The small boat was nestled in the shadow of the big ship. The man sat cross-legged and looked up at the big ship. "Eh, why did I come here?" he mumbled.
He leaned against the side of the ship and looked at the sea, carefully observing his own face.
His face was like a crown of jade, and his appearance was tall and majestic. He wore a green robe with white ribbons, and his eyes were wild and unruly. Yet, there was a hint of evil charm in them, like a piece of ancient jade with a hint of green in it, glowing faintly under the moonlight.
The Witch God.
The supreme Great Witch God of the Fufeng Clan, the one and only Fei Yan had exhausted all her efforts to revive her grandfather.
Fuyao, who was in a hurry to leave Fufeng, did not expect that Jingang had already awakened half of it. It was only the last step of soul fusion. After she left, the Witch God opened his eyes. His body, which had been asleep for decades, was still a little stiff. His consciousness was still lingering on the scene after the war. When he saw the fire in Tiancheng Palace, he instinctively thought that it was the King of Da Fu who was burning the palace, so he quietly avoided it.
After that, he wandered around Fufeng, slowly recovering his power. After many years, the current Fufeng was naturally not the scene in his memory. He had never thought of returning to his clan, the Bu Bu clan — this person had always been a wanderer, and had no concept of home. Back then, when Turtle Breath released a strand of consciousness to seek help, it was originally just to wander around the vast Vast Thousand Domains and try his luck. He did not know that he had a granddaughter, Fei Yan, and was unlucky enough to hear that call. He did not expect that Fei Yan would pay the price of her youthful voice, or even more, for this call.
Even if he had known, he would not have cared. Who told you to hear it? You deserved it.
Although his consciousness could not keep up with the times, he knew that he had lost a part of his soul. Naturally, he chased after it. Wherever Jingang was, the Witch God would follow.
Thus, in a state of complete ignorance, Meng Fuyao had brought along a God …
The Witch God looked at himself in the sea. The water reflected the charming face of a man in his thirties. He thought discontentedly and melancholically, 'Sigh, I'm getting old. How did I age 20 years in just one sleep?' Along the way, he had slept with ten women and only managed to pull back ten years of time. Hmm … there were still ten years left.
It was all because those women were not beautiful enough that he could not find them. Sigh …
The Witch God looked up at the moon with resentment and sighed.
Ah … I need beauties!
Beauty Complex Sorcerer God was done complaining. He slowly stood up and stepped onto the hull of the ship.
Neither flying nor jumping would be too ungraceful, too damaging to his temperament, and too incongruous with his mood at the moment. When the Sorcerer God was in a melancholy mood, he had to be slow and graceful. No matter when or where, he had to maintain a unique melancholy demeanor.
Poise! Poise! I'd rather die than be graceless!
The Sorcerer God stepped onto the ship gracefully. The moment he stepped onto the side of the ship, he waved his sleeves.
The boat he rode on suddenly shrunk, softened, and emitted a thin white light. Then, it softened into the sea without a sound, like a paper boat sinking in the sea.
It was made of paper after all …
He landed on the deck like a pile of dust without making a sound. Tie Cheng, who had followed Fuyao for a long time and had received numerous pointers from the world's top experts, as well as Yao Xun, who was used to hearing the slightest sound on the sea, did not notice him.
King Kong suddenly woke up.
It tilted its head. Just a moment ago, it was still drooling and eating sunflower seeds in its dream. Suddenly, it opened its eyes without warning.
Its yellowish-green eyes turned half silver-white and half blood-red in an instant, like a rainbow piercing through a river. It was a very strange sight.
Then, it saw its old master.
King Kong was excited. I'm saved!
It flapped its wings and shouted, "Old …"
"Pa …"
The Sorcerer God only moved his sleeves 30 feet away, and King Kong was sent flying. It fell on the deck and slid for 3,000 miles.
King Kong, who slid for 3,000 miles, did not complain, but quickly covered its mouth with its wings. F * ck me! How could I forget my master's biggest taboo after so many years?
I can't say he's old! I can't!
As long as I violate his taboo, not to mention poise, I'll dig out your ancestral grave and use your bones as mahjong tiles …
Tie Cheng and Yao Xun woke up immediately and rushed over. The Sorcerer God frowned. He saw a corner of his soul, but the damned parrot was too poorly preserved. It was wrapped in a pile of sunflower seeds and meat … It needs to be purified! Purified!
