It was the first time in her adult life that a man had held her arm like this.
Tang Yi subconsciously wanted to shake him off, but this man was her man. Other men could not touch her, but it was reasonable for this man to touch her. Her heart trembled, and her arms tightened. She did not resist and explained, "I understand. The Shanghai Sect does not want to get involved with Shang Chaozong just because he has become powerful. You can choose not to get involved with him, as long as you don't give up on the Shanghai Sect. I really have no other choice now, that's why I'm begging you. The Shanghai Sect, which has been painstakingly built by generations of masters, can't fall in my hands."
Niu Youdao also realized that it was inappropriate and let go of her. "Everyone in the world knows that I am in cahoots with Shang Chaozong. If I get involved with you, what's the difference between me and Shang Chaozong? I'm not as glorious as you see. There are many things that you don't know about, and you don't know about the dangers. I can't get involved with you anymore. Don't force me to be rude to you! "
Tang Yi had no way out. After leaving the Northern State, there was no way out. No one else was willing to take in the Shanghai Sect. She could not lead a group of disciples to wander around, could she? As long as they knew that the Shanghai Sect could not get along with Niu Youdao, the disciples in the sect would immediately disperse, and the Shanghai Sect would immediately fall apart. They would have to find their own future, and they would not even be able to return to the Northern State.
Niu Youdao's attitude made Tang Yi feel helpless. Tang Yi could only bite the bullet and say, "It was Martial Uncle Zhao who asked us to come to you."
"I don't know who is looking for Martial Uncle Zhao. I'm warning you, don't bother me anymore." Niu Youdao, whose heart was thumping, pretended to be confused and turned to leave.
Tang Yi directly said, "It was Martial Uncle Zhao who asked me to come to you."
Niu Youdao immediately turned around and faced him. He said coldly, "Are you threatening me with Zhao Xiongge?"
Tang Yi said, "I'm telling the truth. It was Martial Uncle Zhao who asked me to come. I'm not trying to deceive you."
Niu Youdao was not in the mood to talk to her about this matter. He leaned forward and Tang Yi took a step back subconsciously to avoid their bodies touching each other.
Niu Youdao grabbed her arm again and whispered in her ear, "If there's anything, let's talk after we get out. Something is about to happen here, and I have something to deal with. Staying here will only cause me more trouble. Now, take your people and leave the Illusory Realm. Do you understand? "
Finally, he revealed the reason why he was in such a rush to chase them away. It was because he had been pestered to the point where he had lost his temper. He couldn't bring himself to actually harm the Shang Qing Sect.
The two of them were so close to each other that they could smell each other's breath. This was the first time Tang Yi was so close to an adult man. Her heart was beating like a deer. This was the second time she was with Niu Youdao. That year, on the night of their wedding night, she and Niu Youdao, who used to be a teenager, were so close.
Boom! The faint sound of fighting came from afar. The two turned to look in the direction of a fork in the road.
"What happened?" Tang Yi turned back and asked.
"It's none of your business. Take your people and get out of here." Niu Youdao shook off her arm and waved his hand to point in the direction they came from. Then, he called out to Yuan Gang and the other two, and the group headed straight in the direction where the sounds of fighting were coming from.
Luo Yuangong and the others came over. Su Po asked Tang Yi, "Sect Leader, how is it?"
Tang Yi bit her lips and didn't say anything. This was the first time she did such a shameless thing …
Niu Youdao and the others, who had followed the sounds of battle, came to an emergency stop. They landed on a hill and looked down at the battle situation from high above.
They thought something happened to Yun Ji, but it was not the case. More than ten cultivators were fighting with a group of butterfly rakshasa.
It was the first time for Niu Youdao to see the butterfly rakshasa flapping its wings and shuttling through the forest.
It was the first time for Niu Youdao to see the butterfly rakshasa flapping its wings and shuttling through the forest. It had butterfly wings that emitted a soft white light. The inside of the wings was a white jade-like bone structure, and there were several pairs of sharp bone spurs on the edge of the wings. The butterfly people's faces and bodies were covered with carapaces. Their foreheads, noses, and ribs were all hard armor. They looked ferocious, had fangs, and had sharp claws on their hands and feet.
In the forest that shone like jade leaves and branches, a few people dragged three bound white-winged rakshasas as they rushed over. The others waved the weapons in their hands to defend against the group of white-winged rakshasas that shuttled back and forth.
A cultivator who was retreating in a group suddenly slipped up. A white-winged rakshasa grabbed his wrist and dragged him out of the retreating group. The cultivator casually chopped off the white-winged rakshasa's head. The white-winged rakshasa that had lost its head spread its limbs and tightly wrapped around the cultivator. The man and the demon fell from the sky together.
The cultivator who was being bound suddenly waved his arm and shook off the restraints. However, a sharp claw from behind pierced directly into his heart.
The white-winged rakshasa that had sneak attacked from behind sent the cultivator flying into the air and pressing him against a tree branch. It opened its mouth and shot out its sharp tongue, which directly pierced into the cultivator's mouth and sucked violently. The tongue was like a conduit that sucked the cultivator's blood.
The cultivator who was pressed against the tree twitched, his plump skin wrinkled at a visible speed.
The group of cultivators who were retreating hurriedly did not care about the cultivator who had escaped from the group. It seemed like they did not have time to care about him.
