Chapter 82 Quickly Transmigrate! Kidnapping Immortal Sect Disciple (47)
He Yushu watched Feng Ziang get injured time and time again in order to protect himself, and the remaining misunderstanding in his heart gradually dissipated, replaced by an indescribable feeling of emotion.
Suddenly, Feng Ziang groaned as he was hit by the puppet's axe. He flew backwards and fell heavily to the ground.
"Feng Ziang!" He Yushu exclaimed, rushed to his side and helped him up.
A trace of blood flowed from the corner of Feng Ziang's mouth, his face was pale, but he forced a smile: "I'm fine..."
Before he finished speaking, the gigantic demonic puppet raised its battle axe again and chopped down at the two men.
Zi Ling stood aside, watching this scene, with a glimmer of excitement in her eyes.
"It's over..."
At the critical moment, He Yushu suddenly pushed Feng Ziang behind him, and used up all his spiritual power to summon his life-saving magic weapon - a snow-white jade flute.
The flute sounded melodious, but it carried with it a chilling murderous aura, which turned into a visible sound wave and crashed into the giant axe.
"Bang!"
The sound waves collided with the giant axe, bursting into dazzling light.
He Yushu was blown away by the huge impact force and spurted out a mouthful of blood, but he tightly protected Feng Ziang behind him.
When the dust settled, the giant axe was shattered by the sound waves and turned into countless fragments that scattered all over the ground.
The huge demonic puppet also became paralyzed and fell to the ground with a bang.
When Zi Ling saw this, her face changed drastically and a hint of fear flashed in her eyes.
She didn't expect that He Yushu actually had such a powerful trump card.
Feng Zi struggled to stand up, supported He Yushu, and asked anxiously, "How are you?"
He Yushu shook his head and smiled weakly: "I'm fine..." He looked at Feng Ziang's concerned eyes, and a warm feeling surged in his heart.
All previous misunderstandings and barriers vanished at this moment.
He hugged Feng Ziang gently and whispered, "I'm sorry, I misunderstood you."
When Feng Ziang heard this, all the grievances and pain in his heart disappeared.
He hugged He Yushu tightly back, his eyes slightly moist.
The surrounding disciples heaved a sigh of relief when they saw this scene, and came forward to congratulate.
Captain Chen was even more moved. He never expected that these two enemies would reconcile at the critical moment of life and death.
However, just as everyone was immersed in joy, Zi Ling suddenly revealed a strange smile.
She slowly raised her right hand, and a black ball emitting a dark light appeared in her hand.
"The game has just begun..." she whispered, and then crushed the ball in her hand.
A powerful demonic aura instantly swept over, the surrounding trees withered instantly, and the ground began to crack.
A thick black fog enveloped everyone, blocking out the sky and the sun, making it impossible to see one's hand in front of one's face.
"Not good!" Captain Chen's face turned pale and he shouted hurriedly, "This is a forbidden magic technique - the Soul-Bewitching Miasma! Everyone be careful!"
Before he finished speaking, a series of miserable screams came from the dark mist...
Zi Ling's figure disappeared in the black mist, leaving only a cold laugh echoing in the air:
"The next time we meet, it will be the day you die!"
The thick black mist was like the breath of a giant beast, instantly engulfing everything around it.
Feng Ziang ran wildly in the mist, his heart beating violently, fear and worry entwined him like vines.
He Yushu!
Where is He Yushu?
He cried out his lover's name heartbreakingly, but all he got in response was a hollow echo and suffocating darkness.
The misty mountains, complex terrain, and pervasive miasma are more like an abyss that swallows up hope.
He stumbled, his clothes were torn by thorns, and there were several bloodstains on his face, but he didn't care at all.
Compared with the physical pain, the fear of losing He Yushu was even more unbearable for him.
Just when he was about to despair, the special spiritual root in his dantian suddenly began to vibrate violently, and a warm current surged throughout his body.
Feng Ziang instinctively sat cross-legged, practicing his mental skills and greedily absorbing the rich spiritual energy around him.
Although this maze was bizarre, it also contained rich spiritual energy. For him, it became an excellent place for cultivation.
I saw spiritual light flowing around him, and the originally dim mist around him gradually dissipated, forming a gradually expanding open space.
Just like the light of dawn tearing through the darkness, his spiritual energy surged like a dazzling sun, forcibly cutting a path through the mist.
He suddenly opened his eyes, a gleam of light flashing in them.
The obstacle set by the devil was unexpectedly transformed by him accidentally into a help to improve his cultivation!
He stood up and continued walking towards the depths of the fog.
After breaking through the first layer of the maze, Feng Ziang came to a small town.
The town was lifeless, the streets were empty, with only dilapidated houses and the sound of the wind.
He caught an old man named Liu who was shivering in a corner. After questioning him, the old man trembled and said, "The immortals... the demons... the demons have captured many people... and taken them deep into the Misty Mountains..."
Without having time to think, Feng Ziang set off immediately and flew towards the depths of the Misty Mountains.
At this moment, a clear female voice rang in his ears: "Young Master, are you looking for a man in white?" A snow-white fox appeared in front of him out of nowhere, with a pair of smart eyes flashing with cunning light.
Before Feng Ziang could speak, a sneer came from afar: "Found you!"
Blood Shadow led a group of demon minions and slowly walked out of the mist...
The blade of Blood Shadow's sword was filled with a strong smell of blood and was heading straight for Feng Ziang's face.
"Boy, your time of death has come!" The cold laughter echoed in the empty town, like the whisper of a murderous ghost.
Feng Ziang's eyes dimmed, and he swung the long sword in his hand to make a sword flower, barely blocking the fatal blow.
"Want to kill me? Not that easy!" Feng Ziang sneered, and his special spiritual root started running wildly. Spiritual energy poured into his body like a tide and transformed into surging spiritual power.
His figure was ghostly and his sword moves were powerful, and he was able to fight on equal terms with Blood Shadow, who was in the middle stage of foundation building.
The demon minions around were all stunned when they saw this.
They didn't expect that this seemingly smooth-talking cultivator actually had such strength.
Xueying became even more furious and his attacks became more fierce, with each move targeting Feng Ziang's vital points.
Feng Ziang fought and retreated, feeling extremely anxious.
He must get away as soon as possible and go find He Yushu.
The swords flashed and the cold light shone.
Feng Ziang was careless and got his arm cut by Blood Shadow's sword.
Blood dripped down the blade, spreading on the bluestone road.
The pain stimulated his nerves and made him more awake.
He Yushu's gentle eyes and eyebrows flashed through his mind. The unintentional touch and the occasional shy look were like fine needles, piercing his heart.
He can't die!
He hasn't found He Yushu yet, and hasn't explained everything clearly, how could he die here!
Thinking of this, Feng Ziang's eyes flashed with determination.
He no longer dodged, but instead took the initiative to meet the attack of Blood Shadow, exchanging injuries for injuries, fighting for life.
He frantically urged his spiritual power, pushing the special spiritual roots in his body to the extreme.
The surrounding spiritual energy rushed into his body like a whirlpool.
His sword moves became faster and more powerful, gradually suppressing Blood Shadow.
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