Jiaohua

Chapter 1676 Both Reborn Me and Granted Me Immortality

This was extremely fast, faster than ever before.

Startled, Feng Qingang instinctively raised his hand, waving the dagger wildly in the air, and retreated onto the stone steps.

But in the blink of an eye, the shadow vanished.

A female voice chuckled from afar, "Hehe, so you're afraid sometimes? I thought you were fearless."

Feng Qingang squinted: "Wulan Qing."

"So you still remember me."

"You want to kill me?" Feng Qingang sneered. "You're not worthy."

The old man, along with Sect Master Gu and Mu Tingyu, had already approached the vicinity. Upon hearing these voices, the old man stopped.

Elder Gu whispered, "Wulan Qing? Could it be that Princess Wulan, the wife of some king?"

The old man simply nodded slightly, his eyes fixed on the faint light shining through the crack.

Mu Tingyu said, "This woman's voice doesn't sound like Ali's."

The old man nodded slightly, remaining silent.

The female voice did not reply to Feng Qingang's words, but only laughed in the darkness. Gradually, the noise disappeared again.

Feng Qingang stood still, gripping the dagger in his hand, not daring to make a move.

"Whoosh~" Feng Qingang was startled when someone breathed on the back of his ear. He turned his head and saw a golden mask right next to the back of his neck.

Feng Qingang immediately swung his knife, but Feng Ping reacted quickly, avoiding contact with him. Before he could swing his knife, she took five steps back, creating distance immediately.

Xia Zhaoyi, carrying a knife, quickly approached from the other side. Feng Qingang cried out in fright and hurriedly swung his knife, but before the blade could fall, she had already disappeared.

The sound he made startled himself.

Feng Qingang covered his mouth with his hand, his first reaction being to look to his right.

Compared to the so-called "ghosts," the voices that were rushing towards him were more frightening to Feng Qingang.

Those people definitely heard his shout.

"You bitch!!!" Feng Qingang cursed in a low voice towards the direction where Xia Zhaoyi had just disappeared, "You can't kill me, otherwise why have you waited until now to take my life? You rotten flesh are not worthy of killing me, you only deserve to be defiled by me! If you really kill me now, after I die, I can defile you a thousand times more!"

A woman's voice cried out mournfully from ahead, "I died a terrible death, the wind passed over the bridge."

Almost simultaneously, sharp, piercing scraping sounds suddenly rang out from all directions, extremely urgent, as if a person nailed to a coffin was scratching the inside of the coffin lid with both hands.

Feng Qingang was furious and turned to run away.

But no matter which direction he ran, "Princess Ulan" would chase after him with a dagger, approach him, and assassinate him.

On one occasion, the silver glint of the dagger came within three inches of his eyeball.

Under the multiple torments of mind and body, Feng Qingang was in a sorry state, his hair disheveled, and he retreated back to the front of the cold palace.

"Princess Ulan" reappeared, holding a dagger, walking slowly towards Feng Qingang, raising her head to look at him.

In the pitch black, Feng Qingang could only barely make out her golden mask and the silver light she held in her hand.

"Stop!" Feng Qingang pointed his sharp knife at her. "If I can tear you to pieces, why aren't you afraid of me when you see me?!"

Xia Zhaoyi didn't speak, just looked at him, tilting her head slightly as if examining him carefully.

The surrounding noises were dense and intense, entangling Feng Qingang. Xia Zhaoyi's tilt of her head startled Feng Qingang, who screamed and took a step back, his back pressed against the stone door of the Cold Palace.

A chilling coldness emanated from the door, seeping into his very bones.

"You should be afraid of me!!!" Feng Qingang roared, "I'm the one who peeled your skin, I'm the one who sliced ​​your flesh, I'm the one who pulled your bones out, why aren't you afraid of me! You should be afraid of me, you should kneel down when you see me, kneel down before me!!"

Feng Qingang pointed at Xia Zhaoyi: "Kneel down!!"

Li Xinya's voice chuckled softly in the darkness: "Feng Guoqiao, are you crazy? A dying man, how dare you speak so arrogantly." The "person" stood right in front of him, yet the voice came from afar.

This sense of dislocation not only made the sound more ethereal, but also exacerbated Feng Qingang's confusion.

"Death?" Feng Qingang laughed loudly, "Hahahaha! Me?"

"What, you can't die?"

“That’s right!” Feng Qingang’s eyes were contorted with rage. “I am immortal! Even the heavens are on my side! They have granted me both rebirth and immortality. Do you understand?”

Li Xinya didn't respond; she didn't know how to respond for a moment because she genuinely couldn't understand.

Xia Zhaoyi's brows furrowed slightly beneath the mask as she stared intently at Feng Qingang.

Li Xinya didn't understand the word "rebirth" in his words, but she did.

Not far away, Sect Master Gu looked at the old man.

Shen Lie, separated from the old man and Sect Master Gu by three stone walls, was walking briskly at the front of the group, including the Half-Nine Immortal Master.

Shen Lie stopped in his tracks because of those two words.

After a pause, Shen Lie immediately turned around and went back to find Master Banjiu and the others.

Almost simultaneously, the old man suddenly reached out and delivered a chop to Mu Tingyu's neck.

Mu Tingyu was listening intently to Feng Qingang's conversation when his eyes rolled back and he fainted.

The old man then looked at Elder Gu.

Elder Gu quickly raised his hand to block him: "No, no! You know me, I keep my mouth shut and won't say anything carelessly. Besides, I've guessed most of what I need to know..."

The old man's gaze was indifferent as he calmly said, "I'll believe you for now."

He lifted his foot and walked forward.

Sect Master Gu shook his head helplessly, leaned against the wall next to Mu Tingyu, and said to the old man's back, "Only I can put up with your bad temper. You old fellow, you really have no mercy!"

The old man emerged silently from the darkness and stood at the crossroads.

After making arrangements for Banjiu Xianshi and the others, Shen Lie also came alone and stopped at another intersection.

He was standing in a good spot, and in the dim, blurry light, he could see the figure he had been longing for at a glance.

Xia Zhaoyi stood in the open space, wearing a mask, silent, as if completely blended into the darkness.

Her silence gradually calmed Feng Qingang down.

Feng Qingang slowly realized something, pointed the dagger at her, and said in a gloomy voice, "You're not Wulan Qing, you're Ali?"

Xia Zhaoyi's lips curled slightly: "As expected of you, Feng Qingang. If it were an ordinary person, they would have lost their mind and composure long ago after encountering these strange occurrences. You only stammered for a moment before regaining your clarity."

Feng Qingang's fingers trembled as he stepped back, his back slamming against the stone door.

Weird thing?

Why would he be afraid of strange things?

What he feared was not "Princess Ulan," but death itself, and the blade that "Princess Ulan" had repeatedly swung at him.

There is another source of fear, which comes from the master and disciple from Liling.

Now, the woman is standing right in front of him.

Feng Qingang stared intently at Xia Zhaoyi, knowing that everything was over.

Even if his two best henchmen were here, he'd be finished.

In the darkness, several oil lamps on the wall were lit.

Feng Ping, Li Xinya, and others walked over, all wearing masks.