Purifying takes time, and it's not suitable to complete the soul fusion in front of others. It's better to wait. There's no hurry anyway.
"Who are you?" Tie Cheng shouted. His lines were always accurate!
Yao Xun immediately rushed to the side of the ship in an attempt to find the ship that the newcomer had come on. However, as far as he could see, there was no ship at all. This discovery caused his heart to explode. He was born in Fufeng, so his intuition told him that he was in big trouble.
He then saw a ball swimming across the Pacific Ocean. He recognized it as Lord Ingot and was overjoyed. 'A mouse has gone to inform Meng Fuyao. Great, the mouse is so smart!'
Yao Xun praised the mouse in his heart, but he did not know that the mouse had gone into the water first, and the Sorcerer God had boarded the ship behind. Meng Fuyao was too busy to take care of herself …
The Sorcerer God suddenly sensed his gaze and turned around. He saw Lord Ingot swimming energetically, smiled, and hooked his finger.
A line shot down from the bow of the ship and landed on Lord Ingot.
Lord Ingot did not seem to notice, he continued to swim happily, paddling and paddling.
Paddling and paddling …
Paddling and paddling …
Why is the coast still so far away?
Why did it seem like there was no progress in the distance after so long?
Why … is there something sticky on my back?
Lord Ingot slowly turned his head and saw that there seemed to be a strand of spider silk stuck to his back. A silver-white spider, not much smaller than him, was looking up and flicking the silk with its fingers under the strange azure moonlight. Its expression was bleak and elegant. Sensing his gaze, it turned its head and gave him a spider's smile that could turn all living things upside down.
When she smiled, her charming eyes curved into crescents on her human-like face, and her cherry lips split into a blood-red line.
"Squeak —"
An extremely tragic scream pierced through the sky. Lord Ingot, who had forcibly crossed Cape to save his master, suddenly summoned a divine power from somewhere, and with a swish, he jumped back to the ship from the sea, dragging a long spider thread behind him.
After landing on the deck, Lord Ingot heaved a sigh of relief. Suddenly, he felt a heavy weight on his back.
A glance back and a smile could charm a hundred people, and the Six Palace Spiders were colorless.
"Squeak —"
Lord Ingot fell to the ground, sacrificing himself heroically. His plan to save his master was foiled.
The Witch God waved his hand and recalled the Human-Faced Arachnid. He picked up a wet rat with one finger. Tie Cheng rushed forward to save him, but he was not fast enough. The Witch God flicked the rat to the Elder King Kong, who had a lecherous look in his eyes.
The Elder King Kong stepped on Lord Ingot, stretched his neck, stretched his wings, and kicked his legs to warm up.
After warming up, he took steady steps and approached with a lecherous smile …
…
That was why it was said that the wheel of fortune changed every 30 years. Either the east wind prevailed over the west wind, or the west wind prevailed over the east wind. Between the arduous task of pouncing and being pounced on, there would often be countless reincarnations …
Tie Cheng could no longer care about snatching Lord Ingot back. There seemed to be a transparent barrier in front of him that he could not pass through. Along the way, he had come into contact with top-notch experts, but he had never seen such martial arts. He immediately knew that this was a formidable opponent. Since Meng Fuyao was not around, he had to take full responsibility for the ship. He did not dare to be careless and asked again, "Who are you? Why did you break into someone else's ship in the middle of the night? "
"I am Di Feitian." The Witch God leaned against the side of the ship and gazed at the bright moon above the sea. He looked like a scholar, but his words were half refined and half insulting. "Where is your ship owner? Ask him to come out, hmph … "
He raised his finger and grabbed the King Kong. Then, he said with a ferocious smile,
"How dare you touch my bird?"
= = =
Meng Fuyao, who had touched someone else's bird, still had her hand stuck in the grave.
The only reason it was still stuck was because it was too shocking!
This, this, this, this … What is this thing under his hand?
Soft, warm, bouncy, and heartbeat …
Heartbeat …
Heartbeat …
Heartbeat!
Was there anything scarier in this world than reaching into someone's grave in the middle of the night and touching someone's chest that was still beating?
Meng Fuyao cried out and quickly pulled her hand out.
But it was too late.
