After wandering around for a while, Fan Zhiyi finally returned to the village. Seeing the familiar figures of the villagers below was a heartwarming experience. However, these villagers seemed even more twisted and rotten. Fan Zhiyi ignored that and headed up the mountain at top speed.
Don't let anything happen.
Fan Zhiyi thought so as he leaped from the rooftop onto the opposite riverbank, then continued to form hand seals to block the approaching villagers. He discovered that these villagers seemed to have been strengthened. Even if they were killed, even if they were reduced to ashes, they would still be able to grow new limbs and revive.
It is like being reborn after being blown away by the wind. What a tenacious spirit!
Judging from this situation, Bing Nandong and the others... Fan Zhiyi thought about the ghostly aura around Bing Nandong. What if Zhuang Yujing discovered it? Fan Zhiyi himself was not a local, so he didn't feel much about Bing Nandong's ghostly aura. But Zhuang Yujing was. Fan Zhiyi couldn't figure out whether Zhuang Yujing and Bing Nandong were enemies or friends. He didn't dare to guarantee or trust Zhuang Yujing.
Just this point made Fan Zhiyi even more worried. He used a spell to clear away a large number of villagers who were blocking the way, leaving himself a path and speeding up his journey.
When they reached the mountain, an evil aura filled the air. Fan Zhiyi's hair was lifted up, and he felt a sense of fear for no reason, which made him take a step back. Then he stopped his instinct to escape, clenched his fists, and started rushing up the mountain without any hesitation.
Based on this aura, he felt that he must have found the right place, Bing Nandong and the others should be here.
The higher they went, the thicker, fishy and extremely cold wind became more tangible. Countless black winds carried some vague black shadows and rushed towards the Fusang Temple, as if something there was attracting them and forcing them to go there.
Fan Zhiyi stood at the end of the path and looked at the scene outside the Fusang Temple. He was stunned for a second. The thick and ostentatious tree roots covered the entire ground, perhaps directly connected to the bottom of the mountain under the soil. The vines climbed all over the Fusang Temple and its surroundings, wrapping the place tightly.
These things seemed to have life, constantly twisting, some segments bulging, as if they were swallowing and transporting something.
In the middle was a tree. All the ghostly energy and dark shadows poured into the tree, and in the middle of the tree one could vaguely see a huge red object shrinking and expanding.
In addition, Fan Zhiyi noticed that Zhuang Yujing was wrapped in vines, with only his head left outside. He was about to be swallowed and transported to the tree in the middle.
Fruit! What the villagers said and what the Fusang God was thinking all came to mind. The Fusang God wanted to produce a human body, and this red thing in the tree might be the so-called ripe fruit!
The ghostly aura here was so thick that even someone with a high level of cultivation like Fan Zhiyi still felt extremely uncomfortable. He had no choice but to cast a barrier to block it and fly up directly into the wind.
Fan Zhiyi first rushed directly towards Zhuang Yujing. As soon as he moved, the vines immediately sensed the invasion of foreign enemies and then all attacked Fan Zhiyi.
Fan Zhiyi frowned, and with a single thought, he quickly locked onto and destroyed all the vines he saw. While the vines and branches were rapidly regenerating, Fan Zhiyi grabbed the back of Zhuang Yujing's collar as he fell, and led his men back a little, dodging mid-air.
The reason why he avoided the attack on the main body of the tree just now was because he realized that Bing Nandong was inside the tree, and maybe he was in that red fruit.
That's really hard to do.
Fan Zhiyi's expression was particularly serious. These vines grew extremely fast, and their juice was poisonous. If Fan Zhiyi had not quickly repaired the barrier that was corroded by the juice, how terrible it would have been if it had dripped onto people!
Lightning flashed in the dark clouds above, and the vines began to attack again. Fan Zhiyi and Zhuang Yujing took advantage of the situation to dodge through the gap, but were then wrapped in the barrier of the vines that covered the sky and the sun.
These vines seemed to have their own suction cups, clinging to the barrier. Fan Zhiyi could feel his spiritual power supporting the barrier being sucked away and turned into nutrients.
We can't delay this any longer.
With this thought, Fan Zhiyi conjured a new barrier and leaped into it. His stern spiritual energy countered the eerie, ghostly aura, and he destroyed the surrounding vines once again using the same method as before. He kicked the barrier containing Zhuang Yujing farther away, preferably away from the area of combat, and then headed towards the center.
The closer he got to the center, the more eerie the ghostly aura grew, transforming into a sharp blade capable of slicing through the barrier. Fan Zhiyi patched it up several times, constantly having to fend off the pesky vines. After an unknown amount of time, he barely made it a few inches closer to the center of the tree.
If he wanted to succeed as quickly as possible, he had to sacrifice the small for the big. After destroying all the vines and obstacles in one blow, he would rush to the center, cut down the tree, and then take the fruit.
Suddenly, a long dragon-like bolt of purple lightning shot through the sky, disrupting Fan Zhiyi's plans and slamming heavily into the tree with immense force. Fan Zhiyi was forced to return to Zhuang Yujing's side and re-establish a barrier to prevent the two of them from being annihilated by the lightning.
Although he had read numerous novels, some about cultivating immortals, defeating monsters, and leveling up, Fan Zhiyi at this moment deeply understood the importance of actual combat. "Knowledge gained from books is always shallow; true understanding requires personal experience." He lacked this one aspect. With only a profound cultivation, he had fallen to this point. It was shameful, truly shameful.
A bloody smell surged up in Fan Zhiyi's throat, and blood trickled down the corners of his mouth. He didn't dare to relax, and maintained the posture of pinching the seal to continuously strengthen the barrier.
There were flashes of lightning and fire outside. Perhaps the noise was too loud, Zhuang Yujing, who had been unconscious, struggled to open his eyes. Seeing Fan Zhiyi, he moved his lips with great difficulty: "Bing Nandong, he's inside..." After saying that, even though he tried hard to stay awake, Zhuang Yujing couldn't hold on and fainted again.
Fan Zhiyi was now extremely worried. Why did the lightning last so long? Was Bing Nandong still alive? He couldn't even withstand the lightning. And who knew how long Bing Nandong had been absorbed by the tree as nutrients. Maybe he had been sucked dry in that fruit?
What should he do? In this situation, he should have taken Zhuang Yujing away with him.
There was no time to consider the pros and cons. Fan Zhiyi gritted his teeth, roared in self-destruction, and rushed into the range of thunder and lightning.
He wants to see the man alive or the body dead! Damn it, he can't just abandon Bing Nandong. Damn it!
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