Chapter 232: Tearing Space With Her Hands To Unleash Divine Techniques, My Name Is Feng He, Remember It 【 Battle 】
Seeing Feng He and Xuan Gui fighting, Sang Biao was also not idle. He let out a long roar and pounced towards the four Mahayana Stage experts behind Xuan Gui, fierce like collapsing mountains, and ferocious like changing thunder.
The might of a divine beast makes people tremble.
It’s just a pity that he was facing four Mahayana Stage experts after all. Although he could crush them in terms of bloodline, he ultimately could not fight against many with few.
Under the suppression of the Gui Xuan Merchant Guild’s formation, his snow-white fur instantly became stained red, and his flesh and blood began to blur.
“Roar——”
Sang Biao raised his head and bit down hard on a Mahayana cultivator’s thigh, bright red blood flowing down to his lips and teeth.
The meridians all over his body also bulged because of this.
But in front of him, there were still three Mahayana Stage cultivators. Each of them, with a sword, thrust towards Sang Biao.
They all possessed the Black Bird bloodline, so they were not afraid of the backlash from the merchant guild’s formation. However, Mimi had none of that and could only endure this blow, nearly having one of her wings severed.
He was surrounded by those four cultivators and could not escape, with blood beads splashing.
Xie Yanning coughed twice and began to chant softly.
Qin Feilong turned his head and saw that her entire body was stained with scarlet fireworks, constantly burning.
He exclaimed, “What are you doing?”
Xie Yanning said, “My cultivation is only at the Void Refinement Stage, so I can’t fight them. But Sang Biao is clearly no match for these four Mahayana Great Experts. I can only choose to burn my cultivation to fight them.”
Qin Feilong hesitated, “After burning your cultivation, the price you pay will be even greater.”
Xie Yanning said, “So what? Shuang has already willingly given up control of her body. We said we would follow her, so we can’t just do nothing and only cause her trouble.”
She could use the Golden Jade Rotten Cotton Technique for Jiu Zhou, and she could also use it for Ming Zhaoshuang.
At most, her cultivation would regress by another major realm.
Qin Feilong gritted his teeth, “You’re not allowed to! I have a way! Your talent is extraordinary, and you should shine! You shouldn’t regress like this!”
Speaking, he flicked a talisman in his hand towards the four Mahayana Stage experts.
“Gu Diao, go!”
In an instant, blood light burst forth, and a fish hawk with wings that obscured the sky and scales as cold as ice leaped out. It let out a long cry, its sharp voice deterring the cultivators who were oppressing Sang Biao.
The late Mahayana Stage Gu Diao summoning talisman, Ming Zhaoshuang had it, and Qin Feilong naturally did too.
This Gu Diao was not a real Gu Diao; it was not controlled by the formation in the venue at all. Although its bloodline was not as pure as the Black Bird’s, its late Mahayana Stage cultivation was enough to make people take notice.
After he joined the battlefield, Sang Biao finally had it a bit easier and could also unleash his power on those two late Mahayana Stage cultivators.
Qin Feilong turned his head and said, “It’s not time for that yet. You don’t need to make such a great sacrifice.”
Speaking, Qin Feilong’s breathing also deepened.
To be honest, although he was reckless and often fought across realms, this level of cross-realm combat was the first time for him.
The flames on Xie Yanning’s body gradually extinguished.
She looked at the figure fighting with Xuan Gui and remained silent for a long time.
It was only when Xuan Gui fully engaged with Feng He that he truly recognized her power.
With such soul power and such sword techniques, if it weren’t for the fact that she was only a soul body, and if this Gui Xuan Merchant Guild wasn’t his territory, he probably wouldn’t even be able to fight her to a draw.
Xuan Gui did not want to escalate the matter.
Xuan Gui gritted his teeth, “Senior! Your soul power will eventually run out. My objective is not this yellow-haired brat you are possessing! I only want to slaughter Xie Yanning, my child, and then I will let you go, how about it?”
His words were indeed very humble, especially since now, whether Feng He agreed to fight him or not, she couldn’t protect Ming Zhaoshuang and the others.
After all, this was the Demon Realm, his territory.
