A master of metaphysics is farming.

Chapter 216 Crack

Ye Shuyao's genitals were being burned, but she felt no pain. Her face was contorted with a ferocious smile, and her hands never loosened their grip on Xiang He.

Suddenly, a talisman was stuck to my forehead, and a faint sound rang in my ears—

"Urgent as a law."

Suddenly, I felt dizzy and my vision blurred. But as the last word fell, the fog instantly cleared, and I could clearly see the face of the person in front of me.

"You...are..." Before she could finish speaking, a look of pain appeared on her face. "Ah, it hurts!"

She felt a burning pain all over her body and immediately let go of Xiang He. The two of them fell to the ground. Xiang He stretched out his leg and kicked her out of the magic circle.

"Don't knock off the talisman! If you want to go back to your body, help me stop those two Taoist priests!"

Before Ye Shuyao could react, Xiang He had already turned to Xiang Xiaoyao. Seeing that Ye Shuyao was actually awake, he immediately picked up the small whistle and blew it again, but Ye Shuyao did not obey his command at all.

Seeing the talisman on Ye Shuyao's forehead, with its intricate patterns, Xiang He's earlier disdain vanished, and he immediately became wary.

"I knew I shouldn't underestimate you!"

The magic array was destroyed by the Taoist magic earlier and is temporarily ineffective. Xiang He quickly ran over to get the spirit out first, otherwise it would be troublesome if Xiaoyao found a way to control it.

As Xiaoyao watched her run over, he clicked his tongue and glanced at the unconscious Wulu. He could only draw his dagger to deal with her.

The two were fighting in the formation and did not notice that Wulu, who was lying on the ground, had woken up. He pulled her up and made her sit cross-legged, and quickly formed hand seals and aimed at her head again.

"Be careful girl!"

"Taoist priest, be careful!"

Xiang He dodged to the side, and only when she turned her head did she see Wu Lu. Suddenly, two shadows fell behind her. She turned around sharply and found two Taoist priests behind her.

She glanced at the four ghosts and saw that they were illusory and floating. After Ye Shuyao regained consciousness, she was no match for the Taoist priest. Moreover, her half-body was even more illusory than the four ghosts, so it seemed that she was not very powerful.

Xiang He bent down to dodge, and in the process, she arrived behind one of the Taoists. She then struck the Fengchi acupoint with her large umbrella with all her might. The Taoist was hit hard and fell to the ground unconscious.

Another one rushed up as well, joining Xiaoyao.

Xiang He maneuvered between the two men. Wu Lu had already awakened the spirit, and the cracks on the ground began to heal. Xiang He felt a chill on her back, which was because the talisman they had drawn on her back had taken effect.

It has to be done as soon as possible.

Xiang He didn't know what the talisman behind her was, so she didn't dare to destroy it rashly. However, the talisman in front of her had been destroyed by Jing Hua with her cultivation. Xiang He tore it up casually, and the talisman turned into ashes and disappeared after it hit the ground.

However, this Taoist priest and Xiaoyao were very difficult to deal with, and Xiang He gradually lost ground. The chill on her back intensified, and the formation was about to take shape.

Wu Lu sneered coldly, "Let's see how you manage to escape this time."

Every time Xiang He tried to run out of the magic circle, they forced her back. The more difficult the situation, the calmer she became.

He exhaled a breath of stale air to calm himself down, when suddenly he felt an inexplicable external force. He looked sharply behind Wulu and took advantage of the gap to quickly slash his fingertip with the tip of the umbrella.

After Xiaoyao and the Taoist priest got close, she used all her strength to throw the large umbrella at Wulu.

The sudden movement made the three of them think she was furious. As the large umbrella rushed towards Wulu, he was casting a spell with both hands, and only turned his head to make the large umbrella rush towards the window behind him.

Xiaoyao grabbed Xiang He's arm first, and seeing the large umbrella rushing over, he shouted, "Oh no!"

