Zhong Zihao has no sense of belonging to Biyang Yun Palace, and he doesn't even have a strong sense of belonging to Cang Yan Sect. Apart from Yi Feng's concern for him, only Wen Xiu has some feelings for him.
I still remember that when he returned from the day he broke into the Scarlet Xiao Tower, Wen Xiu had been standing at the door of the courtyard waiting for him...
"call out!"
A stream of light flashed by, and Zhong Zihao formed seals with his hands as he flew by. The "Qiankun Formation" was instantly deployed, and the area for several miles was instantly plunged into darkness.
The phantom that was chasing Wen Xiu and the two men was so powerful that it had condensed into a semi-corporeal body, and its combat power was comparable to that of a warrior at the peak of the Saint Realm.
He couldn't guarantee whether the Qiankun Array would be useful or not, he just wanted to hinder the speed of the phantom.
At the same time, the pure spatial power of the left hand filled the air, tearing out the empty hand in an instant.
At this moment, Wen Xiu had fallen to the ground, and Ji Xueqing was about to take action, but as soon as she was halfway up, the terrifying evil energy made her mind dizzy, and the true energy she had just gathered suddenly collapsed.
Seeing the evil spirit reaching out and attacking, she couldn't even muster the strength to escape.
"Senior sister, leave quickly and leave me alone!"
Unexpectedly, although Wen Xiu was shy and had a weak personality, he could still stay awake at critical moments. He didn't know where the strength came from, and he suddenly got up, grabbed Ji Xueqing and threw her to the side.
"Junior brother!"
Ji Xueqing escaped from the clutches of the devil and her beautiful eyes widened. She saw that the evil spirit's attack was only two feet away from Wen Xiu.
Just when he was horrified, there was a fluctuation in the space in the darkness, and a figure swept out of it. Just as he grabbed Wen Xiu's arm, his back was already hit by the palm of the resentful spirit.
"Bang!"
Even with Zhong Zihao's physical strength, resisting this blow was like being struck by lightning, and a feeling that could make people lose their mind spread to their mind.
"Buzz!"
Suddenly, a colorful ray of light bloomed from the depths of the sea of soul consciousness, and Zhong Zihao's eyes instantly became clear.
He jumped up, picked up the stunned Ji Xueqing in his hands, and ran away.
At this time, the world had already returned to clarity. At the moment when he was hit by the resentful spirit, when his true energy was exhausted, the power of the Qiankun Formation had already collapsed.
However, the resentful spirits behind them seemed to be following them closely. Except for some of the dead disciples, there were no living people in the field. After a moment's hesitation, they chased after a few of them.
As for the other resentful spirits, they had already chased and killed the disciples of Biyang Yun Palace and disappeared without a trace.
"Junior Brother Zhong, you!"
Wen Xiu and Ji Xueqing had just walked around the Gate of Hell, and they still couldn't believe that it was this junior brother who saved their lives.
Zhong Zihao had no time to care about the two of them, his mind was running at high speed, thinking of ways to escape.
Nowadays, there are two ways to get rid of the resentful spirit. One is to continue to escape with the secret technique of tearing away empty hands. When he thinks of the other method, his eyes shine brightly, and he always wants to go back and give it a try.
Taking another sip of true energy, and seeing that the surroundings were relatively safe, Zhong Zihao put the two of them down, looked at the resentful spirit more than a hundred feet away behind him, and said: "You go first, I will lead it away!"
Immediately, without waiting for the two of them to react, it turned into a stream of light and swept back.
"Junior brother, no!"
The two were shocked and wanted to step forward to help, but considering their little strength, they seemed to be unable to do anything except hold them back.
"Walk!"
Wen Xiu made a quick decision, and the true energy in his body exploded, pulling Ji Xueqing away quickly.
During Zhong Zihao's flight, his soul power had already sunk into the nether world, and he ordered: "Fire Spirit, let me try using your white flame!"
"What?"
Huo Ling seemed to have not yet woken up, and there was a blur of consciousness.
"Stop talking nonsense, help me control a wisp of white flame in my hand!" Zhong Zihao shouted.
"Oh!" the guy replied reluctantly.
I thought to myself, wasn’t it agreed that I would be allowed to enter this space and just evolve, but why was it that I was asked to work again?
