Worship Hall's door slowly closed, and Qian Renxue stood on the steps. The night breeze lifted the hem of her golden palace dress, and her hair stuck to her cool cheeks.
The golden feather in her palm was clenched tightly, and the burn marks on the edge dug into her skin. The slight pain made her chaotic thoughts slightly clearer.
She didn't look back and walked slowly down the stone steps of the Worship Hall.
When passing by the ruins of the competition arena, she stopped and
The obsidian rubble on the ground still carries the lingering warmth of Soul Power. In the pitted ruins,
It seems that I can still see the scarlet light wave of Tang Hao's nine rings exploding together, and hear the indifferent but tired voice of Qian Daoliu.
The feathers in the palm of my hand were rubbed until they shone brightly, and Chen Jieqi's words, "It's a little disguised, so you don't have to act so tiredly" echoed in my ears.
She suddenly raised her hand to touch her cheek. Her fingers were cold. She couldn't tell whether it was caused by the night wind or the coldness in her heart.
In the shadow not far away, Ghost Douluo stood in a black robe, and dozens of black-clothed Anbu Soul Master knelt on one knee, their breaths restrained without leaving any trace.
"Divide into ten teams to set up defenses along the Tang Hao escape route, set up jams along the way, use consumption instead of killing, leave survivors alive, and cut off the retreat route."
Ghost Douluo's voice was very low,
"His Holiness the Pope has an order, Tang San and Hundred-Thousand-Year Soft Bone Rabbit, be sure to bring back Spirit Hall."
Anbu Soul Master nodded silently, and his figure disappeared into the night like Gui Mei.
Qian Renxue watched with cold eyes, the feathers on her fingertips clenched tighter, she turned around, deliberately avoiding the direction of the Pope's Palace, her back was lonely and determined.
Pope's Palace On the high platform, Bibi Dong stood leaning on the railing, her long black skirt hanging down like a waterfall, blending into the night.
There was a wisp of lavender Rakshasa lingering on her fingertips, and her eyes penetrated the night and cast towards the distance outside the city.
His spiritual thoughts quietly extended, tracing back to the source of Soul Power's chaos and collapse in Tang Hao's body, and a hint of coldness flashed across his eyes.
The night wind blew her hair, her face was expressionless, she could only use her fingertips to tighten the strand of spiritual thought more tightly.
Inside the Worship Hall, Qian Daoliu is still standing in front of Angel God Statue embroidered with gold thread.
The candlelight danced, reflecting his figure on the embroidered image, overlapping with the outline of Six-Winged Angel.
He raised his hand and gently touched the angel's wings on the embroidered statue with his fingertips. A trace of recollection flashed through his eyes, and there was a slight bitterness at the corner of his mouth.
The holy light on his fingertips flickered slightly, then quickly faded away, leaving only his breathing in the hall, intertwined with the crackling sound of the burning candle.
At dawn, the sky was just bright, and the city gate of Spirit City slowly opened.
The prince's honor guard is waiting outside the city.
Xue Qinghe is sitting in the carriage, wearing a moon-white brocade robe, a high jade crown, and a calm expression.
She looked in the direction of Spirit City through the car window and said nothing.
She closed her eyes and felt that the familiar golden light ladder deep in the Worship Hall was waking up. Grandpa finally opened the door.
But she can't go.
"Your Highness, are you ready to leave?" the attendant outside the car asked in a low voice.
"Let's set off."
She opened her eyes, and there was a gentleness belonging to Xue Qinghe in her eyes, "Return to Heaven Dou."
In front of the inn door, Huangdou everyone had packed up, with different expressions, but they all looked a little relaxed.
"Let's go." Chen Jieqi said, his voice calm, and he took the lead to walk towards the city gate.
Everyone followed, walking briskly, gradually away from the holy halo of Spirit City, and stepped into the official road outside the city.
Xue Qinghe's carriage followed the team, its curtains were lowered, and no one was summoned.
On the way, Dugu Yan gradually put away his skull, returned his mental power to his body, and walked to Chen Jieqi.
He said softly, "When I was refining just now, I sensed several cold auras coming out of the city. It should be Spirit Hall's people."
Chen Jieqi nodded slightly, looking into the distance, and the light of the mark between his eyebrows became a little brighter.
"Tang Hao's injuries are serious, Soul Ring's shattered internal injuries are irreversible, and Soul Power's disorder is severe."
Sheng Hui's voice sounded in his Soul Ring, with a bit of indifference,
"Bibi Dong and Rakshasa Divine Sense have locked onto them and are chasing them closely."
Chen Jieqi said nothing, but gently pressed his fingertips between his eyebrows, and a hint of understanding flashed across his eyes.
