Master Qin Hua watched helplessly as that wisp of Xuanhuang Qi adhered to his body.

His once neat and dignified appearance had turned into a disheveled and wretched state.

He had never been so miserable before.

"You wicked creature! I will kill you with my own hands!"

Master Qin Hua's face was ashen, and large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead. In this critical moment, he gritted his teeth and resolutely cast the Blood Sacrifice Curse. A flash of cold light appeared, followed by a shrill scream, and one of his legs snapped off, blood gushing out and instantly staining the ground beneath his feet.

He endured the excruciating pain that seemed to tear his soul apart, frantically channeling his spiritual power into the flying artifact that had been with him for many years. In an instant, the artifact shone brightly, humming as it transformed into a dazzling streak of light, carrying True Person Qin Hua as it sped and weaved through the void.

But the vines were stabbing at him with unimaginable speed.

Wherever the vines passed, black spatial rifts were torn open in the air. Qin Hua Zhenren stared wide-eyed in horror as the vines, like an incomparably sharp spear, mercilessly pierced his chest. The icy touch and excruciating pain instantly spread throughout his body. His body stiffened abruptly, and a mouthful of blood spurted out like a jet of blood shooting into the distance.

But the vines didn't stop there. Instead, like a giant python ready to devour its prey, they coiled tightly around his body, frantically absorbing every inch of his flesh and blood.

Qin Hua Zhenren felt as if his body was bound by countless red-hot iron chains, every inch of his skin enduring excruciating pain as if he were being burned alive. Painful groans escaped his throat, and blood gushed uncontrollably from his mouth and nose, staining the vines a glaring crimson.

Bai Ying stared at the scene before her, her fingers clenching tightly.

But to her surprise, Qin Hua Zhenren vanished the next instant.

The spot where he had just been stood transformed into a yellow talisman that slowly floated to the ground.

Bai Ying stared at it coldly, almost forgetting that the cultivators of Huayang Sect possessed this thing.

This life-saving talisman can save a person's life in the most critical moments!

Qin Hua Zhenren still managed to escape.

However, only the Sect Master of Huayang Sect can refine this substitute talisman, and the refinement process takes an extremely long time. Apart from the core members of Huayang Sect, no one else can possess it.

She knew that even Qin Hua himself only had one copy.

In that case, she can find a way to kill him.

This time, she vowed not to be human if she didn't kill Qin Hua Zhenren!

Bai Ying had almost used up her Xuanhuang Qi, and she could no longer stay here. Bai Ying quickly threw out a wisp of Xuanhuang Qi in one direction to attract the attention of the Demon King Vine.

Then, she leaped onto the magical artifact, unleashing the full power of her movement technique and the artifact's strength. In an instant, the artifact transformed into a streak of light, carrying her like a shooting star as they streaked across the sky, fleeing frantically above the dense jungle. The wind whistled past her ears, and she dared not pause for even a moment.

After an unknown amount of time, when the suffocating pressure in the surrounding air subsided and the ground beneath her feet stopped trembling, Bai Ying finally confirmed that she had escaped the Demon King Vine's territory. She let out a long sigh, her slightly trembling hand reaching for her storage bag, and softly chanted an incantation. A gentle light flashed, and Murong Jin's figure appeared before her.

Murong Jin looked at her with great concern, knowing that he was not of much use, so he hid in the storage bag to heal his wounds while waiting for Bai Ying.

He only breathed a sigh of relief when Bai Ying released him.

"Are you alright?"

Although Bai Ying possessed a great deal of Xuanhuang Qi, it seemed she could easily control the Demon King Vine.

But how could such terrifying ancient creatures be so easily controlled?

Every move Bai Ying made was like dancing on a tightrope; if she fell, there would be no way out!

Murong Jin was really worried; he was constantly on edge while in the storage bag.

Even so, he was still trying his best to heal and recover. He was afraid that something might happen to Bai Ying, and he was sure he would have enough spiritual power to help her get away from here.

Seeing that Bai Ying seemed to be alright, Murong Jin gently curled the corners of his mouth.

Bai Ying shook her head at Murong Jin and said, "It's nothing."

Without further hesitation, Murong Jin swiftly mobilized his spiritual power, continuously channeling it into the flying artifact. The artifact shone even brighter, its speed suddenly increasing, like a bolt of lightning slicing through the sky, whistling through the clouds.

Although the sudden appearance of the Demon King Vine caused the group of cultivators to suffer a near annihilation, there were still survivors.

Among these survivors were several Nascent Soul stage experts. Once they recovered, they would undoubtedly do everything in their power to track down Bai Ying and Murong Jin. If they were to catch up, a fierce battle would be inevitable, with unimaginable consequences.

At this moment, both Bai Ying and Murong Jin were at their limit, having reached the limits of their physical and spiritual power.

Bai Ying's condition was extremely poor. Her previous manipulation of the Demon King Vine using the Xuanhuang Qi had severely depleted her energy and spiritual power, leaving her exhausted and on the verge of collapse. Murong Jin was in even worse shape. Despite having managed some healing, his injuries from the intense battle had been too severe, damaging his very foundation. At this moment, his face was deathly pale, devoid of color, and his breathing was disordered and weak.

The two sped forward recklessly, their hearts filled with anxiety and unease. Only when the figures of the Lingxiao Sect members appeared in the distant sky, their familiar attire and banners coming into view, did Bai Ying's heart finally settle down. She breathed a sigh of relief, and her tense nerves finally relaxed a little.

Murong Jin quickly flew towards the group of people from the Lingxiao Sect.

The Lingxiao Sect Master and Xuanyuan Chen looked at them with great concern. Wu Hansong and Fang Jingyu, whom Bai Ying had rescued earlier, were also by their side.

Fang Jingyu practically wanted to wipe out the entire Lu family.

The Lu family has gone too far. He only asked Bai Ying to help him cure his illness because he had a good relationship with the Lu family patriarch.

But he never expected that not only the Lu family patriarch, but the entire Lu family would repay kindness with enmity. When he heard Xuan Yuanchen tell him these things, he wanted nothing more than to tear them apart.

Seeing Bai Ying's extremely disheveled appearance, he said to her, "Where are their men? I'll go kill them!"

However, Bai Ying stopped him: "There are too many of them. Let's go back first."

Even though so many died just now, just as many escaped.

Even if all the people in front of her attacked together, they wouldn't be a match for so many Nascent Soul stage cultivators.

But it doesn't matter, she has already thought of a way to catch all of them in one fell swoop!