Sang Ying Was Taken Away by the Devil Race!

The air was filled with the smell of burning, along with a faint odor of blood.

The fragments of the airship were scattered everywhere. The ship, broken into several pieces, was no longer as clean and magnificent as before, but only filth and a mess.

Jiang Zhuoxue shook her somewhat dazed head and struggled to get up from the ground. Her injuries were instantly healed by the powerful body of the Dragon Race.

He carefully collected all the dragon blood that had dripped onto the ground, and then frantically began searching for Sang Ying.

The ground was covered with scorched black soil, and the wreckage of the airship lay at his feet.

Jiang Zhuoxue searched all the way and revived many of Ten Thousand Daos Born's disciples. He even encountered Hai Household, but he still couldn't find Sang Ying.

With a loud crash, a piece of wreckage was forcefully pushed aside. Jiang Zhuoxue, as if seeing a glimmer of hope, rushed forward and lifted the wreckage, but the face revealed inside disappointed him.

"Fang Chi, have you seen Sang Ying? I can't find her." After Fang Chi crawled out of the wreckage with Jiang Zhuoxue's help, he heard Jiang Zhuoxue's slightly panicked words.

Fang Chi was taken aback, and subconsciously asked, "Wasn't she standing with you?"

Since confirming their identities, Jiang Zhuoxue has been almost inseparable from Sang Ying, causing Hai Tingzhou to be ostracized by him.

But ironically, the person who was most likely to be with Sang Ying could not be found anywhere.

"When I regained consciousness, I couldn't find her." Jiang Zhuoxue was filled with regret. How could he have fainted? He was clearly the most powerful Dragon Race, why did he faint at such a crucial moment?

Jiang Zhuoxue had never hated himself so much. If he had known this would happen, he shouldn't have let Si Jing send back those dozens of useless treasures back in the Black Tortoise Realm. Instead, he should have absorbed the two clones back on the spot.

In this way, he might be able to protect the flying boat and Sang Ying as well.

But it's no use saying anything now; the most important thing is to find Sang Ying as soon as possible.

Jiang Zhuoxue and Fang Chi were quick to act, and together they rescued the cultivators buried under the other pieces of wreckage in no time.

The cabin where Fang Chi's master and fellow disciples were located was extremely sturdy, and even though the airship crashed and broke apart, they were not seriously injured. When Fang Chi dug his master out of the wreckage, her clothes were not even wrinkled.

Within half an hour, news of Ten Thousand Daos Born's destroyed flying boat had reached the Flowing Light Sword Sect. Sang Zheng personally led people down the mountain to search for his daughter, and Jiulian also rushed over with Fan Nanjun, who was tightly bound.

He casually tossed Fan Nanjun to Sang Zheng, and with a gentle wave of his folding fan, all the wreckage and fragments on the ground floated into the air and were then neatly stacked on the flat ground not far away.

With Jiulian's help, the group was able to search for their companions much faster.

But even after everyone was found and all their belongings stored in the airship were recovered, Sang Ying was still nowhere to be found.

Seeing this result, Jiang Zhuoxue remained silent, simply walking to the pile of wreckage and beginning to search through it piece by piece. He didn't care that his fingers were cut by sharp fragments, and he ignored the advice of the others. He seemed determined to find Sang Ying even if it meant digging three feet into the ground.

Even Sang Zheng felt distressed seeing him like that.

"Jiang Zhuoxue, stop looking. Sang Ying is probably not here. She may have fallen to another place when the flying boat was destroyed, or she may have woken up and, unable to find us, taken another route to the Flowing Light Sword Sect for help," Hai Tingzhou couldn't help but advise.

Fang Chi went even further, saying, "You're wasting your time on these wrecks. What if Sang Ying is somewhere else waiting for you to rescue her?"

As if touched by those words, Jiang Zhuoxue suddenly raised her head from the wreckage and murmured to herself, "You're right, Sang Ying is definitely waiting for me somewhere to rescue her."

"That's right, the Shared Fate Gu, the Shared Fate Gu! How could I forget about the Shared Fate Gu!" His eyes lit up again, and he recklessly tore open the wound on his hand once more.

A few drops of blood clung to his fingertips, and the Gu worm he had nurtured in his heart was suddenly awakened, immediately writhing within his heart.

The excruciating pain turned Jiang Zhuoxue's face instantly pale, but he couldn't care less about that at the moment.

The Shared Fate Gu was quite useful. After being forced to wake up, the Shared Fate Gu began to work under Jiang Zhuoxue's urging.

The few drops of blood that had condensed on Jiang Zhuoxue's fingertips slowly transformed into a bloody line, heading towards the place where Sang Ying's aura was most concentrated.

Everyone looked up and saw the strange bloodline plunge into the nearby bushes.

Seeing this, Jiang Zhuoxue seemed to have grasped at the last straw and rushed towards the bushes.

Even though Sang Zheng knew that it was impossible for a living person to be hidden in such low grass, he still followed Jiang Zhuoxue with hope, desperately digging through the weeds like two ordinary people.

But soon, Jiang Zhuoxue stopped moving.

There was nothing in the grass except for a jade pendant lying there all alone.

He recognized it as Sang Ying's; it was a treasure she never parted with.

But now that the jade pendant is here, where has she gone?

Jiang Zhuoxue reached out and picked up the jade pendant. Just as he was wondering whether to put it in his pocket, a magical creature suddenly emerged from the pendant and roared at everyone in a hoarse voice, "Quickly, save Sang Ying! She's been taken away by the Devil Race!"

The female demon general wasn't stupid. After realizing that the person in front of her was indeed not Su Fuyun, she wisely apologized to him.

Qi Yaoji had no intention of continuing the argument, so she forgave her.

Given that it was getting late, and Qi Yaoji was probably unaware of the current situation since she had just Twin Orchid Realm, Fusheng ordered the female demon general to take her to his residence.

After the two left, he quietly left the city lord's mansion and went alone to a mountain on the outskirts of the city.

The mountains and forests shrouded in Demonic Qi had long lost their former vitality. Fusheng slowly walked to the entrance of a cave, stepping on the withered grass.

With a flick of his sleeve, the protective barrier in front of the cave was immediately broken.

Fusheng exhaled a breath of stale air, then subconsciously straightened his clothes before stepping into the cave.

The cave was dark and gloomy. He walked down the winding stone steps. After walking for an unknown amount of time, a sudden chill rushed out, freezing Fusheng's clothes with a thin layer of ice.

His steps suddenly stopped, and a complex emotion clouded his eyes hidden behind the mask.

Finally, he stepped inside.

In a medium-sized ice room, there was an ice bed, and on the ice bed lay a woman with her eyes closed.

If Jiang Zhuoxue and the others were there, they would definitely recognize that this woman is Sang Ying!