Mortal: Fairy Song Yu has issued you a task.

Chapter 127 The Siege Failed and the Victims Were Killed

Three streaks of light flew out from Tianzhu Peak.

Lin Jingchu turned to Xue Ning and said, "Red Coral Island and Water Luo Island are quite far apart, so we'll have to trouble Fairy Xue this time."

Xue Ning smiled and returned the greeting, saying, "Fellow Daoist Lin, you are too kind. Fairy Song's skill in formations far surpasses mine, and I must rely on her greatly." Her eyes swept between Lin Jingchu and Song Yu, and she smiled warmly, "The two of you are a loving couple, but you must go your separate ways this time. Please don't miss each other too much."

Song Yu's expression was aloof, and he smiled calmly: "Official business is of utmost importance; there's no need for talk of longing."

At the same time, a subtle voice transmission quietly reached Lin Jingchu's ears: "Junior brother, be careful, this trip may be a trap."

Lin Jingchu remained outwardly calm and replied telepathically, "Don't worry, I've made all the necessary preparations. They're the ones who should be worried. Senior Sister, you should also be careful, especially keep an eye on Xue Ning."

"I know. I have several magical artifacts that you crafted to protect me, so even a late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator can't do anything to me." Song Yu's tone was calm, but it was full of confidence.

Besides the Star-Weaving Silver Bracelet, Lin Jingchu also crafted a close-fitting inner armor for Song Yu, several black miasma beads made from the venom sacs of the third-level demon beast, the Crimson Ink Fish, and the flying shuttle magic weapon she was currently standing on—the White Dragon Shuttle.

This shuttle is covered in white scales, shaped like a swimming fish, and when fully activated, its speed is only slightly slower than that of the Azure Wing Boat.

In addition, Lin Jingchu also handed over the Cold Moon Wheel and the Glass Gourd to Song Yu to use.

The three flew for three days on their magical artifacts before parting ways.

Song Yu and Xue Ning continued their journey together, their two streaks of light blending together. Lin Jingchu, however, changed direction and headed alone towards the more distant Red Coral Island.

One day later.

At the horizon where the sea meets the sky, a red outline has begun to appear. Below, the once azure sea is now dotted with patches of dark reefs, the remains of dead coral reefs.

Lin Jingchu steered the Azure Wing Boat swiftly past the reefs, maintaining his speed. Red Coral Island was now in sight; they would arrive in about half an hour.

Suddenly, he became alert and abruptly stopped the boat.

However, it was too late. Thick white fog rose rapidly from the small reef below, instantly enveloping an area of ​​hundreds of feet in radius.

Lin Jingchu, high in the sky, had no time to react before being enveloped in it. At the same time, he heard ethereal singing, a seductive and intoxicating melody that seemed to penetrate his consciousness and attempt to erode his mind.

Beyond the vast white mist, three figures stood riding their weapons.

The scholar with the paper fan gently waved his folding fan, a smug smile playing on his lips: "Even if this Lin fellow is a master of formations, once he enters my 'Bewitching Sound Illusionary Soul Formation,' he won't escape easily."

Looking at the swirling white mist before him, He Tianlong laughed loudly, "Brother Yu's mastery of formations is naturally extraordinary. If it weren't for his disdain for the Three Immortals Sect, they would have invited you to be their guest elder."

Another withered old man swept his divine sense over the blue figure darting around in the formation and said disdainfully, "This Lin fellow is nothing special. I should have known better than to come along. I should take advantage of this free time to go into seclusion and prepare to break through to the Core Formation stage."

He had barely finished speaking—

A sharp, incomparably powerful golden sword light silently pierced the withered old man's back from afar!

clang!

A piercing sound of metal clashing rang out! He Tianlong managed to draw his broadsword in time to block the fatal blow, but the burst of golden sword energy still made the withered old man stagger.

"Who goes there!"

The three of them each took out their protective magical artifacts and turned around to look behind them. Dozens of feet away, a figure in cyan robes was holding a long sword covered in scales and was coldly watching them.

Lin Jingchu himself smiled politely and said, "Am I not the person you want to kill? That old man, it seems you can only achieve the Core Formation in your next life."

Having said that, he released his clone, which was still trapped in the white mist, and with a slash of his sword, a sword wheel composed of five light swords roared out.

"You arrogant brat!" The withered old man roared in anger, slapped his storage bag, and six five-inch long bone needles shot out, transforming into six streams of light that flew towards Lin Jingchu.

The scholar with the paper fan was not to be outdone. He flung out his folding fan, which traced an unpredictable trajectory and split into three ink-shadow folding fans, slashing from different angles.

Meanwhile, He Tianlong's broadsword blazed with blood-red light as he swung it directly at the sword wheel.

The sky above the reef island was filled with continuous roars, as fan shadows, needle points, sword lights, and blade energies intertwined and collided, and spiritual energy surged.

Although he was not at a disadvantage against three opponents, Lin Jingchu's heart sank slightly—these three were not easy to deal with.

