Chapter 21: The Power of Shen Nong's Tripod!

  As the intangible aura surged out, Ling Wu's ice staff flashed with a blue light, as if reflecting each other. A power similar to the force of life, centered on Ling Wu, rushed out with an unstoppable force.

  Not far away, Zhan Xiuzhen and others were bathed in a familiar atmosphere, the suffocating feeling in their hearts slightly improved, and their darkened complexions also slowly recovered without realizing it. As several people worried about Ling Wushuang, the doubts and shocks in their hearts grew stronger.

  "Whoosh——"

  Several Death God puppets near Ling Wu Shuang stiffened, seemingly wary of this aura, and even had a hint of retreating intention, but in the end, they still stopped on the spot, without any movement.

  In the pitch-black depths, snow-white skeletons emerged like ants, and upon encountering this aura, they began to tremble. The surrounding area was suddenly filled with the sound of cracking bones.

  Ling Wushuang's forehead was covered in a dense layer of fine sweat, "Indeed useful"

  But this was already the limit of what she could muster, and as she continued to exert her life force, her brain was wracked with a struggling pain, no matter how great her spiritual strength, it couldn't support her continuing output.

  "Perhaps this thing is useful too." Ling Wu Xuan lowered his gaze and stared at the icy-colored staff in his hand, placing his hopes on it.

  But just as she finished saying this, the light of the aquamarine-colored ice scepter dimmed, and the familiar aura quickly dissipated. The scepter in her hand seemed to be just an ordinary icicle made of ordinary ice, and even felt fragile, as if it would shatter with a slight squeeze.

  "No way" Ling Wu's forehead was sweating cold sweat, if it were somewhere else, she would definitely laugh out loud, but her current expression, smiling was even harder than crying.

  What she had worked so hard to get was just a piece of junk? This joke is going too far!

  Thinking of this, Ling Wushuang almost spat out a mouthful of blood. At this time, there was no time to think so much, and with a flick of his hand, he put it into the Qingyu Ancient Ring.

  She exerted her life force with all her might, but it could only temporarily suppress these things, and perhaps couldn't even last a few seconds.

  Now, there's only one way out - run!

  "Hoo-hoo——"

  Just as Ling Wu Shuang was thinking of retreating, the expected event still occurred. In the pitch-black and seemingly bottomless giant pit, a strong gust of wind suddenly burst forth, and an invisible aura of death shot out like magma, causing the surrounding dead energy to become dozens of times more intense in an instant!

  When encountering this breath, the puppet that was originally only slightly distracted suddenly seemed to be filled with power, and its body's dense dark aura surged up violently.

  "Not good!"

  A surge of intense death energy, like a tangible substance, slammed into Ling Wu's body, causing her heart to feel suffocated and her pupils to suddenly constrict. Her mind was like a muffled thunderclap, making her vision turn gray for an instant.

  But in the next second, a dark purple light flashed between her eyebrows, and something in her mind's recognition sea shook slightly. A seal loosened, revealing a burst of power, like a clear spring pouring in, and her eyes suddenly cleared up!

  At this moment, at the top of the mountains, in the magnificent and majestic palace suspended in mid-air, a man with jet-black hair and red hair leaning on his desk, furrowed his eyebrows almost imperceptibly, and the jade pen held in his slender fingers also came to a stop. After quietly sensing for a few seconds, his thin lips curled up slightly, before he continued with what he was doing.

  "Unparalleled!"

  Zhan Xiu and others saw Ling Wusuo in mid-air, and their hearts suddenly tightened.

  "Quickly!" Ling Wu shouted as he instantly flew towards the exit where they were standing.

  The aura of death here is endless, and with her current strength, the power of life that can be mobilized is too weak to resist for long. Moreover, if it weren't for a mysterious force that helped her hold on just now, she would have been thrown into this giant pit, leaving no bones behind.

