"Lin Qingyang! Now that you're here, don't even think about leaving! Stay here with me forever! Hahaha!" The devil screamed, and the sharp sound echoed in the cave, causing Lin Qingyang's eardrums to hurt.
The surrounding black water surged crazily as if it had been boiled. More than a dozen anacondas rushed out of the black pool, filled with cold evil aura, and pounced on the two people from all directions.
Cang Mo snorted coldly, picked up Lin Qingyang and jumped up. The anaconda hit hard where the two of them were originally standing. The hard rock ground instantly cracked, and gravel splashed everywhere. The anaconda also turned into black water in the sky due to the impact, but the black water did not disperse, instead it meandered along the ground and gathered again.
Cang Mo and Lin Qingyang jumped onto a protruding boulder high on the rock wall and put him down.
"Stay here and don't move." He ordered in a deep voice. Before Lin Qingyang could say anything, he turned around and jumped down. His black figure was as fast as lightning, heading straight towards the black mist in the center of the cold pool.
"Hahaha! What kind of good person do you think he is! He was the one who framed you for poisoning in the first place! You idiot!" Demonic Demon shouted, and several huge anacondas rushed out of the cold pool again, strangling Cang Mo in the air from all directions.
There was no expression on Cang Mo's face. The Xiaoyue sword in his hand was shining brightly, and the cold sword energy swept out, directly cutting off several anacondas coming towards him. Amid the water splashes in the sky, Cang Mo continued to move forward, and the long sword in his hand was pointed directly at the floating black robe.
The sharp knife split open the black robe without any hindrance. The black robe instantly exploded into countless pieces of cloth, and the black mist inside was also dispersed by the sword energy.
But the next moment, the dispersed black mist let out a weird laugh, gathered again a few feet away, and turned into the human-shaped black shadow again.
"It's useless! Hahahaha!" The evil spirit laughed wildly, "I am a soul evil spirit! No matter how fast your knife is, it can't kill a ball of energy! As long as this Netherworld Stream is still there, as long as the water in this cold pond does not dry up, I will never die!" The anaconda gathered again amid laughter.
"Use ice!"
Lin Qingyang's shout came from high on the rock wall, "Cang Mo! Use ice! The weakness of Soul Evil is the way he was killed during his lifetime! He was shot by Snow Blue Kite with ice arrows back then!"
The sound echoed in the empty cave, and Cang Mo, who was being entangled by the anaconda, turned around and looked at Lin Qingyang.
When the devil heard this shout, his wild laughter suddenly stopped, the black mist surged violently, and he screamed, "Lin Qingyang, shut up!"
Following this scream, a huge anaconda suddenly jumped out of the cold pool in front of Lin Qingyang and rushed towards him.
"Go to hell!" Demon roared.
At the same time, the Xiaoyue Knife in Cang Mo's hand flew out, with a clang, and was inserted directly into the rock in front of Lin Qingyang. The blade shone brightly, forming a curtain of light.
With a loud noise, the anaconda hit the light curtain hard and was shattered by the force of the backlash, turning into black water and falling down.
Cang Mo looked at the evil spirit, and a heart-stopping murderous intention burst out in his eyes. The evil spirit around him rose into the sky, and a dazzling white light lit up. The human figure in the white light quickly elongated and grew in size, turning into a huge white wolf.
The white wolf was shaped like a hill, and was all white without a trace of color. It exuded a glistening white light in the dim cave. Its golden beast eyes were burning with ice-cold fury, and its pressure poured down like a mountain and sea.
Lin Qingyang looked at the majestic white wolf with some amazement. This was the first time he saw the adult Cang Mo transform into his prototype.
The white wolf looked up to the sky and roared. A deafening howl resounded throughout the Netherworld Stream. His four paws stepped on the water, but they did not sink. Instead, as the soles of their feet fell, the black water instantly condensed into ice, and an extremely cold air quickly spread around him with him as the center.
There were harsh sounds of freezing, and the boiling cold water suddenly solidified. The anacondas that were still in an attacking posture were frozen into ice sculptures.
The entire Netherworld Valley seemed to have entered the dead of winter in an instant, and even the air seemed to be frozen. The surface of the irregular black mist was covered with a layer of white frost, and the movements became slow and stiff.
"No... this is impossible..." the ghost screamed in horror, trying desperately to disperse and escape, but the originally illusory black mist gradually condensed, and it was frozen in mid-air, unable to move.
The white wolf's cold beast eyes stared at the frozen black shadow, and his front paws slammed on the ice. Countless sharp ice cones instantly rose from the ice of the cold pool, and with the sound of piercing the air, they shot towards the monsters in the air.
"Ah--!!!"
A shrill scream sounded, and the black shadow was penetrated by countless ice picks. The extremely cold demon power invaded the black mist along the ice picks, completely freezing and shattering the originally insubstantial resentment.
"Lin Qingyang... I curse you... to die a good death..."
The demon let out a final vicious roar, and then the black shadow completely shattered under the ice cone, turning into countless black powders and dissipating in the air. As the demon disappeared, the ice-carved anacondas hovering around it also shattered into ice shards all over the ground with a "crash".
The huge white wolf stood in the middle of the frozen cold pool, turning his head to look at Lin Qingyang on the high rocks.
On the rock, Lin Qingyang fell down on the cold rock surface, huddled up and shivering, a layer of white frost condensed on his eyebrows and eyelashes, and his face was as pale as paper.
The huge white wolf paused, and its huge body turned into a white afterimage and flew past. A white light flashed in mid-air, and it instantly transformed into a human figure in black clothes and white hair, landing steadily in front of Lin Qingyang. The black knife Xiaoyue let out a soft cry and automatically returned to its sheath.
Cang Mo knelt down on one knee and took the person into his arms. His hands were cold to the bone, and he couldn't help but feel annoyed.
Lin Qingyang struggled to open her heavy eyelids, and saw Cang Mo's face in her blurred vision. Her blue and purple lips barely formed a stiff arc, and her voice was as thin as a gossamer:
"Well done... well... are you planning to... send me away too?"
He weakly squeezed out a joke, but his upper and lower teeth began to tremble uncontrollably, and his consciousness began to fade away.
A big hot hand pressed against his cheek, and Lin Qingyang saw some deep emotion that he couldn't understand surging in Cang Mo's eyes, which seemed to be worry, but also seemed to be suppressed anger.
He wanted to say that he was fine, but his throat seemed to be frozen and he couldn't make any sound.
The next second, the hand suddenly grasped his chin, and his warm lips pressed down heavily.