Mu An's gloomy face made him look even more like a stone statue. His skin was gray, unlike that of an ordinary person. But in this world full of descendants of gods and devils, he was not conspicuous. There were many people of all shapes and sizes on the road, some even had four arms and two faces.
"Lead the way." Without finding the enemy, he could not report back to the mansion and ask the Left Emissary and the Left Emissary for help. Moreover, he was far stronger than that useless Ji Tao. If Ji Tao could find a chance to call for help and save his life in a trap, why couldn't he?
He might even be able to kill the enemy!
The thin man with a mustache revealed a terrified expression, as if he was extremely afraid of the enemy who had once killed most of his companions. However, under Mu An's gloomy gaze, he still lowered his head, cowering as he entered the alley.
After a few steps, Mu An flipped his left hand and a pitch-black insect appeared in his palm. It circled in place, as if it was tasting the breath.
Suddenly, it made a bird-like sound and two pairs of transparent wings grew on its back. It rose into the air and flew towards the corner.
"Hmph, if she walked into a place with many people, her breath would be intertwined. My Gu Seeker has not broken through the limits of heaven and earth, so I'm afraid I won't be able to find her. But now, heh …" Mu An said to himself with a slight smugness.
If he remembered correctly, the man with the mustache beside him was the subordinate of that useless Ji Tao. Because they had gone through thick and thin together, he had gained Ji Tao's trust. So he had to show his skills and not be outdone by Ji Tao.
In the previous residence of the Turf Lord, he had used the Gu Seeker to remember the breath of the girl in green. Unfortunately, it was a bustling city outside with people coming and going. All kinds of breaths collided and seriously interfered with the Gu Seeker, rendering it useless. Now that they were in a remote alley, it was his chance to show off his skills!
Jiang Zhiwei, with the mustache, was slightly stunned when she saw this scene. If they had not been cautious, the girl in green would have been Ruan Yushu in disguise, and the ambush would have failed. The art of witchcraft was indeed strange and unpredictable. She was responsible for close combat, so she led the way and could not expose her breath, lest the enemy with a special bloodline be able to distinguish the slightest difference.
Such a choice was a sign of one's experience in Jianghu. If it had been Yuanyang and Weng Lingyu's team, they would never have thought of this. Even though Yuanyang was also an expert in Gu, she knew very little about the descendants of gods and devils.
The Person Finder Gu flew ahead, turning here and there as it got further and further into a secluded area. The trees were flourishing and there were few houses. Occasionally, there were sounds of conversation and smoke rising from chimneys, making the place even more peaceful.
Under such circumstances, Mu An suddenly shuddered, a strong sense of vigilance surged up.
Just as he was about to give up, he suddenly heard a soft cry. It was an indescribably beautiful and indescribable feeling, as if it came from the Ninth Heaven, attracting the cries of hundreds of birds.
His mind immediately buzzed, and his entire body trembled. His soul was separated from his body, and he was muddle-headed. He didn't know where he was, and he didn't know the changes in his surroundings.
Nine Heavens Phoenix Cries, one of the 12 Magical Sounds of Langhuan!
As they were worried that the other party's Art of Witchcraft was strange and that he would escape if they were not careful, and they wanted to capture him alive for information, Mengqi and the others came to the conclusion that they would go all out and not hold anything back!
The cries of the phoenix spiraled up into the Ninth Heaven. All sorts of birds flapped their wings and hovered low, chirping incessantly.
Seeing that Mu An was in a daze, Jiang Zhiwei unsheathed her long sword and pointed it at the center of the other party's brows. She tried to penetrate the Sword Qi, lock onto his Vital Spirit, and capture him alive.
There was nothing fancy about this strike, only pure speed and precision. But at this moment, Mu An's skin began to bulge with tiny bumps. They were densely packed all over his body, making one's hair stand on end.
Moreover, these bumps were all wriggling as if they were alive. It was as if there was a layer of insects hidden under his skin.
Poof, poof, poof. Brightly colored insects burrowed out and flew in all directions, carrying a little of Mu An's aura. He seemed to be trying to cut off his arm to survive!