Yu Feng and Osler competed all the way, and the laughter broke the dullness of the journey.
The prince's guard of honor followed quietly behind the motorcade. Xue Qinghe never got out of the car and did not summon anyone.
Yu Tianheng remained silent, taking out the flame's right arm bone from time to time to inspect it, his expression becoming more determined.
Ye Lingling walked in the middle of the team, running Nine-Heart Begonia Soul Power from time to time, paying attention to the atmosphere of the whole team,
Occasionally, his eyes fell on Chen Jieqi, with a bit of worry.
Shi Mo and Shi Mo are always walking at the end, observing their surroundings vigilantly, and silently shouldering the responsibility of breaking up the rear.
When passing through a small town, Soul Master in the streets were talking about the turmoil in the Spirit City competition.
Some people marveled at Qian Daoliu's Six-Winged Angel, some lamented Tang Hao's embarrassment, and some praised Imperial Fighting Team's strength.
Rumors floated into everyone's ears along the wind, Yu Tianheng paused,
His expression darkened slightly, but he quickly regained his composure and continued moving forward.
Chen Jieqi suddenly stopped and looked up at the distant sky.
There was a faint Soul Power fluctuation there, mixed with Tang Hao's weak aura, and a vague Rakshasa sense of coldness.
He was silent for a moment, then took another step, and the mark between his brows slowly faded away.
Yu Feng caught up with Chen Jieqi, with a bit of curiosity in his tone:
"Captain Chen, do you think Tang Hao and the others can escape?"
Chen Jieqi glanced at him lightly and did not answer. He just raised his finger and pointed at the mountain road ahead:
"Speed up your pace and get out of this forest before dark."
Spirit City Three hundred miles away, the abandoned Soul Hunting inn.
Tang Hao is coughing up blood.
It's not a simple trauma, it's the backlash of the severed meridian after Ring Explosion.
He leaned against the mottled earth wall of the inn, with Clear Sky Hammer across his knees, and the lines on the body of the hammer were as dim as the blood vessels of a dead person.
Tang San sat three steps away, using Mysterious Heaven Skill to help him divert the scurrying Soul Power.
But his hands were shaking, not because he was tired, but because Xiao Wu was sitting by the window, with his back to them, his scorpion tail hanging down on his waist, motionless.
She hasn't said a word since she left the city until now.
"Third Brother." She finally spoke, her voice was very soft, as if she was talking to herself,
"Is what your father said... true?"
Tang San's hand paused.
Tang Hao did not open his eyes and his voice was hoarse.
"Level 60. On the day you reach level 60, you will either offer a sacrifice or I will take it myself."
Xiao Wu There is no looking back.
Her fingers clenched the window lattice, and the wooden thorns dug into her palms, and blood seeped out, but she felt no pain.
"I know." she said,
"I know you will."
This "you" is not Tang Hao.
It's Tang San.
She knew he heard her.
She knew he didn't object.
As night gradually fell, the Huangdou team found a sheltered valley to rest in the mountain forest.
Candles were lit, illuminating everyone's faces.
Chen Jieqi sat at the mouth of the valley, looking at the night outside, the mark between his eyebrows occasionally flickering.
Sheng Hui's voice sounded again:
"Are you really going to leave it alone? The aura of Asura on Tang San will intersect with your holy light sooner or later."
Chen Jieqi raised his hand and brushed away the fallen leaves on his shoulders with a calm voice:
"Our path has nothing to do with them. It's enough to protect the people around us."
He paused and looked behind him, at the halo of the skull between Dugu Yan's eyebrows.
Yu Tianheng The flame pattern on the palm,
Yu Feng The fused cyan wind pattern on the legs.
"They are my way."
Sheng Hui didn't ask again.
But Chen Jieqi's eyes still drifted somewhere involuntarily after saying these words.
That's the direction Tang Hao is escaping from.
He remembered the way Tang San looked at him when he gave in. It was not hate, but relief.
It's like a person is finally pulled back from the edge of a cliff, and the person who pulled him is standing on the cliff, still holding the rope in his hand.
At the other end of the rope is a waking beast.
"Before dawn," he said in his heart, only Sheng Hui could hear,
"Help me confirm something."
"What?"
"Tang San's hammer, can it still make a sound without blood?"
The night is getting darker, and the mountains and forests are silent, with only the sound of burning candles and the occasional roar of beasts coming from the distance.
No one knows that Spirit Hall's dark side is following Tang Hao's footsteps step by step.
All forces in the mainland have also quietly moved, and a storm sweeping the entire continent is quietly brewing.
Imperial Fighting Team's return journey seems peaceful, but in fact it has already been wrapped up in the undercurrent. The road ahead is unknown and murderous intentions are hidden.