I don’t know how this person can run so fast. Even if Zhuang Yujing tried his best, he could only see the other person’s back, but at least he didn’t lose him.
Just as he was thinking this, fog suddenly rose, and Zhuang Yujing realized that he had unknowingly chased to the top of the mountain, which seemed to be the mountain with the Fusang Temple.
Unfortunately, after the fog cleared, he found that he had lost Fan Zhiyi. There was still bare mud in front of him, but he clearly remembered that this was where the Fusang Temple was originally, but unfortunately it was replaced by a big tree.
The tree's branches were so thick that even several strong men couldn't wrap their arms around them, towering into the sky. However, where leaves should have grown, countless humanoid figures appeared. Some of these figures were suspended from the branches by white threads that pierced through different parts of their bodies, while others seemed to have grown directly from the branches.
But without exception, the places where their facial features used to be turned into black holes, making it impossible to tell who was who.
When the wind blew, they swayed like leaves and let out ferocious screams.
The threads connecting several objects broke, and they immediately fell to the ground, forming a pit, which then quickly closed, burying them under the tree, making it impossible to escape.
Zhuang Yujing looked at the shocking scene, but the fear brought by the giant did not make him retreat, because he saw "Fan Zhiyi" hanging upside down, his facial features were still there, and he was even calling for help weakly.
As Zhuang Yujing moved, he felt countless white threads extending from the tree and rushing towards him. He dodged them, then leaped forward and chopped with his sword: "I'm not afraid of your petty tricks!"
Zhuang Yujing said this as he stepped on a humanoid creature. He heard it scream in pain, but finding it irritating and inconvenient, he simply cut through the white lines in his path. In an instant, countless "people" fell to the ground and were buried.
When they finally reached "Fan Zhiyi," Zhuang Yujing severed the white line and heard "Fan Zhiyi" groan in pain. He caught him, dodging the attacks of the remaining white lines, and landed on a branch to rest, searching for a direction and opportunity to escape.
As a result, at this moment, the branch broke and Zhuang Yujing fell down. He knew what would happen if he fell to the ground, so he immediately thrust the sword in his hand downward, then used the force to turn over and stand on the hilt of the sword, holding "Fan Zhiyi" in his arms.
Just as Zhuang Yujing was about to breathe a sigh of relief, the ground suddenly began to collapse at an extremely fast speed and countless vines emerged from the ground, tightly grasping Zhuang Yujing's limbs and dragging him underground.
In the emergency, Zhuang Yujing's brain was working rapidly. "Fan Zhiyi" did not know magic, so he must not be pulled into the ground like himself, and he must not be allowed to step on the ground. The only safe place was probably high up in the sky far away from here.
Before he was completely trapped, Zhuang Yujing finally threw "Fan Zhiyi" out, controlled his sword to hook onto his collar, and hung him in the air, letting the sword carry him away. "Fan Zhiyi, don't be afraid. Climb up the sword and stay there. I'll come to rescue you soon!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhuang Yujing fell into the bottomless underground. The mud covered him up, blocking all vision and not a single light could penetrate.
He was buried alive.
***
This must be one of the eight hot hells, otherwise why would it be so hot? Fan Zhiyi was already feeling extremely hot just floating in the air. He felt like he was going to melt, so he had to use the Ice Technique and set up a barrier to put himself in an environment suitable for survival.
There were cliffs so high they couldn't see the top. There was a road below, but it ended in a cliff. The lava below the cliff was bubbling and bubbling, making a gurgling sound. A wave rose up, completely drowning the villagers who fell into it and struggled to climb out.
Fan Zhiyi's neck was still very painful. He wanted to touch it to assess the extent of the injury but he didn't dare to do so. He was really bitten hard, and the sword almost made his head fall off. Fortunately, he reacted quickly and had a thought, otherwise he would have been sucked into a mummy and then turned into a headless corpse. Just thinking about it made him feel miserable.
Although it took too much effort to fight with the girl who had lost her mind, he still achieved the final victory.
The bite wound should have scarred by now, and I don't know if there was any bacterial infection or something. He shouldn't mutate like in those zombie novels after being bitten.
Who cares? If something mutates, it will be him who harms others, so he doesn’t have to be afraid.
Fan Zhiyi was desperate. He had already exhausted himself after defeating the girl, but the group of cultivators swarmed over him again, forcing him to fight. He was in the middle of a fierce battle when space vibrated, and the red moon became even more distorted. The streets and houses ahead disappeared, connecting directly to this place. Fan Zhiyi managed to escape here, trying to find any trace of Cen Jun, Bing Nandong, and the others.
Fan Zhiyi moved forward with his spiritual energy and observed the area below. Soon, he discovered that at one end near the cliff, the villagers who had entered this space with him were scrambling to form an airtight group, and there were still more villagers moving towards here.
Fan Zhiyi had a bad premonition and was about to blast the group of villagers away with his fingers to see what they were surrounding. But faster than him, a strong spiritual power suddenly burst out from there, shaking away all the villagers and monks who were approaching. It seemed that there was an invisible barrier surrounding them, and then their bodies quickly shrank and twisted until they turned into black air and fell into the body of the person lying on the ground.
Bing Nandong's mouth was covered in blood, his hair clinging to the side of his face. His robes were tattered and bloodstained from the bite, and his handsome face was covered in scrapes of varying sizes.
He stood up a little with the help of his hands, looked up at these ghosts who had appeared from nowhere and were ignorant of the dangers, his eyes filled with murderous intent.
Suddenly, Bing Nandong was stunned, because he saw the Immortal Lord in the sky not far away, looking at him with incredible eyes.
Fan Zhiyi was surprised that Bing Nandong had been the one being attacked. He had escaped into Bing Nandong's space. If he had known earlier, he would have rushed to help him the moment he arrived! There was no point in thinking about it now. Bing Nandong was seriously injured. Why were there so many villagers? Wait, why were there so many cultivators chasing him again? Why were they so relentless?
Fan Zhiyi tightly grasped the sword he had snatched and immediately set up a barrier for Bing Nandong: "Bing Nandong, you need to recover for a while!" He wanted to deal with those monks first, otherwise, given Bing Nandong's current condition, it would be very troublesome for the two of them to escape together.
There were more monks coming this time. Fan Zhiyi stood up and drew his sword, but these monks and villagers passed him straight by without even looking at him.
Fan Zhiyi: “?” You were chasing after me so eagerly before, but now you’ve lost interest? Following the crowd is not a good idea!
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