[Transmigration Book] Forced to the days of the Holy Father

When Chu Zhaoran used the silence technique, he was already mentally prepared for Yun Zheng to ask him, so he was not surprised when he heard Yun Zheng's question.

"My uncle and the sect master have known each other for a long time. They often have exchanges about cultivation. I have seen him use it before, so I secretly wrote it down." Chu Zhaoran explained.

Master has done a lot of research on things like exercises, and used to exchange his cultivation experience with elders from other sects.

Although the trick Chu Zhaoran used just now is unique to the Spirit Sword Sect, it is not a rare thing, nor can it be passed on to others, and the truly precious mentality, Master will not easily tell others about it.

It's just that Yun Zheng was a little surprised when he saw that Chu Zhaoran could use it.

No wonder the master agreed to let Chu Zhaoran live in Cangyun Peak temporarily. It turned out that he and Chu Zhaoran's uncle were old friends.

Yun Zheng nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

This topic has been brought up like this.

Yun Zheng looked at the white mist around him, and found that the mist was really strange, as if it had vitality and followed them spiritually.

Just now when he lit the yellow talisman to disperse part of the mist, Yun Zheng discovered that the mist could avoid the attack of the yellow talisman.

Have these white mists become fine...

Sure enough, it is impossible to look at the creatures of the Green Forest with ordinary eyes.

Yun Zheng was puzzled in his heart, and suddenly felt a tingling pain in his fingers.

He frowned, looked at his hand, and found that the tip of his index finger was bitten by something, and blood dripped out.

"Yunzheng?" Chu Zhaoran was walking ahead, but when he saw that Yunzheng hadn't followed, he hurriedly stopped and asked, "But what abnormality did you find?"

He came to Yun Zheng's side.

"Just now, my finger was bitten by something..."

Before Yun Zheng could finish his sentence, Chu Zhaoran grabbed his hand nervously and said, "Let me see the wound."

But when he looked at Yun Zheng's hand up and down, he couldn't help asking in doubt: "I didn't find any wound."

Yun Zheng didn't know whether to laugh or cry, raised his hand that was really injured, and said, "Here it is..."

As he spoke, his voice suddenly stopped.

Yun Zheng stared blankly at the originally injured index finger, his eyes were a little complicated.

Obviously just now... the index finger was bleeding, but now there is no trace of it.

"This hand was injured just now, but strangely, the bloodstains are gone." Yun Zheng raised his index finger, but the fingertip was still unscarred.

Chu Zhaoran also frowned, and said: "We have to find a way to clean up this strange mist, I always feel that they are causing trouble."

At this time, there were slight footsteps not far away.

"Da da da……"

Yun Zheng summoned the Jixing Sword from the scabbard, and slowly pointed his sword at the source of the sound.

Although it can't be determined whether it is an enemy or a friend, but whoever appears here at this moment must be a bad person.

The white mist in front of him suddenly condensed into a vortex, heading towards the source of the sound.

The white mist dispersed, and they finally saw the surrounding scene clearly.

Fifty feet away from them, stood a beautiful woman in black. She spread her hands and let the mist fly towards her.

The white mist gradually melted into her body, making her face paler and paler.

The originally ruddy face gradually became extremely pale, without a trace of blood.

The white mist completely entered her body, and she floated up in the air, and the original black clothes turned white in an instant.

Even though she is very beautiful, if someone sees her, the first thing she will feel is not surprise, but fear.

Black hair and white clothes.

And her pale face.

It looks like a ghost in hell.

She moved her lips, her voice was as cold as ice, "If you want to get out of here, you have to pass my pass first!"

The clothes on her body were blown into a mess by the strong wind. As soon as she finished speaking, countless silver needles were shot out from her hands. There was a little black on the tip of the needles, and the inside was poisonous. Once it touches the skin, it will definitely kill you. !

Yun Zheng poured his spiritual power into the sword, and did not swing the Pole Star Sword, but it had already formed a barrier in front of him.

The silver needles touched the barrier, and the barrier was shattered by the strength of the silver needles, but those poisonous needles were also dissipated, and all fell to the ground.

The woman in white didn't seem to care that her move was dispelled. She moved her finger, and the poisonous needle on the ground sprayed out a thick black mist in an instant.

It was dispelled by a ball of red light thrown by Chu Zhaoran.

The woman in white is still expressionless.

After two consecutive moves were resolved, she stopped quietly in mid-air, staring straight at them.

Then, her lips moved, and a strange ballad came out of her mouth.

The lyrics of this song cannot be understood by ordinary people, but they can only feel the weird feeling expressed in it, as if countless hands drilled out of the ground, grabbed your feet, and dragged you to hell.

On the ground where Chu Zhaoran was standing, many ghost hands appeared. They had sharp claws, and they quickly reached out to him, trying to catch him.

