It was good enough for her to escape with Luo Yu, but to save them? Who knows if they would die here too? Risking death to save a few Jindan monks who had no relatives or friends? She was not that kind.
"Since you're here, stay!"
The skinny and sinister old man spoke in a sinister voice, and as soon as his voice fell, the blood-stained female ghost that was originally floating behind him called out softly.
"Come... Come... Stay... Stay..."
The blood-stained robe flew in mid-air and came towards Fengjiu and Luo Yu with a whoosh. The sound was soft and strange, with a faint chill.
Feng Jiu noticed that Luo Yu, who was originally pulled up by her, began to lose consciousness again after hearing the voice that seemed to control people's minds. She immediately reached out and slapped the back of his head, scolding him, "Why are you daydreaming? If you keep daydreaming, you will stay and accompany her!"
“Hiss!”
Luo Yu regained consciousness after feeling the pain. He realized that he had almost lost consciousness again and was afraid: "Master, this ghost is too powerful. I can't stand her voice!"
He didn't want to, but for some reason, as soon as he heard the gentle voice, he forgot where he was, his whole brain became dizzy, and his consciousness was completely out of control.
"That's a ghost cultivator with some skills. His strength is equivalent to the foundation-building stage of an immortal cultivator. Of course you can't handle it with your strength."
She said unhappily, throwing him a bottle and said, "Cover your mouth and nose with this medicine. When you inhale it, your brain will be in an excited state and will not be easily controlled."
As soon as she finished speaking, she pushed his hand away, and a green sword with a cold glow appeared in her hand with a whoosh. As she moved, the sharp sword energy stabbed towards the blood-clothed female ghost who was floating over.
Luo Yu opened it and smelled it, only to find that the smell was so pungent that it made him uncomfortable. However, it was undeniable that after just a little sniff he felt excited as if he had been injected with chicken blood. He thought of a solution, tore off the cloth strips of his inner clothes, poured some of the medicine on it, tied up his mouth and nose, put away the medicine bottle, took out the sword and wanted to try to break the barrier.
"Qingfeng Sword!"
The four Jindan cultivators were all surprised when they recognized the Qingfeng Sword. They did not expect to see this long-lost ancient sword in this place, and they did not expect that the person holding the sword would be a little girl who looked about fifteen or sixteen years old.
“Hehehe… I didn’t expect that I would see the ancient divine sword Qingfeng in this place. Even the heavens are helping me. Hahahahaha!”
The skinny and sinister old man who was sitting cross-legged raised his head and laughed heartily. Visible pressure spread out along with his laughter. He watched the sky getting darker and the excitement in his eyes became brighter.
When midnight comes, he will complete his mission!
The sword that Luo Yu swung at the barrier was bounced back, as if it had hit some kind of protection. The attack could not break the barrier. He could only grit his teeth and turn around to join the battle between Feng Jiu and the blood-clothed female ghost, while anxiously asking: "Master, what should I do if I can't break the barrier?"
"That's the barrier set up by an old monster at the peak of the Golden Core Stage. It would be strange if you could break it."
She snorted coldly, half-closed her sharp eyes and stared at the blood-stained female ghost who dodged the Qingfeng sword and attacked from above. She scratched the blade with her finger, and a drop of blood fell on the sword and was wiped away by her fingertips. There was a flash of blood and the sword energy was strong...