Chapter 120: Eat shit!

Shen Qingze's dagger stopped at the throat of the last man in black.

Warm blood dripped down the tip of the dagger, forming a small dark red flower on the stone slab.

He pulled out the dagger that was stuck in the other person's shoulder blade with his backhand. The blade drew a silver arc in the air, and the strong wind it created blew the strands of hair on his forehead.

The bodies of the black-clad guards were lying all over the place, and their weapons were scattered all over the ground, making dull clash sounds.

He rushed to the stone cage, his heart sank.

The people in the cage were slumped in the hay, their eyes wide open but without focus, as if covered by a thick layer of white mist.

Tan Nana's head leaned against the iron railing, her lips slightly opening and closing, but no sound came out.

Her rosy cheeks were now as white as paper, and her breathing was so weak that she could hardly feel it.

A middle-aged man mechanically repeated the swallowing action, making a "huhu" sound in his throat, but his eyes did not move.

It was as if the soul had been taken away long ago, leaving only an empty shell.

"It is indeed the Soul Devouring Formation."

Shen Qingze's fingertips turned white. He took out three pieces of talisman paper and stacked them together. A faint blue flame ignited on his fingertips.

The talisman stretched into a golden pattern of light in the air, rushing towards the gabion railing with a sharp sound of breaking wind.

A lavender barrier was vaguely visible there, wrapping the entire cage like a thin spider web.

“Sizzle——”

The moment the talisman hit the barrier, it exploded like a drop of water thrown into boiling oil.

The golden light was swallowed up by the purple mist in an instant, without even a ripple.

Shen Qingze's face suddenly turned cold. He had never seen such a domineering forbidden spell.

It stands to reason that there is no way he could fail to break the Soul Devouring Formation, but this formation could easily dissolve even the secret boundary-breaking talisman passed down by his master.

Unless there is some other magical power?

"Still standing there?"

Yao Tailing's voice came closer to him without him noticing.

"Teacher Shen, be careful!"

Xiao Qihao's roar came from behind, mixed with the crisp sound of iron colliding.

"I can still hold on here, Mr. Shen, please be careful!"

Shen Qing turned around and saw Yao Tailing's folding fan entangled with Xiao Qihao's scabbard.

That boy is smart. He knows how to seize the enemy's weapons.

Yao Tailing was obviously not in the upper hand.

The hem of his black robe had been cut open, and blood was oozing from his exposed forearm, but he still smiled frivolously.

"Your movements are fast, but your aim is a little off. Did you hurt your muscles and bones when Young Master Ye tied you to the pillar last time?"

"Shut up!"

Xiao Qihao's knife slashed towards the opponent's heart with a sound of wind, but Yao Tailing dodged it by leaning sideways.

The blade scraped across the fabric, creating a trail of sparks.

At this moment, two men in black who had escaped attacked from the side with long knives in hand.

Shen Qing jumped onto the top of the stone cage with his toes, and the dagger flew out of his hand, accurately nailing the wrists of the two men.

"Qi Hao!"

His voice was clear and rapid.

"I'll go and take down the core of the formation. I'll leave this to you!"

Xiao Qihao paused in his blocking motion, then nodded heavily.

"Be careful of Renly and Ye Xiang!"

He turned around suddenly and smashed the back of Yao Tailing's neck with the back of his knife.

While the other party was bending over in pain, the blade was already against his throat.

"Don't move!"

Yao Tailing suddenly laughed softly, and even stretched his neck forward, the cold blade touching his skin.

"Are you eager to die?! Then I will chop off your head and kick it into the trash can like a ball!"

Shen Qing ignored their fight.

He took out the last stack of talisman paper and quickly drew a complex spell in the air with his fingertips.

The golden light condensed into an arrow in his palm, and shot straight towards the God's Messenger Platform with a sharp sound.

Renly was standing at the brightest point of the halo, and suddenly he stopped forming seals with his hands, as if he sensed the danger.

“Stop him!”

Renly's voice was filled with shock and anger, but it was too late.

Just as the arrow was about to penetrate the golden light, a dark shadow suddenly rushed over from the side.

It turned out that Yao Tailing had somehow broken free from Xiao Qihao's grip and used his folding fan to block the arrow.

Golden light exploded on his shoulder, and a charred hole suddenly appeared on his black robe.

"My little beauty, are you so anxious?"

Yao Tailing brushed off the sparks on his shoulders, with an undisguised malicious smile.

"It's much more interesting than Master Ye's appearance - why not follow me? I promise you will be more respectable than following this fool."

Shen Qingze's eyes were as cold as ice.

"Get lost."

"What a hot temper."

Yao Tailing's folding fan suddenly pointed at the stone cage.

"If I throw that girl into the platform right now, will you two kowtow to me on the spot?"

"you!"

Xiao Qihao's pupils suddenly contracted.

He remembered that when Ye Xiang asked him to kneel in front of the window and pose in that position, Yao Tailing was standing in the slave yard.

I raised my head and it seemed as if my eyes met his through the air.

Later, she even mentioned it to Ye Xiang leisurely: "Your lover's knees are weak, why not let him learn to do something else?"

"I kill you!"

Xiao Qihao's knife suddenly lost control and slashed towards Yao Tailing. Shen Qing had no time to catch him, and he actually let him rush towards Yao Tailing.

But the opponent caught his weakness and hit him hard on the wrist with the folding fan.

The moment the dagger slipped out of his hand, Xiao Qihao actually rushed forward, hugged Yao Tailing's waist tightly and slammed him into the stone cage.

"Bang--"

The two of them bumped into the iron railings. Yao Tailing's head hit the railings and he groaned.

Xiao Qihao took the opportunity to grab his folding fan and broke it into two pieces with a "crack".

"You think you're worthy of holding a fan? Go eat shit!"

Yao Tailing's smile finally froze.

He looked at the broken fan on the ground, his eyes flashing with cruelty.

"It seems that we have to get serious. Do you think that when Master Ye sees you like this, he will tear your tendons so that you can no longer hold the knife?"

"That depends on whether you can survive and go back to report the news!"

Xiao Qihao's fists rained down on Yao Tailing's face, each of them carrying a long-suppressed hatred.

He saw blood oozing from the other person's mouth, and suddenly felt a sense of pleasure, mixed with a strong sense of nausea.

This face that always had a false smile overlapped with Ye Xiang's cold face.

They all made him feel disgusted!

Shen Qingze had already rushed to the edge of the God's Messenger Platform.

Renly's spells were chanting more and more rapidly. The golden light around Ye Xiang was as thick as liquid, and even his outline became blurred.

He took out the last piece of talisman paper and was about to use it when he heard Yao Tailing's cry of pain from behind him.

Xiao Qihao actually broke the opponent's wrist.

“Good job.”

The corners of Shen Qingze's mouth curled up slightly, and then he turned around, and the talisman on his fingertips lit up again.

"Renly, your time of death has come!"

Throughout the slave yard, the sounds of swords clashing, spells being chanted, and faint moans from the stone cages intertwined.

The golden light in the center of the platform was becoming more intense at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It seemed as if some huge monster was about to break through the light!