There are too many female protagonists with deceased husbands in the Qin Dynasty's Past Books.

He tossed a jet-black pill toward Wushuang Gui. This was a potent tonic specially prepared by Situ Wanli for this mission, commissioned by Jiang Mo.

It uses many medicinal herbs to help people nourish their blood and qi and quickly replenish their physical strength.

It's not that the refining techniques are particularly sophisticated or the medicinal materials used are exceptionally rare. The most unique aspect of this pill lies in its size.

It's as big as a normal person's fist!

Let alone nourishing pills made from medicinal herbs, even a plain white jade rice ball this big would be enough to choke someone.

However, for Wushuang Gui, it's a different story.

Chapter 48 Bai Yifei is actually here?!

The physical constitution of different people cannot be generalized.

The peerless ghost, a creature born with superhuman strength, is visibly different from ordinary people. Objects that are the right size in other people's hands are often tiny and exquisite in his hands.

This powerful tonic, held in his hand, was in proportion no different from ordinary pills.

Without the slightest hesitation, and without even smelling it, Wushuang Gui tossed the Great Tonic Pill into his mouth with a flick of his head.

As the pill entered his stomach and its effects took hold, Wushuang Gui felt a long-lost sense of strength returning to him.

However, the hunger in his stomach was not well resolved; on the contrary, it became more and more pronounced as Wushuang Gui regained some consciousness.

He couldn't help but raise his hand and rub his shrunken belly.

"Tsk, such a thick iron chain is quite troublesome. It's a pity I don't have any powerful weapons, so I can only use a clumsy method."

Seeing that Wushuang Gui trusted him a lot, Jiang Mo took a step closer.

By the light of the fire in his hand, he looked down and saw that the iron chains binding Wushuang Gui's limbs were unusually thick and deeply embedded in the massive rock wall.

Jiang Mo hesitated for a moment, then suddenly flipped his hand and pointed at Wushuang Gui.

With a few crisp snapping sounds, Jiang Mo, moving with incredible speed, had already struck several vital acupoints around Wushuang Gui's body and channeled his inner energy into Wushuang Gui's body.

At first, Wushuang Gui didn't think anything of it.

But immediately he felt his blood surging, and his natal Gu, which had been dormant for who knows how long due to hunger, became active again.

An inexhaustible source of power seemed to be surging from every part of his body.

"Roar!"

An excited roar erupted from Wushuang Gui's mouth, like a thunderclap from a clear sky, making Jiang Mo's ears ring and even causing the entire mine to tremble.

But this is just the beginning.

As Wushuang Gui gripped the ground with both feet and his muscles bulged, the iron chains that had been binding his limbs suddenly taut, even emitting a series of teeth-grinding sounds.

Jiang Mo wasn't idle either.

He had no divine weapons to cut these chains, but he could use witchcraft to erode and corrupt them, making them more vulnerable.

Once the first chain breaks, the subsequent chains become increasingly fragile.

Having regained his freedom, Wushuang Gui stretched his wrists and ankles, looked at Jiang Mo and couldn't help but grin foolishly, giving him a thumbs up.

This was something Jiang Mo had taught him before, so that this most clueless guy could accurately express praise.

Smiling, Jiang Mo raised his left hand and gave Wushuang Gui a thumbs-up.

As for why it wasn't his right hand, it was naturally because Jiang Mo habitually used his right hand when he applied the pressure points. Although he didn't intend to harm his enemy, the indestructible body of the Peerless Ghost still caused Jiang Mo's fingers to ache from the recoil.

Fortunately, Wushuang Gui had been starving for too long and his qi and blood were exhausted. Otherwise, Jiang Mo's internal energy might not have been able to break through the barrier, stimulate the opponent's qi and blood, and awaken the dormant [Chiyou Hundred Battles Gu].

"go!"

With a flick of the wrist, the crow that had been obediently perched on the shoulder immediately took flight, soaring outwards in pursuit of freedom.

Jiang Mo called out to Wushuang Gui and immediately followed.

Although there were no delays along the way, the time spent getting out was far longer than the time spent getting there, because Wushuang Gui simply couldn't stretch his body in such narrow terrain.

On flat ground, relying on brute force, Wushuang Gui could catch up with Jiang Mo's speed.

Even when he's hunched over and hunched over, he often accidentally bumps his head against the tunnel ceiling.

How could they possibly break free and run at full speed?

Imprisoning the fire-born Flame Spirit in a frigid water dungeon and confining the burly and robust Peerless Ghost in a cramped and narrow mine, the Nightfall gang was indeed quite ruthless.

Jiang Mo pursed his lips and remained silent, but secretly he was determined to make Ji Wuye pay sooner or later.

Even the most difficult and rugged roads eventually come to an end. After leading Wushuang Gui through the mine for a long time, bright firelight finally appeared in the distance, and the exit was already in sight.

A cool breeze blew in, which invigorated Jiang Mo, who had been cooped up in the mine for a long time.

Wait a minute? A cool breeze? Something's not right!

Suddenly realizing something, Jiang Mo's expression turned serious. Before he could even give orders to Wushuang Gui behind him, his speed suddenly increased to the limit.

In a flash, as if teleported, he suddenly darted out a great distance.

It rushed straight towards the exit.

"Heh, I thought you had made some progress after escaping that ice crystal prison. But it seems that your strength has actually regressed instead of improved."

Outside the mine, the raging inferno had been suppressed.

