GBP Chapter 308 The World of Amnesia 22
Chapter 308 The World of Amnesia 22
Ling Yu pondered for a moment, somewhat hesitant, but finally whispered, "Long Aoyu seems to have some luck... If you want to target him, don't rush forward. His identity might be quite significant."
Qingyu's heart skipped a beat. An inexplicable sense of crisis made her frown. She lowered her eyes to hide her gaze.
After a moment, she nodded gently and thanked him, "Thank you, I understand."
After speaking, he turned and left. Ling Yu subconsciously wanted to stop him, but stopped himself. Finally, he gave a bitter smile. His figure under the moonlight looked even more lonely and desolate.
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The icy pool was truly cold; the biting cold seeped into Song Xiaochu's body, and the pain that went straight to her bones made it difficult for her to breathe.
She struggled desperately in the icy pool. The most painful thing was not expelling the demonic energy, but the feeling that she was about to be devoured by it.
That uncontrollable feeling surged back into her heart, silently destroying her Dao heart.
Suddenly, an ancient incantation appeared in her mind, which the demonic cultivator had inadvertently revealed to her.
She shouldn't remember, but now she has a vivid memory, as if a voice is telling her—
"Just say it out loud, and you'll feel better."
As her rationality gradually crumbled, Song Xiaochu gritted her teeth and tried to chant the incantation. Unexpectedly, at that moment, the demonic energy on her body gradually dissipated, and she felt much more relaxed.
She didn't notice, however, that her dantian was getting darker and darker...
Meanwhile, under the cover of night, Long Aoyu secretly went to a mysterious place as instructed by Rong Jinnian.
He had considered escaping, but Rong Jinnian's ability to release him amidst so many people clearly indicated that he was a force to be reckoned with, and he couldn't afford to risk being caught and taken back.
Since that's the case, he can only obediently listen for now, and he vaguely understands that the place he's going to this time might help him find out about his background.
Upon arrival, he was shocked to discover that the place contained many clues about his origins, and the walls were covered with ancient runes and patterns.
But just as he was about to investigate further, a cold laugh came from behind him, "So you've finally come after all."
Long Aoyu turned around and saw a figure completely shrouded in a black robe.
His heart skipped a beat, and he became wary. "Who are you?"
The figure in black robes, dressed in a wide black robe, approached slowly and steadily, like a ghost in the night.
His figure was completely shrouded in black robes, obscuring his face. Only his deep, hoarse voice echoed in the air: "Who I am is not important. The key is that you have ultimately fallen into my trap."
Standing opposite him, Long Aoyu clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles turning slightly white from the force. He glared angrily at the mysterious man in black robes before him and asked through gritted teeth, "Could it be... that you and Rong Jinnian are birds of a feather?"
The man in black robes let out a sinister chuckle, an echo that seemed to come from the depths of hell: "Ha—so what if it is?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a rustling sound came from all around, and then a group of people dressed in black and wearing black masks surged out like a tide, instantly surrounding Long Aoyu and forming an impenetrable encirclement.
At the same time, Song Xiaochu had just emerged from the frigid, icy pool with great difficulty.
She seemed much better, but her face was still pale.
Although the demonic energy on her body had completely dissipated, she still exuded an indescribable eerie aura that instilled fear in people.
Upon seeing this, the sect leader frowned, his eyes revealing a deep scrutiny: "You seem to have fully recovered, but in reality, the hidden dangers are probably more serious than before. Next, you will come with me to a place."
Faced with the sect leader's stern demands, Song Xiaochu appeared somewhat flustered. She hurriedly tried to explain, but the sect leader had already made up his mind and did not give her any chance to argue. He waved his hand, signaling his men to prepare to arrest her again.
Song Xiaochu bit her lip, unable to bear it any longer, and ultimately gave up resisting.
The group arrived at a place, and when Song Xiaochu saw Long Aoyu in front of her, her heart trembled. She swallowed hard and looked at the sect leader.
The latter looked at the man in black and asked, "Rong Jinnian? What are you doing hiding like this?"
The man in black remained silent for a moment, then launched an attack—
That's a demonic attack!
The sect leader was shocked and roared, "You're not Rong Jinnian? Who are you?!"
The man in black did not answer, and the two immediately engaged in battle. The sect leader leaped to meet the enemy, and amidst the flashing sword shadows, he engaged in a fierce fight with the man in black.
The man in black possessed bizarre and ruthless martial arts skills, with each move aimed directly at the sect leader's vital points.
The sect leader roused himself and unleashed his most powerful technique, instantly changing the course of the battle.
In the heat of battle, the sect leader found an opening, forcefully ripped off the mask of the man in black, and was immediately shocked—
"Demon Lord!"
The sect leader glared angrily: "You fiend, you've come to wreak havoc on the world again!"
The Demon Lord licked the blood from his lips, his expression both eerie and unrestrained. He laughed wildly, "So what if you've caused chaos? Today is the end of your righteous sect!"
After speaking, his demonic power surged, and the surrounding demonic energy churned.
The sect leader looked shocked. The Demon Lord was clearly injured back then, so why does he seem to be getting more and more aggressive now?
Where did things go wrong?
Qingyu learned of Long Aoyu's disappearance immediately.
She couldn't help but recall the warning Ling Yu had given her earlier.
After careful consideration, Qingyu went to find Yun Sisi, who was also anxiously searching for Long Aoyu's whereabouts.
Yun Sisi was naturally anxious; in fact, the entire sect was anxious. Long Aoyu was clearly in trouble, and if he escaped, it might bring about a catastrophe for the sect!
The two looked at each other, both seeing worry and anxiety in each other's eyes. Finally, Qingyu spoke up: "I know a place... let's go take a look."
Yun Sisi nodded, asked no further questions, and followed Qingyu to a certain place—
When they arrived, the scene was basically a mess, and the sect leader was staggering back a step after being hit.
Seeing that more people had arrived, he immediately said, "Quick! Gather everyone here!"
Upon hearing this, Yun Sisi immediately turned around to gather her fellow disciples.
Qingyu rushed forward, trying to help block the Demon Lord.
However, the Demon Lord's power was too great; in just a few moves, Qingyu was nearly injured and coughed up blood, while his magical artifacts were also knocked off his body.
Just as the Demon Lord was about to deliver the fatal blow, everyone looked up and almost stopped breathing—
In an instant, a stunningly beautiful face was revealed.
Her fair skin was as white as snow, her eyebrows and eyes curved like the moon, her eyes sparkling with a lively and resolute light; her delicate nose was straight and her lips were as red as cherries without any makeup; her black hair danced in the wind, making her look like a fairy who had mistakenly entered the mortal world.