A huge force surged from below and yanked the half-tilted Meng Fuyao down!
Yun Hen immediately pounced over. All of a sudden, there was a rumble in front of him, and the scenery changed. The graves on all sides rose up, and strange noises came from all directions. It sounded like a gentle tide suddenly surging, then calming down and surging again. A smiling woman who was singing a folk song suddenly cried and sang again. A quiet, low-pitched insect crawled in from every corner in a panic. All the flowers were chopped down by the sword light and strangely flew back to their branches, then chopped down and flew back again …
Endless reincarnation, repeated opposites. It was as if someone was fast-forwarding a movie. The scene was blurred, and the figures flashed back and forth. Everything was distorted because of the rapid repetition.
The mirages formed by the great supernatural powers closed in on Yun Hen.
= = =
Meng Fuyao was falling.
The force below was extremely strong, like a beast hiding in the dark with its prey in its mouth. With a violent shake of its head, the land collapsed.
The height of the fall was also very strange. It was clearly a grave, but it fell a few meters.
As soon as Meng Fuyao's body landed, she bounced up and somersaulted in mid-air.
In a big somersault, she had a clear view of her surroundings.
This was a basement. It wasn't very big, only a few dozen square meters. It was empty on all sides, and there were some candles of different colors scattered around, giving off a faint glow of red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue and purple on the greyish-yellow soil walls.
In front of her was an altar-like object, dark in color. A man in a long robe stood in front of the altar with his back facing her. The candlelight illuminated the man's long silhouette, which looked like a black python slowly slithering on the ground.
At the place where she had been dragged, there was a circle of expressionless grey-robed men sitting cross-legged. Their gazes were fixed on her. Every time she took a step, their gazes followed her.
In just a glance, Meng Fuyao had already decided where she should land.
She stepped on the soil wall in a straight line, not allowing herself to touch the ground. She raised the Heaven Piercing Sword in her hand, and with a flash of black light, she pointed it at the man in front of the altar.
The man did not turn around. He seemed to smile and said in a slightly hoarse voice, "I knew you would come down."
Meng Fuyao smiled as well. "So you're not dead."
"If a top-notch Great Wizard were to die just like that, how could he be called Shen Kong?" The man in the robe turned around. She had covered herself from head to toe, and even her face was obscured by the seven-colored light. Her voice was even more hollow, as if it came from underground.
Meng Fuyao looked at her and said, "I still admire you. The books say that only top-notch Great Wizards can create the Seven-Colored Demonic Flame. I didn't expect you to have already surpassed that level, to be able to create the Seven-Colored Flame with a dummy."
"Thank you for the compliment," Fei Yan said with a sweet smile. "To be honest, I was also surprised. Although it was just a puppet, I had infused thirty percent of my soul into it to make it look real. Yet, you guys killed it with just a wave of your hands, and I was injured as well. Ah … it's been so many years since I was injured."
She looked a little regretful for the lifelike puppet that she had cultivated with her own blood for so many years. It was already comparable to a Great Wizard's, but since it was made, she naturally had to use it.
Before the meeting with Zhan Beiye, Daya had to prepare the puppet.
And she was nearby, personally controlling her own puppet. All of the conversation, words, and actions were reflections of her own reflection. This was especially so for the seven-colored Mystical Fire. Because it had to be transmitted through space and burned in real life, this kind of top-notch technique that was above the top-notch technique had really consumed too much of her energy. As a result, she was unable to counterattack when the puppet was struck by that thunderous blow. She had to be injured and flee.
Those who could ignite the Seven-Colored Flame were as rare as phoenix feathers and qilin horns. To be able to transmit the Seven-Colored Flame through the air and burn it in the hands of a different body was not even recorded in the most secretive of witchcraft. It was a miracle that no one had ever achieved, and she believed that she was the only one in the world who could do it.
Shen Kong, Shen Kong, Shen Kong, Telekinesis, Telekinesis.
It didn't matter if she suffered some setbacks, as long as she won in the end. Fei Yan looked at Meng Fuyao calmly. Very good, the enemy must be strong.
"I'm the opposite of you," Meng Fuyao laughed coldly. "I'm often injured, but I've heard that those who are often injured won't die, while those who are infrequent will die."
