Suppressing Ghost Mask

Previously, Ning Qi was in Cangzhou. As soon as he sensed the fluctuations of the Gang Essence Seed, he immediately rushed here. He exerted all his strength and moved at the extreme speed along the way, just in case something he could not accept happened.

He was extremely anxious. If he had been on True Martial Mountain, he probably would have arrived long ago, but now that he was in Cangzhou, the distance was much greater.

Fortunately.

We finally made it.

He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that although Jiang Baishan and the other man looked miserable, they were not in any danger.

Ning Qi flashed in front of the two, his Gang Qi instantly transforming into gentle vitality, and he channeled it into their bodies from a distance. Jiang Baishan and Lin Ruhua, who were almost exhausted, were immediately invigorated, as if blessed by heaven, and were instantly out of danger.

With Ning Qi's Myriad Manifestations Gang Qi, the healing effect is better than that of those specializing in this type of Gang Qi.

Jiang Baishan and Lin Ruhua were completely stunned, as if they had fallen into a dream.

"Little Nine... are you really Little Nine?" Jiang Baishan murmured to himself. Just as he was in despair, another junior brother arrived, and one he never expected. He had clearly sensed the fluctuations of Ning Qi walking in the air just now. This was clearly Celestial Person Realm!

But Ning Qi is actually a Celestial Person Realm expert?

This was hard for him to believe. Qin Yun's achievement of becoming Celestial Person Realm expert was already shocking enough, but Ning Qi was only eleven years old!

Ning Qi's voice was gentle:

"Fifth Senior Brother, it's me. Please don't speak yet. Let me heal you both, and then I'll tell you what happened. Fifth Sister-in-law's baby is weakening; let's stabilize its condition first."

His eyes were filled with murderous intent. He discovered that the two people's bodies were riddled with murderous intent. If he had arrived any later, they would have been exhausted to death. Especially when he felt the tiny life barely breathing inside Lin Ruhua's body, his joy was accompanied by an even stronger murderous intent in his heart.

Having driven his fifth senior brother to such a predicament, it would be truly unforgivable not to avenge him.

But at this moment.

After a moment of stunned silence, Jiang Baishan finally came to his senses. Ning Qi's Gang Qi surged in, finally catching his breath. He opened his eyes, his eyes instantly reddening. He grasped Ning Qi's hands tightly, his voice hoarse:

"Little Nine, hurry and help Xiao Ba! Go now!"

"No, don't worry about us yet, go back and ask Heavenly Sword Real Person to come over!"

Ning Qi's heart skipped a beat. Although he didn't know what had happened or how it suddenly involved his long-lost eighth senior brother, he knew from Jiang Baishan's shrill roar that he must have encountered an extraordinary enemy.

He quickly realized what had happened and began to feel nervous.

Without the slightest hesitation.

Ning Qi waved his hand, and the immense power of heaven and earth instantly enveloped the two of them.

"Fifth Senior Brother, show me the way, and we'll talk as we go!"

His cultivation was astonishing. While carrying the two of them at high speed, he also channeled his Gang Qi to heal their injuries. He didn't waste any time, knowing that the situation was urgent.

Jiang Baishan was extremely anxious, but before he could say anything, he discovered that the three of them had already soared into the sky.

"Yanshan! Hurry to Yanshan! Xiao Ba is fighting a fierce battle with the Ghost-Faced Vice Sect Master of the Demon Sect! He is very strong, probably not inferior to Wenxin Sword!" He spoke very quickly. Since Ning Qi had already decided to go there first, he would not linger any longer.

Ning Qi breathed a sigh of relief.

If it's only at a similar level to the Heart-Questioning Sword, then it's simple.

Now we just hope Qin Yun can hold on a little longer.

Jiang Baishan adjusted his breathing and began to recount what had happened. As he spoke slowly, Ning Qi's gaze gradually turned cold and stern, and he gave a soft snort:

"What a Demon Sect! They even have a code of honor for their dead!"

