C81

81 Falling into the Abyss

As Leng Feishuang held the Demon God Flower, she felt a strange feeling in her heart, a feeling that she couldn't explain clearly. She had felt it before, but now this feeling was even stronger.

By the time Leng Feishuang reacted, it was already too late. The ball of spiritual energy struck her left shoulder, and at the same time, the huge impact caused her to fall into the deep abyss behind her.

Leng Fei laughed, haha, as expected, there was a price to pay for getting the treasure. A cold wind blew past his ears, and the hole on it had gradually become smaller.

At this moment, he felt something tightening around his waist. A cold, clear lotus fragrance drifted over. Leng Fei's eyes opened and closed, and what entered his sight was a white jade mask. "Di Wuxiang …"

Di Wuxiang lowered her head and looked at her, then looked at her surroundings again. At this moment, both of their bodies were rapidly descending, so Leng Feiyu tried to test them out, but she couldn't muster any energy. It was obvious that this was a problem, but if this was the case, then if they fell down, they would become meat paste.

Leng Feishuang didn't know why, but in her heart, there was a trace of panic. But now it was unusually calm, and she wasn't worried about what would happen. She glanced at Di Wuxiang's chin, perhaps it was because of this' god '.

Outside, the elder felt himself sent flying by a powerful force. He fell to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood. "Teacher, how are you?"

That elder slowly stood up, clutching his chest, coldly staring at Leng Ning, "Do you know who picked the Demon God Flower?"

Leng Ning was puzzled. She shook her head. How would she know who it was?

"It's your trash Fourth Sister. Didn't you say that she's a trash that can't cultivate? How could that trash get the Demon God Flower before me?" He now had the urge to strangle Leng Ning to death. He originally wanted to get the Demon God Flower and obtain its hidden great power, then he would be the master of the Jia Lan Immortal Mountain.

Leng Ning stood there like she had been struck by lightning, unable to recover from her shock. What? Leng Feibiao? That's Leng Feibiao? Impossible, absolutely impossible …

On the other side, Leng Feishuang and Di Wuxiang finally landed on the ground. They were a little surprised to see that they had already landed on the ground safely. "Your cultivation wasn't suppressed?"

Di Wuxiang glanced at her, and then walked towards the passage in front. Leng Fei, who was standing behind her, rubbed her nose.

Leng Feishuang intended to keep the demon god flowers in his interspatial ring, but no one expected that they would actually turn into a red light, shining between Leng Feishuang's eyebrows.

Di Wuxiang wanted to stop him, but it was already too late. At this time, Leng Feishuang only felt that every cell in her body was very hot. She felt as if she was about to combust.

Di Wuxiang grabbed Leng Fei's wrist, and checked his pulse. He frowned as he pulled Leng Fei's hands and sat on the ground.

With a light stroke, a bloody wound appeared on Di Wuxiang's palm. She quickly drew a complicated rune in the air with her finger. With a flick of her finger, the rune entered Leng Feishuang's body.

Di Wuxiang wrapped her arms around Leng Fei and pulled him into her embrace. Lowering her head to look at the person in her embrace, she let out a sigh, then touched her pulse and let out a sigh of relief, "What a reckless little fellow. With your current body, forcefully absorbing the power of the demon god flowers will only result in your body exploding and dying."

After Di Wuxiang finished speaking, he couldn't help coughing out loud. He could see that his face was deathly pale. It could be seen that the seal had consumed a lot of energy.

Just like this, Di Wuxiang was sitting on the ground meditating, while Leng Feibiao was leaning against his chest, his face still red.

After an unknown amount of time, Leng Feishuang finally moved his eyelids, as if he was about to wake up. However, Di Wuxiang still sat there, unmoving.

Finally, Leng Feishuang slowly opened his eyes, what entered his eyes was a perfect jaw, after being stunned for two seconds, Leng Feishuang quickly reacted, quickly getting up. Di Wuxiang also slowly opened her eyes, but under the mask, her face was even paler.

"About that, thank you," Leng Wuxiang vaguely remembered that it was Di Wuxiang who had helped her suppress it.

Di Wuxiang didn't say anything. He only indifferently looked at Leng Feidi, "Help the Self up!" Finally, a cold voice came from inside the cavern.

Leng Feishuang walked over, seeing that he had helped her, he didn't feel that it was a big deal. He grabbed Di Wuxiang's arm and pulled her up with all his strength. Damn, why was it so heavy? But luckily, Leng Feishuang was able to pull Di Wuxiang up.

She sensed that there was something wrong with his aura. Could it be that Di Wuxiang had caused him to act like this just now? But that's not necessary. One must know that the person in front of him is a freak.

"Do you need this great deity to show you?" Di Wuxiang's gnashing voice came from above his head. He was like this because of her, but she really was an ingrate.

Leng Fei's hairs were standing on end as she looked at Di Wuxiang, "There's no need for that. Let's move forward, you should be careful of your feet."

This was the first time he had come into such close contact with Di Wuxiang. Leng Feishuang felt that his heart was actually beating so fast; it should be because he was too nervous, and was afraid that if the person beside him wasn't happy, he would be able to finish her off.