him.

"No! There's a malevolent aura! And it's very unusual."

Upon hearing this, Lin Jingchu drew his sword in alertness, and the Mist Mirror hovered in front of him, but he could not detect anything unusual.

But he dared not be careless and continued forward cautiously with Song Yu.

After turning two more bends, a huge cave came into view, with a crack in the cave ceiling in the distance letting in sunlight.

However, besides the hope of escaping, on the open ground by the dark river, two figures sat cross-legged several feet apart, silently practicing their internal energy.

"Uncle Mu?! The one surnamed Meng?" Lin Jingchu recognized the two at a glance, and immediately sensed something was wrong.

The two men had pale faces tinged with a dark reddish hue, their brows furrowed, and veins bulging on their foreheads, clearly struggling against something.

Upon hearing the call, Uncle Mu opened his eyes with difficulty.

He looked at Lin Jingchu and Song Yu, his eyes bloodshot: "There is malevolent energy here that can corrupt the mind. You must be careful."

Lin Jingchu was stunned upon hearing this! A murderous aura invaded his heart? But why was he completely unaware of it? He turned his head and thought of the Jade Heart Pendant in his arms. Upon closer inspection, a cool and tranquil feeling kept coming from him.

Meanwhile, Meng Guanyun, who was sitting cross-legged on the other side of the dark river, opened his eyes and looked over. The next moment, his eyes suddenly bulged out.

"Fairy Song, what brings you here?"

Song Yu frowned slightly, feeling a strong sense of malice and greed wash over her. She subconsciously moved closer to Lin Jingchu's side, and the two, who were already half a step apart, were now almost touching shoulders and arms, their breaths mingling.

Upon seeing this, Meng Guanyun's eyes widened in fury, and he roared, "Lin Jingchu, it's you again!"

Before he could finish speaking, the spiritual energy around him suddenly became chaotic, and the last glimmer of clarity in his eyes was completely swallowed up by the baleful aura, turning into a crimson red.

"Go to hell!"

He suddenly leaped up from the ground and pounced on Lin Jingchu like a madman!

At the same time, two gleaming flying swords whistled out from his sides, circling endlessly to the left and right.

Upon seeing this sudden change, Uncle Mu, who had been suppressing the malevolent energy, tried to get up to stop him, but as soon as he moved, the malevolent energy surged again, so he had no choice but to sit down cross-legged again.

Seeing Meng Guanyun rushing towards him with bloodshot eyes, Lin Jingchu activated the Mist Mirror, which spun rapidly, unleashing a shield of misty light that blocked his path.

Almost simultaneously, the radiant white jade conch shell in front of Song Yu shone brightly, and circles of visible pale blue spiritual light waves rippled outwards, enveloping what lay ahead.

The two flying swords swayed precariously under the interference of the sound waves. However, the difference between the late stage of Qi Refining and the early stage of Foundation Establishment was huge. The flying swords slowed down slightly, but still broke through the sound waves and crashed hard into the misty light shield!

"Pfft! Splat!"

The misty shield rippled violently, easily pierced by the flying sword! It was finally barely blocked by the cloud-woven robe's radiant shield hidden within it.

"Are you crazy? How dare you attack a fellow disciple!" Lin Jingchu shouted angrily.

Meng Guanyun suddenly changed his hand gestures!

The two flying swords made a nimble turn in the air, drawing two huge arcs to the left and right, like venomous snakes emerging from their holes, bypassing the frontal defenses and heading straight for Lin Jingchu's back.

His face was contorted with rage as he roared maniacally, "Song Yu is mine! What right does a homeless stray dog ​​like you have to possess her!"

Before Lin Jingchu could react, Song Yu's face turned frosty, her voice filled with anger: "Junior Brother Lin, this martial uncle has been attacked by evil energy. Defend him with all your might!"

Before he could finish speaking, the two cold glints had already turned and were aimed straight at the back of Lin Jingchu's head!

Before Lin Jingchu could turn the Mist Mirror around, a three-foot-long, spinning, diamond-shaped ice crystal appeared out of thin air, blocking the path of the flying sword.

"clang--"

The two flying swords sparked as they slid off course to the side, disappearing deep into the adjacent rock wall.

"You actually protected him!" Meng Guanyun roared hoarsely when he saw Song Yu make a move.

He pointed his fingertip to his brow, and a drop of blood was forcibly extracted. "Then you can all die together!"

"puff!"

As soon as the essence blood left the body, it turned into two blood lines and disappeared into the blades of the two flying swords nailed to the rock wall!

"Buzzing—!!!"

The flying sword, having absorbed the essence of blood, suddenly trembled violently, and a dazzling light burst forth from its blade.

"Whoosh! Whoosh!"

The two swords transformed into two beams of white light, shooting towards Lin Jingchu and Song Yu.

Its speed and ferocity far exceeded those of the previous ones by several times.

"boom!"

Two beams of white light arrived simultaneously, followed by a deafening explosion, sending debris and dust billowing everywhere where the two were standing.

"Nephew Lin! Nephew Song!" Uncle Mu's eyes were bloodshot with rage, but he was powerless to help.

However, the next moment, Lin Jingchu suddenly burst out of the smoke, his Qingfeng sword flashing with spiritual light, and slashed fiercely at Meng Guanyun, whose aura was slightly weakened.

clang--

Amidst the deafening clang of metal against metal, the Qingfeng sword slashed fiercely at a layer of scales.

The scale-armored artifact suddenly ejected a layer of golden armor shadow, and Lin Jingchu took advantage of the force to spin back. The next moment, two white lights brushed past his clothes.

Meng Guanyun was sent flying backward by the sword strike, like a kite with a broken string. He crashed hard into the rock wall behind him, his clothes torn, his hair disheveled, and he looked like a madman.

Although the armor blocked the fatal blow, the impact was still quite painful.

"Cough—very good!"

He coughed up blood, and his hands formed a hand seal again. The two white flying swords beside him began to gradually become transparent and illusory, eventually leaving only two inconspicuous twisted outlines.

"Die!" Meng Guanyun grinned maliciously, pointing a finger at Lin Jingchu who had just landed.

Lin Jingchu's pupils contracted sharply, and almost without thinking, he instantly raised the Mist Mirror to protect himself.

However, in the next instant—

A chilling, bone-deep sense of death came from his back.