Resentment surged in the air.
The little girl who woke up first struggled to swallow back the tears in her eyes and asked, "Is the immortal here to save us?"
"Of course, I will bring you all back safely."
Ling Chan smiled gently.
Xue Xingchi looked at it coldly and sneered in his heart.
What is the difference between this posture and the previous one?
Lingchan comforted him gently, and also comforted others.
He was bored in his heart, and the force of the black cloud hitting the barrier became more and more tyrannical.
The citizens who had been calmed down were frightened and screamed, causing Chan to frown and hurriedly comforted them gently.
Her slender fingertips wiped away ordinary people's tears of panic and pain.
Xue Xingchi watched expressionlessly, but the black clouds suddenly grew in size, roaring, and were about to break the barrier!
Lingchan's face changed drastically.
[Xue Xingchi has been attracting these ghosts! ] The system said urgently: [If we drive him away, everyone here will be safe! 】
The negative emotions of a dozen city residents were nothing compared to Xue Xingchi's.
Lingchan's eyes darkened.
She didn't care if everyone here died.
But she is Wen Lingchan now.
Wen Lingchan is a girl with a sense of justice, and she cannot watch these deaths in vain.
She wants to save people.
Who to save?
One person or a group of people, which one is more important?
Between lightning and flint, the barrier will be broken.
Lingchan swallowed a mouthful of blood, stuffed a handful of talismans into Xue Xingchi's sleeves, and threw him out of the protective shield.
The rich black energy paused and followed Xue Xingchi without hesitation.
He turned to look at a group of trembling city residents huddled together, and said warmly: "Wait here, someone will come to pick you up."
The resentment had dissipated, and the wild beasts and monsters in the mountains were dead long ago, but Lingchan was still worried, so she forcibly lifted up the spiritual energy in her body and repaired the protective shield for everyone.
Then, Lingchan activated the magic weapon.
In an instant, things changed and stars moved, and she fell into a dense darkness.
The only light was the talisman on Xue Xingchi's body, shining weakly but tenaciously.
A talisman could not last for a breath and was shattered by the erosion of black energy.
But the light of the next talisman will always light up immediately, firmly protecting Xue Xingchi.
Ling Chan fell into his arms.
"What are you doing here? Those untouchables can't live without you."
Xue Xingchi was all mocking, but he hugged her tightly with his hands, almost breaking Lingchan's waist.
"I'm sorry." Lingchan raised her hand and patted his back comfortingly, "I'm sorry for you."
"I should protect you too."
Wen Lingchan is a monk from Wushan. She wants to punish rape and eradicate evil, and she wants to support the weak.
Xue Xingchi is just an ordinary person.
Although he has a bad temper and a dark and extreme personality, he doesn't look like a good person... But Wen Lingchan will not give up on him.
The girl's hand was light and warm, resting on his back like a hug.
"..."
Xue Xingchi remained silent.
The black energy suddenly faded.
The originally thick ink color turned into a light gray as if someone poured an unknown amount of water on it.
The two finally saw clearly where they were.
It was a rather grand underground palace. The dome was dozens of adults tall from them, and the rough stones made it look vast.
The ceiling above my head was sealed so tightly that it looked like even an ant couldn't crawl through it.
So, where did they fall from?
Lingchan and Xue Xingchi looked at each other.
They are no longer in Hanshan.
In other words, they passed through the portal set up by some people in Hanshan and came to this weird place.
The two searched carefully and found no trace of the formation. There was only a single wide corridor, facing them in silence.
"It looks like this is the only way to go."
Lingchan frowned.
Xue Xingchi keenly noticed her slightly trembling hands and feet, and her pale lips.
He frowned, remembering Ling Chan's ugly face when faced with the attack of resentment.
"Are you injured?" Xue Xingchi leaned over to help her.
Lingchan did not refuse him and allowed herself to put half of her body weight on Xue Xingchi's body.
Xue Xingchi clearly felt that Lingchan was trembling.
It's not because of fear, but because after draining the spiritual energy, he has to squeeze out the last bit of potential in his body.
"Do you want to take a rest?" Xue Xingchi asked softly.
"No need," Lingchan said, "go forward, don't waste time here."
The slender fingers in the arms were trembling slightly, like a butterfly with broken wings, only its own incomplete body was left, but it still wanted to move forward stubbornly.
Xue Xingchi regretted a little.
For the first time in his life, he thought, if only he could control his emotions...
Xue Xingchi supported Lingchan, and the two of them walked forward slowly.
The journey was uneventful and we did not encounter any danger, except that the environment became increasingly dilapidated.
The deeper you go into the underground palace, the more you can discover the dilapidation behind the majesty of the underground palace.
Unfinished reliefs, dwindling lighting stones, half-collapsed walls...
"It doesn't look like the construction here is finished yet?" Xue Xingchi muttered.
"If this is the place where the original city lord of Huachun was, it wouldn't be surprising if it wasn't completed."
The business failed half way through.
Lingchan's eyes scanned the deep marks under the rubble of the broken wall, and she couldn't help but smile: "This barely built part probably won't last long."
Lingchan saw Fuyaoguang's sword energy. The destructive power of this incarnation of the divine king was extraordinary. Lingchan was able to walk safely all the way, most likely because of Fuyaoguang's paving the way for the two of them. All the demons and ghosts that stood in the way went to see the old city lord.
I guess this underground palace will be completed soon.
Ling Chan didn't panic at all, but Xue Xingchi looked at her increasingly bleak spring scenery and held Ling Chan's shoulders in disapproval.
"You need rest!"
Lingchan listened and heard the rumble of fighting sounds not far away.
It should be Fuyao Light.
The distance between them is very close.
Lingchan then sat down and rested peacefully.
Until a scarred demon was about to attack Lingchan in front of Xue Xingchi.
