Some people screamed and tried to escape, while others raised flaming swords and attacked Ji Mingyu.
Ji Mingyu didn't even look at it. He swung the sword in his hand, and the black devouring power spread in the air.
An invisible, irresistible strong suction force pulled these people back to their original place. They were slowly enveloped by the frosty aura and eventually condensed into ice sculptures.
After just a few breaths, there was no one alive in the entire temple except Ji Mingyu.
There are only ice sculptures standing there and broken ice fragments.
Ji Mingyu walked past these ice sculptures step by step without even looking at the terrified, desperate and unbelievable expressions of the people in the ice crystals.
There were popping sounds, and the ice sculptures shattered into pieces one by one along the path he walked. In the end, only one ice sculpture on which Qinglong was hung to take his blood was left intact.
Ji Mingyu gently put Qinglong down, and gathered the dying Baihu and Zhuque to his side, and fed the pills given by Xi Yue into the three of them.
As the elixir entered their bodies, they all slowly opened their eyes. When they saw that it was Ji Mingyu, they all showed relieved expressions and slowly revealed their human forms.
Zhuque happened to be leaning against Ji Mingyu. At this moment, her limbs were disabled, but she did not frown because of the pain. Instead, she showed a relieved expression and murmured in a low voice: "Master, I knew you would come back."
Ji Mingyu took a deep breath, then loosened his tightly clenched fist that had pierced his palm, and said slowly: "Don't talk anymore, I will take you back to Xiyue and let her treat you."
"It's too late." Zhuque shook his head lightly, his expression sad and confused, with a faint smile of bewilderment, "The three of us have had our demon cores taken away. We can't hold on for much longer. Even Miss Xiyue is powerless to save us."
Baihu also whispered, "We have held on until now, and survived until now, only because we know that you will definitely come, master. We want to tell you... Huangfu Yi and the others... They have been here, but their trap is not here, and their goal is not to kill you, master, but... to lure the tiger away from the mountain, and lead you away from Miss Xiyue. They want to snatch the Saint Girl and the Origin of Wood! As long as they have the Saint Girl in their hands, they can covet the throne of the Divine Emperor and threaten you, master. Moreover, because they have the Saint Girl in their hands, the rules of heaven dare not punish you at will!"
"This is their purpose!"
Ji Mingyu's heart skipped a beat, and he clenched his hands again, having just loosened them.
He had always been worried that it was a trick to lure the tiger away from the mountain, so he didn't dare to leave Xi Yue's side. He didn't expect that it was really a trick to lure the tiger away from the mountain.
Qinglong opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood, but still said in a hoarse voice: "Master, don't worry about us anymore, go and save Miss Xiyue!"
Ji Mingyu closed his eyes, completely concealing the red color in his eyes.
He did not leave immediately as Qinglong said, but instead circulated his spiritual power and injected it into their bodies one by one.
"Xi Yue said that these medicines must be stimulated by spiritual power to be dissolved. You don't have demon pills in your bodies now, but at least you can still circulate spiritual power, right? You are my Ji Mingyu's subordinates, and I will not allow you to cowardly give up before the last moment!"
Ji Mingyu's voice was very calm, but his words were firm and unquestionable.
The eyes of Qinglong and Baihu suddenly turned red. Feeling the spiritual power entering their bodies, they closed their eyes and began to circulate the little remaining spiritual power with difficulty. Tears slowly fell from their eyes. (To be continued)