Chapter 73 Quickly Transmigrate! Kidnapping Immortal Sect Disciple (38)
The rustling sound was getting closer and closer. He Yushu turned around suddenly, and with a flash of sword, he forced back Wu Gang's sneak attack.
"Wu Gang! You actually followed us!" He Yushu's eyes were cold and there was a hint of anger in his tone.
Wu Gang sneered, "Falling Soul Valley is a good place with many treasures. How can I be missing? It's a pity that this is also a good place to bury waste." His sinister eyes fell on Feng Ziang, "Feng Ziang, your luck is over!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the black stone in Wu Gang's hand shone brightly, and a cold aura spread out.
The surrounding trees began to twist and deform, turning into ferocious ghostly shadows, rushing towards Feng Ziang and He Yushu.
"Be careful! This is the ghost stone!" He Yushu's face changed, and he quickly protected Feng Ziang behind him. He waved the long sword in his hand, and the sword energy was as cold as frost, chopping the approaching ghosts into pieces one by one.
Although Feng Ziang's spiritual roots backfired, making it difficult for him to move, he was unwilling to give in. He endured the pain, mobilized the spiritual energy in his body, and transformed it into sharp sword energy, cooperating with He Yushu to resist the ghost's attack.
There are dangers lurking on every side in the Valley of Fallen Souls.
The rugged rocks and deep caves all hide deadly traps.
Feng Ziang and He Yushu moved forward cautiously. He Yushu was always alert to the surrounding environment, swinging the long sword in his hand, cutting off the thorns blocking the road and slashing the poisonous snakes that suddenly attacked.
"Be careful!" He Yushu grabbed Feng Ziang and avoided the trap that suddenly appeared under his feet.
Feng Ziang's face turned pale. The backlash of his spiritual roots became more and more serious, and his footsteps became heavier and heavier.
"Zi'ang, how are you?" He Yushu asked with concern.
Feng Ziang shook his head and said with all his strength: "I'm fine, let's keep going."
At this moment, a deafening roar came from the bottom of the valley, and the ground began to shake.
A gigantic monster, covered with hard scales, slowly walked out of the darkness, opened its bloody mouth, and a foul smell filled my face.
He Yushu's face darkened, and the long sword in his hand shone brightly, and ice cones shot towards the monster like a rainstorm.
However, the monster had thick skin and tough flesh, and the ice cone only left shallow marks on its body without causing any harm at all.
The monster roared angrily and slapped He Yushu with its huge claws.
He Yushu dodged, but the powerful impact still pushed him back several steps.
Feng Ziang endured the pain in his spiritual roots and mobilized the remaining spiritual power in his body, transforming it into a dazzling sword light, and slashed towards the monster.
The sword light collided with the monster's scales, making a harsh metal friction sound. Although it failed to break the monster's defense, it also angered it.
The monster roared again and pounced towards Feng Ziang.
He Yushu quickly stood in front of Feng Ziang and started a fierce fight with the monster.
One man and one beast, the fight was fierce.
Just as they were fighting hard with the monster, Feng Ziang's gaze fell on the monster's eyes.
Although the pair of huge beast eyes were ferocious, they flashed with a strange light, as if covered by a layer of mist.
Feng Ziang's heart moved, and an inexplicable feeling surged into his heart.
He remembered that ancient books recorded that the eyes of some spirit beasts were their weaknesses, and perhaps this monster was the same.
Thinking of this, Feng Ziang endured the severe pain brought by the backlash of his spiritual roots, mobilized the unique spiritual roots in his body, and began to frantically absorb the surrounding spiritual energy.
The spiritual energy in his body swirled like a whirlpool, quickly transforming into pure spiritual power, condensing into a dazzling light at his fingertips.
"He Yushu, help me block it!" Feng Ziang shouted.
Although He Yushu didn't understand what Feng Ziang was going to do, he stood in front of him without hesitation, swinging the sword in his hand to block the monster's attack.