  At this time, Ling Wu seemed to have also realized that in her sea of consciousness, something was sealed. The familiar power would always be shaken when she was in mortal danger.

  What's going on?

  She, who was busy escaping for her life, didn't have time to think about it, and with a light flutter of the fire wings behind her back, she rushed towards the exit at an incredible speed, forming a red streak of light in the dark black abyss, constantly flashing in mid-air.

  Zhan Xiu and the others, upon hearing this, quickly retreated towards the entrance, while behind them, a dense forest of white skeletons had already climbed out of the dark giant pit, chasing after them. The sound of their skeletal jaws chattering grew clearer and clearer.

  They were already at the entrance and didn't go deep inside, so they arrived in just a few steps.

  "Peerless, quickly!" Several people turned around, staring intently at Ling Wuduo who was rapidly approaching from a distance. Although Ling Wuduo had the Fire Wings, the Death God puppets here were at least quasi-god level, and their speed was only slightly faster than hers, almost sticking to her back.

  "Damn it!" Ling Wu Shuang had just flown out, but in an instant, several Death God Puppets suddenly rose into the air and attacked her with expressionless faces.

  "Boom!"

  A giant hammer-shaped gale, suddenly and vividly chopped on Ling Wushuang's back, she didn't have time to close her eyes, her chest cavity suddenly hurt, in an instant the blood gas surged up, the giant hammer instantly blasted her into the high sky.

  "Boom!"

  Ling Wushuang crashed to the ground, creating a large crater. The rocks near the dark abyss continued to collapse.

  "Invincible!" War Xiu shouted loudly, inadvertently inhaling a wisp of death energy, his entire nervous system numbed, his back softened, and he almost collapsed to the ground.

  Zhan Qi and Zhang Yi's eyes also overflowed with shock and worry, but the surrounding space seemed to be locked down, the air was thick with an almost palpable deathly aura, making it difficult for them to move even half a step. They could only stare as Ling Wu Shuang was blasted to the ground, their eyes all turning crimson.

  "Hiss——"

  Just as several people were in despair, they heard a hissing sound and looked up to see Ling Wusuo's grayish-white figure jumping out with her teeth clenched and her mouth twisted, her fiery wings spread behind her back, and she quickly pounced on them in mid-air.

  "It's okay!?" Seeing Ling Wushuang's lively figure again, Zhang Yi almost choked on his own saliva and couldn't help but feel relieved, "Fortunately, nothing happened."

  This attack is at least quasi-divine level, yet this little girl managed to withstand it without even breaking a sweat, truly unbelievable.

  "Want to die" Ling Wu's double teeth, hidden in the gap, had a faint bloody aura, whether it was painful or not, only she knew. The puppet that attacked her was at least a secondary god level, if not for her body being tempered by the Chaotic Fire to an abnormal extent, she would have been blown to pieces long ago.

  "Musō, kai!"

  Zhan Xiu saw Ling Wusuo's back, more and more stone statues awakened, getting closer and closer to her, his hands clenched with bulging veins, his eyes turned red with urgency.

  Ling Wushuang's silver teeth clenched tightly, using up the last of his Xuan Qi to summon the life force of a thousand li of vines, barely holding back the relentless pursuit of the Death God Puppet behind him. The silver-white power and the surrounding black death energy retreated as he advanced.

  "Boom!"

  In a moment of carelessness, she was caught off guard by a series of attacks from behind, and the terrifying aura brushed against Ling Wushuang's body. Ling Wushuang's throat tightened, and her entire person was knocked forward, the pain in her chest almost making her vomit out her heart.

  "I'm going to your grandfather!" Ling Wu Shuang shook his body, didn't stop for a moment, covered his chest and continued to flee. At this time, he suddenly opened his mouth and shouted out a dirty word, which made Zhan Xiu and others both shocked and amused.

  Taking advantage of this attack, Ling Wushuang quickly rushed forward, getting closer to the entrance, and also made a good fortune out of misfortune.

