The group's favorite junior sister returns to save the whole family of resentful villains

Ji Qingzhou stood under the high wall, feeling as small as an ant, with an inexplicable sense of depression rising in his heart.

She touched the purple fish mark on the side of her left wrist, but didn't sense anything. Then she looked at Shangguan Xing and said, "Sister Shangguan, let's go."

Ji Qingzhou released his control over the Psionic Butterfly and let it find its way automatically.

Shangguan Xing walked side by side with her, and they soon came to a fork in the road.

In the middle of the wide intersection, there was a small hill made up of human limbs and arms.

"It's the 'question' of the maze."

Shangguan Xing said: "At each intersection, there will be a puzzle. When you step out of the intersection, the puzzle will be activated. Only after you solve the puzzle can you move to the next intersection."

She squinted at the small hill of broken limbs and muttered, "Look carefully, it seems that those human bodies are all fake?"

Although it looks very real at first glance, the broken ends are not human muscle tissue, but wood grain.

Ji Qingzhou looked at it quietly for a while, and suddenly said, "It's true."

Shangguan Xing was stunned: "What? But it doesn't look like flesh lines to me."

Ji Qingzhou said softly, "Because the people who made these mixed real human limbs with other materials and carved them into something that looked like a fake."

But in fact, these are real body fragments.

Shangguan Xing's pupils shrank, and he felt a chill rushing from the soles of his feet to his forehead.

"Although I have long known that the demon cultivators are a group of evil guys, the owner who built this place is the best among them..."

Shangguan Xing trembled and said, "She took the remains of real people and made them into something that looked fake, and piled them up here... What on earth was she thinking?"

“Don’t try to understand crazy people.”

Ji Qingzhou said calmly: "Normal people will never be able to understand them."

If you really understand it, then there is a problem.

"Let's go."

Ji Qingzhou took the lead and moved forward.

As she stepped out of the intersection, the pile of body parts and limbs in front of her suddenly began to roll and scatter all over the ground.

The different body parts and broken limbs seemed to come alive at this moment, rolling and squirming on the ground, and piecing together.

However, several broken hands and feet were put together, without a torso, and a head with empty eyes was caught in the hand, with the eyeballs jumping up and hanging on the toes.

The torso is upside down, and eighteen legs are attached to the limbs. Some legs of different lengths are drooping, while others are standing up. As there is not enough space, the legs are twisted and entangled together, making it inconvenient for the creature to walk. It can only crawl on the ground making "crunching" sounds.

These include not only human limbs, but also various animal limbs.

"Is that... a mermaid's tail?"

Yuhuo looked through the chat group interface and saw with his sharp eyes that among the squeezed limbs, there was a huge fish tail pierced by several arms, crawling on the ground like a centipede.

Even though he was well-informed, he couldn't help but fall silent at this moment.

The rebellious little black bug also saw a dragon horn, which was held by the toes of a foot and waved continuously like a child holding a windmill.

The randomly assembled body parts were pieced together to form one stomach-churning thing after another.

They crawled, squirmed, ran and jumped on the ground in front of Ji Qingzhou.

The mermaid's centipede-like tail was even raised by its arms, and its palms made a "pat pat" sound on the ground as it rushed in front of Ji Qingzhou.

"Junior Sister Ji! Be careful!"

Shangguan Xing subconsciously stood in front of Ji Qingzhou, with a machete in his hand, and wanted to chop at the mermaid's tail that was rushing towards him.

"Wait a moment."

Ji Qingzhou grabbed her hand.

Shangguan Xing was stunned and was about to ask Ji Qingzhou why.

At this time, the mermaid's tail, which was about to hit Ji Qingzhou, was shaken by several arms.

Immediately afterwards, more than ten arms climbed down from other combinations, ran over here, holding the mermaid's tail, and did the same action.

Shangguan Xing felt her stomach churning and her head dizzy. She couldn't help but ask, "What are they doing?"

Ji Qingzhou actually couldn't understand the actions of these corpses.

A dry retching sound came from Yuhuo in the chat group: "They are imitating the movements of mermaids swimming in the sea."

It was just too abstract, and the scene was so disgusting that Yuhuo had to guess and surmise before he came to this answer in disbelief.

After the arms fiddled with the mermaid's tail for a while, they took the mermaid's tail away.

Then, a creature with a torso full of long legs crawled over, and one of its legs was holding a dragon horn that exuded oppression and was waving it continuously.

Bald Chicken couldn't help but ask, "Isn't this thing imitating the flying dragon?"

The rebellious little black bug took over the conversation: "No."

The bald chicken was stunned: "What did you see?"

Ji Qingzhou noticed that the rebellious little black bug's voice was not right: "What's wrong?"

The rebellious little black bug's voice was a little muffled: "They are imitating the dragon's struggle."

