Shao Yue was choked with sobs as she spoke. She was so nervous that she grabbed her brother's clothes, looking like she was about to cry at any moment.
Shao Yang clenched his fists and looked helplessly, his eyes full of determination.
Ning Xiang suddenly stood up: "When the noise inside becomes quieter, let me take the lead."
Gan Xin refused: "It's not your turn anyway, I'll go first."
Ning Xiang shook her head stubbornly and said bitterly: "I actually lied to you. My current state is beyond control. Even if I don't die here, I won't be able to last long after I get out. So let me help the master one last time. This way Even if I die, I will have peace of mind."
Qian Xin and others all turned pale, as if there was a lump in their throats, and it was difficult to speak.
Man Zhongli took half a step forward, only looked at Ning Xiang solemnly, and did not say a word.
But Ning Xiang, who had grown up with her since childhood, understood Man Zhongli's intentions, and he would not let her go alone.
Even if he dies, he will always be by your side.
Wu Ying watched from the sidelines, feeling particularly guilty and burdened with an additional responsibility.
If anything happens to Lu Feng, then he must shoulder the heavy responsibility of taking care of his disciples!
…
Less than half an hour later.
The movement inside the palace gradually calmed down.
Along with a faint blue flame light, a gray aura continued to leak out from the crack in the door.
"it's over!"
Wu Ying was in a heavy heart and stopped outside the palace door before Ning Xiang could rush forward.
"Everyone, stay away!"
Wu Ying said in a deep voice, "Your master is in danger because of me, so I should be the one to take the lead."
Ning Xiang was resentful and unwilling to obey.
But under the signals of Gan Xin and Shao Yang, he still backed away a little.
Wu Ying's right hand was palm facing up and held on his chest. There was a scratch in the palm of his hand, with complex and evil lines drawn out, overflowing with blood.
His left hand cautiously approached the door.
Crunch~
Accompanied by the quaint sound of the door opening.
The majestic gray smoke was like a sudden explosion, converging into a huge skull and heading straight for the door, faintly mixed with a scream like a little devil.
Wu Ying suddenly felt as if he was facing a formidable enemy. Feeling the terrifying aura approaching the level of the Heavenly Soul Realm, Wu Ying hurriedly retreated backwards.
And at the moment he stepped back, a blood-colored rune appeared in his palm, transforming into a shield in front of him, and blood-golden light flashed all over his body.
The moment the shield resisted the terrible gray smoke, the red-gold flame suddenly rose up and turned into a wall of fire to form a barrier.
Shao Yang and others watched from behind as Wu Ying used such strange methods, and they all looked at each other in shock.
Although they didn't know what happened specifically, from the blood runes and the breath that was later transformed into the wall of fire, they all felt the power of essence and blood, as well as the faint breath of soul backlash.
It seems that Wu Ying burned his blood essence and even sacrificed part of his soul to be able to master such a self-defense technique.
From the moment his face turned pale and without any blood, it can be seen that this move was too heavy a load.
Wu Ying stood firm as he stepped back, looking at the mixed resentful soul attack in front of him that was blocked by the isolation, he couldn't help but feel cold sweat on his back.
From this terrifying offensive, he did not sense the complete resentment...
In other words, this offensive was only transformed by the remaining power of those resentful souls.
How could this make him not frightened?
Just the aftermath was so powerful...
So how terrifying should the offensive at its peak be?
Is this still something people can bear?
'Brother Lu...'
Wu Ying could no longer imagine what Lu Feng had gone through inside!
The pain of seizing one's body is even more excruciating than death, not to mention the fact that so many resentful souls are rushing towards him at the same time. No matter how powerful the soul sea is, it will probably be squeezed and burst.
The wall of fire dispersed and the dust settled.
Everyone's eyes turned to the open door, and their hearts were extremely worried.
In the palace at this moment, there are no paintings hanging on the surrounding stone walls, only six burnt-black writings remain: 'Coffin, coffin, tomb, in the middle, in the middle, tomb'.
I can't quite understand what it means specifically.
On the floor of the palace, hazy gray smoke and dust settled, lingering like gray clouds, reaching up to ankle height.
Lu Feng's figure was currently sitting cross-legged in the gray clouds.
His face was dark and gray.
Like a stone statue.
"Master~"
Seeing this scene that looked like they were lying dead, Shao Yue and Ning Xiang exclaimed at the same time, tears falling down uncontrollably.
Shao Yang and the others felt that their heartbeats had slowed down by half a beat. They were unwilling to accept the scene they saw in front of them, and they were unwilling to admit that their master was gone.
Everyone was in sorrow.
A slight cough suddenly came out.
Although the movement was small, it was like a thunderbolt that shook everyone's hearts.
"Master is still alive!"
The tears on the cheeks of Shao Yue and Shao Yue were still hanging, but the curvature of the corners of their mouths changed, full of surprise.
Shaoyang and Qianxin tried to rush inward.
But Wu Ying stopped him again.
"Wait a minute, there's something wrong with these gray fogs!"
"It seems like there are living things moving around!"
Everyone was surprised.
