I Don’T Want To Be This Master For A Day Anymore. Chapter 55

I’m afraid Xiaowan won’t love me

The group of people walked forward for about the time it took to touch a stick of incense, and the evil atmosphere around them became very thick.

Qiu Yin’an was not only suppressed by this evil spirit, but his body also felt uncomfortable. His whole body seemed to be tightly wrapped in a gauze soaked in ice water. The more he tried to get rid of it, the tighter the clammy stickiness wrapped around him. Qiu Yin’an was tortured by this discomfort and became anxious and weak.

He glanced at everyone, and everyone’s expressions were as usual.

Qiu Yin felt strange. Could it be that he was the only one to be tortured by the evil spirit here?

After leaving this blood cave, he had to go to Wan Zong Mountain to have a look. Even if it was a fragment, he would read it carefully to find out what was going on.

Perhaps Qiu Yin’an’s expression was really bad. Even though he didn’t say anything, Wan Qiongju’s attention was attracted. “Master, would you like to stop and rest for a while?”

“It’s okay. Let’s make a quick decision and leave this hellish place as soon as possible.”

As he replied, an icy cold air rushed straight to Qiu Yin’an’s spine, causing him to suddenly shiver. “Xiao Wan, how are you feeling? Is the spiritual energy in your body still turbulent?”

“Don’t worry about me, I’m fine.” Wan Qiongju took Qiu Yin’an’s hand and squeezed, “Look, we are already here.”

Qiu Yin’an raised his eyes and saw a bluestone statue standing in the center of the altar not far away. The statue was about the same size as a normal man. The carvings were a bit rough, and the five fingers were clumsily connected together. At a glance, it was clear that it was not a carefully crafted thing.

There were many crooked words engraved on the altar under the stone statue. Qiu Yin’an leaned forward and squinted his eyes to take a closer look, and then he saw clearly that all the words engraved on it were – Liusu Tianjun deserves death.

“It turns out that the pond bell beast is the spiritual pet of Tianjun Liusu.” Qiu Yin’an’s eyes fell back on the statue again, “Could this be the statue of Tianjun Liusu?”

“Eighty percent of this is due to Tan Zhong Beast’s unwillingness to deliberately carve such an ugly stone statue.” Wan Qiongju replied.

There are eight narrow stone paths outside the stone altar. There are huge gaps between the stone paths. Below the gaps is a pitch-black abyss. If you want to get to the dark center of the altar, you can only walk on these stone paths.

Qiu Yin’an looked at the stone path at her feet and was about to take a step when she was pulled back by Jian Fan and pushed into Wan Qiongju’s arms, “Don’t go, these eight roads are eight soul-locking black iron chains.”

Qiu Yin’an stood up straight and took Wan Qiongju back a step, “Why doesn’t the Tan Bell Beast show up? Where is it?”

Qiu Yin’an had just finished asking this question when he heard the sound of slow footsteps coming from the end of the stone path. He turned around and saw a graceful girl wearing white gauze with one pink collarbone exposed, walking towards them with tears in her eyes. The girl said softly: “Young masters, help me -”

“Don’t believe it.” Jian Fan immediately reminded: “This is the illusion of the remnant soul controlled by the Tan Bell Beast. It is specially used to seduce wandering souls.”

“Why are you talking so much?” Changchuan snorted impatiently, quickly formed a hand gesture with his fingertips, and a golden and black spiritual talisman flew out, right against the woman’s heart. The woman’s figure suddenly stagnated, and instantly turned into fine sand all over the sky, falling rustlingly.

Before the grains of sand completely touched the ground, there was a crunching sound, and many small cracks appeared in the stone statue behind it, as if the whole body was covered with a spider web.

Before anyone could react, the stone statue suddenly exploded, and a living creature several feet long, like a python, with a mysterious blue light all over its body, rushed out. It opened its huge mouth full of fangs and hissed at Changchuan who was throwing the talisman.

Just as Jian Fan said, the eight stone paths turned into eight black iron chains, imprisoning the Tan Bell Beast.

Seeing so many people at this moment, the Tan Bell Beast was like a vicious dog seeing fresh meat. It rushed forward. After many attempts to no avail, it confirmed that even if it stretched out its tongue, it could not reach any of these people, and then resigned to its fate and was pulled back by the straight black iron chain.

Qiu Yin’an looked at the Tan Bell Beast standing bowed in front of him, and a passage recorded in a certain classic flashed through his mind.

The Tan Bell Beast is shaped like a giant python. Its entire body is covered with blue scales. Its scales are as strong as black iron. It can be chopped with sharp swords, but only shallow marks can be left on the surface of the scales. In the end, nothing can break through its protection.

However, when eating, it needs to open its huge mouth to chew. There are three scales on the top of the skull near the forehead, which will roll up as the jaws open and close, temporarily exposing the soft flesh under the scales. This is its natural flaw. If you take advantage of the gap to attack, it can hurt the main body.

The Wu Xiu brought the body with him this time, probably because he wanted to use this method, hoping to find an opportunity to strike while the Tan Bell Beast was eating.

Qiu Yin’an looked at Long Yue’s body controlled by silver chains, and the fear and pain before death were still fixed on his face.

