sense of crisis
Zhongli Ye rolled his eyes, pointed at Hongle, and questioned Yanzhu, "What about him? I was lying next to you, but he insisted on squeezing in between us, separating us. What was he thinking? Can't you see it?"
Hong Le said frankly, "No priest in my divine realm can be contaminated by demonic energy, so please respect yourself, Demon King."
Zhongli Ye was so angry that his face turned black on the spot. Who has self-respect?
"No one else can interfere in what happens between us!"
"Shut up! Get to work!"
Yan Zhu pressed his brows together and cursed softly. Seeing that the two had quieted down, he ordered, "Hong Le, come with me to take a look inside. Please ask the Demon King to observe outside to see if there is anything unusual."
Seeing Zhongli Ye frowning, he was about to speak out a rebuttal, but Yan Zhu frowned and glared at him, and he swallowed the words back.
Forget it, just bear with it.
No? Yan Zhu used to be gentle and patient, but now she's become irritable and intimidating.
Who led him astray?
Zhongli Ye lay on the roof and observed his surroundings with a gloomy look in his eyes. He was suspicious of Yao Sheng. What went wrong?
The final conclusion is: Yanzhu has practiced and his cultivation level is not low.
For a moment, he wasn't sure if he could really reconcile with Yan Zhu. If they couldn't reconcile...
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Inside the ancestral hall.
While Yan Zhu was observing her surroundings, she also noticed the burning gaze behind her, which she had no way of ignoring.
She turned her head and looked at the man who was one step behind her. She lowered her voice and asked, "Lord Hongle, do you have anything to say?"
Hong Le lowered his eyes and asked, "What is the relationship between the God Lord and the Demon King?"
Yan Zhu raised an eyebrow. "My ex-fiancé ran off with the demon princess on our wedding day. Now he's come back and told me he's been hiding his true strength, enduring hardships, and finally got everything back with untold hardships. Now that the dust has settled, he wants to reconcile with me."
Hong Le's expression was dim and unclear in the moonlight. The man seemed to be thinking of something, and his expression was slightly gloomy.
"What is the God's plan?"
Yan Zhu stared at the man's expression, moved closer, and said with a smile, "If he had discussed it with me beforehand, there would have been a way around it. But now... it's impossible."
"My Lord, do you understand?" The woman said word by word. This time she did not mention anyone by name, but wanted to see if the man understood the deeper meaning.
Hong Le met the woman's eyes, which were gleaming with tiny black lights under the moonlight. After a while, he chuckled with a relieved tone.
At the same time, when the breeze blew by, Yan Zhu saw the face of the person in front of her changed in the fragrance of cold plum blossoms.
Qingxuan.
Yan Zhu touched the man's angular jaw and deep brow arch with ease. The moonlight added a touch of coldness to his face.
The woman said sarcastically, "Why don't you pretend anymore?"
Qing Xuan looked at the woman's charming smile and said, "The God is so perceptive. How could I possibly have hidden it from him? It's simply that the time has not come yet."
Facing the man's compliment, Yan Zhu snorted softly, "Nothing compares to the foresight of the Qingxuan Divine Lord, who prepared for the rainy days ahead."
Yan Zhu straightened her expression and looked around: "No one?"
She was just about to catch a few people and ask them.
Qingxuan: "Isn't there Kong Sangyue?"
Yan Zhu said without thinking: "I don't need her. At worst, I can blow up this place. I want to find out where the well is."
Wujiu transmitted the message: Master, why didn’t you tell Qingxuan? Is it because you were afraid that it would upset Kong Sangyue, causing her soul to become turbulent and she wouldn’t be able to survive in the human world until dawn?
Yan Zhu replied: Instead of telling him what to do, it would be better to find that well.
Wu Jiu: Isn't Qing Xuan a fortune teller? Why don't you just ask him to tell you a fortune?
Yes, Yanzhu’s eyes lit up. His spiritual sense couldn’t detect it, but Qingxuan should be able to figure it out, right?
