"At this time, the eerie and terrifying voice in the sky came again. I didn't expect that the Holy Son of Lingxu Palace would have such strength."

Su Qiyuan stood there, his white hair fluttering in the wind, his sword-like eyebrows slanting into his temples, and his eyes flashing with cold light, like the bright yet cold stars in the night sky.

He stared at the direction where the voice came from and said coldly, "No matter what kind of ghost you are, today is the day when you will disappear into thin air."

The voice seemed to come from the Nine Nether Hell, sharp and piercing, yet full of endless gloom. After hearing Su Qiyuan's words.

The laughter was even more terrifying, like the cry of a night owl, echoing in this empty place, making people feel creepy.

I stood aside, my hands clenched tightly, my palms covered in sweat, my heart beating so hard in my chest that it seemed like it was about to burst through.

Su Qiyuan's expression was calm. Between his ten fingers, shimmering handprints emerged one after another, like nimble fish swimming. The purple light was brilliant and holy, seemingly able to dispel all the haze in the world.

The moment the handprints took shape, a cold light flashed in Su Qiyuan's eyes. He let out a low shout and pushed his hands forward suddenly. The handprints were packed with overwhelming force.

It whizzed towards the black hand like a meteor chasing the moon. The air along the way was buzzing with this powerful force, as if playing a war song for the forces of good and evil that were about to collide.

I saw Su Qiyuan's purple spiritual energy and the rolling demonic energy emitted by the black hand competing with each other, and for a moment they were evenly matched.

I gritted my teeth, a glint of determination flashed in my eyes, and I mobilized all the spiritual power in my body. This spiritual power roared and rushed through my meridians and gathered at my fingertips. I wrote the word "fire" with all my strength in the air.

The word "fire" suddenly shone brightly and turned into a blazing purple flame. The flame leaped and rushed, carrying my anger, and roared towards the black hand.

The moment the flame touched the black hand, the black demonic energy and the purple flame intertwined and collided with each other, making crackling sounds and sparks flying, like fireworks blooming.

After being attacked by my purple flame, the black hand seemed to be afraid of the power of the flame and trembled slightly in the air.

Then the terrifying voice from the sky came again: "You are that little girl, right? I must kill you today."

As he spoke, a black flag suddenly appeared in the air. The flag was pitch black and emitted a foul odor. The strange runes embroidered on the flag were flashing with a faint light.

Then, a black vortex slowly emerged from the black flag. The vortex spun rapidly, making bursts of whistling sounds, and then attacked me at an alarming speed with a strong demonic energy.

Seeing that the vortex was about to attack me, my second brother and sister Yanran shouted at the same time: "Little sister, be careful!" "Sister Ling'er, be careful!" Their voices were full of anxiety and worry, and were carried far away in the wind.

I just felt like my feet were nailed to the ground, unable to move, and fear overwhelmed me like a tide.

At this time, Su Qiyuan had no time to draw out his spiritual power to resist. He flashed and instantly stretched out his powerful arms to hug me.

The vortex instantly knocked the two of us away, and the powerful impact seemed to tear our bodies apart.

Su Qiyuan and I both spat out blood at the same time, and the blood floated in the air and spilled onto the ground.

At this moment, I was held in Su Qiyuan's arms. I felt the world in front of me begin to blur, my consciousness gradually faded away, and I felt like I was about to die.

I saw Su Qiyuan reach out his hand and gently wipe the blood off my mouth. His hand was warm and his eyes were full of concern and self-blame.

He said softly, "Ling'er, lie here for a while, my brother will be here soon."

After saying that, Su Qiyuan carefully put me down and then suddenly flew into the air.

His figure seemed so small yet so resolute in the air, and then he said coldly: "You dared to hurt my junior sister today, I will make your soul fly to pieces."

As he spoke, his hands danced rapidly in the air, writing down purple runes one after another.

Those runes shone with mysterious light, gathered into a shadow, and with the momentum of destroying the world, smashed towards the black palm with the force of a tidal wave.

In less than a moment, the evil energy in the black palm was dispersed bit by bit under the attack of the runes.

The terrifying voice uttered a cry of pain, and then said bitterly, "I'll spare you this time."

After saying that, the black hand slowly dissipated, and the evil spirit around it gradually receded. The ghosts that were originally attacking frantically seemed to have received some instructions and retreated into the darkness and disappeared.

After the evil energy dissipated, the sky immediately returned to normal, clear as a mirror, as if the thrilling battle before was just an illusory dream.

But the bloody smell in the air and the devastated scene around ruthlessly revealed that everything that had just happened was real.

"Su Qiyuan's eyes were fixed on the gradually retreating black hand."

He could no longer suppress the surging blood in his body. With a "wow", he spat out another mouthful of blood. The bright red color looked particularly glaring under the gray sky.

His legs seemed to have lost all strength, and he involuntarily knelt down slowly, his knees making a dull sound as they hit the ground.

With his hands on the ground, Su Qiyuan gasped for breath, and every breath was accompanied by a tearing pain.

After taking a breath, Su Qiyuan gritted his teeth, clenched his fists tightly, and relied on his tenacious will.

He endured the severe pain all over his body, propped himself up little by little, and slowly walked towards me.

At this time, everyone was rushing towards me anxiously, with hurried footsteps.

At this moment, I could only hear the noisy sounds around me. My eyelids seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, and I couldn't open my eyes no matter how hard I tried. My body was soft and I had no strength at all. I felt like I was really about to die.

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