Chapter 94 Quickly Transmigrate! Kidnapping Immortal Sect Disciple (59)
"Zi'ang..." He stretched out his hand tremblingly, wanting to grab something, but grabbed nothing.
The man in black robe laughed arrogantly, as if mocking He Yushu's weakness.
He turned to look at the remaining people, his eyes filled with murderous intent.
"Who's next?"
Demonic energy surged, and the sound of killing shook the sky.
The Immortal Alliance Conference turned into a Shura Field in an instant.
The immortal alliance cultivators responded hastily and engaged in a desperate fight with the sudden attack from the demons.
Swords clashed, spells blared, and the originally peaceful scene was now filled with blood mist, with broken limbs and arms scattered all over the ground.
Feng Ziang held a long sword in his hand, his body agile, and fought with a demon cultivator in the late foundation-building stage.
The opponent's moves were brutal and full of demonic energy, and every blow carried a chilling evil aura.
Relying on his special spiritual roots, Feng Ziang quickly transformed spiritual energy into spiritual power and barely resisted the opponent's attack.
But he was only in the initial stage of building his foundation after all, and the gap in strength between him and his opponent was huge, so he gradually fell into a disadvantage.
Facing the powerful demon cultivators, the surrounding disciples of the Immortal Alliance were defeated step by step. People kept falling down and let out miserable screams.
The feeling of fear spread like a plague, enveloping the entire battlefield.
He didn't realize that it was just Feng Ziang's illusion.
"Zi'ang! Be careful!" An anxious cry was heard, and He Yushu's figure appeared in Feng Zi'ang's sight.
Seeing Feng Ziang in a tough fight, he became extremely anxious and rushed over regardless of everything, wanting to lend him a helping hand.
However, this was a trap set by the demon cultivator.
Seeing He Yushu approaching, the demon cultivator pretended to be defeated and retreated quickly.
He Yushu was in a hurry and chased after him, but he didn't notice the black magic pattern suddenly appearing under his feet.
"Yu Shu! Come back!" Feng Ziang shouted, with an ominous premonition rising in his heart.
Unfortunately, it is too late.
He Yushu stepped into the magic pattern and was instantly restrained by a powerful demonic energy.
The devil cultivator turned around with a devilish smile, condensed a ball of black devil energy in his hand, and hit He Yushu's chest fiercely.
"puff--"
A mouthful of blood spurted out, and He Yushu's body flew backwards like a kite with a broken string, and fell heavily to the ground, his life or death unknown.
"Yu Shu!" Feng Ziang's eyes were bloodshot and he let out a heart-wrenching roar.
He watched He Yushu fall down helplessly, unable to stop him. The anger and self-blame in his heart erupted like a volcano.
The demon cultivator laughed wildly, and approached He Yushu who was lying on the ground step by step, with a cruel light flashing in his eyes: "You overestimated your own abilities, this is the result of meddling in other people's business! Now, it's your turn!"
He slowly raised the magic sword in his hand and pointed it at He Yushu's heart.
"Stop!" Feng Ziang roared, and with a flash of his body, he stood in front of He Yushu.
His eyes were red, his body was shaking, and he uttered through his teeth: "You... deserve to die..."
Feng Ziang was filled with grief and anger. His special spiritual root, the Lancang root, was madly absorbing the surrounding spiritual energy. The originally gentle blue spiritual root was now flashing with a dazzling light, like a burning ice flame.
His spiritual power surged in an instant, and a powerful force surged out of his body, raising his cultivation level from the initial stage of foundation building to a higher level.
He didn't care about his own safety, and rushed towards the demon cultivator like an arrow from a bow. His sword moves were like those of a madman, cruel and brutal, and each move was filled with his tremendous anger and determination.
The demon cultivators around were frightened by this sudden momentum and for a moment they did not dare to step forward.
The demon cultivator's originally contemptuous expression froze in an instant. He felt the powerful force emanating from Feng Ziang, and a trace of fear arose in his heart.
However, he was a cultivator in the late stage of foundation building after all, with rich combat experience. He quickly stabilized his position and started a fierce battle with Feng Ziang.
The two men's swords intersected, and demonic energy and spiritual power collided, making a deafening roar.
Feng Ziang was like a mad tiger, completely giving up on defense, and every sword strike was aimed directly at the vital points, and every move was fatal.
The demon cultivator was gradually unable to resist and was covered in wounds. Finally, he was pierced through the heart by Feng Ziang's sword and fell to the ground and died.
Feng Ziang staggered to He Yushu's side and held him in his arms tremblingly.
He Yushu's face was pale and he was dying. He looked at Feng Ziang with eyes full of reluctance and attachment.
"Zi'ang... cough cough... don't cry..." He raised his hand weakly, wanting to touch Feng Zi'ang's cheek, but his hand fell down powerlessly.
Feng Ziang hugged him tightly, tears flowing uncontrollably.
"Yushu, hold on, I will definitely save you..." He frantically transferred his spiritual power to He Yushu, trying to save his life.
However, He Yushu's injuries were too severe. His internal organs, which had been corroded by the evil spirit, had begun to fail. His spiritual power was like a candle in the wind, constantly disappearing.
The battles were still going on all around, with disciples of the Immortal Alliance fighting desperately with the demonic cultivators. Shouts of killing shook the sky, and blood mist filled the air.
However, it seemed as if He Yushu was the only one left in Feng Ziang's world. He could not hear the fighting around him, nor could he see the flying blood. All he could see was He Yushu's gradually dimming eyes.
"Zi'ang... I... am so tired..." He Yushu's voice became weaker and weaker. His hands weakly grasped Feng Zi'ang's collar, as if he was trying to grab the last straw.
"No...Yushu...don't leave me..." Feng Ziang cried in despair, his voice hoarse, full of pain and helplessness.
Finally, He Yushu's hands loosened powerlessly, his eyes slowly closed, and his breath completely disappeared.
“Feather Book——!”
It was hatred, anger, grievance, and disgust. Feng Ziang looked at everyone present. It was all of them who killed his lover. If there were no so-called famous and upright people in the world, how could there be such evil ways? If these people didn't die, more people would die. Such a world was dirty and unnecessary. Ordinary people were just tools for them to fight for power and profit.
At this moment, everyone looked at Feng Ziang. His eyes were extremely terrifying, or like a madman who would kill everyone. A magic show used a secret treasure to attack Feng Ziang, but it turned into ashes the moment it got close to Feng Ziang. A huge amount of energy descended from the sky and purified all the death energy around.
Michael descended from the sky. He was no longer a member of the system, but an exceptionally handsome man. With a wave of his hand, Feng Ziang recovered his memory. Michael said calmly, "It's not worth it for a mortal."
Although Feng Ziang recovered his memory, he still remembered what happened here. There is too much filth and dirt in the world. These humans have lived too long. If they don't die, how can there be new humans? Feng Ziang suddenly understood the reason why God came to punish and destroy the world. If the way of heaven is not destroyed, how can new life continue? People who have occupied resources for a long time will not disappear easily. No matter whether the demons oppress living beings, the so-called righteous way will also steal the resources. Ordinary people will never be able to turn over and can only become tools of struggle. Therefore, overthrow and destruction are not terrible. What is terrible is the consolidation of thousands of years.
Feng Ziang said to Michael: "Can you help me destroy this world?"
"Of course"
Michael is just a ringing finger. If all the human beings in this world begin to disappear, will the filth and dirt also disappear with them?
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