Shocking Venomous Consort: Frivolous Miss

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"Chuxi, what's wrong?" LAN Xinyu said when she saw Ling Chuxi's strange expression. She walked over with concern.

"Don't come over. Retreat, retreat!" Ling Chuxi quickly said to LAN Xinyu.

Seeing Ling Chuxi's nervous look, LAN Xinyu's expression changed. It was obvious that Ling Chuxi was facing a great crisis. From what he could remember, she was rarely this nervous.

LAN Xinyu was aware of the difference in cultivation between the two of them. She knew that if even Ling Chuxi was so nervous, she would definitely not be able to help much and would only distract Ling Chuxi. She hurriedly dragged Meng Zheng back.

At this moment, Meng Zheng's face was also very serious. Although he was not very clear what Ling Chuxi was doing, as an Emperor level master, his Six Senses were far superior to ordinary people. He instinctively sensed danger and even the hair on his back stood on end.

It was only when the two had retreated a thousand feet away that the instinctive uneasiness in Meng Zheng's heart relaxed.

The sky was still clear and vast, but it gave people a strange sense of oppression. The entire rootless sea became unusually quiet, so quiet that it made one's heart palpitate.

Everyone felt an inexplicable uneasiness.

There were many people who wanted to recover their strength and try again, but they couldn't help but stop. They gathered together with doubts in their hearts and looked outside.

An Xiuwen's heart also became restless, as if an invisible danger was constantly approaching him and devouring him.

An Xiuwen stopped and carefully looked around.

"What's going on?" Uncle Ling could no longer care about an Xiuwen. He came to LAN Xinyu's side and asked with a frown.

"I don't know. Chuxi seems to have encountered some trouble and is asking us to back off." LAN Xinyu replied uneasily.

"Ah!" Uncle Ling was anxious and wanted to rush towards Ling Chuxi.

"Wait, uncle Ling. I know Chuxi's cultivation best. If she can't handle it, then none of us can. Don't distract her." LAN Xinyu grabbed hold of uncle Ling.

"What's going on? what if something happens to the young master? how am I going to explain it to the master and the young miss?" Hearing this, uncle Ling was shocked and stopped in his tracks. What LAN Xinyu said was right. With the true combat power that Ling Chuxi had displayed earlier, which far exceeded her cultivation realm, and the powerful spiritual weapon that was comparable to a divine weapon, if even Ling Chuxi could not deal with it, he would definitely not be able to help much. On the contrary, he might even distract Ling Chuxi. The last thing he could do now was to stay far away and wait and see.

Although he didn't dare to attack, he was still anxious. The young master had just returned to the Qing-Yun realm. If something happened to him, how could he explain it to the master of the family and the young lady?

The pure white, sparkling, and vast ocean was eerily quiet. Even the rising and falling waves had stopped. An ancient flying spirit tool was quietly floating above the ocean, and on it, hundreds of pairs of eyes were filled with doubt and uneasiness as they looked outside.

This scene was so strange, but what was even more strange was that a girl in a snow-white dress stood on a flying sword with her eyes slightly closed. She stood alone on the sea, like an ice sculpture that had stood proudly for a thousand years.

Everyone was keenly aware that everything in front of them seemed to be related to Ling Chuxi. They also realized that Ling Chuxi was in a huge crisis. That crisis could very likely cause Ling Chuxi to die, and it could also very likely take their little lives.

Everyone held their breath and looked at Ling Chuxi without blinking.