The ruins of Bianjing were like a huge cemetery, filled with a foul smell, which was like countless rotting corpses fermenting underground, making people feel sick. In this rotten smell, the newly added smell of rust was mixed in, like the smell of blood spilling from an old wound, adding a bit of weirdness to this dead place. Lin Feng held the broken sword and groped forward in the ruins with difficulty. He was careful with every step. The ground was full of rubble and ruins, and he would trip if he was not careful. Suddenly, the fragments of the Wuxiang Mirror in his arms became hot without warning, like a red-hot iron. Then, the residual soul of the mirror spirit let out a sharp hiss, and the sound was like a sharp blade cutting through the night sky: "It's a fox demon! Those refugees have the breath of the Netherworld Crack!" Lin Feng suddenly stopped and his body tensed up instantly, like a vigilant cheetah. He listened carefully, trying to catch any unusual sounds. In the distance, he could faintly hear the beating of human skin drums. The sound was dull and suppressed, and each beat was like a heavy hammer hitting his heart, causing his heartbeat to become disordered.
Lin Feng followed the direction of the sound and quietly approached the broken wall. Before he got close, a strange low moaning sound came, and the sound was like countless wronged souls crying, which made his hair stand on end. When he approached the broken wall, the scene in front of him made him gasp in shock. He saw dozens of refugees naked, exuding a disgusting smell. Their eyes had been cruelly gouged out, and dark red blood scabs condensed in the empty eye sockets, like a dried blood pool, exuding a breath of despair. They held blood-stained bone needles in their hands and pierced each other with the "Nine Infants Totem". These totems are composed of twisted lines, each of which is like a twisting venomous snake. When combined together, they look like nine hideous heads, each head with a bloody mouth, as if to devour everything in the world. Whenever blood slowly seeps into the lines, the totem seems to be injected with life and begins to wriggle, like a living thing, which makes people's scalps numb. There was a man in the crowd who looked crazy. He suddenly cut off his ear, and the blood gushed out like a stream, but he seemed to be unconscious and threw the cut flesh and blood into the bronze tripod in the center of the altar. The boiling black blood in the bronze tripod instantly devoured the flesh and blood, and then, a pungent smoke rose up, and the smoke was filled with a suffocating smell, as if it came from the miasma of hell.
"Flesh and blood are the truth! Only the incomplete can be redeemed!" The crowd seemed to be controlled by some evil force, and suddenly shouted in unison, the voice was hoarse and crazy, echoing in the ruins, which was creepy. Lin Feng's eyes searched the crowd, and suddenly he noticed a child of seven or eight years old standing behind the altar. The child was wearing a big red bellyband, and the bright red color was particularly dazzling in this bloody and weird scene. The face that should have been innocent, at this moment, was frighteningly weird. His pupils were as black as ink, like two bottomless black holes that could suck people's souls into them. On the neck, a fox-shaped birthmark suddenly appeared. The birthmark flickered with the child's breathing, like a dormant fox, ready to launch a fatal attack at any time. The child seemed to notice Lin Feng's gaze, and suddenly turned his head, grinning to reveal his white teeth, and laughed like an old woman. The laughter was sharp and piercing, like the cry of a night owl: "Blind man, you are finally here."
"That child. was possessed by a fox demon." Lin Wanqiu's residual soul slowly emerged from the bone flute, with a deep sense of uneasiness in his voice, like the low hum before a storm. "It used forbidden magic to take over the pure yin body, and ordinary means can't kill it at all." The residual soul of the mirror spirit also trembled and added: "The blood of these believers has been cursed. Once attacked, they will self-destruct with enough power to turn everything around into dust!" As soon as the voice fell, the human skin drums around the altar suddenly exploded at the same time like a lit gunpowder barrel. The flying human skin fragments flew everywhere, like pieces of sharp blades. In this chaos, countless chains with talismans shot out, like ferocious venomous snakes, instantly trapping Lin Feng in the center.
