Transmigrated into the body of a prematurely deceased beloved child

Chapter 465 What to do when your genius senior brother is determined to die? (31)

The temperature gradually changed from cold to hot, and the alternation between hot and cold and light and dark became more and more frequent. Unfortunately, all their magical artifacts had become ineffective, and they could only disperse their own spiritual power to protect themselves.

"Sword Master, this road seems to have no end, what should we do?"

"Sword Master, why are there so many dead people here?"

"Strange, what dead people? I see a group of people walking towards us."

Si Yi did not reply, because he had already arrived at his destination.

The residence of this top-tier demon beast was a huge palace in black and white. In the center of the hall, on a chair that was half soft and half hard, a Qilin, half alive and half dead, was sitting peacefully.

Even Si Yi was surprised.

The Qilin, an auspicious creature, is a mythical beast that has long been lost to history.

The cultivation world has not seen a Qilin for five thousand years. Unexpectedly, the legendary top-level monster in the Illusionary Netherworld is the divine beast Qilin.

The left half of this Qilin's body was intact, with golden fur and deep, majestic golden eyes, exuding majesty and divinity. However, the right half of its body had completely decayed into skeletons, filled only with endless death and resentment.

Life and death can occur in the same organism.

Si Yi's deep eyes were fixed on the Qilin's motionless body, trying to find something amiss. At the same time, he heard the panicked voices of others again.

"Sword Lord, I'm exhausted, why aren't we there yet?"

To the left front, a cultivator who had been standing still had a blank look in his eyes and a look of panic on his face.

"Holy crap, these skeletons are standing up! Aaaaaah! They're biting me! Help!"

Beside him, a cultivator collapsed to the ground, frantically flailing his arms at the air.

"Which sect do you belong to? I've never seen you before."

On the other side, the white-robed youth had a blank look in his eyes and seemed to be having a pleasant conversation with the air in front of him.

Including but not limited to them, others have more or less fallen into the illusion. Upon closer inspection, it can be found that the illusions of at least two of them are opposite.

Si Yi frowned and looked at the demonic beast that was so close at hand. He conjured the Wind-Singing Sword with both hands, and just as the golden sword was about to fly and pierce, the golden eye of the Qilin moved.

It looked at Si Yi, raised its left golden paw and pointed it at Si Yi, its clear and powerful voice ringing out.

"You, Si Yi, possess the highest-grade Light Spirit Root, are born with sword bones, are the master of the Phoenix Cry Sword, the sword of light, and are the light of righteousness."

As soon as he finished speaking, the other half of its skeleton slowly raised its claws and pointed at him again, its low, hoarse voice echoing in his ears.

"You, the Demon Seed, endowed with divine magic, plagued by inner demons, master of the evil spirit monkey, the Demon Lord of the Demon Realm."

At the same time, two voices, one righteous and one evil, rang out: "You are two-faced, warm on the outside but cold on the inside, passionate yet heartless, wanting to die yet wanting to live, and your morality simultaneously contains good and evil, righteousness and wickedness... Si Yi, I am ashamed to admit that I am inferior to your yin-yang constitution."

A thick mass of malevolent energy emanated from the half-dead Qilin and enveloped Si Yi: "I really like your body. If you don't mind, how about giving it to me?"

"In exchange for it, I can send innocent people away." Si Yi's emotions remained unchanged. He said coldly, "Life and death are determined by fate and have nothing to do with me."

"Oh? And what about him?"

Before Si Yi's eyes, the image of Zhao Zhao sitting obediently in the protective shield, lost in thought, suddenly appeared. His eyes flickered slightly, and the next second, he still said, "Life and death are in the hands of fate."

Qilin asked in confusion, "You don't like him?"

"nonsense."

"Then where does your other side of affection come from?"

Si Yi remained arrogant, and he smiled coldly: "Telling you is no problem. I love justice, and I am willing to eradicate all evil in the world for the sake of justice."

As a swordsman revered by thousands for punishing evil and upholding justice, he is not just a figurehead.

As he spoke, the Phoenix Cry Sword in his hand slashed at the Qilin with magnificent momentum without hesitation.