Jin Guangyao gritted his teeth and hit several spots on his broken arm. He lost too much blood and felt dizzy. Suddenly, he saw Nie Mingjue taking a step towards him, staring at him intently. He was immediately scared out of his wits. Su She, who was standing by, coughed up another mouthful of blood and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Idiot! What are you still standing there for! Stop him! Stop that thing at the door!"

The Lanling Jin clan monks, who had been in a trance for a long time, surrounded him with swords in hand. The first two were immediately knocked away by Nie Mingjue's palm. Jin Guangyao sprinkled medicine powder on the broken hand with his left hand, but the powder was immediately washed away by the blood. He almost tore his clothes with tears in his eyes, trying to bandage and stop the bleeding, but his left hand was originally burned by the poisonous smoke in the coffin and the black box, and he couldn't use any strength. He trembled and tore it off for a long time but couldn't tear it off, which only increased the pain. Su She rolled and crawled over, tore off his white clothes to bandage him. It happened that Lan Xichen protected Nie Huaisang and retreated to a safe place. Su She searched all over his body for extra ointment and powder, but couldn't find any. He said to Lan Xichen: "Master Lan! Master Lan, do you have medicine? Help him. The master has always treated you with courtesy, just consider it a favor!"

Lan Xichen saw Jin Guangyao almost fainting, and a hint of pity flashed in his eyes. At this moment, he heard screams from the other side, and Nie Mingjue punched hard, smashing the three monks into bloody pulp in one go!

Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji stood in front of Jiang Cheng and Jin Ling. Wei Wuxian asked, "Wen Ning! How did you meet him?!"

After Wen Ning took over his hand, he went to fix his broken leg and said, "Master... I'm sorry... You asked me to go back to find Master Lan. I went to the inn but couldn't find him, so I had to go out and look for him on the street. Before I met Master Lan, I saw Chi Fengzun walking on the street, as if he was looking for something. A group of homeless beggars saw him and didn't know how powerful he was, so they went up to him and made trouble. Chi Fengzun was completely out of his mind and almost killed them with his bare hands... I could only fight him all the way here..."

Wei Wuxian didn’t need to ask why he didn’t find Lan Wangji in the inn. He couldn’t sleep next to Lan Wangji, so could Lan Wangji sleep next to him? He must have gone out for a walk and then met the fairy who was running out to get help. This sudden thunderstorm must have started after Wen Ning and Nie Mingjue had a fight.

The thing called "corpse" naturally attracts evil spirits, let alone two extraordinary and ferocious corpses!

Although the group of Lanling Jin clan monks were no match for Nie Mingjue, they continued to charge forward bravely. However, their swords slashed at Nie Mingjue like they were slashing at fine steel, and not even a single bloody wound could be cut. Nie Huaisang leaned out from behind Lan Xichen, and said with fear and expectation: "Big brother, I, I am..."

Nie Mingjue’s pupil-less eyes glared wide and he grabbed at him fiercely. Lan Xichen bowed his head slightly, and with a whimper like cracking ice, Nie Mingjue’s body froze.

Lan Xichen said, “Brother, this is Huaisang!”

Nie Huaisang said: "Brother doesn't even recognize me..."

Wei Wuxian said, “Not only does he not recognize you, he doesn’t even recognize who he is now!” Nie Mingjue was already a dead body driven by a monstrous resentment. He was irritable and ferocious, attacking indiscriminately. Wen Ning took a short break and went forward to fight again. But Wen Ning’s resentment was not as deep as his, and his stature was not as tall as his. In addition, Wei Wuxian’s flute was broken and could not bless him, so he was slightly at a disadvantage. Jin Guangyao, who was lying on the ground, finally stopped bleeding from his broken hand. Su She climbed up and carried him on his back, trying to escape in the chaos. This action made Nie Mingjue pay attention to them again, and he threw Wen Ning away and strode towards Jin Guangyao. Jin Ling cried out in a lost voice, “Uncle! Run!”

Seeing that he actually warned the enemy, Jiang Cheng slapped him on the back of the head and shouted angrily, "Shut up!"

Jin Ling was slapped in the face before he came to his senses. But after all, that was his uncle who had watched him grow up. In the past ten years, Jin Guangyao had treated him badly. Seeing that he was likely to die tragically at the hands of this vicious corpse, he blurted out in desperation. When Nie Mingjue heard his words, he turned his head in confusion. Wei Wuxian's heart tightened, and he whispered, "It's bad!"