This Long Yue Xing Shi was really pitiful. During his lifetime, Chen Liang assigned a witch cultivator to dig up his body and kill him. After his death, his bones were left unrest and became a bait to attract ferocious beasts. Even though Qiu Yin’an had never been friends with him, he still felt depressed for this person who died in vain.

Qiu Yin’an’s pitiful eyes disturbed Chang Chuan, the instigator, “Mu Yang Xianzun, why are you frowning at this? If you are a good person, come and replace him. If you are a living person, the Tan Bell Beast will definitely love you more.”

Hearing these words, Wan Qiongju instantly raised his eyes, his eyes firmly fixed on Changchuan. The coldness in his eyes was three points heavier than this evil blood-melted cave. His voice was not dry, but full of anger, “Why do I think you are more suitable? Although your appearance is not old., but you were once the person who followed the great witch cultivator. You have a soul in this shell, which must be hundreds of years old at least. New souls are easy to get, but old souls are rare. The Tan Bell Beast must want to change its taste and taste what this old soul tastes like.”

At present, Qiu Yin’an felt that his combat power was insufficient, and he was afraid that Changchuan would be angered and Wan Qiongju would definitely suffer if he started fighting with Wan Qiongju. He quickly dissuaded Wan Qiongju, “Forget it, don’t be quick to talk.”

Wan Qiongju’s voice softened, and he enlightened Qiu Yin’an: “Master, don’t think too much. Now Long Yue is acting as a bait to kill Chen Liang, and he is also seeking revenge for himself.”

“Yes, I know.” Qiu Yin’an lowered his eyes and nodded.

People cannot be resurrected, so even if he has mercy, he has to watch the witch cultivator use Long Yue’s body as bait. How can he succeed if his mother’s heart is overflowing now?

Changchuan’s eyebrows were lowered, and another humiliating voice for Qiu Yin’an rolled out of his throat. Just before the voice was about to open up, the beast in the altar let out a dull roar.

Qiu Yin’an looked intently, and suddenly a black mist surged out from under the eight black iron chains. Countless souls came out with the mist, some were only half-shadows, and some had only a strand of souls, densely gathered into a group, which was both eerie and disgusting.

Following the dull roar of the Tan Bell Beast, the remnant souls rushed towards a few people as if they had been ordered. The Tan Bell Beast was tied with eight black iron chains and could not leave the world, but the remnant souls he controlled could.

Qiu Yin’an subconsciously hugged Wan Qiongju behind him, completely ignoring the fact that he was very uncomfortable being suppressed by this evil spirit.

“Back off.” Jian Fan summoned the witch flag and raised it. The golden and black light passed over the remaining spirit at the front. With a bang, the remaining spirit exploded, enveloping black mist and scattering into the air, carrying a fishy smell.

Qiu Yin’an and the others retreated to a distance. Jian Fan quickly escaped and flew to join them. He said to Changchuan: “Changchuan, you control Long Yue’s body to clear the way. We will take the opportunity to go to the center of the altar. The pond bell beast swallows Long Yue, so we will find an opportunity to attack the top of the pond bell beast’s head.”

“Wait a minute.” Wan Qiongju immediately stepped forward and stopped the group of shaman cultivators who were about to leave. “The residual soul is easy to deal with, but once you enter the realm of iron chains, the giant mouth of the Tan Bell Beast will be close at hand. What if someone is swallowed by him?”

Jian Fan replied without hesitation: “Then the remaining people can kill the Tan Bell Beast at the right time.”

As expected, the witch cultivator never takes anyone’s life seriously, and he does the same to his own people now.

Qiu Yin’an wanted to tell his innocent and kind disciple to stop meddling in other people’s business, but he saw a strong look of worry on Wan Qiongju’s face. Qiu Yin’an’s head tightened, and there was a hint of sullenness in his eyes. His voice rose unconsciously, “Are you worried about their safety?”

“No, Master has a blood feud with them. How can I worry about them.” Wan Qiongju hurriedly grabbed Qiu Yin’an’s sleeve, “It’s just that we have agreed to join forces with them. If we let them risk their lives now without telling them about a better way, wouldn’t it be unbenevolent and righteous?”

Seeing that Qiu Yin’an had no intention of getting angry, he took Qiu Yin’an’s hand and shook it, “Master, our Qingxuan Peak is a famous and upright sect, we are different from them, right?”

Qiu Yin’an choked at the young man’s words.

If it were anyone else, he would definitely have the same idea as Wan Qiongju, but now he was facing a witch cultivator. The witch cultivator cursed him so much that he was the only one left in his family, and he was also facing a short life. Why should he put his righteousness first? He wished that all the witch cultivators would die.

But if Wan Qiongju knew such narrow and evil thoughts in his heart, would he have any thoughts about him and stop loving him?

Qiu Yin’an is afraid.

He was lost in thought for a long time, and his mind went blank. Finally, he was brought back to his thoughts by Wan Qiongju’s voice calling him. Qiu Yin’an’s tense cheeks relaxed slightly, and he asked Wan Qiongju: “Do you have any better solution?”