The black mist spreading from the cracks in the ground surged rapidly, yet it all lingered at the village entrance.
It's as if it can't move forward, yet it's also as if it's deliberately staying in the same place.
This makes the area inside and outside the village clearly distinct.
The protective shield erected by the two was now covered by layers of black mist.
Under the repeated pressure of the black mist, Kong Shun's protective shield trembled as if it could not withstand the weight.
Upon seeing this, Wei Qinghe immediately threw a talisman at Kong Shun's protective shield.
The talisman flashed with a faint light as it was placed on the protective shield, and the blood-red runes were reflected on the shield, causing the previously raging black energy to retreat instantly.
"This black aura is afraid of spirit talismans."
Wei Qinghe originally only wanted to help Kong Shun keep the protective shield up, but she didn't expect that the black energy would be afraid of the talisman.
"That's true," Kong Shun said with delight, but his expression quickly turned dejected. "But where do we get so many spirit talismans to squander?"
Indeed, we don't yet know the situation of Daoist Fuyue and the other cultivators. Right now, we're already consuming a lot of spirit talismans just to deal with this unknown black energy.
Wei Qinghe was naturally not worried about the talismans, and she instantly pinched a handful of talismans in each hand.
The sudden appearance of bright yellow almost made Kong Shun's jaw drop.
Even as a direct disciple of the Nine Heavens Sword Sect, he had never seen so many spirit talismans in his entire life.
As expected of the junior sister of the number one immortal sect, Lingzong, she is truly generous.
Wei Qinghe ignored Kong Shun's envious, excited, reluctant, and heart-wrenching gaze, and immediately sent out a number of talismans.
The talisman flew through the void, its runes flashing incessantly in the darkness. As the talisman erupted, its immense power dispersed the surrounding black mist.
However, as the black mist dissipated, the ground collapsed instantly, and the immense gravitational force forcibly pulled the two of them down.
"Junior Sister Wei!"
Kong Shun hurriedly shouted, trying to pull Wei Qinghe closer to him, but he had no idea where Wei Qinghe was.
All I could feel was the continuous descent, and then, bang! The protective shield finally broke under the strain.
The wind howled in my ears, so strong it felt like it was going to tear my skin apart. It was pitch black, and I had no idea what was going on around me.
"Sword control!"
Wei Qinghe's voice came from above, and it seemed that only at this moment did Kong Shun remember that he was a sword cultivator.
A soft light shone from above, and he saw Wei Qinghe approaching him on her sword.
"Junior Sister Wei, are you alright?"
The light from the luminous pearl in Wei Qinghe's hand grew brighter and brighter, while the black energy beneath them surged wildly, as if some ferocious beast might struggle out of it at any moment.
Wei Qinghe and Kong Shun stood side by side, both looking down at the churning black mist below.
"Brother Kong, why don't you go back to the village first and see if everyone has returned?"
“Junior Sister Wei, I find this black aura quite strange. Why don’t we go find Daoist Fuyue?” Kong Shun didn’t want to leave Wei Qinghe alone to face this ferocious black aura.
Wei Qinghe stroked the communication horn in his hand, "I will contact him myself. You go back and check if everyone has returned, and... beware of Lan Cao."
I wonder how Daoist Fuyue is doing now.
When Kong Shun saw the sound transmission horn, he found it even more unbelievable, because he had seen something similar on Daoist Fuyue before.
Although the sound transmission horn is not common in the immortal sects, it is extremely precious.
He doesn't think he's ever seen anything like this before.
"I'll go right away."
Wei Qinghe quickly channeled her spiritual power into the communication horn, "Daoist Fuyue, where are you now?"
If it were in the past, when she used the telepathic horn to contact Daoist Fuyue, even if he didn't respond immediately, he would reply quickly.
But this time, it was like a stone sinking into the sea.
Wei Qinghe was even more worried when, at that moment, the billowing black mist suddenly began to fluctuate strangely.
Strands of silver light weaved through the black mist.
It's sword energy.
The power of ice element flows around it.
Venerable Master Fuyue!
Wei Qinghe's heart, which had been pounding with anxiety, slowly calmed down. She didn't even realize that she had involuntarily smiled in this situation.
The jade-like longsword beneath his feet emitted a faint silver light, and he already held a whip imbued with the power of multiple elements in his hand.
Several streams of spiritual power were infused into the whip.
With a loud bang, the earth shook again.
Before Wei Qinghe could enter the black mist, a scantily clad beauty flew out from it.
The beauty was extremely alluring and exuded a bewitching aura. The little bit of fabric on her body was barely enough to cover her vital parts; it was just a thin veil, so it was as if it didn't cover anything at all.
The woman was beautiful, but extremely ruthless.
"No wonder Master said there was a delicious dish. It turns out to be a pretty little beauty. She can be offered to Master as a cooking pot."
Wei Qinghe felt a jolt to her eyes, just like in the Mirror Flower Secret Realm. Are all the races this open now?
His ears were also stimulated, and he asked her to be the furnace cauldron.
Although she was still inexperienced, she was not completely ignorant.
The sword energy of ice elemental power below was still weaving through the black mist, so Daoist Fuyue should be fine.
Seeing that Wei Qinghe still had the mind to worry about the battle below, the beauty smiled and asked, "Little beauty, are you going to come over obediently by yourself, or should your sister come and catch you?"
Before Wei Qinghe could respond, the beauty began to sway her hips, and a strange singing voice rang out at that moment.
At the same time, a group of cultivators appeared above Wei Qinghe, seemingly having just arrived.
"This is Junior Sister Wei from the Spirit Sect. We are disciples of the Joyful Union Sect. Senior Brother Kong from the Nine Heavens Sword Sect sent us to help you."
Without a second thought, Wei Qinghe lashed the beauty with his whip and shouted to the Hehuan Sect disciples above, "You must leave now! You cannot listen to this song!"
Although the beauty appeared delicate and pretty, she was agile and dodged the whip in a flash, then instantly struck Wei Qinghe with a palm.
Wei Qinghe casually lashed out with her whip, striking the incoming palm wind, which then scattered in all directions!
A faint floral fragrance wafted towards her, and Wei Qinghe was about to hold her breath when her body felt hot and weak.
not good!
"Little beauty, don't you dare touch it. This is a mimosa flower from our demon race." After saying that, she deliberately stroked her own breasts, her face turning red first.
The disciples of the Hehuan Sect had already descended on their swords and surrounded Wei Qinghe and the demon beauty.
The smile on the demon beauty's face deepened, and the song began again.
What are you doing down here?
Wei Qinghe had already sensed something was wrong. She had shattered the palm wind just now, and the palm wind contained the mimosa flower.
The disciples of the Hehuan Sect found it hard to bear. They were already cultivating using the dual cultivation method, and now they were caught in the hehuan flower and that strange singing.
They all had flushed faces and were breathing rapidly, looking at Wei Qinghe and the demon beauty as if they were looking at delicious food.
The two female cultivators from the Hehuan Sect even lunged at their male fellow disciples.
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