"Do you really think that you can hurt me?" Fei Yan smiled. "Meng Fuyao, I've been watching you for a long time. From the moment you entered the Great Han, all your actions, possible reactions to your enemies, the people around you, your personality, your subordinates, and so on … they're all in my sight. Do you really think that you can win against an opponent who knows you so well and possesses such great strength?"
"Is this your base camp?" Meng Fuyao did not answer his question. Instead, she turned her head and looked at the people below. "Don't tell me that these are all women who died suddenly and have been turned into monsters by you, right?"
"My witchcraft doesn't require any extra subordinates," Fei Yan replied. "What they can provide me is the special essence and blood of a mother who has just given birth, as well as the unique resentment of a mother who has died a violent death."
"Your witchcraft is really disgusting," Meng Fuyao spat.
"Are you going to Qiong Cang?" Fei Yan looked at her and smiled mockingly. "I think it's better for you to die here. Many people have died here anyway."
"You're the real gatekeeper of Qiong Cang?" Meng Fuyao suddenly understood. "Is the Sea Valley of Desolation supposed to be separate? The Sea Valley is the Sea Valley, and the Sea Valley has nothing to do with the wind and waves? "
Fei Yan smiled without saying a word. It seemed that he had tacitly agreed.
The Sea Valley of Desolation.
Everyone had always thought that it was the name of the Sea Valley between Qiong Cang and Fufeng. They thought that the so-called danger was the storm on the sea, but that was not the case at all.
The so-called "abandoned people" on the island were just a smokescreen sent by Qiong Cang. With them around, anyone who intended to go to Qiong Cang would definitely think of asking for directions and then fall into their trap.
Among them were Qiong Cang immigrants who really did not know the reason, but there were definitely Qiong Cang or Fei Yan's subordinates, such as that dark-faced old man.
Those who dared to go to Qiong Cang were all conceited people with martial arts skills. Being provoked by all sorts of questions on the island, they were bound to be curious. Those who were skilled were bold, and if they were warned that they could not go to the west of the island, they would definitely go.
In the end, they would die in the Sea Valley, not the Sea Valley. But who would know?
These thoughts flashed through Meng Fuyao's mind, and she became even more vigilant towards the country she was going to.
Qiong Cang, which claimed to not care about borders and had nothing to do with other countries, had always been transcendent. Deep down, it had been a mysterious Sea Valley for many years, forcibly blocking the footsteps of all foreign visitors.
The world did not understand why an ordinary Sea Valley was so difficult to cross, nor did they understand why no one could enter a country without borders. After repeated failures, they began to revere and respect the mysteriousness and power of this country.
When it came to the unknown and things that could not be explained with common sense, people would naturally use divine power to explain. Thus, Qiong Cang became more and more hidden behind the clouds and the waves of the sea, high above the clouds.
She was ruthless without batting an eyelid. Beneath her transcendent appearance was sinister, and she was constantly playing tricks. She was a standard top-notch fraud.
"I've been the owner of this place for the past ten years." Fei Yan smiled. "I'm very satisfied with this powerful soul that I'm about to receive. It's the highest salary I've ever received."
Then, she flicked her sleeves.
A flash of smoke.
The corpses sitting cross-legged turned in unison, facing Fei Yan from all four directions. They opened their mouths and either breathed out cold fog, Föhn wind, or shrieked, or leaped into Yin flames.
The seven-colored light that filled the wall suddenly exploded. With the help of the strange candles and the Yin Qi of the corpses, the demonic fire produced was countless times stronger than the one she had pinched in her hand. Almost immediately, Meng Fuyao felt as if she had fallen into the Sea Valley!
The Sea of Fire, the Icy Valley of Hell!
It was as if she was burning with raging flames, traversing through the glaciers of the polar region. As long as the flames were not extinguished, the glaciers would not melt.
Extreme heat spread with extreme coldness, a clear distinction yet strange fusion.
Sweat beaded on Meng Fuyao's forehead, and she shuddered.
Part of her heart was burning hot, but the other part was cold and gloomy.
"Meng Fuyao, I know that you've learned a lot of martial arts. Other than your own original martial arts, you also have the True Force or Qi Cultivation techniques of Tempest, Thunderclap, Moon, and Alioth. You also have more than one type of hidden poison in your body. These things work together to make you who you are, but if used in the right way, they can also destroy you." Fei Yan, who was standing in front of the altar, said coldly, "Fuyao, I know that you've learned a lot of martial arts.
