Chapter 90 Cat Blood Out of Control
Bai Wuchang's speed was beyond imagination. That pale and bloodless palm grabbed towards him with a strong wind, and dark red devilish energy lingered on the fingertips of his five fingers. If an ordinary kitten was grabbed firmly, it would be beyond its ability to withstand.
Bai Qingchen's heart suddenly contracted and his survival instinct kicked in.
The kitten's flexible body twisted forcefully in the air, narrowly avoiding the fatal claw, and several strands of its hair were blown off by the strong wind.
He didn't dare to pause for even a second. The moment he landed, he kicked his hind legs hard, turned into a white line, and rushed towards the passage he came from.
He must escape, not only to save his own life, but also to spread the evil cultivator's conspiracy.
The conspiracy of the evil cultivator might pose an immeasurable threat to the entire cultivation world. He did not want to see the scene that happened four hundred years ago repeated.
Bai Wuchang let out a light exclamation, obviously not expecting the cat to be so fast and react so quickly.
"You are no ordinary cat. You can actually dodge this elder's attack. I will never let you go!"
His body swayed again, and he chased after him like a thorn in his flesh.
The pressure from the Jindan stage cultivator spread out, trying to intimidate the white cat in front.
Bai Qingchen felt a huge pressure coming from behind, almost suffocating him.
Although the pure cat form is fast, it will be caught up sooner or later due to the absolute strength gap and the intimidation of pressure.
He gritted his teeth and rolled on the ground while running. A white light flashed and he turned into a human form again.
However, perhaps due to the rapid transformation, or perhaps because his spiritual power was circulating too vigorously in a hurry, under the stimulation of the rich demonic energy here, the demon blood from the other half of this body that he had been deliberately suppressing in his body suddenly became violently agitated.
Bai Qingchen groaned, feeling his ears getting hot, and silver lines faintly visible at the corners of his eyes.
He forced himself to suppress the discomfort, channeling spiritual energy into his legs, and sprinted forward at a speed even faster than in cat form.
"Half-demon?" Bai Wuchang behind him was surprised again, then sneered.
"No wonder you're so sneaky. It seems you're in cahoots with those Medicine King Valley disciples. You can't escape today!"
The two of them, one chasing and the other fleeing, soon rushed out of the underground cave and returned to the upper area of the dungeon.
Bai Qingchen relied on his flexible body and memory to move back and forth in the complex passage, temporarily creating some distance.
He was extremely anxious at the moment and had to rush to the abandoned courtyard where the teleportation coordinates were set as soon as possible. Only through the teleportation array could he quickly escape from danger.
When he finally entered the courtyard, the scene before him made his tense nerves relax slightly.
As expected, the five people from Yaowang Valley were all there: Yu Anyang, Zhu Yan, Hua Bu Ran, and the two Jindan stage cultivators Bai Zhi and Liu Fuling who had just been rescued and whose faces were pale and whose spiritual powers seemed to be sealed.
They were waiting anxiously and had apparently heard the commotion outside.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief when they saw Bai Qingchen returning here in a dishevel but safe and sound.
But when they saw the pair of white cat ears in Bai Qingchen's hair that could not be completely hidden and were trembling slightly, as well as the faint silver demonic patterns appearing at the corners of his eyes, everyone in Yaowang Valley was shocked.
"Mr. Bai!" Yu Anyang exclaimed.
"Hurry up, the pursuer is coming soon, and he's a cultivator in the Golden Core Stage!"
Bai Qingchen had no time to explain his current situation. He urged urgently and pointed to the teleportation array drawn on the ground.
Everyone's face changed drastically. They didn't dare to hesitate and immediately stood in the formation.
Bai Qingchen quickly activated the formation and white light began to light up.
Seeing Bai Qingcai still standing outside the formation, without any movement to approach, Hua Bu Ran anxiously said, "Mr. Bai! Come in quickly!"
Hua Bu Ran reached out to pull him in.
Bai Zhi and Liu Fuling had sealed their spiritual powers and suffered torture for several days. They were now unable to fight the enemy and said anxiously, "Daoist friends, let's go together!"
Bai Qingchen stood outside the formation, shook his head, and said in a hurried but firm tone: "You go first, I will follow immediately."
At the moment when the teleporting white light completely enveloped the five people, Bai Qingchen pushed Hua Bu Ran, who was standing on the edge and trying to pull him, completely into the halo.
The next moment, a blazing white light appeared, and the five figures in the formation disappeared instantly.
Almost at the same time, Bai Wuchang appeared at the entrance of the courtyard, grinning and saying, "Still want to run?"
Bai Qingchen did not hesitate and slapped the teleportation array on the ground with his backhand. His spiritual power was released, and the core of the array that had just completed the teleportation was instantly destroyed. The runes dimmed and shattered, and it was obviously completely ineffective and could not be used.
He couldn't let the other party track him down with the help of this teleportation array.
"You little bastard! You ruined my plan!"
Bai Wuchang was furious when he saw this. He was about to track down the whereabouts of those who had escaped, but they were completely cut off.
He slapped Bai Qingchen in the air, and powerful magic power surged.
Bai Qingchen wanted to use the teleportation talisman to escape, but the pressure from the Jindan stage was approaching, and the surrounding space seemed to be imprisoned. The teleportation talisman he had just taken out flashed and then dimmed, and the magic was forcibly interrupted!
Bai Qingchen suffered a heavy blow and his body was knocked flying, hitting the courtyard wall. He felt a sweetness in his throat and a mouthful of blood spurted out.
The demon blood in his body was completely out of control due to external impact and injury. It was like burning, burning his limbs and bones, causing excruciating pain and completely disrupting the circulation of his spiritual power.
It was really a case of adding insult to injury. He struggled to get up, but he was exhausted. The high temperature caused by the boiling blood made his consciousness a little fuzzy.
Bai Wuchang approached step by step, with a cruel look of satisfaction on his face: "Let's see where you can escape. Become the nourishment of blood crystal!"
He stretched out his pale hand and grabbed Bai Qingchen's neck again, intending to strangle this half-demon who had ruined his plan.
A trace of despair and unwillingness flashed in Bai Qingchen's eyes. Was he going to live again, only to die here in such a cowardly way?
Just when the hand filled with evil spirit was about to touch him.
A dark figure appeared between Bai Qingchen and Bai Wuchang without warning.
The man bent down slightly, and with gentle movements and an unshakable strength, he easily deflected Bai Wuchang's fatal claw.
Then he carefully picked up Bai Qingchen, who was curled up in pain and burning hot on the ground, and carried him horizontally.
Bai Wuchang stretched out his arm towards Bai Qingchen, but with a slight, teeth-grinding snap, it broke at a strange angle, and a sharp pain suddenly came.
Bai Wuchang let out a howl of shock and anger and staggered back.
He covered his broken arm, which was bleeding profusely, and looked at the dark figure that suddenly appeared in horror.
The other party's aura was heavy and condensed. Although he did not deliberately emit pressure, he made this Jindan stage cultivator feel a shudder from the depths of his soul.
"You... who are you?" Bai Wuchang asked in a hoarse voice, his voice trembling slightly with pain and fear.
As he asked, he quickly grabbed a handful of blood-red crystals from his arms with his other hand and pressed them on the broken arm without hesitation.
Those blood crystals melted as if they were living things, transforming into a thick stream of blood-colored energy that madly poured into his wound.
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