At the same time, a familiar figure appeared above the canyon.
Rong Zi was slightly taken aback, "Feng Yuan?"
How did he end up here?
Where is Chu Qingyu?
Feng Yuan looked down at Rong Zi, who was trapped in the formation, and sneered, "Rong Zi, you didn't expect to have this day, did you? This time we'll settle all the old and new scores together. Your death is near."
"What about Chu Qingyu? What did you do to him?" Rong Zi's eyes showed no fear whatsoever.
She was worried because she couldn't find Fengyuan.
Now that he's come to her door, she's saved herself the trouble.
I just don't know how Chu Qingyu is doing now.
Feng Yuan raised an eyebrow. "Given your current situation, you still have the leisure to care about others?"
Rong Zi gripped the maid Feng'er tightly in his hand, narrowed his eyes, and asked again.
"I'll ask one last time, where is Chu Qingyu?"
Seeing how concerned she was about Chu Qingyu, Feng Yuan's eyes flashed with a hint of mockery, and he scoffed softly.
"Ha, you fool!"
Rong Zi's face darkened, and he was just about to raise his bow to strike when Feng Yuan said again, "Rong Zi, I advise you to look down at your feet first."
Upon hearing this, Rong Zi subconsciously looked down.
Upon seeing what lay beneath her feet, she frowned slightly, a look of confusion on her face: "This is..."
She could see something on the ground beneath her feet, rising up like steam.
It looks like it's shrouded in ethereal mist.
Moreover, this smoke is colorless, odorless, contains no energy, and has no offensive power.
However, as the smoke rose, Rong Zi suddenly felt a sharp pain in his dantian.
She bent slightly, letting out a soft groan of pain, "Ugh..."
The next moment, Rong Zi felt as if something was gradually blocking the spiritual meridians in his body, and his spiritual power decreased sharply.
Suddenly, as if struck by a sudden thought, she opened her eyes wide and stared in shock at the smoke beneath her feet.
"The Burial Flower?"
This smoke must have been made from the Black Burial Flower!
Everything in the world is interconnected and interdependent; there is no such thing as absolute perfection.
In fact, the Chaos Spiritual Root also has weaknesses.
If a cultivator with a chaotic spiritual root comes into contact with the Burial Profound Flower, their spiritual veins will be sealed for a short period of time, preventing them from using their own spiritual power.
The Mysterious Burial Flower is an extremely rare spiritual plant. Apart from being very unfriendly to cultivators with chaotic spiritual roots, it has no other medicinal value.
Moreover, this spiritual plant not only has very demanding growing conditions, but also requires at least a hundred years to mature.
Even in the entire Immortal Realm, the number of Xuanzang Flowers is extremely limited.
Judging from the amount of smoke here, it is clearly made from a large quantity of Xuanzang flowers.
Where did Feng Yuan get so many Xuanzang flowers?
Most importantly, besides Rong Zi and Rong Xuan, only Chu Qingyu knew that the weakness of the Chaos Spiritual Root was the Xuanzang Flower.
Even Jun Moyao didn't know.
But why does Fengyuan know this now?
Not only did they know, but they also deliberately set a trap here, using the Xuanzang Flower to deal with her?
Rong Zi's body was starting to feel weak.
She used Ya Feng'er to support herself on the ground, and only then could she barely stand up.
Many things flashed through my mind in a jumbled mess.
Chu Qingyu invited her here, but he wasn't there. Instead, Feng Yuan, who was determined to kill her, was lying in ambush here.
Only Chu Qingyu knew the weakness of those with Chaotic Spiritual Roots.
Even Fengyuan found out...
The more Rong Zi thought about it, the heavier her heart became.
Feng Yuan saw Rong Zi's reaction and flew to the outside of the formation. He excitedly watched the pain on Rong Zi's face and then let out a series of villainous laughs.
"You think you're so capable, Rong Zi? If you're so capable, then get out of this formation yourself!"
"Despicable!" Rong Zi staggered slightly, glaring angrily at Feng Yuan outside the formation. "Is this all you've got?"
Feng Yuan raised his hand to cast a spell, and suddenly waved his hand at Rong Zi.
"They're about to die and they're still being stubborn."
With his movement, Rong Zi, who was already unsteady on his feet, was blasted away by a burst of energy and crashed heavily to the ground.
She clutched her chest, turned her head, and spat out a mouthful of blood.
"puff……"
When has Rong Zi ever been in such a sorry state?
Despite the excruciating pain, she raised her hand and wiped the blood from her lips with the back of her hand, her gaze towards Feng Yuan cold and deep.
"Feng Yuan, you'd better pray you don't fall into my hands in the future."
"Don't worry, that's absolutely impossible."
Feng Yuan raised an eyebrow and asked, "Do you believe that if I wanted to, I could crush you right now?"
Then, he suddenly changed the subject, "But I won't kill you now. I have a good show to show you. After the show is over, I'll send you on your way."
Upon hearing this, Rong Zi's heart skipped a beat.
"what you up to?"
Feng Yuan smiled knowingly and replied, "I don't need anything, I just want to borrow some people from you."
"Tell me, if you, an Immortal Emperor, were in danger, how many people in your Immortal Realm would be willing to come to your rescue?"
Having vaguely guessed what he was planning to do, Rong Zi's eyes widened...
She struggled to get up from the ground.
Before Rong Zi could even get up, everything went black, and she collapsed to the ground, falling into a coma.
She was woken up by someone.
"Immortal Emperor!"
In a hazy state of consciousness, Rong Zi slowly woke up and looked up to see a series of familiar faces.
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