She stood in front of the altar and waved her sleeves. Suddenly, a two-sided mirror appeared in front of her. With a light tap of her finger, the seven-colored light converged into a huge ball and reflected on the mirror. Then, like silk, she pulled out seven-colored lines that flew out. In an instant, the dim underground chamber was filled with the crisscrossing seven-colored light that flowed like a net.
"Meng Fuyao." She slowly sat down behind the mirror and knitted the net in her hands as if she was knitting a sweater. "Don't come down if you have the ability. If you want to come down and kill me, you'll have to pass through this Yin Bone Light Net. These seven colors refer to the Seven Paths of Reincarnation. Pass one, and your whole life will be destroyed. How many can you pass? Don't even think about using your martial arts to force your way through. For someone like you who has mixed True Qi, it will cause the True Qi in your body to clash … This array has been waiting for you for a long time. "
Meng Fuyao only laughed coldly.
She did not need to come down to know that Fei Yan was not lying. The first time she saw the seven-colored light, she had been annoyed and the True Qi in her body had become restless. Her success depended on the contributions of the top experts from the various clans, and not on her own. This was indeed her biggest flaw. She had to admit that this woman understood her very well.
She laughed coldly.
Then, she suddenly slashed upwards!
"Crack!"
The saber light was as sharp as a blade. In an instant, it pierced through the fake grave and cut the bun in half!
With a rumble, a large amount of soil was sent flying by Meng Fuyao's blade and fell far away, forming a rain of soil.
The grave broke open, revealing the sky. A large patch of silver-white moonlight poured down and illuminated the room.
The seven-colored light shook and dimmed a little in an instant.
Since she could only use this technique by hiding underground, she must be afraid of the sky!
That was Meng Fuyao's guess, and it was not wrong.
The blade broke the grave, and Yun Hen's shout could be heard from above, "Fuyao …"
"It's fine!" Meng Fuyao had already become one with the blade. Her joints cracked, and she shrunk into a slender black flagpole. Then, she pierced forward like a bolt of lightning!
Slender, narrow, swift, and sharp!
Like a whistling wind and lightning needle, she shot down from the Nine Heavens and rushed towards hell. The red and filthy obstructions in front of her were nothing more than killing gods and devils!
She pierced through!
In mid-air, she pointed with the black blade. With a 'swoosh', a ray of light struck like lightning. The corpse sitting cross-legged in the east swayed soundlessly and fell to the ground!
Without stopping, she twisted her body in mid-air and passed a ray of colorful light. The black ray pierced through her ribs and shot towards the south. The corpse in the south trembled and turned into ashes.
With a somersault, she dodged another ray of colorful light. The black ray shot out from the top of the colorful light. "Chi!"
The corpse in the west fell!
The black ray of light and shadow remained in everyone's eyes, and a new ray of black light shot out from behind Meng Fuyao's shoulder at a strange angle. "Crack!"
The corpse in the north was cut in half!
In mid-air, she used four consecutive slashes to destroy the corpses. In the blink of an eye, she twisted her body, tossed her shoulder, and passed through the interweaving colorful light. Her body's flexibility and agility had reached an astonishing peak.
Then, she bounced in mid-air and shot forward like a spring. In an instant, she was about ten feet away from Fei Yan.
Fei Yan's fingers shook, and the net of light tightened and wrapped around Meng Fuyao.
The seven-colored demonic light represented the Seven Paths of Reincarnation, and contained wind, cloud, thunder, lightning, rain, and mist. It was like a divine zither that played on the hearts of all living beings. Every flick of the strings provoked the various types of True Force in the depths of her dantian, causing people to dance wildly and fall into a dark abyss.
Meng Fuyao's heart skipped a beat.
Suddenly, thunder boomed from the depths of her dantian, each louder than the one before. It was as if someone was hiding there, working hard to beat a huge leather drum.
The Thunder Movement martial art she had learned was the first to be triggered because it was the shortest time and the most shallow foundation.
The thunder that could destroy one's heart and liver caused her to tremble from her heart to her soul to her consciousness to her True Power.
She slowed down a little.
Suddenly, a green robe flashed above her head.
She raised her head and gestured.
"Looking for help?" Fei Yan sneered. "It's just one more death!"
