Big Sister Xiang, help me just one more time!
Chi!
Gu Li's eyes blazed with purple flames. His pierced chest stopped bleeding.
Unbearably nauseating purple mist seeped out of his chest and into the outside world. Before long, the mist completely enveloped the Nine-tailed Fox Clan's rear mountain.
The mist continued to spread. The Nine-tailed Fox clansmen were either cleaning up the battlefield or surrounding other zombies.
After inhaling the mist, their pupils turned pitch-black. Long black lines crawled over their eye sockets. Blood spurted out, and they clutched their chests as if they were suffocating, then collapsed to the ground in agony.
"Ugh … …"
Su Yan and Su Zhu were currently tending to Fatty Yin, as well as the heavily injured and unconscious Yuan Hong, after inhaling the mist, their faces contorted in pain. Their bodies writhed in agony. Their situation was far from good.
"This isn't ordinary demonic energy."
Lady Nuwa waved her hand, creating a vacuum. At the same time, she transmitted to the others.
"Everyone, come in."
The Su sisters hurriedly carried the injured over. Lady Nuwa took out two pills and stuffed them into Yuan Hong's and Fatty Yin's mouths.
"Lady Nuwa, this mist ….."
As soon as Su Liu 'er opened her mouth, Lady Nuwa cut her off, then handed her, Su Yan, and Su Zhu each a pill.
"Don't talk. Eat this."
The women nodded and popped the pills into their mouths. Then Su Liu 'er glanced at Lady Nuwa.
"This mist should be the Demon Realm's unique demonic energy. Actually, demonic energy isn't particularly harmful to cultivators. At most, they'll feel a sense of resistance. However, this youth's demonic energy is poisonous. "
"Poisonous?"
Su Liu 'er's expression froze, then she tried to run outside.
"What are you doing?" shouted Nuwa, grabbing Su Liu 'er by the arm. "This is the safest place."
"My clansmen, my clansmen ….."
Su Liu 'er was extremely agitated. The demonic energy had already spread to the outside world, so her clansmen must have inhaled it as well.
"So what?" Lady Nuwa's tone was very resolute as she said, "Just now, you already breathed in the Nether Demonic Qi. The only reason you're able to stand here safely is because of that pill. Now, stay here and focus on expelling the poison from your body. As for your clansmen … they can only pray for themselves. "
Goddess Nüwa's expression darkened as she spoke. It would have been better if the Nine-tailed Fox clansmen had sensed the toxicity of the demonic aura in advance and held their breaths.
If not, then it could only be said that this was their fate.
"It is I, the clan leader, who did not protect them well."
Su Liu'er gritted her teeth and sat on the ground. Su Zhu hugged her shoulders and comforted her.
After relying on each other for so long, the two sisters should be the most familiar with each other. As the head of the clan, Su Liu'er had always put on a tough front, but in her heart, she had always been a tough person.
Sometimes, he was more fragile than anyone else.
She had always placed the Nine-tailed Fox Clan in the most important position, and everything she did was for the sake of her clan.
But now …
"Lady Nuwa." At that moment, Su Yan walked over and looked worriedly at Ye Zichen, who stood in the middle of the mist. "That Zichen, he …. he …."
Lady Nuwa glanced at Ye Zichen and sighed softly.
"He …. Even if he sensed it, it's already too late. All we can do now is trust in him. He has a way to deal with this. "
"I never would have guessed that in just a few months, your cultivation would reach such a level."
Gu Li gripped the Xuan-Yuan Sword and rose to his feet. Purple flames blazed in his eyes, and black lines crawled over his eye sockets.
His skin had darkened, and the hole in his chest had already healed.
He now looked just like an abyssal, but unlike an abyssal, he could control his own consciousness.
Buzz …..
The Xuan-Yuan Sword trembled violently as it tried to break free. Gu Li glanced coolly at the blade in his hand.
"What a loyal blade. If only the Chiyou Sword had even the slightest bit of your loyalty."
He smiled calmly and let go. The instant he did, the Xuan-Yuan Sword transformed into a beam of light and returned to Ye Zichen.
The blade circled around him, swinging back and forth as if asking him how he was doing.
"Hmph."
Ye Zichen let out a muffled grunt, then blood dripped from his nostrils to the ground.
Thud.
Thud.
Cough.
Ye Zichen hurriedly covered his mouth. When he opened his hands, he saw faint golden blood in his palms.
"Kid, are you alright?"
Xuan-Yuan Xiang called out anxiously. After a full fifteen minutes, Ye Zichen stabilized his condition, reached out, grabbed the hilt of the Xuan-Yuan Sword, and propped himself up.
Cough.
This time, he coughed up a mouthful of golden blood without any attempt to hide it. Ye Zichen's eyes reddened, and his body swayed.
Even so, he tossed the Xuan-Yuan Sword high into the air and began forming hand seals.
"Kid, you've gone mad!"
The Xuan-Yuan Sword roared angrily. Even in this situation, he was still forming hand seals.
The hand seals of the Xuan-Yuan Dragon Slaying Art.
"You really don't know when to give up. Don't you know that if I wanted to take your life, all I had to do was move a finger? Besides, in your current state, what else do you think you can do? "
Rumble.
As he formed hand seals, Ye Zichen's aura surged, and his swaying body straightened.
A wisp of golden light ignited between his eyebrows. When he saw this …..
"Ye Zichen, stop."
At practically the same time, two transmissions rang out in his mind.
One came from Xuan-Yuan Xiang, while the other came from Lady Nuwa, who'd been paying close attention to the situation.
Why did he, who should've been a candle in the wind, suddenly recover like the final radiance of a setting sun? How did that ball of flame appear between his eyebrows?
He …..
He was burning his natal true flame.
"Kid, you can't do this. I've waited ten thousand years. Do you want me to lose my master again? Do you want me to wait ten thousand more years for you? Don't you know that a woman's youth is priceless? Hurry up and stop! "
Xuan-Yuan Xiang shouted in his mind. However, Ye Zichen pursed his lips and smiled.
"Big Sister Xiang, help me one more time."
"....."
Xuan-Yuan Xiang, who'd been trembling and shouting, suddenly stopped. She stared blankly at Ye Zichen's pleading gaze.
Back then, it was just like this.
"You're the master, so what you say goes. In any case, I've already waited half a year. I'm already a faded flower. If worst comes to worst, I'll just wait another ten thousand years. "
"Hah ….."
The golden fire between his eyebrows suddenly spread throughout Ye Zichen's entire body. The golden flames were dazzling.
The surrounding purple mist was swallowed up by the golden flames, and the illusory image of an azure dragon burrowed into the Xuan-Yuan Sword.
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