Su Xiang is still in the foundation building stage and cannot break away from the flying sword and rely on his physical body to fly directly.
She lost control of the flying sword and fell directly from the sky. If it lands firmly on the ground, it will even be smashed into a pulp.
Su Xiang's face turned pale, and he thought to himself: This little life is over!
Because he was poisoned by corpse poison and could not control his spiritual energy well, his spellcasting was interrupted by the enemy, and his flying sword lost control and fell from the sky.
Such a stupid way to die would probably make the stuttering devil opposite him laugh to death.
She closed her eyes and thought to herself: Master, senior sister, Su Xiang cannot go back to see you this time.
But after a while, she didn't feel the weightlessness of the rapid fall. She felt strange and opened her eyes a little to peek at the scenery outside.
Su Xiang was extremely afraid of things like corpses and ghosts.
She imagined that if she opened her eyes and saw her miserable body, she would immediately close her eyes and pretend not to see it.
She is so afraid of the world after death!
Fortunately, this didn't happen. The Stuttering Demon's mesh-shaped magic weapon held her up, allowing Su Xiang to slowly land on the ground.
Su Xiang wondered why this stuttering devil was so kind! What intentions does he have for himself?
Could it be that when he saw his beautiful face, he wanted to turn himself into a corpse?
Su Xiang meditated on his luck, regained control of the movement of spiritual energy, and recalled his flying sword Qingxi.
The Qingxi Sword flew from a distance and flew around Su Xiang, making a light sword sound.
With Qingxi in hand, Su Xiang gained some confidence in confrontation.
Where is that stuttering monster?
The place where Su Xiang landed was on a hilltop, surrounded by endless apricot trees.
It's April, and it's the season when almond blossoms are in full bloom.
It was dusk, the sun was about to set, and night was approaching.
Suddenly a strong wind blew, blowing a shower of apricot blossoms. These pink-white elves were flying in the air, unaware of their upcoming fate.
Silently, Wu Yiping, dressed in black, appeared in front of Su Xiang.
His complexion was extremely pale, his face was stiff, his eyes were much blacker than white, and it was as if a pair of invisible hands were tugging at the corners of his mouth when he spoke.
He's almost more zombie than zombie.
Wu Yiping single-handedly turned the beautiful scenery into terrifying.
Su Xiang was defeated by Wu Yiping with one move. She already understood that Wu Yiping was a demon cultivator in the Heavenly Demon Realm that was one level higher than her.
Su Xiang's heart was full of tragedy, and she had made up her mind that even if she died, she would not lose the Xuantian Sword Sect's reputation.
She said loudly: "Don't try to make me into a corpse. Even if I die, I won't let you do it."
Wu Yiping didn't expect Su Xiang to think of him like this. That's right, what good things can the devil of the Heavenly Corpse Sect do?
He said slowly: "I won't... make you into a corpse girl, I just want... you go back to Xinghua Town."
Wu Yiping stuttered because he had not spoken for a long time and the muscles on his face were stiff.
He has made up his mind to practice speaking more in private, so that he can transform from a stuttering devil into an ordinary devil.
Su Xiang was stunned. Wu Yiping didn't seem to be lying.
But when I returned to Xinghua Town, I was waiting to die. Instead of being slowly tortured to death, it was better to die fighting now!
Su Xiang was full of hostility: "Why should I listen to you?"
Wu Yiping said calmly: "I have triggered... your corpse poison, don't you feel it?"
Su Xiang was stunned and felt dizzy. The corpse poison this time was much stronger than the previous times, and even made her unsteady.
Su Xiang tried desperately to stand, but she couldn't control her body.
