Chapter 171: The Phantom of the Evil God
The two smiled at each other and walked together.
Jingwu looked at the person in the other cage and asked, "Is this person also from the Xuanmen sect?"
Yue Huai was currently preoccupied with his seriously injured master and senior brother, and upon being reminded, he immediately went forward to check on them.
The man, in his forties or fifties, was thin and pale. Although he had no injuries, he was breathing very weakly, as if he were about to die at any moment.
Her fair face was dirty, but you could still vaguely make out her kind features.
Upon seeing his face clearly, Yue Huai exclaimed in surprise, "Prince Yu?!"
Upon hearing this, Jingwu immediately turned around to look.
Prince Yu? What a coincidence!
Jingwu watched as the boy rescued the person, then glanced at the person in front of him suspiciously.
His hair was disheveled, and he was stripped down to only his undergarments. He didn't have many wounds, but he looked extremely weak.
She was filled with doubt and was about to observe further when she sensed a familiar force approaching from behind.
Jingwu grabbed one person with each hand and immediately dodged the evil force.
After regaining her footing, she turned her head and saw a phantom image solidify in front of her.
Black yin energy condensed into a human figure. This person's features were indistinct, and he was surrounded by an immense pressure that made people dare not look directly at him.
"You have quite the nerve, daring to trespass on my residence!"
A hoarse, piercing sound came through, causing Jingwu to frown involuntarily.
She looked up and stared directly at the illusory figure in front of her, trying to guess who it was.
"This one? Could it be the Soul-Devouring Evil God?"
As soon as the idea came to her, the people above provided the answer.
"It was you two brats who destroyed three of my statues." The illusory figure was filled with yin energy, causing the surrounding temperature to drop even further. "Now, you still dare to rob my people? You are truly greenhorns, ignorant of the immensity of heaven and earth."
Upon hearing this, Jingwu thought to himself, "Oh no, we've really encountered an evil god. This is bound to be a fierce battle."
She twitched the corners of her mouth, looked up at the illusory figure in front of her, and carefully observed it, looking for a breakthrough.
Yue Huai narrowed his eyes, his face filled with unconcealed hatred. It was this thing that had caused his father and mother to be seriously injured and their cultivation to be completely destroyed.
A fire ignited in his heart, and he longed to go forward and fight him to the death.
But reason told him no, Jingwu was still alive, his master and senior brother were still alive, he couldn't drag them down with him to their deaths.
Yue Huai took a deep breath and suppressed the anger in his heart.
The evil god looked at the boy's suppressed anger, a hint of appreciation flashing in his eyes. Then, he said, "I see that you two are both very talented and promising. If you two help me, I will spare your lives. What do you say?"
He hadn't consumed enough souls yet, and couldn't create a suitable golden body. That old fool Yi Yang was too stupid; he almost ruined his entire scheme.
The two people in front of me are intelligent and know how to be patient. If they can do things for me, my revival will be just around the corner.
A hint of disgust flashed in Jingwu's eyes, and he immediately wanted to refuse.
Just as he was about to speak, he noticed that the blue folding fan inside the Qiankun bag was about to move.
The next second, a soft female voice entered her ears.
“Master, don’t be afraid. This phantom is just an avatar of that old man. Its power is only one-tenth of his. Xiao Zi and I can deal with it together.”
Jingwu looked up in surprise to check the expressions of the people around him, but they all looked normal, as if they hadn't heard what he said.
She turned to look at the boy, only to see him also looking up at her hurriedly.
Their eyes met, and the boy took out a purple fan, tentatively looking at the person in front of him.
Seeing that she nodded, I breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that she had heard me too.
Jingwu looked at the fan in his hand and understood. While keeping his eyes fixed on the phantom of the evil god and feigning allegiance, he took out the green fan.
"If we surrender to you, what can you give us?"
Upon hearing this, Yun Zhaohui, who was barely breathing, suddenly raised his head. Ignoring the dizziness in his head, he immediately said, "Young friend Jing, you mustn't..."
The evil god chuckled twice, then said, "Whatever you want, I can give you. For example, the favor of your father and mother, or making your sister Jing Shu disappear."
Upon hearing this, Jingwu's expression subtly changed.
It seems the evil god has thoroughly investigated her.
She smiled sweetly, a slight upturn to her lips: "Really?"
"nature."
Before the words were even finished, two folding fans, one green and one purple, were swiftly flicked out, leaving afterimages as they headed towards the illusory figure.
The next second, a hoarse scream rang out.
"Ah! You dare to play me for fools!"
The magic of the cyan-purple folding fan swallowed the afterimage, making a sizzling sound, until it disappeared.
Jingwu snorted coldly, somewhat disdainfully: "Who cares?"
She carefully put the green fan away and returned it to her Qiankun bag.
Turning to the boy who was doing the same thing, she nodded: "Let's go quickly."
"good."
The two chanted a teleportation spell and brought the three seriously injured people out.
Since returning to the capital was too far and the two had exhausted themselves that day, they could only find a nearby inn to stay in.
As soon as he checked in, Yue Huai immediately checked on his master and senior brother's injuries.
Although the two were seriously injured, their meridians and cultivation were still intact, so it seemed that they hadn't had a chance to be taken away yet.
Yue Huai breathed a sigh of relief and immediately invited a doctor to treat his master, senior brother, and Prince Yu.
After the doctor arrived, he went outside and knocked on the door next door.
Jingwu was looking at the blue folding fan when he heard the knock on the door. He immediately guessed that it was Yue Huai and said, "Come in."
Yue Huai walked in, saw the folding fan in her hand, sat down, and asked, "Did you also hear a male voice in the dungeon just now?"
"A male voice?" Jing Wu looked up in surprise and asked in confusion, "No, I heard a female voice."
"A female voice?"
Yue Huai took out the purple fan and placed it next to the green fan, pondering in confusion.
Could it be that they heard different voices?
"Oh dear, stop guessing! I'm the female voice, and Xiao Zi is the male voice." Qing Shan suddenly stood up, her fan handle bouncing on the table.
Zi Shan, who was standing to the side, also stood up, jumped a couple of times, and replied, "Mm."
Jingwu looked at the two folding fans, tilted his head, and was quite surprised.
Are all ritual implements this advanced now?
"If you can talk, why didn't you say so before?"
She snapped her green fan twice and said in an arrogant tone, "Say it if you want to, don't say it if you don't want to."
Jingwu and Yue Huai's eyes twitched. What a unique fan!
They focused their attention on the purple fan, and saw him jump around a couple of times and say something.
"Yes, Xiaoqing is right."
An idiom suddenly popped into Jingwu's mind.
The wife leads and the husband follows.
It suits these two fans quite well...
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