As the lowest-level Gu Insect, their Vital Spirits were weak and could not distinguish the cries of the phoenix, so they were less affected. To deal with them, the most appropriate of the 12 Magical Sounds of Langhuan was the Sound of Soundless.
The center of Mu An's brows was stabbed, and his skin and muscles withered. His entire person looked like a giant insect. In midair, different colors appeared, like exploding fireworks.
Suddenly, the surroundings became dusky. Stars appeared, dazzling, and connected to form a long purple river, descending majestically.
The river of stars engulfed the surroundings, and all the Gu Insects were crushed into dust. Not a single one could escape.
Blood flowed from the corners of Mu An's eyes, nose, and mouth at the same time. His gaze was dull and ferocious.
Bang, his head, which had been struck by Jiang Zhiwei's finger on the center of his brows, suddenly exploded.
He could actually die from self-detonation when his Vital Spirit had been separated by the sound of the zither and locked by the Sword Qi?
The headless corpse did not fall to the ground. His arms and legs suddenly fell off, turning into four long black insects. With a whoosh, they scuttled in four directions.
Jiang Zhiwei unsheathed her long sword. The sword light shone brightly, and a long black insect was cut in the middle. It fell to the ground and twitched, leaving behind a pool of black blood.
The red sword light flew over, and a boundless and noble aura filled the air. It was as if a real dragon had descended. Wisps of Fire Qi curled up and intertwined with each other. It stuck close to the ground and chased after the three long insects. Grass Snake Gray Line, Thousands of Miles Long Veins!
The "Fire Dragon" was extremely fast. It quickly caught up with the three long black insects and burned them to ashes.
At this point, there was no way to prioritize capturing him alive!
Faced with the joint attack of several people, Mu An had no way to fight back. However, the Gu Witchcraft was strange, and it always had its own way of doing things.
At this moment, his body that had fallen to the ground suddenly wriggled. His skin expanded, and a giant centipede crawled out.
It was grayish-white in color, as if its body was made up of vertebrae. The joints were distinct, and a human face could be vaguely seen on its head. It was Mu An!
As soon as the centipede appeared, it burrowed into the ground, as if it had the ability to escape through the earth!
A figure descended from the sky. His body glowed with a faint golden hue, and his face was covered with rising flames. It was as if he was Vajra.
"Bang!" He squatted down, and the ground nearby trembled. Then, he reached down with both hands and grabbed the body of the grayish-white centipede, dragging it out.
This centipede was originally extraordinarily strong, but now it was useless no matter how hard it struggled. It was as if it was being clamped by steel pincers, crushed by mountains, and restrained by pure strength.
It circled up and wrapped itself around the person. Its many legs exerted force, clawing and scratching, and poison spewed out.
The faint golden hue was clear and bright, and the sound of friction that made one's teeth ache was incessant. However, all the attacks of the grayish-white centipede could not even leave a scratch on the person.
Just as it was about to try using the Nine Innate Apertures, a layer of crimson flames soared from the person's body, burning the centipede in excruciating pain. The entanglement immediately collapsed, and the centipede hung there like a dead snake.
The person who came was none other than Mengqi. If everything had gone smoothly, he would not have had to do anything. However, Mu An's body seemed to be composed of insects, making it impossible for people to guard against him, and he repeatedly found opportunities to escape. More than an hour ago, Mengqi had informed Jiang Shenghong, the commander of his personal army, of the information and flattered him. He said that Jiang Shenghong's kung fu was superior and more than enough to deal with the enemy, while Mu An's strength was not much, but he was still arrogant.
Therefore, Jiang Shenghong was satisfied and sent "Ji Tao" to help Mu An search.
With the scorched centipede in his hand, Mengqi's aura changed. It was as if the God of Fire had descended to the world, or as if a deity was looking down on the mortal world.
The Vital Spirit of Mu An, which was attached to the centipede, trembled. It felt as if the colors around it had faded, and beneath it was a bottomless ocean. Countless golden lights were hidden, sometimes leaping, and sometimes surging, bringing back memories.
After Mengqi performed the "Supernatural Power of Shaking Heaven and Hitting Earth", Mu An's Vital Spirit, which was sitting cross-legged on the ocean of his soul, was constantly changing. Strange and grayish-white patterns were tumbling inside, like a ferocious puppet.