  "Hmm..."

  A red light flashed and arrived, Ling Wushuang finally pounced on the entrance.

  Zhan Xiu and the others had also retreated at this time, drilling into the dark tunnel like a spider web. Behind several people, dense white bones crawled towards them, making people's hair stand on end. The death god puppets in mid-air also followed closely.

  "Hurry!" Ling Wu Xuan's spiritual energy was almost depleted and he had reached his limit. At this moment, the only way to survive was to escape the Dark Sacred Temple as quickly as possible.

  Zhan Xiu and the others gritted their teeth and rushed out wildly, but with their speed, how could they compare to the Death God puppets behind them? Almost at the same time as they rushed out of the entrance, several Death God puppets pounced forward, swinging the sharp blades in their hands, expressionless, chopping towards them.

  "Boom——"

  At the critical moment, Ling Wusuo waved his hand and sacrificed an object. The black treasure tripod was as big as a palm and quickly expanded. At this time, no one noticed that on the distant stone wall, to the left of the king's seat pattern, the ancient treasure tripod image suddenly flashed once.

  "Whoosh——"

  The Shennong Ding burst out, rapidly expanding, and in the blink of an eye, it had transformed into a giant cauldron as tall as a person. The ancient aura shook the several dead god puppets closest to it, causing them to involuntarily retreat a few steps, but only for an instant before they charged forward again.

  Taking advantage of this moment, Warqi and others who were panting also didn't have time to think much, quickly escaping.

  Ling Wushuang was also somewhat surprised, but she didn't think that the broken jar would be smashed, and the Shen Nong Ding would be thrown out. It turned out that these things were a bit intimidating to her, however. After thinking about it, she realized that among the things on her body, only this thing could withstand the attacks of these puppets, and it was the only one that could do so.

  "Knock knock—"

  The Shennong tripod was rapidly expanding, blocking the narrow entrance in front of it. One by one, the dead god puppets, with their bodies covered in a whirlwind of cold air, brought an aura of terror as they desperately crashed into the Shennong tripod that stood before them.

  "Clang clang——"

  The continuous impact sent out a series of crisp sounds, which made Ling Wu Shuang's scalp numb with fear. However, unexpectedly, the Shen Nong Ding remained as stable as Mount Tai, unaffected by their attacks, without suffering any damage. The numerous puppeteers, devoid of consciousness, were unaware of pain and mechanically continued to collide and strike it.

  Ling Wushuang's eyebrows finally revealed a hint of joy, and he mustered up almost depleted spiritual energy to propel the Shen Nong Ding into high-speed rotation, expanding it by several folds before firmly blocking the entrance.

  "Th...!" Zhan Xi and the others inadvertently turned their heads, saw this scene, were shocked with their mouths wide open, and couldn't speak. Was that Dan Ding?

  "Go!" Ling Wu Xuan turned his head to leave, but suddenly caught sight of a giant pit wall not far away, with a black curved knife inserted into it. The posture was as majestic and proud as the Dark Night King, with an exquisite arc that was flawless, showing its extraordinary nature. The curved black sword blade emitted a mysterious aura.

  Ling Wushuang's inability to resist treasure had struck again, and what made her spit blood was that the things she had risked her life for were useless as soon as they fell into her hands. Perhaps they were just inferior goods. Not taking a few more things would be an insult to her efforts.

  Ling Wushuang swiftly assessed the situation around her, gritted her teeth, and a section of emerald green vines suddenly appeared in her hand. Like a silver snake, it curved and extended from beside several Death God puppets, quickly wrapping around the black curved knife, then with a reverse grip, she forcefully pulled it towards herself.

  "This is going to be the death of me!"

  In the instant that the black curved knife was grasped in her hand, Ling Wu's feet kicked out, and she violently flew backwards, at the same time raising her hand to swing it, the Divine Farmer's Cauldron flying up to block in front of her. In the second she jumped into the Black Path, she recalled the cauldron, instantly sealing off the passageway!