Wu Ying raised her hand to signal for retreat, and then dripped blood from her palm onto the corner of the door.
After a few breaths.
The gray mist in the palace room began to flow outward like water, covering Wu Ying's dripping blood and slowly dissipating.
Shao Yang looked at the blood stains and seemed to see no change, and asked suspiciously: "What do you mean by living creatures?"
Wu Ying looked solemn and pursed her lips to indicate to continue reading.
Shao Yang was suspicious, and suddenly saw a black spot the size of an ant gathering where the gray mist flowed, as if it was stuck to the blood stain.
As the gray fog in the palace room passed away, there were more and more black spots the size of ants on the blood stains.
When the gray fog cleared, these black spots took up more than half of the palm-sized blood stain.
Shaoyang and Qianxin looked down at the same time in confusion.
"Stay away!" Wu Ying was startled and quickly stopped the two of them, "I don't want to die!"
As he spoke, in the stunned gazes of the two men, a flame gathered in the palm of his hand, fell towards the pool of essence and blood, and burned it.
Under the red flame, everyone could clearly see those black spots the size of ants, swimming like fish in water, jumping around like fleas as the flames burned uncontrollably.
"What kind of bug is this?"
Shao Yang was afraid to ask: "How come you are not even afraid of spiritual fire?"
Qian Xin also widened her eyes with confusion. She could determine that the flames condensed from Wu Ying were derived from the fire energy. It is said that such spiritual fire would be difficult for ordinary Five Elements realm soul beasts to resist. This The little black 'ants' are not afraid at all? In fact, they are more energetic?
It's really weird.
Wu Ying said solemnly: "This is not a bug, it is a Gu!"
"What?"
Everyone was shocked and looked at Lu Feng who was sitting cross-legged inside with frightened eyes.
If it's a poison...
Then their master has stayed in this gray mist for so long, isn't it...
Wu Ying also looked solemnly at Lu Feng inside. After the gray fog dissipated, he could clearly see a blue-black lotus platform under Lu Feng's cross-legged position, with twelve lotus leaves surrounding it. On these petals Stained with countless small black spots.
Seeing such a scene, Wu Ying secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, these 'fly bugs' have not entered the body.
Ning Xiang's voice suddenly sounded: "It's a confession platform! Master has used this treasure for me before, which can isolate the yin of death."
"Then why isn't Master awake yet?"
Qian Xin looked worriedly. After that slight cough, Lu Feng returned to his original motionless posture.
Man Zhongli said without hesitation: "What the Confession Platform isolates is the Yin of Death, but that's not the case here. Master's face is so gloomy, it's obvious that he's fooled."
Wu Ying sensed it and spoke out: "Brother Lu's soul sea is extremely chaotic. He should still be trying his best to fight against the power of the malicious soul that has penetrated."
As he spoke, he looked at the ground on the other side of the black coffin and saw a lotus pedestal with the same specifications on it.
But on this lotus stand, the petals are not in the color of green ink, but are covered with a thick layer of gray.
"Could it be..."
Wu Ying was shocked and wondered: "Brother Lu, could it be that he has kept the resentful soul that is difficult to contend with in this lotus platform?"
At this moment, the empty lotus platform that was standing suddenly trembled, and then floated up out of thin air, drifting towards the landing wind.
"This is?"
Wu Ying's eyes widened in shock when she saw the lotus stand suddenly flipped upside down in mid-air and hung above Lu Feng's head, echoing the lotus seat beneath him.
The remaining soul power that was originally stored in the rosette above was also instilled into the rosette below, and gradually disappeared into Lu Feng's soul sea.
"It's over!"
Wu Ying had a sad expression on his face. Lu Feng's condition was already extremely bad. If he was to withstand so many soul power attacks, it would be impossible to survive.
The slight cough just now turned out to be a flashback.
His struggle with those resentful souls never ended. It was just divided into two parts, the front and back, through this strange lotus platform, and he could only resist the front half.
"Master, is he... practicing?"
Ning Xiang's words showed a different point of view.
As soon as he opened his mouth, he attracted everyone's attention.
"Practice?" Wu Ying looked at Ning Xiang suspiciously: "Do you know something?"
Ning Xiang nodded and said: "Master mentioned this confession platform to me before, saying that in addition to resisting the death yin, it also has the effect of stabilizing the soul and improving the speed of soul cultivation and recovery."
Qian Xin frowned and said, "If you are practicing, why is Master's complexion getting worse and worse?"
Ning Xiang shook her head bitterly. She said it was cultivation, which was just an excuse for her not to think about the worst. Even if the confession platform could assist in cultivation, how could so much soul power be refined and absorbed in one breath?
, not to mention that there is still conscious resentment in these soul powers, which must be refined first before they can be absorbed.
"Look...master's eyes..."
Shao Yue pointed in horror.
Everyone looked around and saw that Lu Feng's eyes suddenly became cloudy and gray, and they couldn't see the whites of his eyes at all. The gurgling gray gas was like a flame, and there was no trace of it in his eyes.
Stop moving.
It made his already gloomy complexion look even more weird and terrifying.