The strongest cultivator in the heavens

Chapter 137 True Flame Scorching Yin Spirit (Part [-])
In the darkness, a bright flame appeared.

This flame is not like ordinary fire, it is held in the palm of your hand.

Yang Wenhao touched his head, fell from such a high place, and didn't even know what happened.

Fortunately, nothing happened. If something happened, it would be a disaster.

But afterward, Yang Wenhao's expression turned ugly.

Because he found that his points were [-] less.

"System, why do I lose [-] points!"

Thirty thousand, even Yang Wenhao, who now has a huge sum of 10,000+, can't afford this inexplicable disappearance.

"Because the host fell into a deep coma, it automatically consumes points for recovery."

Hearing the words of the system, Yang Wenhao seemed to understand, that is to say, this recovery cost him [-] points.

My God, if he faints a few more times, wouldn't he be a pauper?

The corners of Yang Wenhao's mouth trembled. Fortunately, he still has [-] points, which is not a loss.

Afterwards, Yang Wenhao turned his attention to the figure beside him.

When falling into Necromancer, Yang Wenhao pulled the closest person to protect him.

As for who it is, he doesn't know.

And when Yang Wenhao gradually approached the figure lying on the ground with the firelight in his hand, what caught his eyes was the familiar attire.

Although it was a bit dirty, Yang Wenhao could still clearly recognize that it was the attire of a female disciple from Xiaozhufeng of Qingyun Sect.

Then, among the four of them, who is from Xiaozhufeng or a woman.

None of them belonged to Lu Xueqi.

Bringing the fire light closer, Yang Wenhao was a little touched by that absolutely beautiful face that looked like a banished fairy who had fallen into the mortal world.

In fact, Yang Wenhao hoped that he would catch Zhang Xiaofan, so that he would have a perfect reason to say that Zhang Xiaofan was dead.

In this case, he can easily solve a serious problem and get points.

But it turned out to be Lu Xueqi, seeing Lu Xueqi's face.

Yang Wenhao didn't know whether to change to excitement or melancholy.

"Forget it, Zhang Xiaofan must have fallen into it, see if you can find it, if you can't find it, forget it."

This is all fate, since fate brought the two of them together, Yang Wenhao couldn't ignore it.

He stretched out his hand and embraced Lu Xueqi who was on the ground.

Lu Xueqi was embraced by Yang Wenhao, and in an instant, a faint fragrance entered Yang Wenhao's nose.

But soon Yang Wenhao was in no mood to care about Lu Xueqi, because he found that there were many more creatures around him.

And according to the system's detection, these creatures can no longer be called creatures, but a kind of undead, or ghosts.

Yang Wenhao immediately hugged Lu Xueqi with one arm, and pulled out the Conceived Sword with the other: "My boy, I spent [-] points to recover. You ghosts still want to eat me, just dreaming."

In an instant, a round of 'sun' illuminating the entire cave appeared.

But this is not a real sun, but a fire wheel made by Yang Wenhao with the real fire of Samadhi.

The samadhi true fire is as strong as yang, and creatures like yin spirits are born from yin, so they are very afraid of masculine things.

The light shining also allowed Yang Wenhao to see the faces of these ghosts.

Two words, disgusting.

It's disgusting like a rotting corpse, its whole body is festering, and it gives people a cold breath, which makes people shudder.

Because of the protection of the fire wheel, those ghosts dare not approach.

They could only surround Yang Wenhao and Lu Xueqi.

And Lu Xueqi is still in a coma, and has no fighting ability at all.

The strength of these ghosts is not high, but the number is terrifying.

Yang Wenhao put Lu Xueqi down, and drew a circle beside Lu Xueqi.

When Yang Wenhao finished drawing the circle, raging fire burst out from the circle Yang Wenhao had just drawn, protecting Lu Xueqi in it.

Then, Yang Wenhao put away the fire wheel above the sky, and attached it to the Congxin sword.

As a result, the sword from the heart turned into a real fire sword, attached to the real fire that is as strong as the yang, and it is a dose of poison when chopped on the bodies of these Yin spirits.

Because of the absence of the restriction of the fire wheel above the sky, those glaring ghosts rushed towards Yang Wenhao like hungry wolves.

In their eyes, Yang Wenhao is a delicious blood food in the world, how can they not be moved.

"bring it on!"

Yang Wenhao's figure flashed, and he directly faced those Yin spirits and killed them.

He put away the steamer, just for these ghosts to rush up.

"Damn the system, return me [-] points!"

Yang Wenhao vented all his anger against the system on these ghosts.

I don't know how long it took, and Yang Wenhao no longer remembers how many ghosts he killed.

Those Yin spirits are not without intelligence, from the very beginning like wolves and tigers, to the end slowly receding.

They already understood that the person in front of them was something they couldn't provoke at all.

They couldn't help but think of the fear deep in their souls.

Seeing those ghosts receding, Yang Wenhao put away the Congxin Sword.

Although he really wanted to catch up, but Lu Xueqi was here, he couldn't go far, it would be bad if something went wrong.

But even if he didn't chase after him, he had gained a lot, earning a full [-] points.

In this way, not only the original [-] points came back, but also an extra [-] points, which is a steady profit.

Putting away the sword, Yang Wenhao turned around, but was slightly taken aback when he saw the icy beauty in the circle of fire.

Walking to the front, putting away the fire circle, Yang Wenhao said: "Senior sister, you are awake."

Lu Xueqi nodded slightly, and said, "Thank you for protecting me."

Yang Wenhao scratched his head and said that's what he said, but he didn't protect him much, he was thinking about how to earn points.

But since the beauty said so, he couldn't refuse it either.

"It's okay, as a junior, shouldn't you protect your senior sister?" Yang Wenhao said with a smile.

Hearing Yang Wenhao's answer, Lu Xueqi didn't show any expression, she just responded softly: "Yes."

"Senior sister, how is your injury?" Yang Wenhao asked.

Lu Xueqi said: "It's okay, there's nothing serious."

Yang Wenhao said: "This should be Necromancer Abyss, we have to see where to find the exit."

"Wait for me to get up." Lu Xueqi gestured to get up.

But as soon as he stood up, he found that the injury was too serious to support him, and then he sat down again.

Lu Xueqi frowned slightly on her beautiful face.

Yang Wenhao said at this time: "Senior Sister, I'll be yours. If you do this, go faster."

Lu Xueqi wanted to say something, but she couldn't get it out of her mouth. Seeing that Lu Xueqi didn't speak, Yang Wenhao acquiesced.

Then Yang Wenhao carried Lu Xueqi on his back.

Being treated like this by Yang Wenhao, Lu Xueqi's face gradually turned red, but her expression was still cold, her eyes looked at Yang Wenhao's back, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

(End of this chapter)