Aiming for the Immortal Path

"Well! Then let's go in quickly!"

Jiang Feixue nodded, geared up, and immediately took the lead and walked into the evil pit.

Su Twelve followed closely behind, and as soon as he stepped into it, he felt a cold and evil energy coming towards him.

The evil spirit invaded, and the hairs all over his body stood on end, giving him an extremely uncomfortable feeling.

"Brother Zhu, this evil spirit is mixed with a lot of filthy and unfavorable qi. The turbid qi enters the body and stains the monk's true essence. You can open the Yuan Parasol. The Zhiyang treasure is the nemesis of these turbid qi."

The moment Jiang Feixue's voice sounded, Su Twelve decisively took out his Yuan Yang Umbrella.

As the true essence was injected into it, the Yuan Yang Umbrella trembled slightly and immediately opened.

A force of Yuanyang enveloped him and Jiang Feixue.

Immediately, he felt a lightness in his body, and his whole body became extremely relaxed.

"Brother Jiang, let's go!"

Just when he and Jiang Feixue were about to go deeper into it.

At this time, a burst of footsteps came from behind.

The two looked back subconsciously.

I saw a team of twenty people coming in a hurry.

These twenty people were all dressed in white robes, and each of them had a majestic appearance and extraordinary momentum.

The leader was a middle-aged man with a tall figure, bronze complexion, and a face as sharp as an axe.

The man has thick eyebrows and big eyes, and his gaze looks deep and cold. A person who has reached the ninth level of Qi refining stage is as thick as a mountain.

As soon as he stepped into the evil pit, the man threw out a fiery red round canopy. The canopy rose into the sky, emitting a ball of fiery red light, covering twenty people.

"Who is this person from? He actually has such a top-notch defensive treasure!"

Su Twelve raised his eyelids, a little surprised.

He could tell at a glance that the fiery red canopy was a very good defensive weapon. Even if it was not a pseudo-spiritual weapon, it was still a top-notch magical weapon.

With his dollar

Parasols are comparable to each other. Even stronger!

On the side, when Jiang Feixue saw these people, her body trembled slightly, and two panicked looks flashed in her eyes.

He hurriedly stretched out his hand to tug Su Twelve's arm and said quickly: "Brother Zhu, let's go quickly!"

With that said, he took Su Twelve's arm and walked onto a deserted path next to him.

Behind him, the bronze-colored middle-aged man also noticed the presence of the two of them.

His eyes fell on Jiang Feixue's back, and the man frowned slightly.

"Young Master, what's the problem with those two people?" A long-faced monk in his fifties or sixties asked the man next to him.

"It's nothing. Is there no whereabouts of Xue'er yet?" The man shook his head and then asked.

The long-faced monk hurriedly replied: "According to the people at Fangshi's weapon refining shop, Miss Xue'er has indeed been here. A few days ago, she said she wanted to refine weapons, so she went out to look for materials. She has not returned yet."

"I have arranged for someone to look for her. There should be news in the next few days! Miss Xueer is smart and witty, so she will be fine."

"Hmph! When we find her this time, we must make her look good!" The man nodded seriously, and then said: "Let's go. If we can really find the Golden Holy Spirit Spring, we can improve that little girl's strength as soon as possible."

After saying that, the man hurriedly led everyone behind him deep into the evil pit.

Su Twelve didn't say much and followed Jiang Feixue forward.

When there was no one around, he squinted his eyes and turned to ask Jiang Feixue.

"Brother Jiang, do you know those people just now?"

"No... I don't know them. It's just that there are so many of them. If we want to find the treasure, we have to find a shortcut and get to that place first!"

Jiang Feixue shrank her neck, shook her head hastily, and looked confident again as she spoke.

"Yes!" Su Twelve nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

But he also knew in his heart that Jiang Feixue should have some connection with those people.

The two of them moved forward along the narrow path.

When he reached the halfway point, he saw several corpses lying scattered on the road ahead. Su Twelve paused and stopped immediately.

"Eh...that's...the monk's body?!" Jiang Feixue also saw this situation, let out a light sigh, and stopped.

"It seems that these people have been dead for a while!" Su Twelve squinted his eyes, activated his clairvoyance, and looked at the situation in front of him.

Under the Sky Eye Technique, he could clearly see that these corpses contained amazing Yin-type spiritual power, and he suddenly became alert!

The true energy in the body is also secretly accumulated, ready to run away at any time.

"Strange! This place is so remote, how come so many people died here? Moreover, there are no obvious injuries on their bodies?!"

Jiang Feixue looked surprised and walked forward as she spoke, approaching to investigate.

These corpses showed no signs of life, but no fatal injuries could be seen at all, which surprised her greatly.

She reached out to hold her chin, her eyes sparkling with a bright light.

And when Jiang Feixue approached one of the corpses, Su Twelve clearly noticed that the Yin attribute spiritual power in the corpse fluctuated violently.

"No! Brother Jiang, be careful!"

Su Twelve's expression changed instantly and he hurriedly reminded him.

"Huh?" Jiang Feixue was stunned when she heard this and did not wait for a reaction.

The corpses on the ground suddenly stood up, spitting out black evil energy from their mouths.

The corpse closest to Jiang Feixue had five fingers.

The claws and nails shone with a dark green cold light, and they grasped Jiang Feixue's shoulders with lightning speed.

"Pfft! Ah..."

With a muffled sound, Jiang Feixue's body trembled, and his shoulder was suddenly bloody, with a bloody wound.

She screamed in pain, her face turned as white as snow, and beads of sweat covered her forehead.

After grabbing it with a claw, the body didn't stop there. Grinning, he exposed two fangs and bit Jiang Feixue's delicate, snow-white neck.

"Damn it!" Su Twelve's eyes turned cold, and he stepped on the Shadowless Steps. When the rabbit was up and the falcon was down, he came to Jiang Feixue's side.

Before the corpse could be attacked again, he slashed with the silver sword in his hand. A flash of sword light directly knocked the corpse away.

At the same time, Jiang Feixue's body softened and she fell directly to the ground.

Su Twelve, with quick eyes and quick hands, hurriedly supported her and asked quickly: "Brother Jiang, how do you feel?"

Before Jiang Feixue could answer, not far away, the corpse fell to the ground but seemed to be fine, and bounced up again with a whooshing sound.

With a cold blue light flashing in his eyes, he rushed towards Su Twelve again.

Behind him, there were more than a dozen identical corpses all fixing their eyes on Su Twelve.

"Roar!"

There were more than ten corpses, each one letting out a low strange roar from its mouth, showing its fangs, and its five fingers turned into claws.

As he ran, a terrifying wind blew in his face.

Su Twelve's expression was solemn, and he could clearly feel that Yuan Yang Umbrella's consumption of true energy had intensified.

"Brother Zhu, leave quickly! These are refined corpses, and their strength is comparable to high-level monsters. You are no match for them!"

At this time, Jiang Feixue suddenly raised his head and shouted to Su Twelve with a weak look on his face.

After saying that, her body softened and she completely fell on Su Twelve, completely unconscious.