But after thinking about it, the fire spirit did not dare to neglect, and carefully pulled out a wisp of flame, for fear of accidentally burning the owner.
The next moment, a white light shone on Zhong Zihao's right palm. Feeling this terrifying temperature, he couldn't help but secretly exclaimed: "The flames that even warriors who have entered the holy realm dare not touch should also have an effect on resentful spirits."
Suddenly the speed doubled, like a sharp sword being shot out, and the palm of the hand was raised to strike at the resentful spirit.
The latter paused, perhaps sensing the aura of the creature approaching, and stretched out his hands to grab it without thinking.
"laugh……"
The palms carrying white flames touched the palms of the resentful spirit, and the latter melted quickly like ice and snow meeting fire. In an instant, most of the two arms disappeared, and there seemed to be a vague scream.
Zhong Zihao frowned. It seemed that if he wanted to hurt this semi-corporeal spirit, he could only do it after the fire spirit evolved into a human form.
Immediately afterwards, he was shocked to find that when the remaining half of the wraith's arms were waving, the one that had just disappeared took shape again, and a monstrous evil energy burst out at the same time, grabbing at him again.
Come to think of it, the resentful spirit also hates the humans in front of it for hurting it, and is ready to take revenge.
Zhong Zihao sighed. At this moment, he obviously had no way to deal with the resentful spirit.
Looking back, the two figures of Wen Xiu and Wen Xiu were no longer visible. When he moved his left hand again, pure space power surged out, and their figures disappeared.
…
After using his empty hand several times, he was at least two hundred miles away from the original place. Seeing that the surroundings were temporarily safe, Zhong Zihao had no intention of looking for the disciples of Biyang Yun Palace. He could just find a quiet place to retreat and break through.
He finally found a cave with a good environment, drank the fountain of life to recover from his injuries, and adjusted his breathing for half an hour to calm his mind. Just as he was about to retreat, he was awakened by the sound of fighting.
Judging from the sounds, there should be three or four people fighting, and two of them kept yelling and cursing, which roughly meant that the Xuanyin Temple disciples were despicable and shameless.
Zhong Zihao felt that the voice sounded familiar and decided to come out and take a look.
When he saw the scene in front of him, he couldn't help but frown: "Do you want to save me?"
The four people fighting in front of him, two of them were Huo Jincheng and Quan Chang from Xiefeng Island, that is, Senior Brother Huo and Junior Brother Quan who had repeatedly provoked him.
At this moment, the two of them were wielding their swords together, using all their skills but still encountering danger frequently. Although their opponent's cultivation level was also at the early stage of entering the Saint Realm, their combat power was much stronger.
Judging from the clothes of those two people, they must be disciples of the Xuanyin Temple.
"ah!"
Suddenly there was a scream, and one of Quan Chang's arms was cut off by his opponent.
Huo Jincheng was too busy to take care of himself and had no time to rescue him, so he could only curse: "The disciples of the Xuanyin Temple are all despicable villains. If you hadn't attracted the resentful spirits to separate us, you would be the ones who died today!"
"Tsk tsk tsk!"
The other two people clicked their tongues and laughed strangely: "Those who dare to scold our Xuanyin Temple will die without mercy."
Zhong Zihao shook his head, and with a flash of light in his hand, the God-Slaying Sword suddenly jumped into it: "They are lucky to have met me!"
He didn't have a good impression of the two people on Xiefeng Island, but Xuanyin Temple went too far. Wen Xiu and Ji Xueqing almost died because of them. Since they met, he didn't mind meddling in their own affairs one more time.
"Are you two from the Xuanyin Temple?" A strong wind blew past, and Zhong Zihao had already arrived at the venue.
"So what?"
The disciple who cut off Quan Chang's arm was shocked when he heard this, but after seeing that the other party only had the peak cultivation level of Tongxuan Realm, he couldn't help but laugh: "Do you still want to stand up for them?"
"Junior brother, help quickly!"
Quan Chang saw that the person coming was a disciple of Biyang Yun Palace. No matter what his cultivation level was, his life was at stake at this moment, and he couldn't let go even if it was a straw.
However, Zhong Zihao didn't look at him twice. He looked at the Xuanyin Temple disciples with an increasingly gloomy look, and only squeezed out one word from between his teeth: "Death!"
The next moment, a bright sword light burst out from the God-Slaying Sword.