The white mist surrounding the villagers was a real headache.
Besides, these are all fellow Daoists' bodies; if one is injured, it's not a problem, but if one isn't injured, then one is injured oneself.
It's not easy to beat.
"Find something to control them?"
Song Tingwan thought for a moment. She did have such a poison pill, but she wasn't sure if it would be effective against these ghostly, inhuman creatures.
Shen Zhuochuan observed the battle situation and nodded with a deep gaze.
"Give it a try."
A colorless and odorless pill appeared in Song Tingwan's hand, which she precisely controlled to turn into mist and fall onto the villagers' heads.
The villagers with bodies were frozen in place for a moment.
His eyes rolled around in confusion.
Suddenly, all was quiet. The village chief looked around in alarm, then dismissed the scene with a sinister disdain.
As the white mist descended, the villagers who had been held captive by erysipelas began to move again.
This left Song Siyao and the others feeling extremely frustrated.
After pondering for a moment, Shen Zhuochuan took out a leaf.
Mysterious, glowing leaves.
Song Tingwan looked over curiously. She had more self-defense items, but fewer items that could control people.
As Shen Zhuochuan explained, he used the leaf, saying, "This is a leaf of life that fell from the Tree of Life of the Elven race. It can cleanse one's marrow and also expel evil."
This is something the elves would never let slip away; even a fallen leaf is incredibly precious.
After encountering the Demon Lord's crisis at the Cloud Peak last time, he went to the Elven race and spent a great deal of money, vowing to use it only to save innocent lives, in order to obtain this item.
He would never have used this item if it weren't for the fact that so many cultivators' lives were at stake.
Song Tingwan understood.
The elves are a very xenophobic and mysterious race.
Ordinary people don't even know where the Elven lands are.
However, given the extremely high status of dragons, it is not surprising that they have connections with elves.
"Use it."
Song Tingwan looked carefully at the Leaf of Life in his hand, trying to feel its peaceful and gentle power.
If this leaf could be used to refine pills, the pills would surely be incredibly effective.
Some of these ideas were out of step with the times, yet they were still the professional reactions of a cultivator.
Song Tingwan gave a self-deprecating laugh, and after Shen Zhuochuan nodded, the spiritual energy lifted the Leaf of Life and suspended it in the air.
Then--
It had no effect.
It was returned intact, enveloped in white mist.
It was sent back?!
Can this eerie white mist be sent back?
Song Tingwan and Shen Zhuochuan looked at each other in bewilderment.
Is it because the elves have too much face, or is there some other reason?
The elves are also a race favored by the heavens.
Shen Zhuochuan fell silent.
With a slight twitch at the corner of her lips, she carefully put the Leaf of Life back.
He and Song Tingwan exchanged a glance, seemingly understanding each other.
This white mist.
Perhaps it shares the same origin as the mysterious power of the Demon Lord Cang Jin.
It was determined to ensure that Feng Aotian experienced what she was meant to experience; it was very persistent.
They even go so far as to exploit evil people.
Feng Aotian should also experience all of this.
How did it come to the point of massacring the entire village?
Besides the villagers, countless cultivators also lost their lives.
According to their current understanding.
This must be caused by that mountain god.
Song Tingwan and Shen Zhuochuan turned their gazes to A Yao, who was putting up a stubborn resistance.
She avoided hitting their vital points and patiently tied up the villagers one by one.
It was slow, but... it was of no use at all.
Because the white mist will help them break free of the ropes.
Song Siyao sighed. In this situation, he couldn't kill her, nor could he restrain her.
She could only look to her older sister for help, but Song Tingwan shook her head at her from afar.
Then the voice was transmitted into their ears.
"Otherwise, try to expel their souls. Wu Ling and A Ji will control their souls."
However, even if the white mist didn't move, they still couldn't open the cellar door.
Such battles will continue indefinitely.
There is no solution.
With divine intervention protecting you, no treasure is of any use.
Song Siyao even attempted to use the Demon-Slaying Sword.
I still can't cut through this white mist.
"What if we break the formation?"
Song Tingwan seemed to be deep in thought.
Shen Zhuochuan said helplessly, "I should have learned formations before."
None of them had studied formations; they knew some basics, but not much.
The array master trapped in the cellar couldn't get out, and nothing could be seen inside the cellar.
In short, we need to open the cellar first.
Destiny.
The woman of destiny.
Song Tingwan looked at her younger sister.
The only ones who could resist her were her sister.
The power of destiny fears the heavenly thunder of the Heavenly Way.
She and her sister opened the cellar, but they needed the power of Heaven to do so.
But... how can I borrow it?
She pondered for a long time, and suddenly, while brushing aside the stray hairs on her forehead, she touched the center of her forehead.
As she wished, the magnolia flower on her forehead appeared and disappeared.
The woman looked up at the sky and suddenly remembered the expression on A Yao's face when she learned about the magnolia flower mark.
Did Mother really not prepare anything for Ayao?
But if this mark can collect merit, wouldn't all the merit accumulated by A Yao's evil-slaying sword and the elimination of evil and promotion of good over the past hundred years be wasted?
My forehead started to burn.
There haven't been any opportunities to collect merit lately, so the inscription is somewhat empty.
If only she could use her past merits of saving people.
The mark became even hotter.
Song Tingwan realized something was wrong; the mark seemed to be responding to her thoughts.
The two times she felt the heat were when she was thinking about how she could draw upon her own past merits and her sister's merits.
Could it really work?
Song Tingwan suddenly grabbed Shen Zhuochuan's hand, "Would you protect me?"
Shen Zhuochuan was puzzled, but when he met her serious gaze, he nodded solemnly, "Don't worry."
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