So the woman turned her head and looked at the man with bright eyes.
The latter coughed and said, "Follow me."
Yan Zhu: “?”
Yan Zhu was about to say something when she was startled by the man's actions.
"Shhh."
Qingxuan's index finger pressed Yanzhu's red lips without warning. The latter was stunned for a moment. Why did this bastard use her tricks to tease her?
Is this still the elegant and calm Qingxuan?
Then the man naturally took Yanzhu's wrist and walked through the inner courtyard of the ancestral hall, which was as dark as a dark beast, and came to the door of a house.
At the man's signal, Yanzhu pushed hard.
“Crack—”
Although the sound was faint, it was extremely clear in the dead silence of this world. Almost instantly, Yan Zhu felt the footsteps not far away.
Yanzhu looked at Qingxuan: Something is coming.
Qingxuan: There is a small tail, probably heading for the well inside, it’s okay.
Before he finished speaking, Yan Zhu frowned, noticing the movement in space and sensing Kong Sangyue's excitement, so he waved his hand and released the soul flower.
The soul flower immediately flew quickly towards a certain direction in the darkness. At the same time, the air behind Yan Zhu was violently stirred, causing the stones on the ground to tremble.
Qingxuan: "Follow the soul flowers and you will find the well. Leave them to me. Don't worry, no matter where you are, I will find you."
Yanzhu glanced at Qingxuan who was disguised again. Now he was Hongle, so his cultivation was naturally unfathomable. He didn't need to act or her protection.
So the woman followed the soul flower and turned into the darkness.
Yan Zhu took Wu Jiu out and used the light emitted by the soul flower and Wu Jiu's mirror to dispel a lot of darkness, and the surroundings suddenly became bright.
After winding around seven or eight bends, we continued down, seemingly underground, until the stone lanterns on both sides of the passage reflected each other, and a dark and dead atmosphere came from the front.
The air was thin and still, and it looked dead no matter how you looked at it.
The Soul Flower suddenly stopped where it was. Kong Sangyue said, "There's something dirty in this passage. It's spraying black stuff that can corrode anyone who passes by."
The woman looked over and observed carefully. She roughly understood that the dirt in Kong Sangyue's mouth should be turbid air condensed into water droplets, referred to as turbid drops. Turbid air can devour spiritual power. If it condenses into turbid drops, it can naturally corrode all things. After all, all things are spiritual bodies.
However, the foul air was of no use to her, and they would rather let her go.
Yan Zhu reached out and grabbed the soul flower, then walked over...
I just felt something stirring in the dark, but nothing happened.
"Why is this happening? Is it broken?"
Kong Sangyue's voice was filled with surprise, but then she remembered that Yan Zhu was a god, and it all seemed normal to her. She wondered if she could ask Yan Zhu to help her find Kong Sangmu, but she had already asked Yan Zhu to help her get revenge, so it would be inappropriate to add the question of finding someone.
Yan Zhu followed Hun Hua to the end of the passage as if no one was around. He touched his chin, then suppressed his spiritual energy and cultivation. Just as he was about to push the door open, he heard footsteps behind him, very light but very fast.
The woman turned around and met the gaze of the man who had just turned the corner across the passage. It was Qingxuan with Hongle's face.
Yan Zhu glanced at the turbid drops on both sides of the passage, and reminded: There is turbid air on both sides.
Qingxuan nodded, but did not stop, and walked straight towards Yanzhu step by step.
The woman frowned, watching the foul air emanate, a corrosive, sour smell lingering in the air. Then she saw Qingxuan, dressed in black, rustling his clothes. He raised his wrist, and the air around him stagnated, instantly freezing the turbid drops into chunks that scattered to the ground before melting a moment later...
Vaporize water, and water freezes into ice.
Kong Sangyue: "Hey! This brother is not only good-looking, but also very powerful!"