He unleashed his full power, and even while carrying two people, his speed was far, far faster than that of an ordinary Celestial Person Realm cultivator.

Jiang Baishan and Lin Ruhua observed carefully and discovered from this detail that Ning Qi's strength was probably far beyond their imagination. The two couldn't help but think of the terrifying Sword Qi in the two Jade Pendant they had seen before. They had originally thought that Ning Qi had obtained the two Sword Qi from the Heavenly Sword Real Person.

But now it seems that's probably not the case.

A shocking conjecture gradually entered their minds, and if the timing weren't so inappropriate, they might have even asked about the Jade Pendant.

But this is a good thing.

This means Qin Yun is saved!

Jiang Baishan's pale complexion gradually improved. He took a deep breath, his eyes filled with worry. At this moment, he only hoped that Qin Yun could hold on. If Qin Yun died while saving the two of them, he would feel guilty for the rest of his life.

"Xiao Ba, you must live!" Jiang Baishan's eyes were full of determination.

Ning Qi's eyes were also cold.

From the very beginning, he had no intention of blaming Qin Yun. What happened back then was just a momentary lapse of judgment. Qin Yun had never done anything to harm the True Martial Sect. He always remembered that when he first True Martial Mountain, Qin Yun treated him the best.

In fact, he and Luo Wentian had already guessed the identity of the person who delivered the message during the True Martial Sect's assessment competition, but they just didn't say it.

Now that he knows Qin Yun is in danger, he is naturally anxious.

Ning Qi unleashed his full power, reaching extreme speed, leaving a clear trail across the sky.

Yanshan Mountains.

The trembling of the mountains continued, and the fluctuations of the power of heaven and earth were extremely violent. Rocks shattered, and even the hidden beast kings tacitly chose to stay away. It was best not to get involved in such a battle between human powerhouses.

The masked man's angry voice rang out:

"Qin Yun, do you really want to die?"

He never expected that he would be held up by Qin Yun for so long, which made him feel very humiliated. His eyes, hidden behind the bronze ghost mask, were filled with anger. He was no longer as relaxed as before. His sleeve was torn in one section, and even the bronze ghost mask had several scratches.

He was both angry and shocked.

He was furious that Qin Yun had actually posed a threat to him, and he was also shocked that Qin Yun's understanding of the secret technique of "Sorrowful White Hair" had surpassed his own.

but.

Qin Yun is now in a much more miserable state.

His once handsome face was now etched with deep wrinkles, his hair was completely white, he was old and frail, almost withered, as if a gust of wind would extinguish the flame of his life. He coughed up blood repeatedly, his voice hoarse as he said:

"What is there to fear in death? All I ask for is peace of mind."

A smile appeared in his eyes, and the pent-up frustration of the past five years vanished in that moment.

He didn't know how much longer he could hold on; he was only persevering through sheer willpower. He knew that the longer he held on, the more likely his fifth senior brother would be to escape.

"Again!" A roar rang out as Qin Yun channeled the remaining demonic power within him and charged out once more.

Despite his advanced age, he remained young at heart, displaying an invincible spirit of recklessness and utter disregard for his own life.

Ghost Face cursed under his breath, calling him a madman.

He didn't want to use the Sorrowful White Hair Secret Technique on such a trivial matter. Although eight hundred years of lifespan was a lot for the Celestial Person Realm cultivator, if he used it in every major battle, his lifespan would probably be almost gone. Now he just needed to wait for Qin Yun to burn out his lifespan. However, he didn't expect Qin Yun to be so resilient.

Time passed slowly.

The noise from their battle gradually subsided.

No matter how long one's lifespan is, it will eventually come to an end.

Qin Yun's body was covered in black Demonic Qi, which was becoming increasingly thin, and his power was rapidly weakening.

Ghost Face, with his extensive experience, immediately noticed this. He sneered and launched a fierce attack. He swept across the sky, and a black fist imprint fell like a meteorite.

"Boom!"

Amidst the violent trembling sounds.

Qin Yun coughed up blood and flew backward. His whole body was torn apart, covered in blood, with his white bones protruding from his flesh, making him look extremely gruesome.

