A thumb-thick hemp rope was inserted through the eye socket and ca out at the neck.
This woman was holding the foremost end of the hemp rope.
The heads dragged across the ground, bloodied and unrecognizable.
This woman was disheveled, it seed she hadn't bathed in a long ti.
She dragged the heads on the rope as she encountered Mo Lin and Liuer Mingxi head-on.
Upon seeing Mo Lin, i Qin frowned, showing a rather irritable expression.
"Another busybody... I just killed a few more people.
Did so many people really need to co after for that?" Her tone was gratingly impatient.
Looking at her hand holding the hemp rope, the ends of which were dotted with maggot-infested heads.
The air was filled with the stench of rotting flesh.
It's only that i Qin had a heavy palate; she didn't mind the disgust.
At least Mo Lin couldn't understand why i Qin would do such a thing.
Looking at these rotten heads, didn't it disgust her physiologically?
"What are you looking at?" i Qin retorted angrily at Mo Lin's gaze.
"Is killing people your Cultivation thod?" Mo Lin slowly asked i Qin.
"What Cultivation thod? No..."
i Qin pointed at the heads on the hemp rope, asking Mo Lin, "Seeing so many lifeless heads, doesn't it give you pleasure?"
i Qin smiled, opened her arms, and shouted loudly, "This world is truly free.
No restrictions, no bindings.
I can do whatever I want, without limits, this is the life I yearn for."
i Qin asked Mo Lin, "Have you ever experienced the thrill of killing?"
"Thrill?" To speak the truth, Mo Lin had never felt any thrill in killing.
i Qin squinted, with an expression of deep imrsion, "It's the feeling of having everything under control.
Like being a god... omnipotent.
These people in front of can only beg for life like dogs."
"I like this feeling, I like killing, I like trampling on life, and I enjoy it very much."
i Qin pointed at the heads on the hemp rope again and said, "These are my achievents..."
She regards killing as a hobby, and these heads are rely proof of her kills.
Hearing i Qin's imrsive speech, Mo Lin had one word in his mind.
Lunatic.
This person is a certifiable psycho.
"You think I'm a psycho?"
i Qin saw through Mo Lin's thoughts and corrected him, "You're wrong.
I'm not ill... I just enjoy this feeling of being above all.
I just like killing, I enjoy the feeling of killing."
If not a psycho, then definitely evil.
No need to waste words on such a person.
Mo Lin raised his right hand, and the Cyan Cloud Sword appeared in his hand.
Mo Lin had been diligently cultivating the Jingming Exorcism Sword Technique.
Today was the day to test his current achievents in swordsmanship.
Mo Lin swung the sword towards i Qin.
Suddenly, a shadow lunged from the left.
Mo Lin instinctively raised his sword to fend it off.
The impact felt like being hit by a car.
Mo Lin's body was pushed back over ten ters.
A towering shadow appeared directly in front of him.
This person was burly, over two ters tall.
He held a thick iron rod as big as a barrel in his right hand.
It was this iron rod that had just struck Mo Lin.
The force pained Mo Lin's palms intensely.
Mo Lin's arm muscles were trembling at that mont.
Fortunately, it was the Cyan Cloud Sword; if it were an ordinary sword, it would have probably shattered from the severe blow.
Méi Wu didn't give Mo Lin a chance to speak, swinging the iron rod down towards him once more.
This ti, Mo Lin was wiser and sidestepped i Wu's attack instead of facing it head-on.
"Bang..."
i Wu's heavy blow created a deep pit in the ground.
Mo Lin had realized that this person was born with monstrous strength.
His power was extraordinarily imnse.
Mo Lin raised his right hand, intending to use Immortal Techniques... the awkward thing happened.
At the mont his palm was raised, there was nothing.
He was accustod to the action... Mo Lin's Immortal Techniques had been sealed.
At that very mont, Mo Lin wielded the Cyan Cloud Sword to perform the Jingming Exorcism Swordsmanship.
Manipulation: Jingming Sunlight.
A dazzling white light enveloped i Wu.
i Wu let out a scream as if his body was being roasted by fire.
His skin began to ulcerate instantly.
i Wu took a deep breath, his chest swelling like a balloon, then he exhaled sharply.
Like a gust of wind, the white light descending on him was blown away by the force.
i Wu's condition was dire, his skin crimson, emitting a blood glow.
"I'm going to kill you." i Wu, provoked by Mo Lin, bellowed, wielding the iron rod down fiercely at Mo Lin.
His movents were much faster than before.
Mo Lin swung the Cyan Cloud Sword, a single slash, the sword light enveloped i Wu.
i Wu swung the iron rod, directly blocking the sword light.
i Wu wasn't just brute force; he had so real skills.
There was a force enveloping him.
Watching i Wu charging at him, Mo Lin didn't dodge.
Mo Lin appeared very calm, standing his ground, quietly watching i Wu.
From a distance, i Qin was watching the battle when suddenly her expression turned serious, revealing a trace of apprehension.
"Brother... step back."
i Qin shouted at her brother.
Although Mo Lin hadn't done anything, i Qin felt a chilling sensation from him.
She only felt like this when her life was truly at risk.
Yes... it was a dangerous aura.
i Wu's iron rod had already swung, stopping abruptly about ten ters from Mo Lin.
He then retreated, looking at i Qin.
"What is it, sister?" i Wu asked his sister, "Why stop from killing him?"
"You almost died just now."
i Qin gathered her aloofness, "This guy is very dangerous."
Mo Lin was a bit surprised; i Qin's instincts were too keen.
Mo Lin was just about to perform the second sword technique of the Jingming Exorcism Sword Technique he had recently comprehended.
The Jingming Exorcism Sword Technique is divided into two upper and lower sections.
There are a total of seven forms; the upper three are sword techniques, and the lower three are manipulations.
There's another form, a killer move, not among the sword techniques or manipulations.
Outsiders only know that the Jingming Exorcism Sword Technique has six forms.
Mo Lin was about to perform the second sword technique he recently comprehended.
But he hadn't had a chance to perform it.
"Let kill him."
i Qin approached Mo Lin, both hands together, bowing towards him.
Mo Lin was tense and wary of i Qin's next move.
i Qin slowly raised her head, a weird smile crossing her serious face.
"Next, I'll let you taste my thods."
As she spoke, i Qin opened her arms and shouted loudly, "Ten Thousand Ghosts Descending."
Her voice was impassioned.
As i Qin's voice fell, the sky imdiately dimd.
Centered on Mo Lin, it was pitch black within a kiloter.
Shadows appeared on the ground, as if in a swamp, Ghost Qi surged.
Ghost-Controlling?
Previously so serious, Mo Lin suddenly showed a helpless smile.
He wasn't afraid of much, but when it ca to Ghost-Controlling, Mo Lin had nothing to fear.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...
Ghostly hands erged from the surface, grabbing Mo Lin's legs.
Creeping up from Mo Lin's legs to his face, enveloping his entire body.
Mo Lin's body was then entirely covered by ghostly hands.
These ghostly hands were tearing at Mo Lin's soul.
If it were any other thod, Mo Lin might have been wary.
But it was Ghost-Controlling.
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