"Hi." Seeing this, Mu Chongxi also stretched his neck and waved at him.
Seeing how brave the two men were, Duan Hengdao also plucked up the courage and said "Hi" to Song Hansheng.
Song Hansheng: “…” Damn.
His face was pale and he almost vomited bile from the stench. However, these three people were more irritating than each other and they started to greet him one by one.
"Ye, Qiao." Song Hansheng gritted his teeth and spat out these two words, wishing he could cut this man into pieces.
"Who are you trying to scare?" Ye Qiao was not afraid of him at this moment. "You can't beat my senior brother outside. You are already in the monster's belly. How can you still be so arrogant?"
She pointed at the two people around her and said, "Can't you see the situation clearly? If three of us punch you, you can only hold it in."
Is there any need to think about what will happen if three fight against one?
Song Hansheng didn't know whether he was scared or disgusted, so he just kept silent.
At the moment, there doesn't seem to be any danger, but that's only because of their cultivation. Otherwise, the corrosion of gastric acid alone would be enough to cause them a lot of trouble. If they don't hurry up and get out, they may die in the belly of this monster within a day.
"Has your spiritual energy been sealed?" Mu Chongxi found that he could not use his spiritual power. He tried to activate it, but found that his spiritual power was also imprisoned by something and could not be used at all.
Hearing this, the three of them also tried to activate the spiritual energy in their Dantian, but found that the spiritual energy stored there in the past was like a pool of stagnant water and was uncontrollable.
"What's going on?"
Duan Hengdao was horrified.
Song Hansheng's face was ugly, and his expression was obscure: "There is something in the stomach of this monster that seals our spiritual power."
Otherwise, how could this happen for no reason?
"Let's split up and look for that thing." The four of them decisively dispersed to look for the culprit who sealed their spiritual energy. Considering the riot of monsters and the news of the appearance of a spiritual weapon, they did not rule out the possibility that the spiritual weapon was in the monster's stomach.
Thinking of this, Song Hansheng began to search more anxiously. He couldn't let them succeed.
The monster's belly was extremely large, and the remains of the monks and monsters it had swallowed were scattered everywhere, some of which had not been fully digested. The scene made the faces of several disciples who had never come into contact with such things look extremely ugly.
Ye Qiao was relatively okay. After all, she was not a real fifteen-year-old girl. She searched the surroundings but did not find anything special. About half an hour later, without the protection of spiritual power, everyone began to feel obvious discomfort.
The monsters had an extremely fast digestion ability, and if they delayed any further, everyone had no doubt that they would have a share of the debris by tomorrow morning.
Song Hansheng became visibly anxious: "Are we just going to sit here and wait for death?"
"If you want to die, go ahead and die. I can't possibly accompany you."
He said in a cold voice, "I am the heir of the Song family and the chief disciple of Yueqing Sect, and you..." He paused for a moment and sneered, "You are just from the common people, and you are taken in as your personal disciples because you have better talents."
It is true that Mu Chongxi has excellent talent, but he is just a commoner. As the direct heir of one of the eight great families, Song Hansheng looks down upon those who come from common people the most.
He had also heard a little about Duan Hengdao, who was just a weapon cultivator from a small family. He was accepted as a personal disciple as an exception because of his rare top-grade fire spirit root.
As for Ye Qiao?
He never looked at the other person straight in the eye from beginning to end.
“…”
Duan Hengdao: "Although, my dear heir, now it's not a question of whether we want to die or not. If we don't find a way out by then, none of us will be able to get out alive."
Ye Qiao was annoyed when she heard Song Hansheng pretending to be so arrogant, and curled her lips, "You are right. When I think about the fact that you will all die in the future, I forgive everyone."
Her voice was deadly sincere.
Song Hansheng was left in silence. He didn't know if he had learned his lesson or what, but after realizing that he couldn't win the argument with Ye Qiao, he got so angry that he turned off his microphone.
Ye Qiao looked around again. It was not known whether Song Hansheng had given up struggling or was just tired. In any case, she did not get involved the whole time. She was leisurely and not in a hurry at all. It was not because she wanted to die, but because she had a way to get out.
She was like this now simply because she felt that there was something here that was attracting her to keep getting closer. It was so strange.
Even if you encounter such a special situation in the world of cultivation, it is either an opportunity or definitely not a good thing.
Ye Qiao didn't feel the slightest bit of fear, and even tried her best to pull that thing out. Opportunities and dangers always go hand in hand, but luckily, she was not afraid of any danger.
The closer the distance got, the more Ye Qiao found his steps became uncontrollable. He moved closer and closer to one place until he could see the other person's entire appearance.
It was a pitch-black stick, which was somehow inserted into the monster's flesh. It just stood there, exerting a magical power that made people unable to help but approach it.
Ye Qiao thought distractedly, no wonder the monster went berserk, its flesh was pierced by the black stick, if it didn’t feel any pain, who would go berserk?
Without hesitation, she reached out and picked it up.
What's rare is that it was easily pulled off. It felt slightly cool and heavy to the touch, but other than that, there didn't seem to be anything special about it.
Ye Qiao lowered his eyes as if thinking about something.
So could it be the culprit behind the riot in the monster forest?
Just as she was flying in the sky, Mu Chongxi noticed that her junior sister had not moved for a long time, so she hesitantly pushed her gently, "Ye Qiao?"
"ah."
She came back to her senses, "Brother?"
As a qualified weapon cultivator, Duan Hengdao immediately noticed the extra object in her hand, "Hey, Ye Qiao, what are you holding?"
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