He fought back with all his might.

However, each encounter only made him more miserable. With his power waning, he was no match for Ghost Face. His physical body could no longer withstand the strain and gradually crumbled.

Qin Yun's eyes dimmed.

He knew that his chances of survival were slim.

In that instant.

Countless images flashed through his mind: the details of True Martial Mountain, the faces and voices of his fellow disciples and his master. He seemed to see Daoist Longshan smiling at him.

"Master... Your disciple is unfilial and has disappointed you."

His heart ached, and tears streamed down his face.

The scene shifted again, and finally a cold and peerless face flashed by, causing him to sigh in his heart. Perhaps he could only wait for the next life. His only consolation was that he had already said goodbye to her when he came here.

"Now you know you regret it? Too late!" Ghost Face's sinister voice rang out.

Qin Yun slowly closed his eyes.

Boundless pain surged from all parts of his body, his lifespan was burning up, and even without Ghost Mask's intervention, he had no chance of survival; the backlash from the secret technique had already begun.

"Bang!"

With another muffled thud, Qin Yun's aged body fell to the ground like a tattered sack.

Before he could struggle...

The masked man's boots were already trampling on his chest, relentlessly crushing him, tearing flesh apart, and even breaking bones.

"You fool who doesn't know what's good for him!"

Looking at the pitiful Qin Yun, Ghost Face cursed coldly.

Qin Yun just kept coughing up blood, laughing bitterly, without saying a word. His eyes drooped, and his life force was fading away at an alarming rate until he finally stopped moving.

The demon's anger gradually dissipated.

He originally wanted to crush Qin Yun to pieces, leaving no trace of his body, but in the end, he softened. He recalled the scene when he first met Qin Yun, when he felt that Qin Yun was deeply demonic and had potential, and then he guided him into the Demon Sect.

Qin Yun's performance thereafter indeed satisfied him, gradually becoming a trusted confidant, and later even creating a miracle to return from the Blood Demon Pool.

It can be said that...

During that period, he did value Qin Yun highly and even considered elevating him to the position of Holy Son. Besides valuing Qin Yun, he also admired his ruthlessness. Of course, there was also the most important reason he never told anyone: Qin Yun bore a striking resemblance to his deceased son.

"Unfortunately, you were disloyal to me," Ghost Face said coldly. "If you had been any smarter, things wouldn't have come to this."

Seeing that Qin Yun was no longer breathing, he finally removed his boots.

Having known each other for a while, he ultimately decided to leave Qin Yun with a complete corpse.

Ghost Face was overwhelmed with a mix of emotions, but finally let out a long breath to calm himself down.

He waved slightly.

The power of heaven and earth swept through, and a bottomless pit suddenly appeared. He thought that perhaps he should dig a grave for Qin Yun to prevent him from falling into the mouth of the Mutant Beast.

Qin Yun's body fell into the pit, and soon a new grave appeared, with power flowing around it, so that ordinary Mutant Beast dared not approach.

The ghost-faced figure stared at the grave before him, lost in thought.

A moment later.

He turned to leave.

Qin Yun is dead, but Jiang Baishan and Lin Ruhua still need to be brought back.

But as soon as he took a step, he subconsciously looked up.

All that could be seen was the horizon.

An astonishing wave of energy emanated from the sky, and a young Daoist priest arrived carrying two others. Their speed was so great that the young Daoist priest instinctively narrowed his eyes. He didn't recognize the young Daoist priest, but the two people behind him were very familiar. Who else could they be but Jiang Baishan and Lin Ruhua?

"So they've called for reinforcements?" Ghost Face chuckled darkly.

He was about to give chase when the two returned unexpectedly. Although they brought a seemingly strong young Daoist priest with them, he was not afraid, which saved him a lot of trouble.

Hearing the mocking laughter of the ghost-faced man, Jiang Baishan's eyes widened in fury. He stared at the distant, newly buried grave and roared in grief and rage:

"Ghost Face, where's my eighth junior brother?! Where is he?!"