Nie Mingjue has now become a fierce corpse, so of course he is most resentful of his enemy, Jin Guangyao. But a fierce corpse cannot identify people by their eyes!

Jin Guangyao and Jin Ling were closely related by blood. To the Yinsha dead creatures, the breath and blood of these two living people were somewhat similar. If the Yinsha creatures were in a chaotic state, it would be even more difficult to distinguish. At this moment, Jin Guangyao had a broken arm, bleeding profusely, and looked weak and half dead, while Jin Ling was alive and kicking. Naturally, Nie Mingjue's dead brain, which was not thinking, was more interested in him.

Lan Wangji summoned Bichen and hit Nie Mingjue in the heart. As expected, the tip of the sword pierced his chest and stopped. Nie Mingjue looked down and saw the shining long sword. He roared and reached out to grab it. Lan Wangji immediately summoned Bichen, and it flew into the sheath with a clang, leaving him empty. Then he flipped his left hand and took out the Wangji Qin, holding it in his palm. Without delay, he played a few notes. Lan Xichen also brought the Ice Splitting to his lips again. Wei Wuxian waved more than fifty talismans and threw them all at Nie Mingjue. However, before those talismans could get close to Nie Mingjue, they were ignited by his resentment and burned to ashes in the air!

Nie Mingjue roared and grabbed Jin Ling. Jiang Cheng and Jin Ling had already retreated to the corner, with nowhere to retreat. Jiang Cheng had no choice but to push Jin Ling behind him, and pulled out the three poisons that temporarily prevented him from using spiritual power, and gritted his teeth to fight back. The zither and flute had already started playing, but it was probably too late!

Nie Mingjue's punch pierced through a body.

But this body is neither Jiang Cheng nor Jin Ling.

Wen Ning stood in the corner, in front of the two of them, grabbing Nie Mingjue's steel-like arm with both hands, and slowly pulled him out of his chest, leaving a huge transparent hole. There was no blood, only a little bit of black internal organs fell out.

Wei WuXian said: “Wen Ning!!!”

Jiang Cheng looked like he wanted to go crazy right there.

He said, "You? You?!"

The punch was so powerful that it not only pierced Wen Ning's chest, but also shattered part of his glottis. He fell to the ground without being able to utter a word.

At this position, he just happened to fall on Jiang Cheng and Jin Ling. His body was temporarily unable to move, but his eyes were still open, staring at the two of them without blinking.

Jin Ling originally hated the murderer and the weapon that had pierced his father's heart. He had sworn countless times since he was a child that if he had the chance in the future, he would cut Wei Ying and Wen Ning into pieces. Later, he didn't want to hate Wei Wuxian, so he hated Wen Ning twice as much. But at this moment, after watching the murderer and the weapon being pierced through the heart in front of them, he couldn't even push Wen Ning away rudely or tell him not to lean on them.

I knew clearly that he was a dead man, and even if he was shot in half, he might not be in any danger. But for some reason, I couldn't control the tears that welled up in my eyes.

After throwing this punch, Nie Mingjue's movements froze.

Lan Wangji and Lan Xichen played together, the sound of the qin flowed like an icy spring, and the sound of the flute was as solemn as the wind. All the sounds that Nie Mingjue hated were produced, and the harshness of the ensemble increased exponentially, making him feel stagnant all over, as if someone was tying him up with an invisible rope. The rope was getting tighter and tighter, and he became more and more angry. Finally, he suddenly exploded, forcibly breaking through the restraints of the barrier sound and hitting the person playing the qin. Lan Wangji calmly turned around and avoided his attack, and the sound of the qin did not even stop for a moment. Nie Mingjue's punch broke through the wall again, and just as he was about to turn around, he suddenly heard two quick chirps.

He pulled his fist out of the wall and looked towards the source of the sound.

Wei WuXian whistled twice more and said with a smile, “Hello, Lord ChiFeng. Do you recognize me?”

Nie Mingjue’s ferocious white eyes stared at him quietly. Wei Wuxian said, “It doesn’t matter if you don’t recognize it. Just recognize the sound of the whistle.”

Hidden Sword Chapter 22

Lan Xichen moved the cracked ice slightly away and said, “Master Wei!”

