The moment the icy arc of the Hanjiang Sword hit the Tsing Yi disciple, his body suddenly turned into flying flowers. Those flying flowers took root as soon as they hit the ground, and grew into a small peach tree half as tall as a man, with blood-dropping talismans hanging on the branches. "It's useless," his voice came from all directions, "This entire Qingyun Gate is a formation nourished by resentment. You can't escape!"
In the darkness of the dining hall, the puppets holding the disciples' faces all raised the black blood talisman. The talisman burned and turned into blood-colored chains, wrapping around the four of them.
Ji Chen was so anxious that he took out all the spiritual grass seeds and scattered them on the ground. At the same time, he pushed the spiritual power of the earth to the extreme: "Use the spiritual grass as a guide to gather the vitality of the world!" The seeds immediately erupted after they fell to the ground. The vines grew wildly and wrapped around the blood-red chains. Green light and red light collided, making a sizzling sound.
Zhao Lingyue looked at the weak flames of the Spiritual Flame Pot and suddenly remembered the exorcism pill that Ling Qinghan had given her - which she had thrown into the food box as "seasoning". She quickly took out the elixir bottle and poured out three pitch-black elixirs. The pungent aroma of the elixir instantly dispelled the sweetness. "This elixir can drive away evil spirits!" Zhao Lingyue crushed one and threw it into the pot, "
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.