Taking advantage of the moment when He Yushu attracted the monster's attention, Feng Ziang condensed the light from his fingertips into a tiny beam of light and shot it accurately at the monster's eyes.
“Ah——”
The monster let out a miserable howl, its huge body trembled violently, and black blood flowed from its eyes.
It waved its claws frantically, trying to catch Feng Ziang, but lost its sense of direction due to the severe pain. Finally, the wolf escaped and disappeared into the dark valley.
"Zi'ang, are you okay?" He Yushu asked with concern. He noticed that Feng Zi'ang's face had become paler and his forehead was covered with sweat.
Feng Ziang shook his head and forced a smile: "It's okay, I just consumed too much spiritual energy."
However, before they could breathe a sigh of relief, a cold voice suddenly rang out: "It seems that your good luck has come to an end."
Wu Gang appeared behind them at some point, with a smug smile on his face and a black dagger in his hand that flashed with a cold light.
He looked at Feng Ziang and He Yushu with sarcasm: "I never thought that you could defeat this monster. However, your physical strength should be almost exhausted, right? Now, let me reap the fruits of your victory!"
Before Wu Gang finished his words, he suddenly rushed towards Feng Ziang and stabbed him in the heart with the dagger in his hand.
He Yushu's face darkened, and a cold light flashed in his eyes, "You are looking for death!"
He Yushu flashed and stood in front of Feng Ziang, with the long sword in his hand spitting out like a silver snake, heading straight for Wu Gang's face.
Wu Gang sneered and dodged to the side. The dagger slashed across He Yushu's sleeve, leaving a shallow cut.
"Huh, you want to stop me?"
Wu Gang's moves were vicious and cruel, and there was a faint black aura on the dagger, which was obviously poisoned.
He Yushu didn't dare to take it head-on and could only rely on his flexible body movements to deal with it.
Wu Gang pressed forward step by step, and each move was fatal. He Yushu gradually fell into a disadvantage.
His brows were furrowed and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.
At this moment, Feng Ziang's eyes fell on an inconspicuous blue grass.
The grass is crystal clear and exudes a faint fragrance.
He vaguely remembered seeing this herb in an ancient book, called "Soul-Condensing Grass", which was a good medicine that could alleviate the backlash of spiritual roots!
Feng Ziang was overjoyed and ignored his own weakness as he staggered towards the Soul-Condensing Grass.
"Want to run? Not that easy!" Wu Gang noticed Feng Ziang's intention, grinned, and swung the dagger at his back.
At the critical moment, He Yushu suddenly swung out a sword energy, forcing Wu Gang to retreat, and shouted at the same time: "Zi'ang, hurry!"
Feng Ziang seized the opportunity and took the Soul-Condensing Grass into his pocket.
At this moment, Wu Gang approached again and stabbed He Yushu in the chest with a dagger.
He Yushu was unable to dodge and was about to be stabbed. Feng Ziang endured the severe pain of the backlash of his spiritual roots, mobilized a little spiritual power, and performed a small spell. A vine appeared out of thin air and entangled Wu Gang's feet.
Wu Gang was caught off guard, lost his balance and fell forward.
He Yushu seized the opportunity and kicked Wu Gang on the wrist, and the dagger fell to the ground.
He quickly stepped forward, pinned Wu Gang to the ground, snatched the dagger and put it against his neck.
"Tell me! Who sent you here?" He Yushu asked sharply.
Wu Gang's face turned pale, and a hint of resentment flashed in his eyes, but he just sneered and said nothing.
"You won't tell me? Then don't blame me for being rude!" A cold light flashed in He Yushu's eyes. Just as he was about to take action, Feng Ziang suddenly spoke: "Wait..." His face was pale and his lips trembled slightly, "Leave here first..."
He Yushu looked at Feng Ziang, only to see him tightly grasping the golden bag containing the Soul-Condensing Grass, his eyes flickering.
In the Valley of Fallen Souls, there was a chilly wind blowing, and it seemed that something was about to stir...
He Yushu held the dagger tightly in his hand and whispered, "Okay."
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