Chapter Twenty-Seven: Murder Can Be Done Without Action

The Ruyi flying boat pierced through the clouds and broke through the sky, and advanced towards the foggy mountains at a high speed.

Although the disciples on the shuttle were all confident that they would win this mission, before the battle, they still tried their best to recuperate and maintain their own state.

This is also related to Lu Jinling's choice when selecting people, although she has little experience in handling general affairs, but the people she communicates with on weekdays still have an impression, those disciples with noble backgrounds, except for one Qi Shaokang who has a good relationship with herself, none of the others want.

The inner gate is selected to be those calm children who have more mission records and are more diligent in cultivation, although they have a relatively weak background in the sect, but the cultivation realm relies on strength to speak, and they are the backbone of the sect.

The others were those who were punished for the rebellion of the disciples of the Flying Immortal Sect, and these people were the most angry at Yi Suixing and the others, and in order to offset the harsh punishment, they must have spared no effort to hunt down Yi Suixing and the others.

Coupled with the disciples of the Yuan Fei Immortal Sect who want to atone for their sins and clear their suspicions, these people all have one thing in common, that is, they are all people who really do things, and they will not be able to hold back.

The performance of these people after they got on the boat did not disappoint Lu Jinling, all of them were intensively studied and cultivated, and there were few extravagant habits like those rich and noble children who would meet in case of trouble and feast when they gathered.

That night, Mrs. Ge Xuantai finished meditating and was ready to lie down and rest.

His cultivation is still shallow, and his cultivation should not be too hasty, and he should be relaxed to a certain extent, so proper sleep and rest are still necessary.

But just as he was falling asleep, a dull cough came.

"Ahem!"

The cough was very low, as if it had been deliberately suppressed to the extreme, and then I couldn't help the pain and itching in my lungs, and finally released a heavy stream of air rushing out of the lung tube.

Listening to your ears, you can even feel the sound of the air rushing against your lungs.

"This stupid, why didn't you let the evil qi wear you down?"

There was only one person on the boat who could cough, and that was Wang Zhong, and of course he knew.

With a secret curse in his heart, Ge Xuantai continued to sleep.

But when he was about to fall asleep again, a heavy cough came.

"Ahemβ€”β€”!"

The cough was hoarse and heavy than before, and he even heard the sound of a torn trachea.

Woken up by coughing twice in a row, Ge Xuantai was suddenly furious, only to feel that the bubble on his mouth that had just disappeared was about to reappear, and he couldn't wait to kill that kid now.

But on the flying boat, he didn't dare to make such a mistake, so he had to forcibly hold back, calm his mind, and try his best to let himself sleep.

However, whenever he was about to fall asleep, a low cough would wake him up from his half-asleep slumber, leaving him angry but nowhere to vent.

"It's a scourge! It's always a good thing to encounter it!"

Ge Xuan scolded too secretly, simply stopped sleeping, sat up and meditated cross-legged, and continued to exercise.

But the coughing didn't stop.

"Ahem...... Ahem...... Ahem......"

Even if he calmed down, Zhenyuan slowly ran Zhou Tian, refining the aura of heaven and earth.

But that cough still came to his mind very clearly, disturbing his practice to the point that he couldn't even settle down several times, and it was directly shocked from the true qi pranayama, making the true yuan in his body make a noise.

"Holy!!"

Ge Xuantai, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed, gritted his teeth, staring at the door with eyes that almost wanted to breathe fire.

"He must have done it on purpose!!"

Ge Xuantai gritted his teeth, as if through the double doors, he saw Wang Zhongzheng in the opposite room coughing, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He longed to go over now and break the king's body into pieces.

The coughing sound seemed to be sceptible, and it stopped inexplicably.

Ge Xuan suppressed the anger in his heart too strongly, and humiliated him set up a simple soundproof formation in the room.

Yes, humiliation!

Humiliated!

This is the deepest feeling in Ge Xuantai's heart at this moment.

Once upon a time, through a lot of hard work, he finally succeeded in building a foundation, and after merging into the new sect, he was able to shine, and he was appreciated by the inner door steward, and was arranged to manage a workshop of disciples in an important spiritual jade workshop, which was so high-spirited.

But now, all is gone.

Moreover, in the face of the initiator, a garbage who has been cultivating for more than ten years or is still a mere fourth-level qi refiner, not only can he not take revenge and relieve his hatred, but he also has to passively deal with the harassment of the other party and cannot fight back.

What an insult to him, a foundation-building genius?

But this is the Ruyi Flying Boat, Lu Jinling didn't let him entangle, he didn't dare to rush over and cut Wang Zhong in two.

"Boy, you wait for me, once you leave the flying boat, I will definitely put you to death!"

Ge Xuantai's teeth squeaked, arranging the spirit stones, and the soundproof formation was like a delicate gauze tent covering most of the room.

Only then did Ge Xuantai sit back in hatred and pranayama, and he wanted to sort out the restless true yuan in his body.

The coughing sound stopped coming, Ge Xuantai's mood gradually eased slightly, and as his mind calmed down, the restless Zhenyuan also began to calm down under the guidance of his consciousness.

Only then did Ge Xuantai settle down, and he was ready to practice diligently until he got off the ship.

But at this moment, a small voice, as if coming from nothingness, caused a gentle ripple in the spirit of his mind.

It was a slight sound of air currents, as if in a closed cavity, thousands of buzzing insects were constantly flapping their wings, and then stirring up a little bit of airflow.

That little bit of air flow followed the vague pipe and bubbles, exchanged and fused, and finally merged into a slightly thicker beam of air, and then hit the top of the cavity, lifted the lid, and drilled out.

Ge Xuantai, who was sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed, twitched his eyebrows, as if he had a nightmare in his sleep.

After that tiny ripple appeared, it seemed to open the long-lost confinement in the cavity.

All the insects increased their speed of flapping their wings little by little, and more and more air currents were generated, and the speed of convergence became faster and faster.

After a while, the next converging air stream broke through the upper cover of the cavity again, and collapsed out of the world.

In Ge Xuantai's mind, the ripples suddenly turned into microwaves.

And the fanning insects did not stop there, they became faster and faster, creating more and more air currents, and becoming more and more dense.

Bundles of air began to rush to the lid of the cavity, shaking the entire cavity as if it were about to explode.

And the lid that rushed open seemed to be completely lifted off, and countless air currents poured like a river, rushing open, like thunder.

"Ahem!"

"Ahem, ahem, ahem......"

"Ahem, ahem...... Cough...... cough cough ......"

Those countless air currents finally turned into countless continuous coughs, which exploded in Ge Xuantai's mind.

"Boom-"

It was as if ten thousand cannons were firing in unison, and it was as if the cavity finally couldn't hold up and exploded completely at this moment.

In the night, a strand of hair in Wang Zhong's palm suddenly burned out.

And Ge Xuan, who was sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes!

"Ahβ€”β€”!!!h

The formation was destroyed, the spirit stones flew wildly, and the pavilion room reinforced by the magic was shattered at this moment.

Ge Xuantai, who looked like a mad demon, held a sword, and the three magic weapons flew up and down, and the spiritual light around his body was rolling, surging like a tide, and his whole body cultivation was completely exploded and released at this moment, and he bombarded indiscriminately in all directions.

The main target of this is the room where the king of the opposite door is located.