After a pause, he continued, "I have seen dragons strangled to death by the Dragon Locking Gate. Dragons whose nine life veins were locked by the Dragon Locking Gate and who were subjected to the punishment of being cut into pieces by thousands of swords, struggled continuously like this."

How could Ji Qingzhou not remember locking the Dragon Gate?

The mother of the rebellious little black bug was killed by Suo Longmen's conspiracy.

The dragon clan hates the Dragon Lock Gate, and when the rebellious little black bug was possessed by the devil, he also expressed resentment towards the Dragon Lock Gate.

Looking at the foot holding the dragon horn, waving it continuously.

The dragon horns danced up and down, as if there was a real dragon, sometimes leaping into the air and rolling, sometimes tumbling in the sea, struggling in great pain, twisting and struggling, but unable to escape the fate of death.

Ji Qingzhou silently took out a small white jade sword full of cracks.

Shangguan Xing noticed her movements and subconsciously grabbed her hand, "Junior Sister Ji, don't act rashly!"

"Since these things haven't harmed us yet, I guess the problem is still in progress. If you take action now and destroy the problem, we might be trapped here."

As Shangguan Xing finished speaking, his eyes blurred.

The sharp sword energy whizzed past, and the foot that was originally waving the dragon horn seemed to be frozen and stopped moving.

Shangguan Xing's body was stiff. He stared at the stagnant feet and didn't dare to breathe.

With it, countless legs entangled its body, but it kept squirming.

"Clap."

The next second the foot fell off the body.

The dragon horn in its hand turned into powder the moment it hit the ground.

In the distance, the mermaid's tail, which was also raised and danced by the arms, was also driven by the arms and turned into powder, which disappeared with the wind and sand in the maze.

Shangguan Xing was shocked: "Junior Sister Ji, your swordsmanship has reached perfection..."

She opened her mouth, but before she finished speaking, the atmosphere was unusual.

Glancing at Ji Qingzhou who was still silent, she asked carefully, "Junior Sister Ji, are you... angry?"

After a pause, Shangguan Xing noticed something strange again.

No, not angry.

"Junior Sister Ji, are you sad?" Shangguan Xing asked.

Ji Qingzhou remained silent, quietly watching the corpses scattered all over the ground.

"Clap clap clap..."

After she destroyed the dragon horns and the mermaid's tail, more corpses ran forward, with dozens of arms tangled together.

The arms came in front of Ji Qingzhou, sometimes stretching, sometimes closing, dancing in a very regular manner.

Shangguan Xing raised his hand to cover his mouth: "Junior Sister Ji, I have the illusion that they are performing for me... When I was traveling, I saw mortal women dancing during sacrifices. Everyone gathered together, dancing with their arms intertwined, and it was very similar to this... "

After saying that, Shangguan Xing suddenly had an idea: "Wait, they are not...really taking turns to perform for us, right?"

One after another came forward.

Even though the actions were extremely strange.

But isn’t this just like the members of a theatre troupe taking turns to go on stage and perform for the guests?

Ji Qingzhou did not answer her, but just stared at a certain arm.

It was a slender and tender arm, and the person must be young.

His arms were covered in scars and three and a half of his five fingers were broken.

Despite being treated with secret techniques, the scars on the arm that were deep enough to see the bone were retained.

Rather than a scar, it is more like a message left by the owner of the arm on his own flesh and blood.

"Huayu Sect, Song Yu."

Many years ago, Ji Qingzhou first entered Wuliang Sect. His second senior brother Zhong Liyou had a special talent and had to fight between life and death in order to improve his strength, so he often went to the front line.

Once, Zhongli You returned to the sect from the front line with a coffin. He went to find a senior sister who was good at fortune-telling and asked her to find a good feng shui site to bury him.

Ji Qingzhou curiously asked Zhongli You who was in the coffin.

She thought that the person was an acquaintance of Zhong Liyou, which was why Zhong Liyou was so concerned about him that he took the trouble to bring his body back from the front line, paid someone to look at the feng shui, and dug a grave and erected a tombstone for him.

Zhongli You said: "She is from the Tiancang Sect, her name is Xu Zhiming."

"Tian Cang Sect?"

Ji Qingzhou was puzzled: "I have never heard of this sect."

Zhongli You smiled and said, "This is an ancient small sect that is at least ten thousand years old. You have naturally never heard of it. Perhaps you can't find its name even if you search through all the ancient books."

Ji Qingzhou was more and more puzzled: "Second Brother, how did you know this?"

"Because on her bones, there are Tiancang Sect and Xu Zhiming engraved."

Zhong Liyou restrained his smile, and the emotions hidden in his eyes were deep and complex, which outsiders could not understand: "A long time ago, before the front line appeared, some monks who participated in the Three Realms War, if they died outside, would carve their sects and names on their bodies while they were still alive, so that when later generations found their bodies, they would not know where to send their bodies - and this custom has been preserved to this day."