Meng Fuyao laughed. Suddenly, she waved her arm, and all the corpses in the room flew up and crashed into the mirror. Her black robe flashed, and she pounced on Fei Yan behind the broken corpses!
Even with the pile of things blocking her view, her vision was still filled with dazzling smoke. The invisible, cold, and scorching lights hit her body at high speed. At a distance, they were just lights, but when they hit her body, they turned into poisonous water or demonic fire. The pile of things in front of her rapidly dissipated under the continuous poisonous water and demonic fire. Every time they dissipated, more wounds appeared on her body, some of them green, some red.
The wounds were not big, but blood splattered everywhere, and the excruciating pain penetrated deep into her bones. It did not seem like a small wound could cause such pain, but more like being dismembered by a thousand cuts. This was probably another of Fei Yan's spiritual attacks to destroy the enemy's willpower.
Fuyao's willpower had never been easily destroyed. She did not stop or slow down at all. She threw a punch from a few feet away!
She punched directly in Fei Yan's direction. He snorted coldly and dodged, sitting still.
In the blink of an eye, another hole appeared above his head!
A ray of green light, faster and brighter than the moonlight, poured down from the hole and headed straight for Fei Yan's head!
Cloud Scar!
Her gesture was aimed at Fei Yan's position underground. Then, she would attack from the front to attract his attention. Cloud Scar would break through the ground and pierce through Fei Yan's head.
Fei Yan laughed coldly.
Her laughter was like smoke, lingering in the underground room. Suddenly, she disappeared.
Then, Meng Fuyao felt a chill behind her. Before she could turn around, an ice-cold bony claw suddenly grabbed her back!
She leaped up and flipped violently. "Crack!"
A piece of black cloth, along with a piece of flesh, fell from behind her and fell into the colorful net, burning into ashes.
The meteor-like bony claw disappeared in a flash and landed in Fei Yan's hand. She had already changed her position, moving from facing Meng Fuyao to behind her.
Cloud Scar's sword missed, but he reacted quickly. Following the sword's momentum, his sword light swayed and whistled straight for the mirror floating in mid-air.
Suddenly, Fei Yan appeared in front of the mirror. With a flick of his sleeve, the mirror rippled like water and slid past Cloud Scar's sword light. When the sharp sword Qi passed, the mirror closed up again without a gap.
When the sword tried to pierce the colorful net, it stuck, stagnated, and bounced off. A bright light shot out, and with a loud crack, the sword was sent flying, causing Cloud Scar to stagger.
Fei Yan stood there and laughed.
One mirror, two Fei Yan.
She knew that one of them was fake, and the key was the mirror. However, the mirror was formed from condensed qi and was not a physical entity. Even if she wanted to break it, there was no way she could do so.
As for herself, the longer she stayed in the seven-colored light, the more the genuine Qi in her body would fluctuate. Just like the light net, the genuine Qi in her Dantian would also faintly twist together, surging and attacking, making her breath unstable.
She tried to rush up and escape from the net of light. However, the net of light was like silk that bound her tightly. The light became thinner and tighter, heavier and heavier, pressing on her back. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't escape from the net of light no matter how hard she tried. As the seven-colored light moved closer, she could vaguely hear the sorrowful cries of the woman's soul.
She held her saber across her back, the blade upright, desperately resisting the thing's approach. However, her body was gradually being pressed down, and all her wounds were gushing blood. She refused to bend, but her legs began to tremble.
This was not a power from the human world, but the Yin Qi of the netherworld. It was not something a human could resist.
Meng Fuyao resisted.
"Bang!"
One of her knees was bent, and she landed heavily on the ground. In an instant, a deep pit was formed, and soil flew in all directions.
Fei Yan stood in front of her with a smile. His robe fluttered slightly, and his chin was raised, as if he was enjoying the moment.
Meng Fuyao gritted her teeth. She did not waste her energy to stand up again. Instead, all she could think of now was how to break this damned technique. She had to end this battle with Fei Yan as soon as possible. Otherwise, the more she used up her energy, the more she would lose her life.
Fei Yan's Necromancy Technique must have been cultivated here, and this was the place where she could unleash her full potential. If she could not get through this, the Absolute Domain would become her Absolute Domain!
