Chu Ming was about to say something, but Ye Feng raised his hand to stop him.
Qian Sheng suddenly held his head and roared in pain.
"There is something, there is something in my brain!"
"Ah——!"
Qian Sheng let out a shrill scream.
His eyes instantly turned blood red.
A black aura emanated from his body.
The breath condensed into an illusory shadow.
"Jie Jie Jie..."
The shadow gave out a creepy and weird laugh.
"Here comes fresh flesh and blood again."
Chu Ming's face changed drastically.
"This is...a demon soul!"
This kind of soul is full of resentment and evil and is extremely difficult to deal with.
Ye Feng’s eyes were firmly locked on the demon soul.
"How dare a mere remnant soul cause trouble here?"
A vast power surged out of Ye Feng's body.
The demon soul seemed to feel threatened and let out a scream.
"The power of the stars! How is it possible?"
It wanted to escape, but it was too late.
Ye Feng slashed down the Xing Lei Sword in his hand, and a sword light flashed past.
"Ah——!"
The demon soul let out a shrill scream and quickly melted in the sword light.
At this time, there was a noise from the grave that Qian Sheng dug open.
A hand came up.
Then a woman with disheveled hair crawled out.
Suddenly, the woman raised her head.
The long hair fell down, revealing a complete face.
The woman’s gray eyes looked directly at Ye Feng and Chu Ming.
"Pfft..."
The slight sound was like a pustule being squeezed.
Black-red "blood" with a fishy smell began to slowly seep out from the woman's eyes.
Then the ears, nose, mouth...all the orifices were bleeding.
The blood was thick and filthy, flowing down her pale cheek, winding like a snake.
The blood flowed more and more, dripping into the grave soil on the ground, making a soft "sizzling" sound.
The blood turned into mist and instantly enveloped Qian Sheng at her feet.
Qian Sheng let out an inhuman scream, and his body shriveled up quickly.
The blood mist continued to spread towards Ye Feng and Chu Ming.
"Zi..."
As soon as the exposed skin of Chu Ming's arm came into contact with the edge of the blood mist, there was a stabbing pain like a needle.
Looking down, the skin seemed to be corroded by strong acid, making a slight sizzling sound and sending up small white smoke.
This blood mist is so terrifyingly corrosive!
Chu Ming subconsciously used his spiritual power to resist, but had little effect.
This strange blood mist can actually pollute spiritual power.
There was a smell in the air, and Ye Feng subconsciously covered his nose with his left hand.
The right hand holds the ordinary-looking long sword.
More and more black and red blood flowed out of the seven orifices of the female corpse, almost covering her entire body.
The blood mist rolled and rushed toward Ye Feng.
"Tsk, this makeup is a bit heavy." Ye Feng muttered.
He flicked his wrist, and the Star Thunder Sword made a slight buzzing sound.
A faint starlight quietly condensed at the tip of the sword.
But the aura of destruction contained in it made the surrounding air solidify.
"Cut."
Ye Feng uttered one word in an understatement.
The sword light cut through the air, and a star arc struck into the thick blood mist.
"Chila——"
The sound was like a hot knife cutting into lard.
The turbulent and rolling blood mist seemed to have encountered a nemesis the moment it came into contact with the star arc.
The blood mist rolled and contracted violently, making a harsh hissing sound.
The face of the female corpse, covered with blood, showed a look of horror.
She wanted to retreat and escape.
"Poof!"
A muffled sound.
The body of the female corpse was like a popped balloon.
Her entire body, together with the filthy blood, dissociated, decomposed, and annihilated directly under the star arc.
In the end, it turned into wisps of black smoke and completely dissipated in the air.
The blood mist dissipated.
The suffocating sense of oppression around him also eased.
Chu Ming stood there blankly, his mouth slightly open.
Another sword.
It is still the seemingly ordinary long sword.
That terrifying female corpse, that weird blood mist, just... gone?
He rubbed his eyes, that was a troublesome existence even for his eighth-level cultivation.
He looked at the sword in Ye Feng's hand again.
Is this sword really an ordinary thing?
There is also the power of thunder contained in the sword just now, which is pure and domineering, with a kind of majesty that purifies all evil spirits.
Ye Feng casually held a sword flower and took back the Star Thunder Sword.
He turned around, looked at Chu Ming, and grinned.
"Done, let's call it a day."
The corner of Chu Ming's mouth twitched.
Ye Feng walked to Chu Ming and patted his shoulder, avoiding the wound.
"Senior Brother Chu, you need to take care of your injury as soon as possible."
"Otherwise it will leave scars, which will affect finding a Taoist companion in the future."
He lowered his head and looked at the wound on his shoulder. Although it was painful, it was indeed not fatal.
"Thank you, Junior Brother Ye, for taking action again." Chu Ming spoke sincerely.
If it weren’t for Ye Feng, he would probably be in trouble today.
Ye Feng waved his hands, not caring.
"Brother, why are you so polite?"
He looked around, his eyes sweeping over the messy tombs and the faint gloom that filled the air.
"It is not suitable to stay here for a long time."
"The cemetery here has probably been completely contaminated by demonic energy."
"The female corpse and the demon soul just now were just appetizers."
"Who knows what more disgusting things are buried under here."
He walked to the grave where the female corpse crawled out and glanced down.
It was dark inside and exuded a stronger stench. Ye Feng stretched out his foot and kicked down a small piece of dirt.
"Boom."
After a while, there was a slight echo.
This grave is unexpectedly deep.
"We have to get out of here quickly."
Chu Ming agreed and nodded immediately.
Ye Feng snapped his fingers, the sword appeared at his feet, and he took the lead in taking the sword into the air.
Chu Ming also quickly summoned his flying sword and followed closely behind.
The sound of wind whistling beneath my feet.
Chu Ming looked back at the cemetery that was gradually receding, still feeling a little scared.
At the same time, looking at Ye Feng's back in front, his eyes became more complicated.
What exactly has he gone through to have such composure and combat power that belies his age.
The cold atmosphere in the air became thicker and thicker, even carrying a biting chill.
The fog is getting thicker and thicker, and visibility drops sharply.
Chu Ming used his spiritual power to resist, while observing his surroundings vigilantly.
"Junior Brother Ye, there seems to be something wrong with this fog." Chu Ming sent a message to Ye Feng in front.
"Yes, I feel it." Ye Feng's voice was solemn.
"This mist is mixed with a stronger demonic energy, and there is also a...unspeakable strange power."
"It seems to be able to affect people's consciousness."
Hearing this, Chu Ming quickly calmed down and strengthened his protection against the sea of consciousness.
Sure enough, he could feel an invisible cold force trying to invade his sea of consciousness silently.
If Ye Feng hadn’t reminded him, he might have been tricked unknowingly.