Instead, frost spread across the ground like scattered moonlight. A effeminate man holding a snow-white blade stood on the ice, looking down at Yan Lingji. His long, pale hair fluttered in the night wind.

"It really is disappointing."

Yan Lingji, crouching at the mine exit, remained silent, glaring fiercely at the blood-red figure, her teeth grinding together.

A surge of powerful energy coursed through him.

Amidst a series of cracking sounds, the ice that had been spreading and climbing up her ankles was forcefully blasted apart, and Yan Lingji, her eyes surging with hatred, stood up.

With blood-stained hands turned over, a brilliant golden flame quietly bloomed.

Compared to the crimson flames that Yan Lingji usually uses, these dazzling golden flames seem to have a lower temperature, but they carry a more vast and powerful force.

It made the chill in the air retreat.

Unable to contain the raging flames, they spread from Yan Lingji's body, causing the sea of ​​fire, which was almost extinguished, to show signs of reigniting.

Yan Lingji stared intently at the blood-red figure opposite her, uttering the name of that deep-seated hatred, word by word:

"White, also, not!"

Before she could finish speaking, she had already leaped into the air, her feet treading on the exploding flames as she soared toward Bai Yifei. The surging golden flames condensed into a giant sword nearly ten feet long in her palm. Not knowing whether to smash or chop, she fiercely swung it at her opponent.

"Oh? Not bad, you've learned a few new tricks."

Raising an eyebrow with a hint of surprise, Bai Yifei was clearly wary of the golden flames he had never experienced before. He dodged Yan Lingji's leaping slash and slashed at Yan Lingji's neck with the sword blade in his hand, which was wrapped in a chilling aura.

They even had the leisure to make sarcastic remarks:

"Struggle as much as you can. Even though you are destined to lose, as a trophy, you should at least please me."

Upon hearing this, Yan Lingji became even more enraged. With a stomp of her jade foot, pillars of fire erupted from the ground.

Bai Yifei seemed to have sensed this beforehand. Instead of persisting in repelling Yan Lingji's sword moves, he quickly withdrew and dodged Yan Lingji's indiscriminate wide-range attacks with his elusive and ghostly lightness skills.

Just as it was about to catch its breath, it pounced on it again.

This is a contest between ice and fire, but the situation is far from evenly matched.

Yan Lingji was once Bai Yifei's defeated opponent, and over the years, the gap between the two has not only not narrowed, but has widened considerably.

After all, even when Yan Lingji was imprisoned, Bai Yifei did not slack off in improving his martial arts skills.

In addition, his own abilities were somewhat effective against Yan Lingji, so he was able to deal with her attacks with ease. If he hadn't been determined to capture her alive, the outcome would probably have been decided long ago.

The two exchanged blows for another dozen rounds, and Yan Lingji's defeat became increasingly obvious.

Bai Yifei seized the opportunity and, instead of retreating in the face of Yan Lingji's renewed ferocious attack, gathered a powerful chill around himself and charged forward to meet the oncoming wave of fire.

With a slight tremor of his longsword, he was about to place the blade against Yan Lingji's neck.

As the saying goes, all's fair in war. Bai Yifei, who had been displaying a hit-and-run style, suddenly changed his tactics, catching Yan Lingji, who was blinded by hatred, off guard.

In their field of vision, that bright, sharp edge drew ever closer.

The sharp sword energy emanating from the tip of the sword had already slashed across Yan Lingji's delicate skin, but she showed no sign of surrendering. Instead, she stared at Bai Yifei with deathly still eyes.

A cluster of dark flames burned silently on its body.

With a madness that leads to mutual destruction.

Before Yan Lingji could launch a hysterical counterattack, Bai Yifei, who had been in a dominant position, suddenly withdrew and retreated, unleashing another blood-red longsword from his waist.

Hey~

With a soft sound, a jet-black feather, which had silently drifted towards Bai Yifei's back, flew out backwards. Jiang Mo, shrouded in the shadow of the witch's curse, reached out and caught the phoenix feather he had failed to obtain, speaking in an annoyed tone:

"I told you not to act impulsively, what are you doing?"

The cold, sharp voice jolted Yan Lingji awake like a thunderbolt. Her eyes, which had been churning with hatred, cleared again, and the restless Mo Yan vanished without a trace.

"Oh, and who are you?"

Without rushing to make a move, Bai Yifei stared at the suddenly appearing Jiang Mo with his bloodshot eyes, his indifferent face showing a slightly indescribable expression.

"I'm your father, okay?"

Jiang Mo was quite upset that he would bump into Bai Yifei here. Naturally, he had no intention of answering Bai Yifei properly and immediately cursed.

Bai Yifei was also from a distinguished background and rarely encountered such vulgar language.

His face immediately darkened.

Although he is usually gloomy.

So he remained silent, his two swords still poised to strike, yet an intensely chilling aura emanated from his body, condensing into spreading frost that snaked and slithered towards Jiang Mo and Yan Lingji.

A chilling killing intent poured out, enveloping the two of them.

In a daze, Jiang Mo felt as if he were on a battlefield where blood flowed like a river, and everywhere he looked there was dripping blood and severed limbs.

An unavoidable sword strike came crashing down on his head.

But a roar that seemed to explode like a thunderclap from a clear sky shattered the illusion that appeared before Jiang Mo's eyes. Immediately afterward, Wushuang Gui, who rushed out of the cave, let out a lion's roar that shook the eight directions like an angry Vajra.