SanjitNovel Chapter 92
Chapter 92
If the first fourteen swords of Thirteen Swords are all changes in "quantity", then the last No.15 sword is a change in "quality".
The first fourteen swords continued to accumulate murderous aura until the No.15 sword, the murderous aura condensed and finally transformed into death aura.
This sword carried a trace of causal force, and what it brought was not a bloody killing, but a causal death.
As long as it is used, it will inevitably hit the target, bringing ultimate death to all life.
"Lin Pingzhi!"
Realizing that he couldn't dodge the sword at all, Dongfang Bubai's face was full of surprise and fear.
While yelling the enemy's name madly, he tried his best to bite the bullet and launch a tit-for-tat attack.
He shot embroidery needles one after another toward Lin Pingzhi's vitals, wanting to kill Lin Pingzhi first before the terrifying sword approached him.
However, these embroidery needles suddenly changed direction just before they were about to pierce Lin Pingzhi's body, and passed by Lin Pingzhi without causing any harm to Lin Pingzhi.
Seeing this scene, Dongfang Bubai widened his eyes in puzzlement.
He didn't know that once these fifteen swords were used, the sword holder himself would be protected by the force of karma in the dark during the time of the sword, avoiding all deaths.
If his embroidery needles were not flying towards Lin Pingzhi's vital parts in an attempt to kill Lin Pingzhi, but aimed at hurting and controlling Lin Pingzhi, then these embroidery needles would never be affected by the power of cause and effect of.
This sword was completely beyond the imagination of the leader of the Demon Cult. Even a genius like him would not be able to understand it or resist it.
The invisible blade had already arrived in front of him, he quickly stretched out his hand, and a steel needle appeared in his hand, trying to use the steel needle to defend against the sword.
However, the moment the two were about to come into contact, there was only a sound of "噗嗤", and the invisible blade pierced through his chest, destroying his heart veins.
In the face of causal death, any defense is ineffective.
Dongfang Bubai looked at Lin Pingzhi in astonishment, and wanted to say something, but the light of life in his eyes quickly dissipated, his hands drooped, completely lifeless.
"puff!"
Seeing Dongfang Bubai die, Lin Pingzhi heaved a sigh of relief, and a deadly energy suddenly poured into his body from Chengying Sword, forming a powerful impact, causing his complexion to change drastically, and immediately spit out a large mouthful of blackened blood .
The blood splashed onto the weeds on the ground, and the weeds withered immediately, completely losing their vitality.
This is a backlash caused by using too much power. The No.15 sword involves the power of cause and effect, which is not something that a mere first-class warrior like him can control.
Now he used it forcibly, although he succeeded in killing Dongfang Bubai, but it also caused him to suffer great harm, possibly endangering his life.
"Ping Ling!"
"Are you OK?"
Seeing that Lin Pingzhi's face suddenly turned pale, Ren Yingying and Lan Fenghuang got up from the ground with worried expressions on their faces, staggered to Lin Pingzhi's side, and helped him up when he was crumbling.
"I didn't expect... this backlash is so serious!"
Lin Pingzhi smiled wryly, and said: "Yingying, Feng'er, I will leave the rest to you."
After speaking, his vision went dark and he quickly lost consciousness.
"Ding! You killed Dongfang Bubai, the mission is complete, and you get a drop of the dragon's blood!"
Before he was completely unconscious, the sound of the system faintly rang in his ears.
……
Half a year later, the main altar of the Demon Cult - Heimuya.
Standing on the highest point, Lin Pingzhi sighed while looking at the sunset in the sky.
Since the death of Dongfang Bubai half a year ago, Ren Yingying, with the support of Ren Woxing's old forces, successfully eliminated all opposing forces and sat on the throne of the leader of the Demon Cult.
She took the initiative to drastically change the foreign policy of the Demon Cult, and negotiated and signed contracts with Wuyue Sword Sect, Shaolin Temple, Wudang Sect and other martial arts righteousness, which brought stability and peace to the entire martial arts.
As for Lin Pingzhi himself, due to the backlash brought by the No.15 sword, there is still a force of death in his body, and this force of death has been destroying his body, leaving him seriously injured and unable to recover .
He tried all kinds of methods but couldn't eliminate this force of death. Now he has become a cripple and cannot use internal force at will. Once he uses internal force, it will affect the injuries in his body and cause more serious consequences.
"Ping Lang, what are you doing here? It's windy here, be careful of catching cold."
Dressed in green, she floated to Lin Pingzhi's side, and gently put on a coat for him.
"Yingying, thank you for your hard work." Lin Pingzhi held the plain hand of the girl with affectionate eyes beside him, and thanked, "In the past six months, you and Feng'er have spared no effort to find all kinds of painkillers for my injury. Rare and exotic grass, but my injury still hasn’t improved at all, it’s really wasted all your hard work.”
Ren Yingying, who has become the leader of the Devil's Cult, shook her head, opened her palm and clasped Lin Pingzhi's ten fingers tightly, and said softly, "As long as it is for Pingying you, everything is worth it."
"Yingying..."
Looking at Ren Yingying's pretty face without any complaints, Lin Pingzhi suddenly felt infinite tenderness in his heart.
"Let's go back to Fuzhou to get married, I don't want to wait any longer." He said suddenly.
Hearing this, Ren Yingying couldn't help being stunned for a moment, her cheeks were slightly blush in the setting sun.
For the past six months, she and Lan Fenghuang, Yilin, and Qu Feiyan have been rushing about for Lin Pingzhi's injury, delaying the originally agreed marriage, and have not been able to get married so far. At this time, I took the initiative to bring it up.
"Okay, I'll listen to Ping Ling."
Ren Yingying smiled, and agreed to Lin Pingzhi's request without the slightest hesitation.
……
Three months later, Fuzhou, Fujian.
The groom, Lin Pingzhi, held a grand wedding with four brides, Ren Yingying, Lan Fenghuang, Yilin, and Qu Feiyan.
The Five Sacred Sword Sect, Wudang Sect, Shaolin Temple and other famous and decent sects came to congratulate one after another, and the Demon Sect also led many people from all walks of life under its command to attend the wedding.
"Worship heaven and earth!"
"Two thanks to the high hall!"
"Bye husband and wife!"
"Send to the bridal chamber!"
With the shouts of the master of ceremonies, Lin Pingzhi completed the wedding with the four brides and became husband and wife.
At night, the four brides were sent to a wedding room.
Lin Pingzhi, who had just finished the banquet, came to the courtyard where the brides were, hesitating for a while, and then opened the door of Yilin's room first, and walked in.
Hearing the movement from the door, Yilin, who was sitting motionless on the bed with a hijab on, trembled, and her small heart beat faster.
"Miss..."
Lin Pingzhi slowly lifted his hijab, revealing a charming face with exquisite makeup.
After returning to vulgarity, Yilin grew a head of black hair. Compared with before, the overall image is a little less cold like a monk, and a little more gentle than a woman.
Its eyebrows are like the daisy in the distant mountains, and its eyes are like the waves of autumn water. The shyness on the face is like a lotus flower out of the water, which is very charming.