Song Tingwan's smile was actually quite inappropriate.
After all, beneath the sinkhole, countless surging ghostly energies were rising wildly, and there were also Ascension-stage ghost cultivators eyeing them covetously.
Immortal Lord Zewu was somewhat wary, but after a moment he didn't take it to heart.
After his battle with his father at the Cloud Palace Peak and the events at Guilin Mountain, he knew very well that they could not kill the two chosen ones.
They have many trump cards and are favored by heaven.
How could they, people rejected by the heavens, possibly kill them?
Unfortunately, they arrived too quickly; he didn't have time to kill their relatives and friends and make them suffer.
Zewu's gaze swept across the entire Wutong Mountain, his hand gathering strange fire and spiritual energy.
As the strange fire transformed into a sword, he still smiled gently, "A city intoxicated by flowers—"
Peach blossom petals swirled in the wind, and countless strange flames condensed within them, heading straight for Song Tingwan.
The woman, dressed in plain white, neither retreated nor dodged, and raised her hand—
A shimmering purple lotus umbrella appeared in her hand. With a flick of her wrist, the purple umbrella blocked the attack of the flying flower flames in mid-air.
Song Tingwan smiled and once again held the umbrella over her head.
Hold the umbrella handle and turn it gently.
The lotus blade flew out, piercing through countless peach petals and attacking Zewu.
"I almost forgot, you're now a Mahayana cultivator too." Ze Wu turned his head away, then looked up with a hint of regret.
If we had captured her when she was weak, we wouldn't have had to go through all this trouble.
Song Tingwan stood in mid-air with her umbrella, not forgetting to sprinkle crimson mist over the area where Venerable Chunwu and the others were fighting.
With their spiritual energy restored, Song Siyao and the others launched another fierce attack on Venerable Chunwu without looking back.
Of the three battlefields, only the area between Song Tingwan and Ze Wu remained relatively calm.
The ghostly energy surging from underground also parted to both sides, with no ghostly energy intending to attack her.
Song Tingwan and Zewu stared at each other in the void, and suddenly their hearts sank.
He's stalling for time.
After luring them out, they were waiting for something.
The entire Wutong Mountain was filled with mixed and murderous forces. Apart from her and Zewu's area, ghostly energy howled and pounced on Ayao and the others, as if it wanted to tear them to pieces.
Her thoughts were in turmoil, so chaotic that she couldn't grasp even the slightest hint of a hunch.
But the magnolia flower mark on her forehead flashed again, reflecting her various thoughts.
She tried to leave with her umbrella, but Zewu blocked her way.
It didn't attack proactively, as if it wanted to trap her here.
"That's about it."
Venerable Chunwu turned around and loudly signaled to Zewu in her direction.
Song Tingwan once again unleashed the restored crimson mist.
His complexion grew increasingly somber.
Ah Yao and the others must have realized that they're entangled.
But they couldn't find a way to break the deadlock.
She wanted to use the power within the Magnolia Mark, but Zewu trapped her here.
Ah Yao and Shen Zhuochuan both wanted to help her, but they were also easily restrained by Venerable Chunwu.
What are they trying to do?
From the moment they were lured into showing themselves, their purpose remained completely unpredictable.
White mist.
Destiny.
Original plot...
This node should be—
Ah Yao was hunted down by countless people and eventually fell into the Six Realms Prison beneath the Flame Abyss.
He fought against the evil people of the six realms until ten years later when he broke out of prison with a broken body, his body full of evil energy and on the verge of becoming a demon.
In her father's previous life, she also fell into demonic possession and lost her mind, causing people in the six realms to hesitate about whether to send her to prison.
Must we go to the Flame Abyss Prison?
Did Zewu separate her from them to help fate bring about this plot?
What is the opportune moment that Zewu and his son are waiting for?
Open the Flame Abyss Prison?
What is the significance of separating her from her sister and friends?
Song Tingwan held the umbrella and silently pressed the teleportation array on the umbrella handle.
I can't guess.
But she refused to do as they wished.
The woman took two steps forward, each step like a lotus blossom.
But as she moved, the magic circle under the umbrella instantly unfolded.
Just as Ze Wu narrowed his eyes, preparing to make a move, he appeared beside Song Siyao and the others.
Shen Zhuochuan was just knocked back by Chunwu. He used his gun to support himself and barely managed to keep his balance.
Song Tingwan reached out and helped him up.
The man smiled as he looked at the shimmering purple lotus umbrella in her hand. "Little Black's apprenticeship gift was truly well-chosen."
After laughing, he solemnly instructed again: "Zewu must have a reason for stopping you from coming. Leave him to me. Try to stay near Ayao."
Having said that, he raised his gun and met Zewu, who was chasing after him.
Song Tingwan didn't even have time to say "be careful" before she could watch him stop Ze Wu for her.
Upon noticing his master approaching, Baili Xijiang cautiously dodged his way in, saying, "Master, please be careful. Fighting during the Tribulation Transcending stage is indeed terrifying. I didn't even have time to spread my Dan Mist."
Qin Xi also took the opportunity to squeeze over, using the pseudo-divine artifact to block the attacks from Venerable Chunwu who was chasing after them.
"Wan'er, I will protect you."
As soon as she finished speaking, Song Tingwan used her purple umbrella to shield herself from the pursuing ghostly energy.
"I wonder who's protecting whom," Baili Xijiang joked from the side, while still applying healing pills to his sister and Aji.
"Shut up." Qin Xi glared at him for a moment, thinking how annoying he always was.
Song Tingwan chuckled softly as the crimson mist descended upon the three of them.
I felt a sense of lightness throughout my body.
Qin Xi breathed a sigh of relief and continued to use the trump card artifacts given to him by his parents to help attack Venerable Chunwu.
"What should we do? Venerable Chunwu can withstand our attacks all by himself, seemingly without any effort, and there is also the omnipresent ghostly aura."
"Luckily, they don't intend to kill us right now, otherwise we'd all be dead here..."
That's a Yin ghost in the Ascension stage!
Even though he was mentally impaired and only obeyed Venerable Chunwu's orders, his strength was undeniable.
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