Chapter 317: The Life-Extending Elixir Saves Han Yang
The sudden burst of fire fell like a rainstorm, catching everyone in the mountain off guard. They either dodged or cast spells to resist.
Lingxiang knew that Master Lieyang had a high level of cultivation, but she didn't expect it to be so advanced that he could even use the power of the sun's flames and perform the Lihong technique even when the sky was filled with demonic clouds. It was truly amazing.
That's not a magic that anyone can perform!
But now is not the time to be surprised. Seeing that the falling fire is approaching and the earth is about to be engulfed in flames, the Wuji Palace is exposed and there is no magic array to cover it. How can it avoid the impact of this magic?
Just when Lingxiang was at a loss, she saw a spiritual shield suddenly open, protecting the Wuji Palace.
It’s Han Yang!
Lingxiang also practiced the art of remaining calm, but she could only cast a spiritual shield the size of a person, while Hanyang could actually cover the entire Wuji Palace with it, which shows how profound his cultivation is.
However, even so, with Han Yang's cultivation level, can he withstand the magic of Master Lieyang?
Flames rained down like celestial fire, striking Han Yang's spirit shield with muffled thuds before being deflected away. Under the impact of the flames, cracks appeared on the spirit shield, like shattered ice, spreading continuously and emitting bursts of crisp sounds. However, the Art of Calmness remained unbroken. Those cracks always repaired themselves silently after a short while, as if someone were repairing them.
What's going on?
Lingxiang couldn't help but wonder: once her spirit shield was broken, her Calm Waves Technique would also be broken, but it would never be repaired. Could it be that Han Yang's Calm Waves Technique was so profound?
That’s not right. Han Yang is only at the Jindan stage. How could he be so powerful?
Lingxiang quickly looked at Hanyang, but was horrified by what she saw.
Han Yang was seen half-kneeling on the ground with blood coming out of all his orifices, trying hard to hold on by making hand gestures. The reason why the spiritual shield could be continuously repaired was that he made hand gestures with one hand, alternating between the two hands, repeating the gestures continuously.
This isn't the spiritual shield repairing itself, this is clearly Han Yang constantly casting new spells!
Regardless of the fact that Han Yang had opened such a large spiritual shield, if he continued to consume spiritual energy like this, he would definitely be exhausted! Not to mention Han Yang, even the most profound cultivator in the Wuji Palace, Chengxin Zhenren, could not bear this.
This is tantamount to seeking death!
"Han Yang! Han Yang! Enough! Enough!"
Lingxiang cried out in pain, hoping that Hanyang would stop quickly, but her cries were drowned out by the huge sound of the collision.
This is her family! She has already lost her fifth brother, and she doesn't want to lose any more family members!
Lingxiang wanted to run over and hold Hanyang, but Hanyang's calmness technique did not cover the long steps where Lingxiang was. If she left at this time, what would happen to Long Qi?
It is really unbelievable how evil things in the world are. Whatever you think will come true.
Just as Lingxiang was in danger, a blast of fire flew towards her. Long Qi was injured and couldn't dodge it on his own, and Lingxiang was exhausted, let alone the strength to pull Long Qi away.
Seeing the flames getting closer, Long Qi hurriedly tried to push Lingxiang away, but he was seriously injured and inexplicably unable to exert any strength, and was unable to move it even a little bit.
Long Qi could only hiss, "Go! Go!"
But Lingxiang just looked at him with a look full of determination, then she twisted her fingers and made a gesture, and a spiritual shield appeared above the two of them.
It's the secret to staying calm.
Lingxiang knew her cultivation was shallow, but she couldn't just ignore Long Qi. Although she didn't know how much her spiritual shield could withstand, at worst, she would sacrifice her life.
What a confused and miserable life she had!
The flames flew towards her rapidly, and at the critical moment, a black figure blocked Lingxiang's way. It was the man with the ghost face.
The robes on Guimian's body fluttered, and then covered Lingxiang's head. The black cloth sank in the middle, and then returned to its original shape in an instant, as if nothing had happened, without even a sound.
What an amazing outfit!
At this time, the ghost-faced man moved again, and the black cloth immediately extended, covering the entire Wuji Palace in an instant.
Is this to protect Wuji Palace?
Lingxiang didn't know what this man was up to, but regardless of whether he was friend or foe, he had saved her. She stroked Long Qi's brow, gently smoothing away the worry and panic that had been lingering in his eyes, then put him down and ran towards Han Yang.
"Han Yang! Han Yang!..."
Even with his head covered in black, Han Yang continued to cast spells. Blood already filled his eyes, and his body was nearly exhausted. With his senses numbed, he had no idea what was happening. He only knew that he had to defend Wuji Palace!
Blood dripped down his face, but his thin figure remained stubborn. Han Yang's body was already numb. At this moment, a pair of hands grasped him, and a moment later, the aroma of medicine filled his face.
"That's enough, Han Yang," a voice whispered, "It's okay, stop it..."
Han Yang only heard a faint voice. He slowly turned his head, trying to see the person clearly, but it was still blurry. However, he remembered this smell, such a strange and pleasant smell.
It was Lingxiang! She was the little sister who loved holding his hand and getting into trouble everywhere since she was little!
"It's okay, it's okay..." Han Yang finally heard the murmur coming from his ear.
Are you okay?
The huge spiritual shield suddenly shattered, and Han Yang fell to the side weakly like a shadow puppet with a broken skewer. However, he did not fall to the ground, but fell into a familiar medicinal fragrance.
Seeing Han Yang fainted, Lingxiang hurriedly felt his pulse, but it was so thin that it was difficult to hear.
This is!
The oil is running out and the lamp is going out!
Ling Xiang was horrified and quickly laid Han Yang flat on the ground, then took out a silver needle from her waist. However, even though Ling Xiang sealed his vital points and channeled spiritual energy, Han Yang's face remained pale.
Seeing this, Lingxiang panicked. With her abilities, there was no way she could save Han Yang. If Master Fuyin were still here, Han Yang might still have a chance, but Master Fuyin was currently performing a ritual in Wuji Hall. How could he possibly be distracted and save someone?
Ophiopogon japonicus!
Where's the Ophiopogon japonicus?!
Lingxiang suddenly remembered that Maidong had inherited the true teachings of Master Fuyin. Although he had lived in Prisoner Cloud Peak for a long time, his abilities were truly real. If it were her, if it were her...
Lingxiang looked around hurriedly, but did not find Maidong. Even Xinyi, who had just tried to stop her, was nowhere to be seen.
Is there no other solution? Can I just watch Han Yang die in my arms?
Lingxiang was desperately trying everything. Not to mention Maidong's current state of unconsciousness and infatuation, even if it weren't for this incident, she probably wouldn't have the time to be distracted. Tears streaming down her face, she tilted her head back and closed her eyes. Resigned to her fate, she slowly reached into her bosom and pulled out a pill.
A pill with clear patterns.
Suddenly, a strange fragrance filled the air outside the entire Wuji Palace. Although it was faint, it was hard for the people present to ignore it. Following the scent, they saw Lingxiang holding a pill in her hand.
It’s a life-extending pill!
This life-extending elixir Lingxiang originally had other plans, but he couldn't take care of them at the moment.
Just as Lingxiang was about to give Hanyang the pill, a man appeared and held her down, saying in a muffled voice, "Are you determined to do this?"
It’s that ghost mask!
Lingxiang looked back, her eyes filled with tears, but her expression was resolute. Seeing this, Guimian sighed softly and let go of her hand.
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