One person focuses on defense, playing a steady and methodical approach; the other two employ unpredictable and elusive attacks, cooperating seamlessly.

Lin Jingchu stepped onto a water lily, his figure flashing past several fan shadows, while at the same time, the mouth of his spirit beast pouch slightly opened. Three chilling, jet-black centipedes flew out.

They exhaled chilling white breath, freezing the pursuing paper fan shadows into ice blocks in mid-air.

Lin Jingchu then flickered his body, creating a clone that, along with three six-winged frost centipedes, entangled the scholar with the paper fan. Meanwhile, his main body flashed forward, lunging straight at the withered old man.

Seeing Lin Jingchu dare to charge at him, the withered old man laughed in fury, "You're courting death!"

He made a hand seal, and six bone needles swirled in the air, emitting eerie green flames, blocking all of Lin Jingchu's evasion routes from different angles.

The old man patted his storage bag again, and a black banner flew out, growing longer in the wind until it became a giant banner three zhang long.

As the banner fluttered, a hideous skeletal ghost head roared out, accompanied by billowing gloomy winds.

Facing the approaching Yin Wind Ghost Head, Lin Jingchu's expression turned strange. Ignoring it, he turned around and unleashed another sword wheel attack on He Tianlong on the other side.

He Tianlong used the same trick again, raising his sword to meet the attack. However, at the very moment of impact, a dazzling white light shone from the edge of the sword wheel—the Cold Moon Clang!

The broadsword snapped in two! The sword wheel continued its momentum, giving He Tianlong no chance to react before cleaving him in two at the waist!

Blood was instantly splattered across the sky.

The withered old man and the scholar with the paper fan were both stunned, disbelief flashing in their eyes. He Tianlong was a veteran expert in the late Foundation Establishment stage, yet he was killed with a single sword strike?

Lin Jingchu calmly tossed out a spirit beast pouch. Countless black dots gushed out from the pouch's opening, rushing towards the Yin Wind Ghost Head like dark clouds.

The ferocious skull was instantly devoured by the Heavenly Crystal Ants, howling in agony. Then, it turned and pounced on the withered old man holding the banner, carrying the Heavenly Crystal Ants on its body.

The ghost head burrowed into the banner, escaping the crystal ants, but the old man was in trouble. He was instantly wrapped into a cocoon by the crystal ants that had hitched a ride on him.

If Lin Jingchu hadn't asked Xiao Jing to spare his life, he would have been devoured on the spot.

In an instant, only the scholar with the paper fan remained on the field. He still wanted to escape, but how could he outrun Lin Jingchu, who possessed the Azure Wing Boat? He was caught up in no time, and his sealed meridians were brought back.

Lin Jingchu threw the two men onto the rocks and looked down at them: "You two, who's willing to speak first—who's the person behind it all? Whoever speaks first will suffer less."

The waters off Shuiluo Island, 400 miles away.

A white light chased after a blue light, but the blue light was extremely fast and was gradually left behind by the white light.

Song Yu stopped with a frosty expression, watching helplessly as the blue light disappeared into the horizon, and could only turn around and fly back.

Not long ago, Xue Ning, who was beside her, suddenly launched a sneak attack. However, Song Yu was prepared and used the Star-Weaving Silver Bracelet to seriously injure him.

Immediately afterwards, the cultivator surnamed Kong, along with a short, ugly man and two mid-Foundation Establishment cultivators, launched a siege against Song Yu.

After a fierce battle, they grew increasingly alarmed. Their opponent possessed a plethora of top-tier magical artifacts, and his unknown Phoenix Shadow Secret Technique was also incredibly powerful, his movements unpredictable and his attacks exceptionally sharp.

After a few moves, the attackers were either dead or wounded. The short, ugly man had his arm severed by the Cold Moon Wheel, and one of the two mid-Foundation Establishment cultivators was poisoned by the Black Pearl, while the other was torn to pieces by the Star-Weaving Silver Bracelet.

Xue Ning was already seriously injured and unconscious, and her fate was unknown after falling into the sea.

Only the cultivator surnamed Kong managed to escape unscathed thanks to his extremely fast wind escape technique.

The cultivator surnamed Kong stopped flying, his face pale. He took out several spirit pills and swallowed them, and only then did his breathing become slightly more stable.

"Damn it, where did she come from? How could she possibly be a rogue cultivator?" He cursed through gritted teeth. "I wonder how things are going on He Tianlong's side. Two late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivators and one fake Core Formation cultivator, three against one shouldn't be a problem, right?"

The cultivator surnamed Kong, with a gloomy face, hovered in mid-air, waiting quietly.

Half a day later, a blue raptor flew to his side and circled around him.

Wang Haiqing transmitted the blurry images he saw to his master through a soul contract.

The cultivator surnamed Kong's face turned deathly pale instantly, terrified. The next moment, a sinister glint flashed in his eyes, and he sped off towards Kui Xing Island.

There's only one way left now.