The child jumped towards Lin Feng, and every step he took seemed strange, leaving black blood marks on the ground, which seemed to be a sign leading to hell. "Hand over the bone flute and dragon horn, and I will let these ants suffer less." His voice kept switching between high and low voices, sometimes as tender as a child's coquettishness, and sometimes as hoarse as an old woman who had experienced vicissitudes of life. The two voices intertwined together, making people shudder. Lin Feng clenched the broken sword, and his knuckles turned white because of the force. However, when he saw the believers around him raised the blood-stained bone needles and pointed them at his heart, he felt despair in his heart. As long as he made any move, these bewitched believers would immediately commit suicide. He couldn't let innocent people die because of him.
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"Only the dragon clan's heart-cutting and soul-changing technique might work." Lin Wanqiu's residual soul turned into green light, gently entwined on the bone flute, but her voice was filled with helplessness and sadness, "Using the blood of a loved one as a guide, the fox demon soul is replaced from the child's body, but the caster. will also lose the most important thing." Her voice gradually choked, as if her throat was choked by sadness, but Lin Feng had already understood the meaning, and his heart ached. At this moment, the mirror spirit suddenly screamed: "Be careful! It's going to open a rift!"
The child opened his arms, as if to embrace the whole world, but what he brought was endless disaster. The Nine Infants Totem on the ground of the altar was like an awakened demon, suddenly coming to life, instantly turning into nine blood pythons, opening their bloody mouths and entangled with Lin Feng. The fox-shaped birthmark on the child's neck quickly swelled, and the whole body began to twist and deform. Fox ears slowly emerged from the top of the head, and the fox tail also stretched out from behind, but the original child's face was still smiling strangely, and that smile made people shudder. At the same time, the breath of the cracks gushed out crazily from the ground, and countless tiny black holes appeared in the sky, as if countless pairs of demonic eyes were peeping at the world. Black mist continued to drip from the black hole and fell on the believers, instantly corroding their skin into honeycomb-shaped holes, but the believers seemed to be unconscious and still immersed in madness.
"The sacrifice begins!" The child controlled by the fox demon raised his hands high, his voice full of evil and madness. The believers took out their daggers, their eyes full of determination and fanaticism, and cut their throats without hesitation. Blood gushed out like a fountain, gathering into a huge blood array on the altar, which exuded a suffocating bloody smell, like a sea of ??blood. Lin Feng struggled hard in the blood python's restraints, and every struggle made the blood python wrap tighter, and blood kept dripping down his body. Suddenly, he touched the fragment of the dragon horn in his arms, which was the only relic of Lin Wanqiu. The moment he touched it, a warm power surged into his heart.
"Just use me." Lin Wanqiu's voice was firm and gentle, like a spring breeze, but with a determination to die. The residual soul turned into a stream of light and sank into the bone flute. The bone flute made a deafening dragon roar, as if wailing for Lin Wanqiu's sacrifice. The bronze dagger slowly floated up from the altar, the blade flashing with cold light, pointing at the heart of the child and Lin Feng's palm respectively. The moment the secret technique was activated, the whole world seemed to be paused, and time stood still. Lin Feng felt as if his consciousness floated away from his body, and countless fragments of memory flashed before his eyes: the morning mist of Qingtian Village, in that dreamy mist, he and Lin Wanqiu had walked together; Lin Wanqiu's red dress, fluttering in the wind, like a burning flame, illuminated his world; and her last smile, full of love and reluctance, was deeply imprinted in his heart.
The fox demon felt threatened and let out an unwilling scream, the sound seemed to tear the world apart. The child's body began to twitch violently, as if pierced by thousands of steel needles. Black mist gushed out of his seven orifices and condensed into the shadow of a fox demon in the air, which was filled with endless anger and fear. Lin Feng felt something being pulled out of his body, a pain that penetrated his soul. A fox-shaped birthmark similar to the child's appeared on his wound, and Lin Wanqiu's residual soul was quickly dissipating. "Live on." Her voice became weaker and weaker, like a candle in the wind, and finally turned into starlight and merged into the bone flute.
When the fox demon's residual soul was completely expelled, those crazy believers fell to the ground like puppets without strings, motionless. The child was unconscious, the birthmark on his neck had disappeared, and his innocent face was restored. In the distance, the sound of the Kunlun Ruins monk's sword was heard, and the sound cut through the sky like a devil's horn. Lin Feng picked up the child, dragged his tired body, and walked in the opposite direction.
