When lightning shattered a barrier, he would immediately create another one. Later, Fan Zhiyi learned to be clever and created several in a row, which really allowed him to rush to the front of the tree.
Actually, this lightning also brought benefits. At least it prevented the vines from getting close. The downside was that, it was really painful. Fan Zhiyi's multiple layers of barriers were instantly shattered by the lightning in the center. He destroyed it faster than he could build it, and was electrocuted several times.
Fan Zhiyi cut the tree open, not caring about anything else at this time. He used his hands to peel off the bark. The fingertips were poisoned by the sap and bleeding. The flesh and blood corroded, revealing the bones.
Fan Zhiyi raised his head and shouted, forcibly prying the tree apart. He finally got a clear look at the red, pulsating object. It was blood-red, a bit transparent, and surrounded by a ghostly aura. It seemed larger than before, and felt slimy. He could vaguely make out a figure within. Fan Zhiyi was certain it was Bing Nandong.
Fan Zhiyi reached out to touch it, but his hand couldn't touch the object, and it instantly melted into the sphere. Fan Zhiyi felt like his hand was about to break, and a cold feeling flowed through his hand into his body.
I don’t want to die, I don’t want to die, I don’t want to die…
I was wrong, I was really wrong...
I didn’t mean to…
Various voices echoed in Fan Zhiyi's head. They were the resentment of others, the emotions of others touched by the ghost energy, just like the spiritual power absorbed from Bing Nandong. Fan Zhiyi didn't know why he suddenly thought of that time, and it felt very similar.
He endured the pain and reached in, grabbing Bing Nandong. A stream of spiritual power penetrated into him, and when he felt that the other party was still alive, he immediately tried to drag him out fiercely.
At this moment, the thunder stopped. The tree knew that someone was coming to steal its fruit and began to attack Fan Zhiyi like crazy.
After being struck by a bolt of lightning, it seemed to become even thicker. Barbs grew on the vines, which could transform into sharp hooks and rush towards Fan Zhiyi.
This was his only chance, and Fan Zhiyi didn't dare gamble. If he let it go, it might be even more difficult for him to contact Bing Nandong later. After all, based on the current situation, if struck by lightning, this tree, the Fusang God, seemed to become even more powerful. And even if Fan Zhiyi could wait for the right opportunity, Bing Nandong couldn't. If he was absorbed by the tree until not even a bone remained, where would he go to mourn the loss of his apprentice?
So Fan Zhiyi held Bing Nandong tightly with one hand, and made a hand seal with the other. In an instant, a flash of light emerged, illuminating half the sky.
Fan Zhiyi felt that the spiritual power in his body was rapidly draining away, his meridians were aching, and a raging fire was burning centered on where he was, turning the surroundings into a sea of fire.
The flames devoured the vines and also illuminated Fan Zhiyi's face.
But some vines just avoided the flames and rushed towards Fan Zhiyi. Fan Zhiyi grabbed them directly with his hands, while holding Bing Nandong with his other hand.
He had already dragged most of Bing Nandong out, and changed to a half-squatting position. To prevent the vines from hurting Bing Nandong, Fan Zhiyi even half-hugged his upper body, holding it tightly in his arms and dragging him out.
Hang in there, Bingnandong, don’t die!
The ghost energy was still pouring in continuously. Fan Zhiyi could now see clearly that the ghost energy was pouring into the red fruit in the tree, or more precisely, into Bing Nandong's body.
At this moment, the voice of Fusang God appeared in Fan Zhiyi's ears: "Fan Zhiyi, wouldn't it be nice for him to become me? You can be together forever and never be afraid of being alone again."
Fan Zhiyi was a little uneasy and dizzy, and at this moment, a vine pierced Fan Zhiyi's chest. If Fan Zhiyi had not reacted to the danger and turned sideways, he would probably have suffered a cardiac arrest.
The immense pain made Fan Zhiyi unable to help but swear, and then he felt a pair of hands hugging his waist and holding him tightly.
cold.
This was Fan Zhiyi's first feeling, extremely cold, as if he was holding a piece of ice.
Weird.
This was a feeling deep down in his heart, like being tightly entangled by an evil spirit, clutching his lifeblood, unable to breathe, unable to escape. This fear spread from his heart, making him feel repulsive and uneasy, even more panicked than anything else in this place. He even doubted whether he had saved Bing Nandong.
But he didn't have much time to react at all. The evil spirit gathered into a hurricane with Fan Zhiyi and Bing Nandong as the center, and the lightning could not penetrate it. The clothes and hair of Fan Zhiyi and Bing Nandong were all blown up. Fan Zhiyi didn't dare to close his eyes and could only keep them half open, while forgetting to work harder to drag Bing Nandong out.
Then something unexpected happened. Endless ghost energy enveloped and swallowed everything. Fan Zhiyi watched helplessly as the tree gradually merged into the ghost energy, including the red fruit, and the vines that pierced him turned to ashes. Only the pain of the wound was still clear.
There were terrible roars all around, and coupled with the flames summoned by Fan Zhiyi, it was a scene straight out of hell.
"Zhuang Yujing." Fan Zhiyi covered his ears and suddenly remembered. He broke free from Bing Nandong's arms, turned his head to look, and then someone covered his eyes.
It was like being entangled by a dark and damp snake. Even in the flames, Fan Zhiyi still felt cold. He shivered, and then felt something tightly pressed against his bandaged neck. His nerves immediately tensed up, and then he was clamped in the arms by the shoulders.
The person holding him was hunched over, forcing Fan Zhiyi to bend over and use one hand to support himself from falling. It seemed that he was completely protected, and someone had taken all the risks for him.
But even so, the eerie and cold feeling still made Fan Zhiyi tremble uncontrollably.
"I don't like you calling others." It was Bing Nandong's voice, so light that it seemed as if it would be blown away by the wind.
"Bing Nandong...you..."
"Don't look." Bing Nandong raised his eyes. Those eyes were bright but without warmth. He looked at everything indifferently, including the ghost energy that continued to flow into his body without hindrance, including Zhuang Yujing who was still unconscious in the barrier in the distance, and the Fusang Temple.
Bing Nandong narrowed his eyes, raised his hand, and the ghost energy destroyed the Fusang Temple.
Only then did Bing Nandong hug Fan Zhiyi tightly and hold his treasure.
He tried his best to protect him and didn't let any ghost energy hurt him, but he felt so uncomfortable. It felt like his body was cut by millions of small knives, with countless tiny cracks, and then reassembled and stitched together. Even his consciousness was not his own. He had a splitting headache and thousands of people were screaming in his mind.
Black blood flowed from Bing Nandong's mouth, but he didn't even make a sound. He just hugged Fan Zhiyi silently, looking at Fan Zhiyi's miserable hands with loving care, not daring to touch them.
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