The masked man sneered, merely stomping his boots on the grave mound beneath his feet.

"Considering that Qin Yun has been my subordinate for many years, I've given him a proper burial and a proper grave. I've done more than enough."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Baishan felt dizzy and his blood boiled with rage.

"You! You deserve to die!"

He had initially held onto a sliver of hope, but now, all he felt was hatred and indignation.

Ning Qi's face was expressionless, but his heart was filled with sorrow.

I'll leave you a complete corpse, too.

A sorrowful whisper arose.

Ghost Face's pupils suddenly contracted. As the young Daoist opposite him finished speaking, a vast and boundless power of heaven and earth had already gathered. Not only that, but an unparalleled Sword Intent also rose up. In an instant, endless sharpness pierced the surrounding rocks and vegetation. Ghost Face felt a chill all over his body, and his previous ease and comfort were completely gone.

His voice sounded like he'd seen a ghost:

"You... you are Heavenly Sword Real Person?!"

Ning Qi didn't answer. With a wave of his hand, one after another, heavenly swords materialized. Jiang Baishan and Lin Ruhua were stunned. The most impossible possibility had become a reality, and the two were somewhat bewildered.

Under the relentless pressure, the bronze mask on Ghost Face shattered, revealing his true appearance. Surprisingly, he wasn't an ugly monster at all; instead, he was rather handsome, and vaguely resembled Qin Yun by a third.

The demon-faced creature roared.

His internal power began to surge rapidly, and in the face of life-or-death crisis, he also used the White Hair Sorrow Technique.

Just like Qin Yun before him, his face was aging rapidly. Although he did not burn out all his remaining lifespan in one go, he dared not underestimate such a terrifying enemy. He had only one thought: to escape, to escape as quickly as possible!

pity.

Facing Ning Qi now is like a mantis trying to stop a chariot; they are utterly helpless.

Ning Qi was furious.

One after another, heavenly swords roared and suppressed, their immense pressure spreading outwards. Even Ghost Face, who had used a secret technique to amplify his power, had no chance to fight back. All the black fist imprints turned to dust before the heavenly swords.

"How... how is this possible?" Ghost Face's eyes bulged, incredulous.

Only after the Heavenly Sword pierced through his chest and sealed all the power within him did he gradually regain consciousness, his expression filled with terror as he looked at Ning Qi.

"How could there be such a powerful Celestial Person Realm in the world?" Ghost Face was almost suffocating. He had been severely injured in a single exchange, and if Ning Qi hadn't shown mercy, he would probably have been killed instantly.

This power made him think of... the Martial Saint.

He kept coughing up blood, and his very soul trembled.

"Is this the true face of the Heavenly Sword Real Person?" He looked at Ning Qi's excessively youthful and handsome face and his incredible vitality, and his heart trembled. He would rather believe that the Heavenly Sword Real Person was an old monster who had rejuvenated himself than believe that he was really a young man.

But he had just heard Jiang Baishan calling him, and Jiang Baishan addressed Heavenly Sword Real Person as Ninth Junior Brother.

This discovery gave him a dizzying, vertigo-like feeling.

now.

Everything was calm and peaceful.

Jiang Baishan and Lin Ruhua were already dumbfounded. They had originally thought there would be a fierce battle, but they never expected it to be such a crushing defeat. The deputy sect leader of the Demon Sect, who was supposed to give them despair and suffocation, had no power to resist Ning Qi at all.

The impact of the scene before them almost turned them into statues.

Ning Qi's eyes were icy cold.

His leniency wasn't out of kindness, but because this deputy sect leader of the Demon Sect, being a high -Demon Sect ranking member, must know some secrets. Perhaps he could use this to follow the clues and find information about the Demon Sect Martial Saint Secret Realm, and then kill him after squeezing out all his value.

However, there is something more important to do right now.

He took a deep breath, and with a certain hope, dug up Qin Yun's grave.

He would never believe it until he saw Qin Yun die with his own eyes.