Chapter 389: Chapter 335: Endless Eternity, The Beginning of the End_3
Despicable, shameless, cruel!
In Song Lin’s camp, no more words about Earth Evil and Heavenly Slaughter.
"You are clever, if defecting, take us with you."
Earth Evil spoke word by word.
"Count me in as well."
The two were utterly disappointed, finding no place for themselves in this Taoist School.
"No rush."
Song Lin looked at Ziyun.
With Zhi Xin’s death.
Ziyun’s body emitted light, and the Pure Yang Primordial Spirit leaped out.
"What?"
Ziyun’s face changed drastically, her beautiful face twisted.
The Primordial Spirit was covered in silver threads, wrapping it like a net, tightly binding this big fish of a spirit.
"Divine Intent Brightness? Impossible!"
Wasn’t Zhi Xin dead?
No, that’s not right!
This was generated by her own Primordial Spirit!
Other people’s spells can be broken, but how to break a spell generated by one’s own power, yet uncontrollable?
Does it mean she must commit suicide?
Woosh!
The golden light disappeared, and the Primordial Spirit was forced back into her body, Ziyun bled from her seven orifices.
Black Demon Fire spewed from her seven orifices.
Gradually burning her body.
"Husband, save me!"
Completely panicked, Ziyun, bathed in black flames, lost her composure entirely.
Soon, she would turn to ash.
She couldn’t help but remember Zhi Xin’s words before death: This is revenge...
The crowd erupted in astonishment again, this time confirming the fact.
"The highest power of Curse Killing is to make others kill themselves with their own curse, this technique is called Prison Soul Heavenly Prison!"
Song Lin recalled Zhi Xin’s words.
It was just content from the jade scroll.
Looking down again.
Holy Might ignored others, landing beside Ziyun, a trace of solemnity appeared on the aged face.
"Such a vicious spell."
A wisp of golden light floated from Holy Might’s fingertip, the Heavenly Master’s Dao landed on Ziyun, temporarily suppressing the flames.
But the speed of the burning still persisted.
...
"Go!"
Bang!
Nine Yang Demons blasted open a path.
Song Lin summoned the Sun Jade Car and used the opportunity to leave.
The speed of the carriage was fast, leaving dozens of miles away in a flash.
The Yin King and others realized belatedly, wanting to pursue, but also became confused.
To heed the Heavenly Master’s words or not?
In the future, what should they call him?
"Pursue!"
Holy Might said softly.
The familiar feeling returned.
No matter who is who, follow whoever’s fist is bigger.
...
At the carriage’s helm, the Black Water Xuan Snake exerted all its strength, strong winds howled continuously.
Song Lin sat at the helm, beside him was Master Mei Hua.
"Ah, who would have thought."
Song Lin sighed into the wind.
Unexpectedly, Mei Hua Grandmaster, unrelated to the matter, turned out to be the most enthusiastic one.
"Zhi Xin told me long ago, the reason for not telling you was just to prepare for both eventualities."
"I see, Master Zhi Xin’s revenge is indeed vicious."
Revenge against Ziyun was simple.
This person was just a foolish woman relying on Zhi Xin’s Secret Techniques.
With Zhi Xin’s scheming, killing her was not difficult.
But how to kill, that was the question.
If a direct kill, it would be mutual destruction.
Not only would Zhi Xin die, but even Song Lin, the accomplice, couldn’t escape, at least the Donghua Jungle would truly be no more.
And what would it retaliate against Holy Might?
Thus, an intricately linked conspiracy began to unfold.
Zhi Xin must die, but die with value.
Holy Might’s identity exposed, disgraced, public opinion against him.
This was a small matter.
The forces represented by Mei Hua, Earth Evil, Heavenly Slaughter, and others all joined Song Lin’s camp.
This was one-third of the Taoist School’s power.
This was no small matter.
Of course, the biggest thing was Zhi Xin using the Prison Soul Heavenly Prison to kill Ziyun.
Zhi Xin embedded the Curse Killing Technique into the Secret Technique, rooted in Ziyun’s Primordial Spirit, deceived the Heavenly Master, and in turn killed her.
This was the big thing.
Meaning Holy Might’s centuries-old setup gained nothing.
"Holy Might, no, Tianhe suffered heavy losses this time, not only losing his wife but also a third of his power; the Ghost King Sect’s lineage was unstable internally, his reputation would likely stink throughout the Taoist Alliance soon, what he might face remains unknown, perhaps handled lightly."
"But does this fool really think Zhi Xin was just an old man playing with a compass?"
"Does he really think Zhi Xin would just sulk at Mingxing Peak? No matter how hard you search, you can’t find a flaw."
Mei Hua was rather pleased.
Zhi Xin didn’t choose the worst mutual destruction, but used his life to create immense value.
"Did Zhi Xin tell you these in the jade scroll? Are those cryptic texts Zhi Xin’s ultimate skills?"
"Yes."
Song Lin nodded.
The jade scroll contained not only Zhi Xin’s instructions.
But also a Curse Killing Scripture encrypted with cryptic text.
It was cryptic text created by Song Lin and Zhi Xin using Netherworld Seal Characters.
Even Mei Hua couldn’t decipher it.
On it were all the Secret Techniques Zhi Xin learned.
"By the way, I’m curious, how did Zhi Xin curse Ziyun? How did he manage to deceive Tianhe?"
Tianhe wasn’t an amateur but the Heavenly Master with the highest Taoist Skill attainment in the Taoist School.
"The original Wu Qingxuan retained love for him across a hundred years..."
The two fell silent.
Using love to curse, killing because of love.
"After all, revenge is achieved..." Mei Hua’s voice was hoarse, "By the way, is Zhi Xin really dead?"
"Confidential!"
Song Lin smiled mysteriously.
The last Chapter of the Curse Killing Scripture — Endless Catastrophe.
This is a Purple Mansion Dharma Form, Zhi Xin’s true dharma form is not a compass!
Ziyun was reborn from Wu Qingxuan’s body, and Zhi Xin’s dharma spirit will also be reborn with Ziyun’s body.
The day Ziyun dies, Zhi Xin’s Divine Soul will reappear.
Though without a flesh body, only a Divine Soul remains.
But it’s not a big deal, as long as he can live.
"What’s next? Are you going to defect?"
Mei Hua asked.
Zhi Xin didn’t have a follow-up plan, but listened to Song Lin’s opinion.
"No, it’s not over yet."
The carriage stopped.
This stop, Donghua Jungle.