  "Knock knock knock knock——"

  The passage was sealed off by Shen Nong's cauldron, and from the other side came the sound of frantic pounding, the rattling of white bones climbing.

  "My little ancestor, you really are courting death!" Zhang Yi looked at the black curved knife in Ling Wusuo's hand, his finger trembling as he pointed at her, his expression stiff with fear, still a bit shaken by the continuous dull thuds coming from that side.

  Ling Wushuang panted slightly and curved her lips, surprisingly still in the mood for jokes, and chuckled: "Good stuff, don't refuse it"

  However, a chill ran down her spine as she held it, and she felt an uncontrollable power surge through her. In fact, the moment she saw this thing, she had a strange feeling that it was tailor-made for Jun Yan.

  "Quickly" Ling Wu Xuan put it away after, only got a breath of time, then there was no stay, relying on memory, quickly towards the exit of the Dark Temple.

  "Hmm—"

  Several people swallowed their saliva and didn't dare to stay for a moment. The sooner they left, the safer they would be.

  Nine bends and eighteen turns, the road passes through many stone chambers, treasures are gathered together, but they just casually swept away a few things, not daring to stay for too long, who knows when those ghostly things will rush out.

  "Hoo-hoo——"

  Several people rushed out of the dark temple gate before they could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

  "It's over, where is this?" Before he could even catch his breath, Zhang Yi looked around at the situation and was completely stunned.

  When they entered, wasn't the surrounding a forest? But now, why has it turned into continuous mountains, with crimson gravel like a desert, and this dark temple in front of us is surrounded by mountains, with no way out.

  "The true location of the Dark Temple is constantly shifting, it's not a stable existence, otherwise, it wouldn't be so hard to encounter." Ling Wu Shuang let out a deep breath, his beautiful eyebrows furrowed, and then, with rapt attention, he carefully sensed, fortunately, the silver-white light in his mind had not disappeared!

  "It's okay, I have a way out." Suddenly opening his eyes, Ling Wushuang's calm words made several people unknowingly feel at ease.

  Ling Wushuang led a few people to an area and raised his hand towards the Dark Temple, beckoning with one hand. A burst of air sounded as a dark light quickly approached and fell into Ling Wushuang's hands. After a closer look, it was a small cauldron the size of a palm, spinning rapidly on top of a white jade palm.

  "Knock knock—"

  A sudden vibration came from inside the small cauldron, and the delicate cauldron also jumped up and down several times. Even more surprisingly, a bubble suddenly emerged, as if it was about to burst at any moment. After several jumps, it returned to normal, leaving the few people who were startled with their hearts racing and their backs drenched in sweat.

  "You're not very arrogant, are you? I'll make you arrogant!" Ling Wu said with gritted teeth, his mind stirred, and the Shen Nong Ding shrunk a few more points, as if pinching soft mud, fiercely kneading the thing in his hand, that ferocious and sinister look, seemed to want to swallow it whole.

  "Knock knock—"

  The things inside seemed to be still desperately hitting, but the force was much smaller.

  "Peerless......" Zhan Xiuyuan looked at Ling Wusuo beside him with a strange expression, what was she talking to...

  Zhang Yi's complexion also changed, this girl isn't possessed by a demon, is she?

  Ling Wushuang was taken aback, coughed lightly, and glanced at the few people around him with a gaze as if they were looking at a monster. He put away the Shen Nong Ding with a flick of his hand, nonchalantly licked his lips, and said, "Let's go."

  Then, under the inexplicable gaze of several people, she stepped out and disappeared in this space. Zhan Xiu's mouth twitched slightly as he followed her. In the blink of an eye, several people had vanished from their original location.

  Behind the dark temple, a cold wind suddenly rose, and the space quickly twisted and collapsed. The terrifying sound that followed was like the wailing of an evil spirit, causing all living things in this region, or even dead objects, to tremble with fear.