Chapter 79 Quickly Transmigrate! Kidnapping Immortal Sect Disciple (44)
Feng Ziang ignored her and just held the dewdrops tightly in his hand, until his knuckles turned white.
Seeing this, Zi Ling curled up her lips into a barely perceptible sneer and continued, "Actually, Senior Brother He..."
"Shut up!" Feng Ziang suddenly raised his head, his eyes as sharp as a knife.
Zi Ling was frightened by his sudden anger. She took a step back and dared not say anything.
Feng Ziang took a deep breath and suppressed the anger in his heart.
He looked at Zi Ling and spoke word by word, "You'd better pray that he is safe."
Zi Ling's face changed and she was about to speak but was interrupted by him again.
"Otherwise..." Feng Ziang paused, a hint of murderous intent flashed in his eyes, "I will make you regret coming to this world." He turned and left, leaving Zi Ling standing there alone, her face pale and trembling.
"Do you think... you can escape?" Zi Ling looked at Feng Ziang's back and said in a low voice, her eyes filled with resentment.
The jade pendant in her hand emitted a faint green light...
Feng Ziang looked at the direction where He Yushu left, feeling bitter.
He knew that he couldn't just give up like that, but He Yushu's determination made him feel extremely depressed.
The surrounding ruins seemed to become even more gloomy, and the hope that once existed was now only loneliness.
He tightly grasped the dewdrops in his hand; the sharp edges hurt his palms, but it was not even one-tenth as painful as the pain in his heart.
"With just this little blow, you think I, Feng Ziang, will give up? Dream on!" He growled, wiped the moisture from the corners of his eyes, and the fighting spirit rekindled in his eyes.
Since He Yushu doesn't believe him, he will prove himself with his strength!
He wants to become stronger, strong enough to make He Yushu regret it!
Feng Ziang no longer paid attention to Zi Ling's meaningful gaze and turned to walk towards the depths of the ruins.
Most of the other disciples gathered outside, fearing the dangers lurking deep within the ruins.
But Feng Ziang is different, the special spiritual roots in his body are running wildly, absorbing the rich spiritual energy around him and transforming it into pure spiritual power, nourishing his body and making him energetic and fearless of risks.
He came to a stone gate covered with intricate runes.
The stone gate exudes an ancient and mysterious aura, with a faint glow of light.
The other disciples all looked away from the secret room, and Captain Chen shook his head again and again: "This rune is very strange, it may be an ancient restriction, we should not touch it lightly."
Feng Ziang walked forward without hesitation.
Those runes that seemed obscure and difficult to understand to others were unusually clear in his eyes.
He understood the meaning of the runes almost instinctively. A strange energy surged in his body, guiding him to infuse spiritual power into specific runes.
As he injected his spiritual power, the runes glowed brighter and emitted a buzzing resonant sound.
The stone door slowly opened, and an ancient and powerful aura rushed towards me.
Everyone looked at this scene in amazement. Captain Chen's eyes widened, and he murmured in disbelief: "How...how is this possible?"
Feng Ziang ignored everyone's shock and walked straight into the secret room, leaving only one sentence: "Treasures belong to the strong."
Zi Ling looked at Feng Ziang's back as he disappeared behind the stone gate, a sinister light flashing in her eyes.
"It seems that I still underestimated you..." She whispered, and the jade pendant in her hand flickered and became more and more mysterious.
When Zi Ling saw Feng Ziang open the stone door, she was burning with jealousy.
She walked over slowly, and said in a mocking tone, "Do you think this will change his mind? You are wishful thinking."
Feng Ziang glanced at her coldly, and the dew beads in his hand glowed.
"It's none of your business."
Zi Ling sneered, the jade pendant in her hand shone brightly, and an invisible pressure enveloped Feng Ziang.
"I want to see how long you can keep showing off."
Just as he finished speaking, a gust of cold wind suddenly came from the depths of the secret room, accompanied by a sharp roar.
A group of translucent ghosts emerged from the darkness, with hideous faces and claws and fangs bared, rushing towards Feng Ziang.
Captain Chen and others were horrified upon seeing this and retreated one after another.
"It's a ghost! There is a ghost in this secret room!"
Feng Ziang was not afraid of danger. He drew out his sword, and the sword emitted a cold light.
His body was as fast as lightning as he rushed towards the ghosts.
The ghosts' attacks were ethereal and elusive. Feng Ziang found it a bit difficult at first, but he quickly adapted to their attack style.
The spiritual roots in his body were running wildly, absorbing the rich spiritual energy around him and transforming it into pure spiritual power, which he continuously injected into the sword.
Every time the sword was swung, it brought with it a powerful wave of spiritual energy, which shattered the approaching ghosts.
Captain Chen and others were stunned.
They didn't expect Feng Ziang to be so powerful and able to fight so many ghosts alone.
Zi Ling's face also turned ugly. She didn't expect Feng Ziang to have such a trump card.
The battle lasted for a long time. Although Feng Ziang gradually gained the upper hand, he also felt a huge consumption of spiritual energy.
He thought to himself: We must fight to the death quickly!
He took a deep breath and poured all the remaining spiritual energy in his body into the sword.
The sword shone brightly, as if a bright moon illuminated the entire secret room.
He raised his sword high and slashed it downwards. A huge sword energy whizzed out, killing all the remaining ghosts.
After the ghost dissipated, a treasure chest appeared in the center of the secret room.
The treasure chest emitted a dazzling light, attracting everyone's attention.
Feng Ziang walked to the treasure chest and slowly opened it...
Seeing this, Zi Ling's eyes flashed with greed. She quietly approached Feng Ziang, the jade pendant in her hand shining, and whispered: "This treasure should belong to me..."
The residual wave of sword energy resounded, and the dust settled. A fist-sized spirit crystal lay quietly in the treasure chest, emitting a soft colorful light.
This light is not simply a fluctuation of spiritual energy, but a strange breath of life, so dense that it is almost condensed into substance.
Feng Ziang was shocked, this was definitely not an ordinary spirit crystal!
He carefully held the spirit crystal in his hand, and a warm current instantly flowed through his body. The spiritual power that had been consumed was quickly restored, and he even felt a faint breakthrough.
At this moment, the jade pendant in Zi Ling's hand suddenly shone brightly, and a black shadow emerged from the jade pendant and rushed straight towards the spirit crystal in Feng Ziang's hand.
Feng Ziang was prepared and dodged to the side. The black shadow missed and hit the stone wall hard, making a sharp hissing sound.
The black shadow looked like a demon, with a ferocious face and a cold aura emanating from its body.
"There's really something wrong with you!" Feng Ziang looked at Zi Ling coldly. The spirit crystal in his hand shone brighter, illuminating her distorted face.
"This spiritual crystal is not something that someone like you can get your hands on."
A hint of ruthlessness flashed across Zi Ling's eyes: "Do you think that you can change anything if you get it? He Yushu will never believe you!"
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