His original intention was to remind Wei Wuxian that his current body originally belonged to Mo Xuanyu, and that Mo Xuanyu and Jin Guangyao were also related by blood, and even closer than he and Jin Ling. If Nie Mingjue took out his anger on him, it would only make it more difficult to deal with him. But before he could finish his sentence, Lan Wangji's eyes moved over and he shook his head calmly and indifferently.

Lan Xichen immediately understood that this was a message to him: don’t worry.

Lan Wangji believed that Wei Wuxian was fine.

Wei Wuxian whistled and trod casually. The whistle sounded relaxed and pleasant, but in the Guanyin Temple with thunder and lightning, wind and rain, and corpses everywhere, the sound was clear but particularly eerie. Wen Ning, who was lying on Jiang Cheng and Jin Ling in the corner, heard this and seemed to have an extremely strong urge to stand up. He struggled for a few times and fell down again. Jiang Cheng and Jin Ling subconsciously reached out to catch him at the same time, but after catching him, they both showed a conflicted expression as if they wanted to throw him down immediately.

Wei Wuxian smiled and whistled a humorous tune while he stepped back at a moderate pace with his hands behind his back. Nie Mingjue stood still. When Wei Wuxian took the first step back, he reacted coldly. When he took the third step, he remained indifferent. When he took the seventh step back, he seemed to be unable to hold back his impulse any longer and took a step in the direction Wei Wuxian was retreating.

The direction Wei Wuxian drove him was the magnificent empty coffin behind the Guanyin Temple.

As long as he was allowed to go in first, Wei Wuxian would have a way to seal him.

The white poisonous smoke had long since disappeared, too thin to be a threat. Nie Mingjue, with a livid face, was led to the empty coffin, and instinctively resisted such a thing. Wei Wuxian walked around the coffin. Everyone stared at this place with bated breath, especially Lan Wangji. Wei Wuxian blew the whistle leisurely while looking over there leisurely. When their eyes met, he blinked his left eye at Lan Wangji with a frivolous expression.

As if pricked by a small candy needle, the sound of the piano under Lan Wangji's fingers had a slight ripple, and then calmed down in an instant. Wei Wuxian turned around with a little pride, and patted the mouth of the coffin in front of Nie Mingjue.

Finally, Nie Mingjue slowly leaned down.

But just when he was about to turn his upper body over, a scream suddenly came from behind Lan Xichen.

Nie Mingjue immediately stopped possessing Jin Guangyao and turned around like everyone else. He saw Su She carrying the half-conscious Jin Guangyao on his back, holding his leg with one hand and holding a sword with blood on the other. Nie Huaisang was lying on the ground, rolling around in pain while holding his leg.

Seeing this, Shuoyue's sword energy hit Su She's sword hand hard. Su She was stunned and the sword slipped out of his hand. The sword had already stabbed Nie Huaisang, and there was a hint of blood in the air. Wei Wuxian cursed in his heart: "How can this be? You ruined my plan at the critical moment!"

Nie Huaisang and Nie Mingjue are half-brothers. When Nie Mingjue smells his blood, it won't trigger murderous intent, but it will make him very curious. And once he is curious and attracted to it, he will definitely pay attention to Jin Guangyao over there. And after killing Jin Guangyao, his ferocity will definitely be greater and more difficult to contain!

As expected, Nie Mingjue's throat gurgled and his body turned away from the empty coffin. He immediately identified the person who was leaning on Su She's back. Wei Wuxian's whistle could no longer hold him back. Nie Mingjue rushed over like a gust of wind and landed his palm on Jin Guangyao's forehead!

Su She suddenly turned sideways, picked up the long sword that had just been knocked to the ground with his toes, and used all his spiritual power to stab Nie Mingjue's heart. Perhaps it was a matter of life and death, this sword was extremely fast and fierce, the sword body was filled with his spiritual power, the light flowed, and it was more wonderful and amazing than his countless seemingly elegant swords before. Even Wei Wuxian couldn't help but want to admire it. Nie Mingjue was also forced to take a big step back by this explosive sword. The spiritual light faded slightly, and Nie Mingjue stepped forward again, relentlessly grabbing Jin Guangyao. Su She threw Jin Guangyao towards Lan Xichen with his left hand, and slashed at Nie Mingjue's throat with his right hand.

Even if Nie Mingjue's entire body is as invulnerable as steel, the thread sewing his neck may not be the same!