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

It constantly drew his attention.

This momentary lapse in concentration prevented Bai Yifei from quickly regaining his true energy to intercept Yan Lingji.

But it was too late for the latter.

Yan Lingji could only watch helplessly as the dark coffin fell from the sky and was about to shatter into pieces.

Carrying with her few remaining attachments and memories...

"boom!"

A muffled thud followed, accompanied by a painful groan. The expected scene of wood chips flying everywhere did not occur; the object that made intimate contact with the coffin was not the hard ground.

Rather, it was the powerful arm of the peerless demon.

Chapter 50 This guy is mine

Gravity is a deadly thing.

Let alone a coffin that requires several people to lift, even an inconspicuous pebble at your feet can become a deadly hidden weapon after falling from a great height.

Even a master of innate level wouldn't dare to catch the falling coffin.

But Wushuang Gui rushed forward without hesitation, spread his arms and straightened his back, boldly wrestling with the force of gravity.

It wasn't that he was fearless because of his copper head and iron wall, but rather because Jiang Mo had instructed him to try his best to catch it.

Then, Wushuang Gui rushed up.

His once robust and tall figure was shrunk by the impact, and his feet, gripping the ground tightly, caused mud and stones to crack and fly, sinking deep into the ground.

Blood seeped from his clenched teeth.

But in the end, it still caught steadily.

They prevented the few remaining bonds from shattering on the ground.

Yan Lingji, whose heart was pounding in her throat, finally breathed a sigh of relief, only then belatedly realizing that her temples were throbbing.

The throbbing pain in his temples felt as if Bai Yifei had used a sharp ice pick to carve them.

Clearly, the forceful outburst just now had already exhausted a lot of his energy.

Before Yan Lingji could circulate her innate true energy to suppress the discomfort, the terrifying crimson sharpness reappeared before her eyes.

Bai Yifei drew his sword again.

However, the sword was not aimed at Yan Lingji, but at Jiang Mo, who was the weakest on paper and whom Bai Yifei originally did not want to pay attention to.

Mosquitoes are annoying.

But if a person is truly determined to deal with it, there will always be a way.

At this moment, Bai Yifei had clearly made up his mind.

It was only when Bai Yifei was shocked to discover that the coffin had been caught by Wushuang Gui that he realized he had overlooked someone.

That guy is so big.

It was clear that the statue was as imposing as a small mountain, yet Bai Yifei hadn't realized that Wushuang Ghost was heading straight for the direction the coffin had fallen.

At the very beginning, Bai Yifei used ice to seal the opponent's ankles to restrict Wushuang Gui's movement.

How did you end up forgetting him?

A moment of carelessness or negligence? An ordinary person might make such an excuse for themselves, but Bai Yifei, who always remains calm and clear-headed, would never be ashamed to analyze the root of the problem from her own perspective.

He then realized clearly that he had been misled.

Yan Lingji's powerful offensive and the stranger's constant harassment were drawing Bai Yifei's attention away, causing him to subconsciously ignore Wushuang Gui, who hadn't posed any threat to him.

After all, that big oaf has no tactical mind; as long as he still has fighting ability, he will definitely pounce.

If they didn't come, it means they can't fight.

After all, he had been imprisoned for such a long time, and with his vital energy greatly depleted, his strength would naturally be less than one-tenth of what it used to be.

But Bai Yifei never expected that Wushuang Gui, who always charged ahead recklessly, would actually make a tactical maneuver. Did his brain suddenly become smarter?

No, there's someone else with a sharp mind!

With his crimson gaze fixed on Jiang Mo, Bai Yifei realized an unbelievable fact: among these three Baiyue survivors, the one with the most authority was actually the weakest of them!

Not only does Wushuang Gui obey him, but Yan Lingji's rage is also brought back to her senses by him.

This guy is the key to defeating the enemy!

In the blink of an eye, Bai Yifei thrust out his sword, his undisguised, bone-chilling killing intent pouring out like a torrent of water, engulfing Jiang Mo.

cold.

An indescribable chill.

This wasn't the first time Jiang Mo had encountered the bone-chilling cold. Whether it was swimming across the underground river as a child in the Baiyue Fire Feather dungeon, diving into the depths of the icy pool in the Stealing Jade and Carrying Fragrance dungeon, or even rescuing Yan Lingji in reality not long ago.

They had all encountered extremely frightening, bone-chilling cold.

If an ordinary person gets even a little bit of it, they won't even have time to catch a cold before they die instantly from excessive hypothermia.

But the cold I had experienced before pales in comparison to the cold I feel now.

Not only did his body temperature plummet under the influence of the Frosty True Qi, causing the hairs on Jiang Mo's body to stand on end and frost to spread across his hair.

