Le Qianyao sat cross-legged, the dim oil lamp casting a flickering shadow between his brows. He took a deep breath, formed complex hand seals with his hands, and suddenly a golden light shone on his forehead.
"now!"
A pale golden flame rose from the center of his eyebrows, and in an instant, a curtain of light unfolded, covering the entire room.
In an instant, the surroundings became extremely quiet, and no sound from the outside world could be heard.
However, the fire of spiritual consciousness began to vibrate violently, and a tiny crack appeared at the center of the flame, accompanied by a sharp pain like minced meat, which hit deep into his brain.
The strong impact hit Le Qianyao's mind again and again like waves. Le Qianyao's face was as pale as paper, and cold sweat slid down his cold jaw, leaving dark marks on his coarse cloth.
"Damn it! Condensate for me."
He bit his tongue, the bloody smell mingling with the power of his soul, forcibly constricting the flames. A golden thread condensed from his brow, wrapping around the flames like a spring silkworm. With each circle, his mind felt like it was being gouged out by a sharp blade.
As the fire of spiritual consciousness rippled, the golden thread finally stabilized the fire of spiritual consciousness.
Afterwards, Le Qianyao controlled the fire of his spiritual consciousness and carefully ignited it. As his spiritual consciousness was released, it spread like ripples, and the surrounding scenery was reflected in Le Qianyao's mind.
The mottled earthen walls of the slums, the congealed bloodstains on the street corners, the broken strawberry cakes... the images flashed through Le Qianyao's sea of consciousness.
Starting from the place where Lina disappeared, a cold and evil soul power fluctuation, carrying Lina's breath, went out of the slums. As the trace of the breath deepened, it was finally detected in an abandoned hut in the barren mountains more than a hundred kilometers away.
"Found it."
Le Qianyao suddenly opened his eyes, and the golden flame suddenly went out.
He staggered and fell to the ground, his fingers digging deep into the earth. A suppressed groan escaped from his throat. The intense pain almost felt like it tore his brain in two.
"Brother Xiaoyao, are you okay?" Yali knelt beside him and summoned her own angel of prayer. The angel of prayer flapped its wings and scattered starlight, dropping bits of light.
When the light fell on Le Qianyao, his body seemed to be injected with vitality, and most of his fatigue disappeared instantly, but the pain brought by his spiritual consciousness was still severe.
"It seems that this is still too much of a stretch! In the future, it's better to use less spiritual sense." Le Qianyao panted and thought to himself.
But fortunately, Lina's location was found. It seemed that Lina was abducted by an evil soul master.
After a short rest, Le Qianyao struggled to stand up. He looked at Yali, gently touched her head, and said, "Lier, I found Aunt Na's location. I'll go save her now. You stay home and don't run around."
When Yali heard this, her eyes instantly turned red. She grabbed the corner of Le Qianyao's clothes tightly and cried, "No, Brother Xiaoyao, I want to go with you! I'm scared, I don't want to be home alone."
Le Qianyao was a little conflicted, but looking at Yali's pitiful appearance, he couldn't bear to refuse. After thinking for a moment, he said, "Okay, Li'er, then you must follow me closely and never leave my side, understand?" Yali nodded quickly.
After making some preparations, the two set off under the cover of night.
Le Qianyao's martial spirit possessed him, and a pair of snow-white angel wings spread out behind him, shining with holy light under the moonlight. He gently picked up Yali and rushed towards the barren mountain.
The figure was like a ghost, quickly moving across the earth accompanied by gusts of strong wind.
After walking for an unknown amount of time, they finally arrived at the foot of the barren mountain.
Under the moonlight, a thin layer of mist lingered in the mountains. Le Qianyao took a deep breath and walked up the mountain carefully with Yali.
As they approached the abandoned hut, the air was filled with a hint of blood, and the closer they got, the stronger the smell became.
Le Qianyao felt increasingly uneasy. He stopped, turned around, and whispered to Yali, "Li'er, just wait here for me. Don't make any noise. Wait until I come back."
Then, he placed a mark on Yali's body to cover up her breath.
Le Qianyao slowly approached the cabin and looked inside through the gap in the window.
In an instant, his pupils dilated, and a chill ran from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.
Inside, pale moonlight shone through the cracks in the roof onto Lina. Her hands were pierced through the wall by pitch-black bone nails. A winding bloodstain ran down her neck, staining her clothes red. Lina's eyes were closed, her face pale, and she looked lifeless.
"Auntie Na!"
Le Qianyao broke in through the window and knocked the black object out of her hand with two light blades. He carefully carried Lina down, put her on the floor, and then injected a stream of soul power into Lina's body.
There was no life left in Korina's body at this moment. Her vitality had been completely drained away, leaving only this cold, empty shell.
Lina... is dead?
Le Qianyao looked at Lina's body in disbelief, his brain felt like it had been hit by a heavy hammer and he couldn't recover for a long time.
"Hey! You little brat, you're full of energy. I'm not full yet, so I'll use you to fill my stomach!"
At this moment, a hoarse and gloomy voice came from behind Le Qianyao.
A black shadow passed by in an instant, with a cold and strange blood-red light emitting from its hand, and suddenly rushed towards Le Qianyao's back.
However, the moment Le Qianyao turned around, a hint of blood red flashed in his eyes, and murderous intent burst out uncontrollably.
boom!
As a red light flashed by, Le Qianyao's shirt suddenly burst open, revealing the ferocious Shura sword mark on his back.
"Ahhh! My hand!"
The black shadow screamed, crawled to the ground, curled up into a ball, and struggled in pain.
One of his hands had disappeared, and blood was gushing out from the broken end like a fountain.
Le Qianyao slowly turned around, and as he turned, two gorgeous yellow soul rings appeared under his feet.
His own soul power also broke through level 20 and reached level 21.
Immediately afterwards, the two yellow soul rings were covered with purple lines.
The next moment, purple lines spread across the entire soul ring like vines, and the two hundred-year-old yellow soul rings turned into two purple thousand-year-old soul rings.
"You, damn it!"
The aura on his body suddenly burst out, and the wings behind him burst into dazzling light. Under the illumination of the holy light, wisps of black smoke emerged from the body of the man in black. The moment the black smoke was illuminated by the holy light, it began to burn fiercely.
In an instant, the man in black turned into a man of fire, rolling in the flames and screaming in pain, but the flames on his body burned more and more fiercely.
"Ahhh! It hurts!"
"Repent your sins in hell!"
The man in black was gradually burned to ashes in the flames. Finally, after the black smoke burned away, a ray of light emerged from it, floated towards the angel of creation behind Le Qianyao, and merged into it.