As soon as he shouted, Wulu reacted immediately, reaching out to grab the large umbrella, but it was too late. The umbrella had already pierced through the window paper and broken the barrier.

Light streamed in through the cave entrance, and a dark figure darted towards them—

"quack!"

Accompanied by the cawing of crows, sunlight immediately streamed through the doors and windows, extinguished candles were relit, and the sound of footsteps echoed from downstairs.

Wu Lu's face turned as black as the bottom of a pot. "You, Xiang He!"

Xiang He wasn't angry when her arm was grabbed; instead, she laughed and said, "Now you know how powerful I am, right?"

The Taoist priest also stepped forward to restrain Xiang He, but the black crow suddenly rushed straight at him and stabbed into his eyeball.

"what!"

The Taoist priest cried out in pain, clutching his bleeding eyes. Xiang He kicked him, shouting, "Black Crow, get out of the magic circle!"

"Don't worry, young lady, I've brought men!"

--"Bang"!

The footsteps going upstairs were quick. In no time, Xiang He and Xiao Yao turned around at the same time. He Sui'an rushed in with his sword and immediately saw Xiang He being captured.

His cold face was framed by a pair of deep, dark eyes, icy and piercing.

In an instant, the cold air from behind spread throughout Xiang He's body. She felt dizzy and could only hear Xiao Yao's squealing and screaming.

Her body gradually weakened, and she felt as if she were in a fog. She was very tired and slowly closed her eyes. Her consciousness began to blur, and her body went limp as if she was being gently lifted and put down.

"He girl!"

"girl!"

"Taoist Priest!"

Several voices called out in her ears, but Xiang He couldn't see them, and their voices began to fade away.

"Grasp Wulu!"

Another loud shout rang out, followed by a cacophony of footsteps. Suddenly, a strange cry was heard, followed by a murmur.

"Why... I've done everything I could... why... why!"

The madman kept muttering incoherently, when suddenly there was the sound of swords clashing and doors being slammed shut. It was very noisy.

“He girl…”

The voice was urgent yet gentle, and the body, which had been devoid of feeling, seemed to sway slightly.

The body had fallen into a deep sleep, but the soul was still floating in the air.

Xiang He felt light and agile, and in the blink of an eye, she saw everyone looking anxious.

Surrounded by four ghosts and black crows, even Ye Shuyao, whom they didn't know, crouched down beside them with great concern to check on them.

Xiaoyao, who had been stabbed in the abdomen, clutched his stomach and howled, still shouting, "It has nothing to do with me."

Looking to the side, Wulu had a long sword stuck in his shoulder. He was being held by Shen Zhuoci, his hands trembling as he murmured in confusion, his eyes filled with resentment.

The spirit beside him also fell into a deep sleep. A mark that hadn't appeared before appeared between her brows, but the mark was only half there. Perhaps this was the reason why Wulu hadn't succeeded.

Soldiers picked her up and took her away; Xiaoyao and Wulu were also captured.

Only one side of the formation remained, guarding against the demons and ghosts.

Black Crow gently touched Xiang He's cheek, its large black eyes glistening with tears, as if it were crying.

"The girl...is gone..."

The sound was so soft that even the people and ghosts gathered around could hear it.

Their faces were filled with sorrow and reluctance, but one person held Xiang He tightly, his eyes sparkling with a smile that seemed to hold countless stars, conveying endless tenderness and love.

He carefully picked up Xiang He, his movements so gentle that he was afraid of breaking her body.

She said softly, "She's still breathing."

The black crow shook its head violently, "It's really gone..."

"There's still a breath."

This time it's a gentle firmness.

The crow fell silent, perched on his shoulder, gazing at the sleeping face.

The four ghosts lowered their heads, seemingly lost in thought. Da Chun flicked his finger, and four wisps of black smoke emerged from the broken hole and returned to the large umbrella.

Ye Shuyao looked around and asked, "My lord, may I destroy Xiaoyao's whistle?"

He Sui'an calmly turned his head and said, "Okay."