There was also a chill on a spiritual level, an uncontrollable surge from the depths of the soul.

That was the killing intent condensed from countless souls lost under the sword.

As if the sword had been drawn the moment Jiang Mo's head fell to the ground, half of his body already submerged in the River of Three Crossings, ultimately unable to escape death.

Sensing an immense crisis, the Flame Spirit's protection was also triggered, constantly circling around Jiang Mo.

They were trying to warm his body up again.

However, an even colder aura was stirred by Bai Yifei's Frosty True Qi. It was the cold, malevolent energy that had surged into Jiang Mo's body during the transformation of the corpse puppet.

After the Ren and Du meridians are opened, this power is weakened considerably.

But it came back again.

They were even more rampant and frenzied than at the beginning, like the last wave of mosquitoes and flies in autumn.

Click~ Click~

Perhaps it was the overwhelming killing intent that caused him to hallucinate, but Jiang Mo felt a faint sound of frost condensing constantly in his ears, as if the blood around him had gradually congealed.

No wonder his limbs were stiff and numb to the point of being almost unresponsive.

Jiang Mo felt like a bird in the dead of winter, which, despite its carefree flight, could not withstand the biting cold.

They could only huddle in their nest, unable to move.

"do not want!"

A panicked cry rang out, clearly audible yet seemingly distant. A blinding, dazzling flame appeared in the field of vision, like a flickering fire in the long night.

Without even looking, Jiang Mo knew that it was Yan Lingji forcibly unleashing her power again.

But it didn't work.

Yan Lingji's rash reaction just now caused her to overreact. If Jiang Mo were still able to move normally, the two could barely maintain contact and communication.

But Bai Yifei was calm and sharp, and he suppressed Jiang Mo with a single move.

As the elusive, ghostly figure attacked, it deliberately blocked the two of them, in order to completely cut off Yan Lingji's possibility of turning back to provide support.

Bai Yifei remained unmoved when Yan Lingji, surrounded by raging flames, charged at him.

He simply raised the silver-white longsword in his hand, which seemed to be forged from frost and snow, and waved it at Yan Lingji from afar in mid-air, drawing a white frost mark that could be seen with the naked eye.

It's more like drawing a boundary that separates life and death.

As the frost-cold true energy surged and spread, the white marks that condensed in the air rapidly expanded, transforming into a wall of ice more than a foot thick before Yan Lingji could pounce on her.

Like a wall of sighs, it stood in front of Yan Lingji.

Through the clear, transparent ice wall, she could clearly see the sword blade rapidly approaching Jiang Mo, but she couldn't reach out and touch it.

When you gaze at Jiang Mo, who are you thinking of?

The question posed by Zi Nu that day echoed in her mind once again. Yan Ling Ji didn't know how to answer, and only said evasively, "A Mo is A Mo..."

But the problems you once avoided will always resurface as nightmares.

And she seems to have made the wrong choice without even realizing it...

Even when she was trapped in an ice crystal cage and sinking into despair, Yan Lingji never cried. But now, she couldn't help but let tears slide down her cheeks.

Her usually bright face now revealed a vulnerability she hadn't shown in many years.

Pale as the ashes of a burnt-out fire.

But then, Yan Lingji suddenly saw Jiang Mo's lips move slightly twice. Even though she couldn't hear his voice, she understood perfectly what he meant:

Silly girl, don't cry.

Don't worry, leave everything to me, you can rest assured...

Even though they were in dire straits and prepared to die, they always comforted themselves as if nothing was wrong and silently shouldered all the responsibilities.

Besides Amo, who else could it be?

Her violently pounding heart felt like it was being squeezed by an invisible hand, making it almost impossible for Yan Lingji to breathe, but it also strengthened her resolve.

Jiang Mo was unaware of the subtle change in Yan Lingji's mindset.

In this situation, giving the other person a comforting look was already his limit; Jiang Mo couldn't squeeze out any more attention.

Facing the sword blade that seemed to be soaked in blood, his entire body trembled.

Even in the most desperate situation, there is still a glimmer of hope. As for trump cards, Jiang Mo still has some untapped tricks up his sleeve.

It's just that the risk is very high, extremely high.

The internal energy circulated, causing the blood and qi throughout the body to boil, trying to neutralize the effects of the frost and yin energy on the body as much as possible. The "Ten Thousand Gu Threads Technique" forcefully mobilized the stiff muscles, mercilessly extracting every bit of strength.

The natal Gu is also poised to unleash its power, ready to respond to the Beast-Driving Gu and push its bodily functions to the limit of breaking through its realm, regardless of the consequences.