Blinking his eyes, Qingxuan slowly walked to Yanzhu, took the soul flower from the person in front of him, shrunk it, and pinned it in Yanzhu's hair as a piece of jewelry.
Yan Zhu looked puzzled. This bastard's behavior was too ambiguous and could lead to misunderstanding.
Wujiu transmitted a message: Ever since Zhongli Ye appeared, there has been something wrong with Qingxuan's eyes.
Yanzhu: What's wrong?
Wujiu: She looks so affectionate, which doesn't seem like Qingxuan at all.
Yan Zhu nodded. It was indeed true. Could it be that with Zhongli Ye around, Qingxuan had other thoughts?
Unexpectedly, the man said the next second: "Holding flowers in your hand will make it difficult to fight later."
Wujiu: ...
Kong Sangyue:......
Yan Zhu: What other thoughts could that damn man have? She is overthinking it.
"Heh." Yan Zhu couldn't help but sneered softly.
Qingxuan voice transmission: Does the God have anything to say?
Yan Zhu ignored him, not even looking at Qing Xuan, and directly waved his sleeve to open the stone door. He thought it was a small secret room, but he never expected that there was another world inside -
It is very spacious, with countless holes carved out of the rock, just enough to accommodate one or two people.
Then, she saw densely packed heads appearing from the large and small holes, looking down, with curiosity, numbness, despair... and hope.
In the darkness, those pairs of eyes were extremely bright.
Yan Zhu's scalp suddenly tingled. This place was cold and eerie, with no sunlight at all. In just a moment, she felt a little breathless...
This is a large dungeon that holds thousands of prisoners.
The strange well, located in the center of the dungeon, sensed the approach of strangers and began to emit wisps of black gas, which then wrapped around Yanzhu and Qingxuan, like soul-catching chains that were demanding their lives.
The soul flower that Kong Sangyue was parasitic on began to tremble non-stop from the moment it entered here, until the black gas appeared, and the entire flower bud began to tremble, and the sound continued to tremble.
Qingxuan: "Before they come, rescue these people first."
Yan Zhu nodded: "Let's do it, Lord Hongle."
The man chuckled, then opened and closed his hands, his sleeves fluttering, and the yarrow beads on his fingertips transformed into countless rays of light, instantly illuminating the entire dungeon while piercing through the restrictions of each hole.
"Thank you, sir! Thank you very much!"
Some people with quick reactions crawled out of the cave, and even if the cave was high, they gritted their teeth and jumped down to escape.
The height above was too high. If an ordinary person jumped down, he would at best break his legs, and at worst lose his life. So those people were hesitant, but in order to escape, they simply closed their eyes, as if taking a gamble, and jumped down from the height. The woman with the child had extremely anxious eyes, but did not make any other movements.
Wu Jiu shouted, "Don't they want to die?"
"Maybe in their eyes, sometimes life is worse than death."
Yan Zhu summoned Hei Ling and created several clones to catch the people falling from the air one by one, and also lifted down the people who were hesitant because of fear in the cave above.
"Thank you, sir!"
Yan Zhu frowned and used her spiritual power to raise her voice: "Don't push."
But there are always people who ignore the advice and rush forward like mad, bumping into and stepping on each other. This is human nature in life and death situations.
Yan Zhu had no choice but to ask Hei Ling to suppress the two turbid drops to avoid hurting innocent people.
Qingxuan asked, "Were you captured for experimentation? Are you all outsiders?"
A strong man said hurriedly in a hoarse voice: "Yes! Many people have died. We are the new batch of people coming to the Spiritual Sacrifice Day! We were all deceived by the opportunity in Lingquan Town!"
The other man had a haggard face, seemingly having been there longer, and his vocal cords were damaged. "There was a young man who succeeded. He was the only one who succeeded, but he ran away."
Yan Zhu: "Let them go out first."
Otherwise, a fight might break out and someone might get hurt.
Qingxuan's eyes turned cold: "It's too late."
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