But Yun Zheng was very close to him, but he was not attacked by the ghost hand.

As he listened to the song, his other hand trembled uncontrollably.

Immediately, blood flowed from his fingertips continuously, and the severe pain engulfed Yun Zheng's consciousness, making him unable to think normally.

Just... felt something bite his finger.

Is it the hands of this man in white...

That thing, is a silver needle?

No, not silver needles.

Yun Zheng saw the silver needles that had just fallen to the ground, and because they lost their strength, they gradually turned into small white bugs.

After they turned into white worms, the pupae moved a few times before losing their vitality.

Those are not silver needles, but poisonous insects.

Yun Zheng was in a daze for a moment, and almost fainted.

He tried his best to support himself, clenched the Pole Star Sword in his hand, and was about to move the Pole Star Sword, but the blue light on the Pole Star Sword gradually dimmed.

The spiritual power in his body...

It can't be used anymore!

With a bang, the Jixing Sword fell from Yun Zheng's hand.

At this time, Chu Zhaoran burned the ghost's hands with flames, and was finally able to move.

He hurried over to catch Yun Zheng's body that almost fell.

Yun Zheng was lying in his arms, blood was still bleeding from his right hand.

Chu Zhaoran wanted to cast a spell to stop the bleeding and heal Yun Zheng's wound, but found that no matter what he did, the wound on Yun Zheng's hand still did not heal.

He looked up at the woman in white with a cold face, reached out to pick up Yunzheng's Polar Star Sword, and put it beside Yunzheng.

Yun Zheng didn't really faint, but his consciousness began to blur. If he didn't get rid of that person, his life might be in danger.

Yun Zheng murmured a word, but because of his lack of strength, the volume of what he said was too low for Chu Zhaoran to hear clearly.

He leaned in front of Yun Zheng and asked in a low voice, "Yun Zheng, what did you say?"

Yun Zheng repeated it, but Chu Zhaoran still didn't hear clearly.

When Yun Zheng said it for the third time, he finally understood a few words.

Yun Zheng said: "Leave me alone..."

Chu Zhaoran refused without thinking.

He smiled wryly, "How could I ignore you..."

Chu Zhaoran put the Jixing Sword beside Yun Zheng, wanting to form the sword into a barrier to protect Yun Zheng, but because Yun Zheng couldn't use spiritual power, Ji Xing couldn't activate the barrier at all.

He held the Polar Star Sword and began to inject his demon power into it.

Unexpectedly, the Polar Star Sword did not produce any repulsion. It would desperately bounce back against the power of people other than its owner, refusing to accept the power of others.

At this moment, it is very quiet, slowly accepting Chu Zhaoran's monster power.

Maybe it knows that its master is very dangerous now, so it does nothing and willingly absorbs the power of others.

The woman in white moved at this moment, she flew down, and instead of touching Chu Zhaoran, she stretched out her hand, wanting to touch Yun Zheng in his arms.

At this moment, Chu Zhaoran injected the last ray of monster power into it, and the barrier formed immediately.

He gently put Yun Zheng on the ground.

Yun Zheng lay quietly in the barrier, and the woman in white stretched out her hand towards him.

A long green whip swung over vigorously.

The woman in white dodged sideways, her face was injured by the long whip, and the whip marks were left immediately.

She touched her face and frowned, seeming a little unhappy.

Yun Zheng's breathing was very shallow at this time, but Chu Zhaoran didn't notice that when he hurt the woman in white, an identical welt appeared on Yun Zheng's face at the same position.

Chu Zhaoran seemed to feel that the whip was not smooth enough, so he put away his sharp claws, moved his fingers, and a green sword appeared in his palm.

With a wave of his hand, countless water splashes appeared around the man in white.

Those splashes, like sharp knives, cut scars on her body.

The man's face remained motionless, as if he wasn't the one who was hurt, and she didn't even have the intention of avoiding it.

Blood began to flow from her body, gradually staining her white clothes red.

The man in white moved his eyelids and said, "Chu Zhaoran, look at what that is..."

She pointed in the direction where Yun Zheng was.

Chu Zhaoran didn't have time to think about why she knew his name, and when he saw the direction the woman was pointing, he couldn't think about anything else.

He was worried that when he was not around, someone would attack the weak Yunzheng, and he was also worried that it was not the power injected by the sword master, and the barrier of the Polar Star Sword would not last long.

But when he saw that the barrier was intact, but Yun Zheng's body was covered with blood, Chu Zhaoran's face instantly turned extremely pale.

"Yun Zheng!"

Why... There are other scars on Yun Zheng's body, and those marks are exactly the same size as the sword marks in his hand.

"If you don't kill me, you can't get out of this place; if you kill me, Yun Zheng will die." The man in white said.

The woman in white showed her first smile here, but she looked extremely sarcastic.

"The wounds I have suffered will be reflected on him one by one."