Thick smoke and dust drifted in the air and gradually enveloped the entire Central Academy. Everywhere it went, people were thrown off their feet.
The smoke stirred up the thick clouds and the wind suddenly changed direction. The unmelted snow of Reflection Peak flew into the sky and melted under the warm sunlight, turning into fine water vapor.
The water vapor in the air gradually became dense and wrapped around the mouths and noses of the students on the ground, creating an almost suffocating sense of oppression. The blue sky was gradually covered by dark clouds. The bright golden light on the ground silently gathered and was finally swallowed up by the clouds.
There was a faint rumble of thunder in the distance.
Under the dark clouds, the huge shadow of the Phalaenopsis Orchid flickered. A strange black and white halo appeared on the edge and expanded outwards layer by layer.
Under the cover of the black fog, "Wu Cong" had a ferocious face. Black color appeared in his eyes and gradually covered the whites of his eyes. The color was as thick as an unfathomable cold abyss.
Wu Zhengying knelt on the ground and struggled to raise his head. His teeth were almost broken and thin blood stained his gums and slowly flowed out from the corners of his mouth.
Practitioners had rich Qi in their bodies. This strength made their muscles denser, their defense and strength stronger. Their bodies were more fit and beautiful, but their bodies were lighter and more flexible.
But at this moment, everything was mercilessly taken away from them, leaving them no chance to breathe.
Just like people who carried heavy loads all year long, after getting rid of them, could instantly burst out with speed far exceeding that of ordinary people. People who had adapted to the Xuan Li suddenly lost their strength, their muscles relaxed and their blood flow slowed down. The huge gravity that they had not experienced for a long time instantly returned to their bodies, as if a heavy stone mountain was pressing down on their shoulders.
Most of the students could not bear this pain and could only press their heads tightly to the ground to relieve the pain in their bodies.
Only Wu Zhengying stubbornly raised his head. His eyes were red and looked as if they were about to crack.
The young man's ears were buzzing. He could almost hear the creaking sound of his bones and joints trembling and rubbing against each other.
However, there was an invisible, strange force supporting him, allowing him to hold onto the bricks on the ground. His fingertips dug into the crevices of the stones as he tried to drag his unconscious body toward the familiar figure in front of him inch by inch.
"Who are you?"
Every word was forced out from between his teeth, mixed with the smell of blood, like a scream.
"You're not Cong. Who are you?!"
The sky darkened at a speed visible to the naked eye. Dark clouds covered the sky as if a storm was coming. A fierce cold wind whistled past, scraping the young man's cheeks like a blade.
"Wu Cong's" eyebrows twisted for a moment.
In an instant, the black fog dispersed slightly, revealing half of the young man's distorted face. His eyes flashed with light, his tall nose was slightly red, and his thin lips that were as bright as blood were slightly opened, forming half a mouth shape.
"Go."
It could also be an "escape".
Wu Zhengying's eyes reddened.
His bright black eyes swayed and hung at the corners of his eyes. He stared straight ahead with his eyes wide open. His face was flushed red, and his expression was filled with hatred.
"Stop, you … stop!"
He stammered, and every word seemed to squeeze out the last bit of strength in his body. His fingertips were deeply inserted into the crevices of the stone, and his round fingernails were almost broken. The intense pain from his ten fingers connected to his heart turned into an invisible force, supporting the young man to climb up the stone steps bit by bit.
"Wu Cong's" expression only changed for a moment.
In the next second, his facial features were stiff again, and his smile was chilling.
"I didn't expect that someone could awaken your consciousness," the young man said to himself.
The left corner of his mouth suddenly twitched, and his eyeballs strangely turned in two different directions. Half of his face twitched as if he was having an epileptic seizure, and then suddenly returned to normal.
The young man raised his hand to cover his face and laughed in a low voice.
"I can spare his life," he murmured in a low voice. "I have students all over the world, and this little guy is also my student. I won't kill the goose that lays the golden eggs. You see, these people will continue to be my nourishment until … death. "
"It's your honor." The young man tilted his head slightly, and his black eyes swept across the dense crowd in front of him. "You're participating in the greatest miracle in history — a miracle that started in chaos and finally ended in eternity!"
His tone gradually rose as he said this with a laugh. Then, he swung his sleeves and turned around. A huge shadow flashed, and the orchid leaves rolled, rippling like the waves of the deep sea.
The young man was about to leave.
However, a thin hand slowly but firmly reached out from behind him. The fingertips were dripping with blood, and the hand tightly grasped the young man's boots.
"You can't leave," Wu Zhengying's eyes were bloodshot, and he said fiercely, "You, you give Cong back!"
The young man turned around and glanced at him contemptuously. He looked down at him with a dark expression.
He raised his leg, and the nails on the bottom of his leather boots shone with a cold light. He kicked heavily —
The back of the young man's hand was crushed.
As if a blade had slashed across, the skin and flesh on the back of Wu Zhengying's Fair Complexion's hand immediately cracked, and it was badly mangled.
Wu Zhengying clenched his teeth and swallowed the pain without making a sound. His body was so tense that it was trembling violently. Even so, he still held the young man's ankle tightly, letting the blood drip down from his fingers onto the bluestone road.
The expression in "Wu Cong's" eyes gradually changed.
"Silly child," he sighed. "You asked for it."
