If the father is still conscious, is it possible to rescue him?
Or perhaps they could join forces with their father, working together with Wan'er and the others to cleanse Wutong Mountain of its sins.
Song Tingwan and the others did not want to see him take the risk.
But that was his father.
They had no right to persuade him to give up that last glimmer of hope.
Even so, it requires risking one's life to try and make mistakes.
"Wu Ling, you..."
"No need to say more, I'll hold on until you come back."
Wu Ling smiled easily.
But the mountain was full of enemy ghost cultivators.
Even if he is in the Tribulation Transcending stage.
It remains fraught with danger.
Song Siyao frowned, turned her head away, and silently gritted her teeth, refusing to speak.
Because she understands that if her loved ones were buried underground, she would also gamble.
She now understands the importance of family and can empathize with Wu Ling's choice.
"You must hold on. As long as you have a breath left, your older sister will be able to save you."
Song Siyao stared at him, speaking each word clearly and without questioning her older sister's abilities.
Song Tingwan and the others all nodded.
Wu Ling smiled and nodded at the head formed from ghostly energy.
Song Tingwan was filled with complicated emotions, and there was another thought in her mind that she hadn't voiced.
“When Immortal Lord Zewu noticed me behind him, he said something.”
Shen Zhuochuan met her gaze and added for her, "He said we can't escape."
As Song Tingwan recalled the conversation, she frowned, thinking about the other person's unusually confident tone.
What gives him his confidence?
Is it still that eerie white mist that's secretly helping him?
So, are they really unable to get out?
"Let's give it a try. They didn't expect us to sneak in through that blood pool passage." Baili Xijiang sat on the ground, leaning against Xiao Ao with a hint of disdain.
It was rare for him to say something reasonable.
Qin Xi and Wan Qiji also agreed.
Wu Ling, on the other hand, was much more open-minded.
"Whether you can get out or not, you should all give it a try."
"If you can get out, go get reinforcements; if you can't get out, come back and save me."
If he could live, he wouldn't want to die.
The ghostly aura floated in front of them, forming the words "thank you".
This is the only thing we can try now.
Song Tingwan used the bracelet to reach the Chunwu Venerable Hall, sensed a place where the ghost energy was thinnest, and quietly released Wu Ling.
Wu Ling also sank silently into the ground.
Song Tingwan pursed her lips and silently retraced her steps.
But the result was...
They were blocked inside by an invisible barrier.
Several people appeared and tried to leave.
But they were still turned away.
Just as Zewu said.
They can't get out.
at the same time.
The direction of the three main halls.
A loud bang.
A vibrant ghostly aura and a bone-chilling, malevolent resentment intertwined and soared into the sky.
However, it was blocked by the barrier above Wutong Mountain and instead erupted and spread into Wutong Mountain.
The screams of countless cultivators mingled with the collapse of buildings and forests.
Song Tingwan and the others turned around to look.
My heart tightened instantly.
"Let's go help Wu Ling."
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