Loyal Heart Roaming the Skies

The thick fog couldn't block the brilliant red light. At that moment, Zhao Rucheng struggled to get up from the ground, almost overwhelmed by the swarming ghosts.

And Du Yehu was here!

He didn't even need to move, as the strong power of blood and qi rushed towards the nearby ghosts, causing them to scatter.

Du Yehu was extremely straightforward. He grabbed Zhao Rucheng's collar and dragged him towards Linghe without hesitation.

After being attacked by the vengeful ghost, the older brothers were all worried, but Zhao Rucheng didn't look injured at all and angrily shouted, "Hey, hey, hey, I can walk on my own!"

Du Yehu ignored him and ran halfway before throwing the noisy Zhao Rucheng towards Linghe. He turned around and punched the vengeful ghost with a strong force of blood and qi.

Ignoring the fact that Linghe had caught Zhao Rucheng in mid-air, let's focus on Du Yehu's punch. Compared to the Ziqi Donglai Sword, his fist techniques were not advanced enough and were even somewhat neglected by the outer disciples of the Dao Academy. However, when he used them, they were particularly fierce.

This punch was not opportunistic, but rather a head-on collision with the vengeful ghost's huge claws, using strength against strength, attack against attack. It was truly powerful!

The iron fist was wrapped in blood and qi, and it collided with the dark green giant claws, resulting in a momentary stalemate.

At this moment, Jiang Wang had already leaped over, and the sword light flashed, slicing open the vengeful ghost's other eye.

"Retreat!"

Jiang Wang quickly retreated after succeeding, and Du Yehu also jumped back.

The vengeful ghost, now blind, could only vent its anger by frantically clawing at the air in front of it. At this time, Du Yehu had already burned with raging blood and qi, and he jumped high behind the ghost, holding his left hand with his right hand and using both hands like a hammer to hit the ghost's ferocious head.

Boom!

The raging blood and qi were already effective against ghosts, let alone Du Yehu's fierce blow. The fist, wrapped in layers of blood and qi, instantly exploded the entire head of the vengeful ghost!

Du Yehu couldn't avoid it and was splattered with the dark green filthy blood, but it was quickly burned away by his blood and qi.

It wasn't until the headless body of the vengeful ghost fell that the red light on Du Yehu's body suddenly disappeared, and his face instantly turned pale.

Jiang Wang leaped to Du Yehu's side and supported him with his skillful movements. "Brother Hu, this..."

Blood and qi were the foundation of human beings. Jiang Wang was now condensing his Dao element, and he also had to start with supplying blood and qi. Du Yehu's previous strength was burning himself out. He wasn't a martial artist who specialized in martial arts, so he couldn't control such a vast amount of blood and qi. He would need at least five years of recovery after this battle.The first five years of cultivation were so long! Not to mention the problem of declining qi and blood as one reaches a certain age. One step slow, every step slow, this may mean that he will be cut off from the extraordinary forever.

But Du Yehu did not hesitate at all, especially in life and death situations. The more instinctive the choice, the more it can verify one's true heart.

"It's a small matter." Du Yehu adjusted his breath secretly, regained some strength, and pushed Jiang Wang away. "I haven't reached the point where I can't walk yet. Let's go. The situation in the central palace must be even more dangerous."

Although Linghe was full of worries, it was not appropriate to say more at this time. He turned Zhao Rucheng over and carried him on his back, then picked up his own sword from the remnant body of the grudge ghost and silently guarded Du Yehu's side.

He also burned some of his own qi and blood before, but only a small amount, which did not affect his foundation. Therefore, he still had some strength to fight.

As the only intact and strongest combat power among the four, Jiang Wang naturally had to remain flexible and be ready to take action at any time. Therefore, he just walked in front with his sword, without any intention of holding hands.

Only Zhao Rucheng was still grumbling and complaining, "The boss is really considerate. Du Yehu is so clumsy, carrying me like a little chicken. What kind of image is this? If Miss Miaoyu knew, my heroic image would be ruined."

Miaoyu is now the head of Sanfen Fragrance Tower and the most popular girl in Fenglin City's Fengyue scene. Zhao Rucheng has spent thousands of silver at Sanfen Fragrance Tower to try to get close to her, but has not succeeded yet.

Du Yehu said nothing, not because he didn't want to beat him up or at least scold him, but because he really had no strength.

"Enough, enough." Jiang Wang said impatiently, "Besides the wandering souls without consciousness here, there are only grudge ghosts with confused consciousness. Who do you want to show your image to?"

"Who knows?" Zhao Rucheng became even more excited, lying on Linghe's back and gesturing, "What if there's a pretty female ghost hiding somewhere watching me? It was originally a good encounter, but it's ruined like this. Can Du Yehu afford this loss?"

Du Yehu almost sat up in shock from his deathbed, and with the last bit of strength, he wanted to beat up this talkative guy.

But before he could do anything, Linghe had already pushed him up with the hilt of his sword.

"Hiss..." Zhao Rucheng took a cold breath and immediately lost his arrogance.

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Behind the dense mist wall, in the center of Xiaolin Town, which is the central palace of this Nine Palace Formation.

A huge vortex is slowly turning. It is impossible to tell what this place originally looked like, as everything has dissolved in this silent vortex. Apart from this vortex, there is nothing else. The center of the vortex is pure black, as if it can attract people's sight and no one can escape.

Four cultivators with long-lasting qi stood beside the vortex, all of them wearing black robes and not looking around.

And not far in front of the vortex, there was a house that had been smashed to pieces, with nothing left except a brick wall.The woman in red leaned lazily against the wall.

Although she was wrapped tightly, she still exuded endless temptation. In her hand was an oval-shaped mirror, but instead of reflecting her own beauty, it showed the figures of those fighting against the vengeful ghosts in the Nine Palace Formation.

"The disciples of the Maple Forest City Daoist Academy aren't that great. Their swordsmanship is decent, but that's about it," muttered the woman in red as she put away the mirror.

"Alright, it's time. If I had known it would be this easy, I would have slept a little longer," said the woman in red as she yawned and walked towards the vortex.

As she approached the mysterious vortex, her expression became slightly serious. She bowed respectfully and said, "Greetings, Elder."

The four black-robed cultivators also bowed with her.

Then, an old man with white hair emerged from the thick fog. His face was wrinkled like tree bark, his eyes were cloudy, and he hunched over, even stumbling as he walked.

But as he took step after step, his back straightened inch by inch, and his aura continued to rise.

He paid no attention to the woman in red and the others, only staring at the vortex as if it were his eternal love, his gaze full of reverence.

By the time he reached the vortex, his aura had become as deep as the sea, making it difficult for anyone to breathe.

The woman in red lowered her head even further.

The old man closed his ring and little fingers, forming a triangle with his thumb, index, and middle fingers over his heart, and recited, "At the bottom of the River of Oblivion and the depths of the Yellow Springs, the Respected God returns to the world, illuminating the human realm."

Then he took out a white bone knife and inserted it into his own Tianling acupoint, falling straight into the vortex!