Cangyue stood up from the next table and helped Qingzhi up, "Master, this way."
Qing Zhixin closed her eyes and followed Cangyue's steps.
Until... I smelled a familiar smell.
This is!
Qingzhi opened her eyes and saw that the entire room was covered with black vines. The vines seemed to have life and flew towards Qingzhi quickly.
Soul-eating vine!
Wherever the Soul-Devouring Vine goes, it will plunder all the spiritual energy and opportunities around it.
But, it was born in the dark and gloomy southwest, so how could it be in Cang Yue Ridge...
Without time to think, Qingzhi raised her hand to block the attack of the Soul-Devouring Vine.
Perhaps because she had been drinking, her reaction speed was a little slow. Although she resisted the frontal attack of the Soul-Devouring Vine, she did not realize that the cunning Soul-Devouring Vine had already surrounded her from behind.
The Soul-Devouring Vine seized the opportunity and pierced through Qing Zhi's shoulder with its ferocious blade.
Sizzle——
A stream of blood gushed out.
"Disciple, what are you still standing there for? Save me!"
She roared rapidly, and in return, Cangyue clapped his hands calmly.
Hearing the sound of the Soul-Devouring Vine stretching out its vines, covering Cangyue's palm, and rubbed the corner of his clothes.
"you!"
Qingzhi clutched her shoulder in disbelief and looked at Cangyue, "How dare you raise forbidden creatures and harm your master! This is treason! You deserve death!"
"Master, I don't want to embarrass you."
Cangyue shook his head regretfully, but his calm eyes didn't show any regret at all.
"As long as Master is willing to lend the Hundred Herbs Spiritual Realm to the Cang family, the Cang family will treat Master well and treat him as a guest of honor."
Cangyue waved his fingers, and four vines of the Soul-Devouring Vine immediately flew out and bound Qingzhi's limbs.
All things are mutually exclusive and mutually exclusive. The thing that Qingzhi, who was transformed from a spiritual herb, fears the most is the Spirit-Devouring Vine.
This is the secret that Cangyue discovered after lurking around Qingzhi for many days.
The skin strangled by the Soul-Devouring Vine quickly aged and became stiff. When Cangyue touched it lightly, it was like broken lime, floating away in the wind.
Qingzhi stared at Cangyue angrily.
She never expected that the disciple she had carefully selected and trained would dare to covet her magic weapon.
"Borrow? Are you trying to steal my divine weapon? Cangyue, your master is so disappointed in you."
"As long as you find Qilin, I will definitely help you speak well of him in front of the master. I wish you to ascend to become an immortal monarch as soon as possible."
"You have failed me, your teacher, and I have misjudged you. I chose you, a greedy, stubborn, and traitorous scum! I will definitely..."
Without waiting for Qingzhi to finish speaking, Cangyue drew out the sharp blade in his hand and stabbed Qingzhi.
"Let down?"
"Master, have you lied so much that you've even deceived yourself?"
"When have you ever cultivated me? You only suppress me and use me. My excellence is just a way for you to show off to other immortals."
Cangyue stabbed the blade even harder, and his palm was stained with Qingzhi's blood. The Soul-Devouring Vine seemed to have smelled a delicious delicacy, and it clung to Cangyue's palm one after another, licking the blood clean.
The remaining soul-devouring vines pierced Qingzhi's wounds, sucking the blood full of spiritual power.
Qingzhi opened her mouth, but no sound came out.
"Why, Master, you can't speak?"
"You should be telling me to be humble and not be overwhelmed by that lowly snake Ming Teng during the college entrance exam!"
Cangyue grabbed Qingzhi's hair, a disdainful smile appearing on the corner of his mouth.
"That lowly thing is no match for me!"
"He was just lucky, but luck doesn't always happen to him."
"As long as I have the Hundred Herbs Spirit Realm, I will possess endless magical power. I will be the supreme king of this world, oh no, the six realms."