Feng He lowered her eyes and looked at Xie Yanning beside her.
The latter had already stood up when Xuan Gui spoke these words and was walking towards the outside of the protective shield set up by Qiongqi.
Feng He held her sword in front and roared, “Did I ask you to step forward? Stay put! Mimi, if you can’t protect Xie Yanning and Qin Feilong, you won’t get any dried fish for the rest of your life!”
Mimi immediately let out a roar, her fur bristling, her snow-white body like a mountain blocking in front of Xie Yanning.
Ming Zhaoshuang sat in the sea of consciousness and watched this scene unfold, increasingly feeling that Feng He was someone worth befriending and respecting.
Xuan Gui smiled, “Senior, are you determined to oppose me?”
Feng He ignored him and said leisurely, “So what?”
Although she said that, in Ming Zhaoshuang’s mind, she was extremely anxious.
“Host, you still have a few bottles of Yellow Springs Water, pour them all for me! Quickly, quickly! I’m going to unleash my ultimate move!”
Ming Zhaoshuang poured all the remaining bottles of Yellow Springs Water into her sea of consciousness and could only feel Feng He gulping it down incessantly, and she felt that she was in great pain.
Feng He stuck out her tongue, “Host, if we can go back alive, will you accompany me to see the myriad mountains and rivers?”
Ming Zhaoshuang frowned helplessly, “What time is it now, and you’re still playing around like this? As long as we can stay alive, that’s better than anything.”
Feng He drank those few bottles of Yellow Springs Water, and it was precisely when her soul power was expanding. Her sword edge was bright snow white, and she said to Ming Zhaoshuang, “I can protect Xie Yanning and Qin Feilong, but I am using your body, and I cannot guarantee that you will definitely survive.”
Hearing the system say that Xie Yanning and Qin Feilong could survive, Ming Zhaoshuang breathed a sigh of relief, “That is enough.”
This calamity was ultimately caused by her.
Xie Yanning and Qin Feilong were both just impulsive; they came here with her. For Ming Zhaoshuang, being able to save both of them, even if she herself died, was worth it.
Feng He’s eyes softened.
But when she looked at Xuan Gui in front of her, Feng He’s gaze immediately turned cold again.
Sang Biao also glared at Xuan Gui and the Mahayana Stage cultivators behind him, his fierce eyes wide open, sending a shiver down one’s spine.
Feng He closed her eyes, her divine sense gradually spreading, expanding, until it covered the entire Demon Realm and reached the Lower Cultivation World.
She had already reached the Divine Soul Realm, and her divine sense was enough to cover all thirty-six heavens, knowing every blade of grass and every tree, every life and every object within them.
Xuan Gui was not some foolish child who would give Feng He time to breathe. He, along with the remaining few Mahayana Stage cultivators, wielding long swords, attacked Feng He.
During this, demonic power surged, capable of destroying the heavens and earth.
“Mimi!”
Feng He gave a light shout, and Mimi immediately leaped into the air, letting out a long cry. Powerful spiritual power surged towards those Mahayana Stage cultivators.
And he himself was also injured by this spiritual power, with bright red blood beads forced out from his snow-white fur.
Only Xuan Gui was unaffected, and a sword swept towards Feng He like a tidal wave.
Fushuang emerged, and wood elemental power instantly engulfed all his demonic power.
Feng He reached out, and powerful soul power surged out, not towards Xuan Gui, but towards the void beside her.
“Break!”
She tore space with her bare hands.
It was simply incredible.
Tearing space had extremely high requirements for both soul power and spiritual power.
At least one must have the cultivation of the Tribulation Crossing Stage, and even at the Tribulation Crossing Stage, one must be able to comprehend the laws of heaven and earth to achieve this. Feng He, as a soul body, tore space, and the soul power she had to expend was unknown.
That was why she had Ming Zhaoshuang pour all the Yellow Springs Water to her, allowing her to temporarily return to her soul power’s peak state.
The space cracked open, revealing the inner realm of the Ao Tian Sect familiar to Ming Zhaoshuang, with clouds swirling and green mountains and azure waters.
Fine beads of sweat appeared on Feng He’s forehead.
“Mimi! Take them back!”
