Chapter 59 Quickly Transmigrate! Kidnapping Immortal Sect Disciple (24)
The blood demon laughed loudly towards the sky: "With an insider, you won't be able to escape today!" A blood-red long sword appeared in his hand, and the sword exuded a sickening bloody smell.
"He Yushu, be careful! He...they are in the same group!" Feng Ziang shouted anxiously, while enduring the pain in his arm, gathering his spiritual power again, trying to resist the blood demon's attack.
Hearing this, He Yushu's gaze fell on Senior Brother Zhang, and a hint of shock and disappointment flashed in his eyes.
He never imagined that his usually amiable senior brother would actually be a spy of the evil sect.
"Senior Brother Zhang, why are you doing this?" There was a slight tremor in He Yushu's voice.
Senior Brother Zhang sneered: "For power! For immortality! In the world of immortal cultivation, the strong prey on the weak, and only the strong can survive!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the Blood Demon swung the bloody knife and rushed towards Feng Ziang and He Yushu.
"Die!"
Feng Ziang and He Yushu stood back to back, facing the danger of being attacked from both inside and outside, their faces solemn.
"Zi'ang..." He Yushu said in a low voice.
"Um?"
"This time... I'm afraid..." He Yushu clenched the spiritual sword in his hand, with a hint of determination in his tone.
Feng Ziang smiled bitterly: "What are you afraid of? Eighteen years later, I'll be a good man again!"
The blood demon's sword was sharp and carried a pungent smell of blood, forcing Feng Ziang and He Yushu to retreat again and again.
The wound on Feng Ziang's arm split open again, and blood stained his sleeves red.
"We can't go on like this. We have to find the traitor!" he said through gritted teeth.
He Yushu's face was solemn, and he swung the spirit sword in his hand so tightly that he could barely block the blood demon's attack.
"Traitor? What do you mean? Is there a lackey of the devil among us?" A disciple of the immortal sect asked loudly, his tone full of distrust.
Feng Ziang's doubt was like a stone thrown into the already tense lake, causing ripples.
More and more disciples of the immortal sect began to question Feng Ziang, believing that he was disrupting the morale of the army at this critical moment.
He Yushu was stuck in the middle, in a dilemma.
"Zi'ang, now is not the time to talk about this. It is more important to find a way to get out of this situation first!" He Yushu advised in a low voice.
Feng Ziang's eyes were as sharp as torches as he scanned the immortal sect disciples around him, taking in every subtle change in expression on their faces.
"No, we must find the traitor now, otherwise we will all die here!"
At this moment, the blood demon's attack slowed down a little, as if it was gathering strength for the next wave of attack.
Feng Ziang had an idea and came up with a plan.
He deliberately raised his voice and said to He Yushu: "Let's change our route and retreat back to the Immortal Gate from the eastern canyon!"
As expected, the blood demon was fooled. A greedy gleam flashed in his eyes. He licked his lips and grinned, "Want to escape? Not that easy!" He turned around and chased towards the canyon in the east.
Feng Ziang and He Yushu quietly hid their bodies and lurked in the dark.
Sure enough, not long after, a disciple from the Immortal Sect sneakily left the team and ran towards the east canyon.
As he ran, he took out a communication talisman from his pocket and muttered something.
He Yushu's eyes froze, and his figure was as fast as lightning. He instantly appeared behind the disciple and grabbed his wrist.
"What are you doing?!" the disciple shouted in horror, and the communication talisman in his hand fell to the ground.
He Yushu picked up the communication talisman, on which was clearly printed the symbol of the devil.
He looked at the disciple coldly, his tone as cold as ice: "Do you have anything else to say?"
The disciple's face was pale and his eyes were flickering, but he said nothing. He just struggled hard to break free from He Yushu's grip.
Feng Ziang walked forward slowly, a sneer on his face: "It seems that we caught a small fish..."
Feng Ziang squatted down, lifted the disciple's trembling chin with his slender fingers, and said in a frivolous but sharp tone: "Little guy, don't play dumb, tell me, who ordered you to do this?" The disciple bit his lips tightly, his eyes filled with fear, but still refused to speak.
He Yushu frowned, he knew that time was running out and the Blood Demon might come back at any time.
He took out a pill from his storage bag and forced it into the disciple's mouth.
"This is a truth-telling pill. You'd better cooperate, otherwise..." He Yushu didn't continue speaking, but the disciple was already shaking with fear.
The pill took effect quickly, and the disciple's eyes began to dim, and he uttered some information intermittently: "It's... it's an inner disciple... Senior Brother Zhao... He gave me a lot of spirit stones... and let me... let me..." Before he could finish his words, the disciple suddenly foamed at the mouth, his eyes rolled back, and he died.
Feng Ziang and He Yushu looked at each other and saw shock in each other's eyes.
Although this pill is powerful, it is not fatal, unless...
"Someone gave him poison in advance. Once he reveals the secret, he will die from the poison." He Yushu's tone was cold, and there was a hint of murderous intent in his eyes.
At this moment, Feng Ziang's face changed suddenly. He pulled He Yushu up and said in a low voice: "Oh no, the blood demon is back!" As soon as he finished speaking, a strong bloody smell enveloped the entire valley.
Feng Ziang drew out his spiritual sword, protected He Yushu behind him, stared at the figure gradually appearing in front of him with a sharp gaze, and said in a cold voice: "It seems that there will be a fierce battle today..." He Yushu clenched the spiritual sword in his hand, his fingertips turned white, and said in a deep voice: "Senior Brother Zhao... Inner Sect Disciple..."
The blood demon's breath was getting closer and closer, and the strong smell of blood made the air sticky and nauseating.
The captured disciple of the immortal sect had a pale face and pursed lips. Even though his whole body was shaking, he gritted his teeth and refused to utter a word.
Feng Ziang was extremely anxious, he knew that any delay would only put them in a desperate situation.
He paced back and forth anxiously, looking at He Yushu from time to time, his eyes full of worry.
He Yushu sat cross-legged, with his hands in seals, a faint green light lingering on his fingertips.
He was using the immortal sect's soul-searching technique, trying to forcibly read the disciple's memory.
This is an extremely dangerous spell. If you are not careful, you will suffer backlash. In the best case, your cultivation will be damaged, and in the worst case, your soul will be destroyed.
Cold sweat gradually seeped out of his forehead and his face became paler and paler, but he still gritted his teeth and persisted, not daring to slack off in the slightest.
Just when the blood demon was about to appear, He Yushu suddenly opened his eyes, and a gleam of light flashed in his eyes.
The soul-searching technique was successful!
He learned the entire conspiracy of the demon sect from the disciple's memory: they planned to launch a surprise attack on the day of the Immortal Sect Competition when masters from various sects gathered together, and destroy the entire immortal cultivation world in one fell swoop!
The mastermind behind this was actually Senior Brother Zhao, an inner sect disciple of the Immortal Sect!
There was no time to be shocked; Feng Ziang and He Yushu quickly made a plan.
They used the complex terrain around them to set numerous traps and placed powerful talismans at key locations.
Everything is ready, just waiting for the blood demon to fall into the trap.
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