They all looked at Daoist Fuyue with apprehension, the scene of Daoist Fuyue breaking the restriction just now still vivid in their minds.
If the other party were to harm Qi Lan, Qi Lan would have absolutely no chance to fight back.
The cultivator who had spoken to Qi Lan earlier stepped forward and blocked Qi Lan's path.
"Fellow Daoist Qi, I'll go with you."
“Zhong Shuo, you…” Qi Lan was deeply moved.
Because she didn't dare to fully trust the other person, and leaving with him would mean an uncertain future, with her life hanging in the balance.
Jong-seok, however, was willing to go with her and even protected her.
Zhong Shuo smiled, his face resolute, "Fellow Daoist Qi, you don't need to say anything. It's all because of us that you were captured, so naturally we should all go out together."
Daoist Fuyue frowned slightly. Although he knew the other party was trying to protect Qi Lan, he still felt uncomfortable being misunderstood.
"You all step aside."
They were already planning to investigate the Zhu family's secrets with Wei Qinghe, and now that they'd found this place, they certainly weren't going to leave.
Zhong Shuo seemed to realize the force Fu Yue Dao Zun was using, and he pulled Qi Lan aside.
The group saw Daoist Fuyue teleport forward, the Frozen Sword in hand.
A powerful burst of ice elemental energy erupted.
"Such powerful ice elemental energy, could he be Daoist Fuyue?!"
"Daoist Master Fuyue!"
The people behind Zhong Shuo also trembled, their eyes filled with shock.
The previous resistance and defensiveness subsided considerably in an instant.
Upon hearing the words "Daoist Fuyue," the Zhu family members who had been thrown to the ground earlier were even more terrified and scrambled to escape.
How could Daoist Fuyue give him that chance? He unleashed a sword aura, which was powerful and flashed with light around the man, instantly dislocating his hands and feet.
The Zhu family members fell to the ground, blood spurting from the incision.
Deep within the dungeon, something seemed to be lured by the blood.
The ghostly and yin energy that had originally covered a large area of the dungeon suddenly surged into the depths.
It's not so much that it surged away, but rather that it was being pulled away by something.
...
Wei Qinghe gripped the long spear formed from the Purple Lightning Cloud Brush, while the Zhu family patriarch raised his hand like a claw, sharp and carrying a ghostly aura.
He struggled to break the formation, intending to take Wei Qinghe's life once he passed through it.
However, the formation set up by Wei Qinghe was not only powerful, but also aided by runes.
Sure enough, after such a long time, the formation has not been affected in the slightest.
Not even a single rune was worn away.
"Who exactly are you? Why do you insist on being an enemy of the Zhu family? Do you even know who the Zhu family is backed by?"
The Zhu family patriarch looked exhausted, his sinister eyes fixed on Wei Qinghe.
It was as if he wanted to see right through Wei Qinghe, or even kill her with his eyes.
"Oh, I'm getting curious. Who exactly is behind your Zhu family?"
Wei Qinghe's spear slashed through the air, leaving a dazzling afterimage.
She threw her spear, and her toes lightly touched the shaft of the spear as she stepped into the air.
A wisp of energy pierced the air, heading straight for the Zhu family patriarch.
When the Zhu family patriarch saw Wei Qinghe cross the formation, he showed no fear whatsoever in the face of the penetrating aura.
Instead, a sinister glint appeared in his eyes. "You wretch, prepare to die!"
Several large furnaces inside the room quickly dissipated the thick, condensed corpse and ghostly aura.
A devastating palm strike descended, covering the entire sky.
The handprint, now as large as a mountain, surged with billowing black energy and hurtled straight toward Wei Qinghe.
Wei Qinghe stretched out his hand, and the Purple Flowing Cloud Brush flew into his palm. A faint light appeared beneath his feet, and it turned out to be the Azure Frost Sword that had made up for it.
The moment the enormous palm print landed, Wei Qinghe raised the spear in his hand.
The power of lightning and the power of the five elements intertwined like a dragon, and then there was a loud boom.
The spear pierced through the palm print.
The Zhu family patriarch let out a scream, "Ah!"
His body staggered backward uncontrollably, and a gruesome blood hole appeared on his trembling right hand.
The seemingly fine purple lightning swirled around his mobile game, bringing wave after wave of stinging pain.
The stinging pain spread, quickly coursing through the body along the meridians.
Blood dripped incessantly, staining the ground beneath their feet red.
Her already tired face was now filled with terror.
Only now did he look at Wei Qinghe properly again.
The eerie aura of corpses and ghosts surged about, startling the surrounding winds.
The wind whipped the women's robes and long hair through the air, making the night in Longquan Town feel very lonely.
The moonlight was dazzling, the stars were twinkling, and the girl under the moon was as bright as a flower, her smile as radiant as the morning sun.
The spear in his hand gleamed with a hazy purple light.
You forced me to do this!
Suddenly, the previously dejected and exhausted Zhu family patriarch rose into the air, and it was seen that he was making some kind of hand seal.
The ghostly and corpse energy inside the house surged towards him again, and the ground beneath his feet cracked inch by inch.
The menacing white skeleton seemed to suddenly come alive and crawled out.
A chilling wind howled, and as countless skeletons crawled out, the yin and ghostly aura intensified.
The skeletons, like an orderly army, all headed towards Wei Qinghe.
The Zhu family patriarch absorbed these two powers like a madman.
His previously injured body healed instantly, and his physique grew stronger in an instant.
It turns out that the Zhu family mansion was actually a large burial site.
Unfortunately, these dead could not find true peace in this place, but instead became tools for the Zhu family to expand their power.
Wei Qinghe stared at the ever-growing number of white skeletons in the cave, her palms slightly warming as the Ghost King Seal pulsed within them.
The Ghost King Seal loves to gnaw on bones, so having so many bones must be a real treat for him.
And this thick ghostly energy and yin energy is exactly what the Ghost King Seal needs.
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