The shadow of the Sly Butterfly Orchid suddenly dimmed. Energy surged, and the wind whistled. The world instantly became dimmer, as if the devil had summoned the eternal night. Dark clouds covered the sun, dispersing the light, and heavy wind and rain came down heavily.
It slowly extended a long stem.
This was different from the stems and leaves that wrapped around the other students. A colorful halo enveloped the slender tip of the awl, and black and white light alternated. Not far away, the unconscious Xie Ziyou had just Awakened, and when she opened her eyes, she saw this scene —
The hazy light and shadow, confusing and dark, suddenly shot forward with the speed of lightning. The long snake stretched out its neck and bit the side of the young man's neck!
Wu Zhengying's vision instantly turned white.
The buzzing sound was ear-piercing, and in an instant, it drowned out all the noise.
He lay on the ground in a daze. He felt that something invisible and colorless, but extremely important, was being extracted from his body bit by bit. The pitter-patter of rain finally fell. At first, it was only two or three raindrops, but it quickly expanded into a downpour. The raindrops were like catapults, violently hitting the bluestone steps in front of the young man.
'So cold,' Wu Zhengying thought absentmindedly. 'So cold.'
The coldness penetrated his flesh and reached his bone marrow, but it was even deeper than that.
His soul trembled deeply. The great fear that originated from the most instinctive of life caught hold of him in an instant. It surged up like seawater and slowly spread over his head.
The light in the young man's eyes gradually faded. His five fingers released strength and gently fell.
Yingbai thin light flowed out from the side of the young man's neck, falling into the sharp awl branches and quietly flowing into the shadow behind the young man.
A step away, the hunchbacked young man smiled evilly and slowly licked his lips.
"How naive." He shook his head gently and sighed like an elder. "Since the beginning of time, the chaos has split the earth and the sky. It can even swallow the heavens and the earth. Devouring a little life and soul energy is just a normal operation. I'm only absorbing your Xuan Li cultivation. Aren't you grateful? "
There was silence.
Only the long wind was mournful and the torrential rain poured down.
Fang Cai's struggling student revealed a look of despair. He quietly lay on the ground, allowing the torrential rain to wreak havoc on his head and soak his clothes. However, he didn't dare to move at all. Fang Cai had suddenly lost his Xuan Li and couldn't move because of discomfort. Now, he was cowering in fear because he didn't dare to move.
Only a weak and weak voice full of indignation could be heard from behind him. "Bah!"
Xie Ziyou supported himself with one hand on the ground and the other hand on the stone wall outside the courtyard. He struggled to support himself.
Compared to the others, he had transmigrated from the modern world and hadn't adapted to the Xuan Li for long. Moreover, he was the first to have his cultivation sucked away. Now, his hands and feet had regained some mobility, but he was still sore and tired and couldn't move.
The sky was dark like a long night. Xie Ziyou's slightly red peach blossom eyes were overflowing with a faint light. His round eyes were slightly widened as he stared fiercely at "Wu Cong". He wished he could cultivate a death ray and shoot a hole through the person in front of him.
"You're the Dean, aren't you?"
He finally understood. In this heavily guarded academy, only the Dean could come into contact with anyone without any hindrance. No one would be wary of him.
Only the Dean, the current strongest person in the continent, a ninth-level master, could quietly approach anyone and plant a secret weapon on them.
"Wu Cong" slowly turned around.
Black smoke curled up, vaguely revealing the young man's face that was suffused with black gas. Slender black lines that were like long orchid leaves wrapped around his slender neck and spread to his forehead, blooming a horrifying black mark that looked like a butterfly with a human face.
He slightly grinned at Xie Ziyou, who was barely able to support his upper body, and revealed a loving smile. "Girl, you should call me Shizun."
Xie Ziyou angrily glared at him, thinking, "Bah!
It's an insult to the word Shizun. "
His mind was working at full speed. He urgently wanted to find a way to solve his current predicament.
It was too difficult.
Xie Ziyou had never hated his own powerlessness so much. Relying on the System Space, he had a lot of resources in his hands. He had never worried about such a problem. Moreover, the protagonist would always appear at the most critical moment. They were favored by the heavens and had great luck. Any difficulty in front of them was not difficult at all.
But now was not the time.
Guan Heng was only at the fifth-level.
Had he also fallen into the trap? Was he also collapsed in a corner, weak and helpless, battered and exhausted?
Xie Ziyou was powerless. Without the protection of the Xuan Li, her white dress was soaked through by the torrential rain and stuck tightly to her body. Her long black hair was wet from the rain and was blown by the cold wind. Her body could not help but shiver.
But the young man's peach blossom eyes were shining, faintly revealing a trace of determination and ruthlessness.
No matter what, even if he had to detonate his Xuan Dan, even if he had to give up his life, he had to get rid of the villain in front of him and protect that person …
But it was a pity. They had said twenty years, but they could not even be together for a day.
Xie Ziyou's eyes darkened slightly.
Just as he gritted his teeth and was about to rush to the young man shrouded in black smoke in front of him, a familiar voice suddenly came from the eaves behind him.
"You!"
Xie Ziyou's forward momentum suddenly stopped, and he turned around in shock.
A few meters behind him, on the black roof, Guan Heng stood under the dark sky. His breathing was tight, and pale mystical Qi lingered around his body. Although it was not conspicuous, it was the only light within a few miles, as bright as a firefly.
The wind and rain were like a curtain, but it could not hide the fire in the young man's eyes. His short hair was messy, sweeping across his chiseled facial features.
"I'm here to save you."
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