Mu An, who had just suffered a few serious injuries, was powerless to resist Mengqi's spiritual invasion. Under the influence of the great spell, memory fragments flew out one by one, performing "Samsara" and revealing secrets.
All of a sudden, the golden fragments condensed and turned into a round mirror. The mirror reflected the dim secret chamber, where a man in his twenties was sitting cross-legged. He was dressed in a black robe and had a cold temperament. His face was pale, and his chin was like an awl.
"Yin Lenghui?" Mengqi's Vital Spirit trembled.
This person was the "Dissimilated Man" Yin Lenghui that Ji Tao had mentioned. There seemed to be another person sitting opposite him, but it was difficult to distinguish through the round mirror.
Yin Lenghui opened his eyes abruptly, and a grayish-white cloth puppet appeared in his hand.
Black flames rose from his palm and engulfed the cloth puppet in an instant.
At the same time, the sea of Mu An's spirit was ignited with the same flames, enveloping his Vital Spirit and spreading toward Mengqi.
The black flames were deep and did not emit the slightest bit of light or heat, but Mengqi felt that it was unusually dangerous.
Without hesitation, he endured the backlash of the Supernatural Power of Shaking Heaven and Hitting Earth. He pulled out his spirit and threw the centipede in his hand.
"Split up!" he shouted loudly.
Jiang Zhiwei and the others had no doubts. They trusted Mengqi fully and immediately fled far away.
The centipede had already been burned to ashes in mid-air and completely integrated into the black flames. The black flames contracted and changed, elongating into a big hand with five fingers emitting black gas. It grabbed at Mengqi.
A cold and gloomy feeling suddenly rose in Mengqi's body, as if his Vital Spirit was about to be grabbed by this big hand.
Soul Extraction!
Mengqi's whole body was surrounded by flowing flames, making it impossible to distinguish his breath or see his face clearly. Thus, he was not afraid of exposing his identity. He formed a seal with both hands and blocked in front of his body like a blooming lotus.
His whole body seemed to have become one with the earth, unmoving like a mountain!
The big hand of black flames reached in front of him and was hit by Mengqi's rotating hands. Crackling sounds rang out and flames shot in all directions. When the other party tried to extract his Vital Spirit, it felt like he was competing with the whole earth, unable to lift the incomparably heavy Vital Spirit.
The big hand of black flames collapsed and Mengqi disappeared. He flashed into a nearby stove, where the "human fire" was burning.
With the help of the nearby fire of thousands of families, Mengqi quickly fled far away and disappeared without a trace.
After a while, a black-robed man appeared at the place where Mu An had just been surrounded. He had a cold and gloomy temperament and his face was pale.
Yin Lenghui looked around viciously for a while. Unable to find any clues, he snorted heavily and turned to leave.
…
In the Left Governor's Mansion, Zuo Hanfeng was furious at Mu An's death. He summoned all the guards, generals, and Dissimilated Men for a discussion.
Mengqi's face was wrapped in a white cloth. He was a little nervous. In front of an Exterior master, he could be seen through if he was not careful.
As for Yin Lenghui, although he could not find out anything about him this time, he could at least roughly judge his strength and magic. He was certainly not at the Exterior level, but he was not far from it. He was probably at the level of the Queen Mother of the West in some aspects.
Zuo Hanfeng's eyes were dark green and his beard was green. His momentum was as majestic as the sea. He was pacing with his hands behind his back, causing everyone present to hold their breath.
His only son had died at the hands of the Red Coat Army, leaving behind only a widow and a daughter. Therefore, he hated the Red Coat Army to the core.
Near the seat of honor, a woman in her forties wearing a palace gown had a sorrowful expression on her face. She seemed to be thinking of her husband. She had a beautiful face and an extraordinary breath, like a ripe fruit. She was somewhat similar to Zuo Yiqian beside her.
Yin Lenghui was the most at ease. He looked at everyone with a gloomy gaze. Suddenly, he pointed at Mengqi and said,
"Ji Tao, even Mu An could not escape from the other party's evil hands. With your strength, how could you have found the opportunity?"
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