The group of white-winged rakshasas that shuttled back and forth had hard carapaces that could actually block the slashes of the swords. However, they could not withstand the ferocious slashes of the rakshasa. Some of them were cut down and fell to the ground. They struggled and screamed shrilly.
Niu Youdao and the others looked at each other. They had no intention of helping. They could only watch from the side. The forest was lit up, they could see everything clearly from afar.
It was obvious that these cultivators were the kind of people that Guan Fangyi mentioned before. They wanted to capture the rakshasa to exchange for money. It was not the rakshasa that attacked first. It was these people who ran out of the protection of the Dispersing Light Grass to capture the rakshasa.
"These people really don't know what's good for them. They didn't even think about it. If it was so easy to earn money, why would the Wan Shou Clan let outsiders do it? It's not like they have too much money to spend. "Guan Fangyi sighed and shook her head.
Niu Youdao couldn't help but shake his head as well. This was the sorrow of the low-level cultivators. They would only die if they messed around outside. But here, they could risk their lives and earn money. No one would care about them. It was worth it for them to risk their lives.
Guan Fangyi suddenly said, "This bunch of suicidal fellows is in trouble."
The few of them looked in the direction she was looking at. They saw dots of blue light flying through the forest. Behind them, there was a group of white light following them.
The speed at which it arrived was very fast, and it quickly approached them, allowing them to clearly see what it was. It was a different colored Rakshasa Butterfly, the Blue-Winged Rakshasa Butterfly, rushing over. It was unknown whether it was attracted by the sharp, ear-piercing cries of grief.
"Go!" Some of the cultivators who were rushing back also noticed the danger and shouted.
The group of people dropped the three rakshasa that were dragging them and tried to escape. But the group of white-winged rakshasas did not want to let them go. They sped up the pace of the encirclement and entangled the group of cultivators.
Soon, more than ten blue-winged rakshasas rushed into the battle and joined in the encirclement of the cultivators.
What Niu Youdao and the others did not expect was that there were three blue-winged rakshasas rushing towards them. They actually broke into the protection zone of the Light-Repelling Grass.
The few of them immediately realized that although the Light-Repelling Grass could restrain the rakshasas and the rakshasas could not stand the smell of the grass, they were too close to the edge of the protection zone. It should not be a problem for the rakshasas to rush in and out of the protection zone.
They were too close to the group. They did not know if the rakshasas thought that they were in the same group as the people in the forest.
They could not outrun the flying speed of these monsters. It was too late for them to escape now.
Yuan Gang raised his hand and pulled out the Three Howling Blade from the black cloth sheath. He held the blade's hilt expressionlessly.
Guan Fangyi held the Talisman in her hand.
Yuan Fang's big sleeves drooped down, and a pair of Buddhist Commandment Blades fell from the sleeves.
Niu Youdao stood indifferently with his sword on the ground.
The strange thing was that the moment the three blue-winged rakshasas rushed close, they suddenly tilted their wings and flew around the three of them, as if they were afraid that they would not be able to avoid them in time.
After going around, the three blue-winged rakshasas circled around them again. There seemed to be fear in their eyes when they looked at them. Then, all of them turned around and left. They rushed into the forest and joined in the siege of the group of cultivators.
This situation seemed familiar. Niu Youdao slowly turned his head to look at Yuan Gang.
Yuan Gang slowly raised the blade in his hand and stared at his arm that was holding the blade. There was a slightly contemplative look on his face.
Yuan Gang tilted his head and met Niu Youdao's eyes. Both of them tilted their heads and looked at each other.
Yuan Fang, who was holding the Buddhist Commandment Blades in both hands, breathed a sigh of relief.
Guan Fangyi said in surprise, "This is strange. The Rakshasa is not afraid of death. No matter how strong the cultivators are, they won't be afraid. Why didn't they attack us? Why does it feel a little strange?"
The corner of Niu Youdao's mouth curled up into a smile. His smile was mysterious and strange, as if he knew what was going on.
Screams came from the forest. Whether it was the attack power, attack speed, or the defense of the shell, the blue-winged rakshasa was indeed not comparable to the white-winged rakshasa. In an instant, the group of cultivators who were taking risks were forced into a desperate situation.
"Save me!" A cultivator desperately fought his way out. When he saw Niu Youdao and the others, he shouted for help and flew towards them.
Yuan Gang raised his blade and was about to rush out to help when Niu Youdao grabbed his arm and coldly stopped him.
The cultivator did not manage to escape successfully. A few blue-winged rakshasas flashed in the sky like blue phantoms and captured the cultivator on the spot. Each of them grabbed an arm and a leg and dragged him back to the sky above the glowing forest.
A blue-winged Rakshasa pounced over and hugged the cultivator's head in the air. It opened its mouth and two long fangs pierced into the cultivator's skull. A few pairs of wings flapped and pressed the struggling cultivator to the ground in the forest. Flesh and blood flew everywhere.
Niu Youdao and the others turned around and saw a group of Wanshou Clan disciples flying over and landing. Many of them were carrying large and small bags. Judging from the seedlings of the Dispersing Light Grass that were exposed in the bags, they were probably going to plant it somewhere.
The forest was quiet again. The Rakshasa, who had blood on her mouth and claws, flew up to the treetops and stood there. Her blue and white wings flapped gently. She stared fiercely at the group of people. After a while, she turned around and flew into the depths of the forest and disappeared.
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