The talisman was thrown on Yun Ziyue's body. Not only did it not cause any harm to her, it actually covered her whole body with a layer of spiritual light.
The spiritual light was clear and soft, comparable to the brightness of the moon in the darkness, and cast a protective barrier on her body.
Hong Xuan knew that he had been deceived, and secretly grinded his back molars with a sinister look.
"You bitch!" Hong Xuan stepped forward with hatred and was about to slap Yun Ziyue on the face.
Before he could get close, when he was still half a meter away from Yun Ziyue, he was shocked by the sudden surge of aura around her and took two steps back.
"Okay, it seems that this is the so-called amulet. Next, I want to see how many attacks this so-called amulet can resist for you."
Yun Ziyue sighed secretly. She didn't know how many attacks this amulet could resist for her.
The spiritual power in the amulet and other talismans all originated from her master. It seems that the spiritual power contained in the amulet and other talismans is about the same. Based on this calculation, it is estimated that she can only be protected from harm once.
The second one Hong Xuan threw was an explosive talisman. Thanks to the effect of the amulet, Yun Ziyue did not suffer any obvious damage, but the aura surrounding her became much dimmer.
Although the spiritual light dimmed, it did not dissipate. Instead, it stubbornly wrapped her body tightly without revealing any gaps.
"Master..." Yun Ziyue murmured, filled with warm spiritual light all over her body, with the aura unique to her master.
At this moment, her nose felt a little sore. Although her master was usually cold and cold, his care for her had reached the extreme.
It's a pity that before she could repay her master, her little life would be lost today at the hands of this scumbag Hong Xuan.
The third one Hong Xuan threw out was an explosive talisman. Different from the explosive talisman, it would ignite violent flames when it exploded. Its power could be said to be one level higher than that of a simple explosive talisman.
The moment the fire exploded, it was extinguished by the last spiritual light from Yun Ziyue's body, but the explosion that could shake the foundation was fully realized on her body.
"Well..." Yun Ziyue curled up, and a painful sound escaped from the corner of her lips.
Her chest was scorched black, exuding the burnt smell of cloth and flesh sticking together. As she twisted her body in pain, traces of blood flowed from the wounds.
"Haha, this talisman is good and very practical." As he said that, Hong Xuan put the three talisman papers that he had tested into his arms as if he had found a treasure.
The fourth one is the Wind Control Talisman. As the name suggests, it can use the surrounding wind power to transform the invisible into the tangible.
The moment Hong Xuan threw out the talisman, the surrounding air seemed to be still. The next moment, countless wind blades the size of willow leaves appeared in the air. Following the direction in which Hong Xuan threw the talisman, they densely pierced into Yun Ziyue's body.
Body.
"Ah!!!" This time, the pain was like a heartache, causing Yun Ziyue's curled-up body to suddenly shake, and then she lost all strength and collapsed limply on the ground.
Her body was like a funnel full of holes, with blood flowing out from everywhere.
This scene is so cruel and terrifying.
Hong Xuan looked at her extremely painful face, and the smile on his face became more soothing and proud.
However, Hong Xing and Hong Yan behind him were a little bit intolerable, and several other Qingtan Sect disciples turned their heads and did not dare to look.
"Senior Brother Hong, please let it go... She has already become like this..." Among them, a thin-looking young man from the Qingtan Sect began to plead.
Hong Xuan glanced at him and said coldly: "Let her go. Will you try this last talisman on her behalf?"
"..." The young man was frightened by his sinister eyes and couldn't help shrinking his body and standing behind the crowd.
The last talisman was raised, and rain began to fall from the sky, ticking and crackling.
"..." Yun Ziyue lay on the ground with an angry look, looking at the ice-condensing talisman in Hong Xuan's hand, the corners of her mouth drooped weakly.
It's so ironic, God doesn't know what he has against her, but it rains at this time.
The talismans were flying, the air around them suddenly dropped, the rain was thick, and the cold air was rising.
The paper talisman exploded with light waves on Yun Ziyue's body, and soon the air surrounding her became colder and colder. Looking up at the sky, it was completely white.
The raindrops a few meters above her body all condensed into ice at this moment, like transparent ice cones, dense and thin, covering the sky and the earth.
"..." Hong Xuan looked at Yun Ziyue being stabbed to the bone by ice picks all over the sky, with an extremely fanatical expression on his face.
These talismans are so powerful that even highly capable monks can only attack based on their own spiritual root attributes, either fire or water.
But these talismans can actually attack with any attribute.
Unfortunately, the woman in front of me refused to say anything.
But with these talismans in hand, he could take them back and study them slowly.
He stepped forward and kicked Yun Ziyue's stiff and bloody body. Seeing that she had no reaction, Hong Xuan twitched the corners of his mouth happily.
"It seems that this woman is dead. It's raining heavily. Let's go." After saying that, Hong Xuan turned around gracefully, his back looking arrogant and arrogant.
After Hong Xuan left, a figure holding an umbrella appeared next to Yun Ziyue.
"Tsk, it's so miserable!" Xing Yan looked at her expressionlessly for a long time, then slowly squatted down and said with a slight tangle: "Tell me, should I let you die, or should I keep you alive?"
At this time, Yun Ziyue could be said to be alive and dead, and she was afraid that after a moment, her soul would completely fly into the sky.
After a moment, Xing Yan placed a palm on Yun Ziyue's blood-filled forehead, and the gurgling spiritual power flowed into Yun Ziyue's body along the palm of his hand, gradually integrating into her limbs and bones.
To save her breath for the time being, Xing Yan grabbed Yun Yue's waist with one hand, put it on his arm, and strode away.
An abandoned farmhouse in the suburbs, with the sound of rain outside the window and the warmth of candles inside.
In addition to the mask on his face, Xing Yan changed into a dark green gown, and his unfettered long hair was tied with a black hairband, completely revealing his extremely handsome and dazzling face.
Lying on the simple but clean bed was a thin figure that was almost soaked in blood. Xing Yan's slender back was straight, and he watched coldly for a moment before taking out a spiritual elixir from his arms and putting it into her mouth with a cold face.
Gradually, Yun Ziyue's chest began to rise and fall regularly, and her face was no longer as cold and stiff as a dead person.
Xing Yan opened the window, letting the wind and rain pour in, and gave an order to a figure standing in the courtyard, "Go to the nearest Jiyue Pavilion and get what I need."
The imperial corpse obeyed the order, fearless of wind and rain, and soon disappeared into the darkness.
Xing Yan closed the window and walked to the bed again. On the bed, Yun Ziyue frowned, seeming to endure great pain.
"Hot, so hot..." A painful and unbearable voice came from Yun Ziyue's dry and hoarse throat.
"..." Xing Yan knew that her heat was not the heat on the surface of her body, but the heat from the talisman that could burn flesh and blood.
Taking a deep breath, Xing Yan reluctantly reached out and injected spiritual power into her body again to soothe the burning pain in her body.