Fortunately, Meng Fuyao was born with a strong resistance to pressure. The worse the situation, the calmer she became. She began to recall the witchcraft books she had read on the sea, focusing on the top-notch light net that no one was proficient in. The light before her seemed to be the legendary Seven Souls Net.
Seven souls, seven female souls, and they had to be women who had died from bleeding. After death, they would be immersed in wind, rain, fog, thunder, and lightning, absorbing natural essence, and complementing it with witchcraft.
This kind of light net was more harmful to women than men. The book vaguely mentioned that it was tied to one's wish.
Wish … Whose wish was it?
Meng Fuyao's heart skipped a beat.
Women who had died from dystocia …
Old Ah Shi's words drifted into her ears.
"Many women on the island bled to death during childbirth … Ah Yu's mother was one of them."
'Ah Yu's mother is one of the seven souls, right?'
Her eyes flashed.
Yun Hen suddenly looked over. She raised her eyes and met his gaze.
This was not the first time they had fought together, so they had developed a tacit understanding. In an instant, the two of them understood each other's intentions.
"This light net is more harmful to you than to me. Get out first!"
"No!"
"I know you've thought of a way! Kill her! Or there will be endless trouble! "
"Get out!"
Meng Fuyao opened her mouth and mouthed, "Ah Yu."
Yun Hen understood her in an instant, but he did not try to retreat to find the child. Instead, he slid his sword and rushed over.
He rushed straight for the Fei Yan in front of the mirror. That one was indeed fake. He dispersed the smoke and entered the light formation, pushing Meng Fuyao aside and pounced on Fei Yan.
His posture was wide open, leaving his vitals open to the enemy. Fei Yan raised her head and snorted. Just as she was about to raise her finger, Yun Hen suddenly threw the sword in his hand far away.
A ray of green light flew across the dark room, forming a bright arc as it was thrown to the other side of the room.
Fei Yan did not expect anyone to abandon their only weapon in the face of an enemy. Her suspicious and cautious nature made her subconsciously chase after the sword, and the light net in her hand fell in that direction.
Yun Hen took advantage of that moment to pounce on her body.
He pounced over, pouncing on the woman's body, pressing his chest directly against her hand and the net of light in her hand.
In an instant, the room was filled with a wild roar from the netherworld. The strange smell of flesh being eroded and skin being scorched by poisonous fire could be vaguely felt.
It came from Yun Hen, who was pressed against the light net.
Yun Hen did not make a sound. He only pursed his lips with a pale face and reached out to hug Fei Yan tightly.
The woman had been a virgin all her life and had never been approached by a man, let alone embraced with their bodies intertwined and chests touching. Her heart thumped violently, her body went limp, and her grip loosened.
Yun Hen immediately turned and shook his head at Meng Fuyao.
"Go!"
All of this happened in a flash. In the blink of an eye, Yun Hen pounced on Fei Yan, throwing away his sword and pressing down on her with his body. Suddenly, Meng Fuyao's body loosened and the net of light retracted. Yun Hen's bloodshot eyes suddenly shot out, forcing her to leave!
Go!
Go!
The whole room was filled with the smell of scorched flesh by poisonous fire and rotten water. Fei Yan, who was pressed down by Yun Hen, would only tremble for a moment. If she hesitated for a moment, the net of light would pass through Yun Hen's body and approach her again!
Pass through Yun Hen's body …
Fuyao shivered.
She knew the consequences.
Death!
No!
Yun Hen was pressed down on the light net, and in an instant, he was already seriously injured. If she did not leave and delay the opportunity to break the formation, the consequences would be the same!
They would die together!
The pain of that moment surpassed everything else in her life!
The light net flickered.
Fei Yan inhaled.
Seeing that she was not moving, Yun Hen turned and stared at her with his bloodshot eyes. A small knife had appeared in his fingers, and it was pointed at his own throat!
Go!
Or I'll die first!
Fei Yan was moving.
The light net flickered.
Meng Fuyao suddenly turned her head.
Go!
She could not sacrifice herself for nothing!
She flew up and kicked the wall of the cave. Her body flashed like a sparrow hawk, and she was already out of the underground chamber!
In the darkness, a black figure flew like lightning, and in an instant, she was already ten feet away!
Ten feet away, she looked back in midair and saw that in the sunken hole, the rainbow light that had been suppressed suddenly brightened!
The rainbow demonic light that passed through his body …
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