Chapter 22: Yang Tong’s “betrayal”?- "749 Game of the Taoist Coming Down the Mountain"
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The middle-aged man raised his hand to stop her, his eyes turning cold.
"No need. The Xuanyin Stone can't be bought casually. We have other magical uses for this Xuanyin Stone and we won't sell it."
Hu Jiulang frowned and noticed that the yin energy around the middle-aged man suddenly increased. A trace of vigilance flashed in his eyes and he said:
"What do you mean by your words? We are just asking for the Xuanyin Stone to save people. We have no other intention. Please don't embarrass us."
"Embarrassed? You two have no chance with Xuanyin Stone, so please come back. If you continue to entangle yourself, don't blame me for being rude."
As soon as he finished speaking, the clay pot in the corner suddenly made a "sizzling" sound, and a few wisps of black air floated out from the clay pot, condensing into several tiny black insects and rushing towards Hu Jiulang and Fan Mengxue.Hu Jiulang's eyes flashed, and he immediately protected Fan Mengxue behind him. The exorcism talisman on his fingertips instantly ignited with golden light. With a slight flick, the golden light flashed, and the black insects instantly turned into ashes.
In the blink of an eye, a picture suddenly appeared in front of Hu Jiulang and Fan Mengxue.
The picture was suspended in mid-air, with no paper or frame. It was made of pure black air, with a faint cold mist lingering around the edges. The picture was blurry but there was an indescribable weirdness that made people's hearts tighten.
Fan Mengxue subconsciously clenched Hu Jiulang's sleeves, her body trembled slightly, and whispered:
"Brother, what is this? Is it a magic spell?"
The Zhengyi Zhenqi around her was faintly restless, obviously disturbed by the evil spirit in the picture.
Hu Jiulang looked solemn, raised his hand in front of Fan Mengxue, twisted cinnabar with his fingertips, stared at the black air painting warily, and said solemnly:
"It's an illusion, but mixed with real marks. It should be condensed by the people of Yinchen Pavilion using evil magic. The purpose is unknown. Keep your mind steady and don't be disturbed by the Yin energy in the picture. Your Zhengyi Zhenqi can restrain it. Once you feel uncomfortable, use your Zhenqi to protect your heart."
Fan Mengxue nodded vigorously, biting her lower lip, suppressing the fear in her heart, and silently circulated the Zhengyi Zhenqi in her body. A faint white light appeared around her body, resisting the cold aura emanating from the picture.
But Hu Jiulang gradually felt his mind sinking, and the cinnabar on his fingertips actually began to feel slightly hot. He was clearly reminding Fan Mengxue to calm down, but he was quietly eroded by the black air in the painting. The black air seemed to be alive, following his fingertips, slowly seeping into his body, entangling his sea of consciousness, and the picture in front of him began to distort and change.
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