I'm bound to the World-Destroying Witch

Chapter 500. Jiang Qiu'e's Power
"Bam—!"

Just as the two were talking, a withered hand reached out from the snow and hit the bottom of the light membrane. Then, more and more withered hands emerged and climbed up the arc-shaped light membrane.

These withered palms were covered in a thick purple mist.

Obviously, being touched by these hands would not end well.

Xia Feng didn't dare to delay. He clenched his fist, and pale golden blood dripped onto the ground along the lines of his palm.

Instantly, layers of golden waves spread out.

"Bang! Bang bang bang!!!" At the same time, countless withered hands completely covered the enclosed space of less than three meters around the two people, forming a sphere covered by hands on the hill.

Xia Feng frowned, then clenched his fist again, letting more blood drip onto the ground.

There was still no response, and no portal appeared.

He looked up, staring blankly at Jiang Qiu'e: "Don't tell me you've come to the wrong place."

The woman in the green dress blinked her beautiful eyes, shook her head, and said softly, "The location is definitely correct; it's just a matter of time. Your blood can awaken the sealed god, but it will take some time for this god to awaken from his endless slumber and open the spatial gate for us."

God?! Xia Feng was stunned.

Jiang Qiu'e: "So what we need to do now is wait."

"Crack—" Above, the light membrane showed its first crack, on the verge of breaking. The withered hands outside scrambled to climb in like maggots, trying to squeeze through the crack.

"..." Xia Feng looked at the hair-raising scene, then turned expressionlessly to the woman in the green dress.

So, the seal at the bottom of the hill contains not only relics of the gods, but also a god himself?
What exactly is this stinky fox trying to do! Xia Feng had a bad feeling. Could the god in the seal be in cahoots with Jiang Qiu'e?

If that's the case, then the plan to seize the relics of the gods will probably be difficult to carry out.

Of course, whether or not we steal the divine artifact is no longer important. The key point now is how not to be assimilated by the Snowfield consciousness!

Given the current situation, the best way to deal with the Snowfield Consciousness is to run away as soon as possible; the longer you entangle with it, the more dangerous it will be.

Even the immortality power of the Demon Heart was useless, since the Snowfield Consciousness didn't want to kill him, but to assimilate him.

Let him become a part of the Snowfield Consciousness!

It would be better to let him die.

"So, how long do we need to wait?" Xia Feng asked hesitantly.

"do not know."

"You don't know?!" Xia Feng's eyelids twitched in disbelief. "Aren't you usually a coward? You dared to come here after waiting for who knows how long?!"

Jiang Qiu'e frowned slightly, her lips pursed in displeasure:

"First of all, I'm not cowardly, I'm just being cautious. Secondly, I already have a plan to deal with the enemy, but I need your cooperation—"

"Crack, crack—" The cracks on the light membrane spread rapidly like a spider web, and the withered hands outside became extremely excited, pounding even harder, "Bang bang bang bang!!!"

Jiang Qiu'e remained unfazed, and as a flash of blue light appeared in her hand, a writing brush materialized out of thin air.

The pole's body was bluish-green, with fine, shimmering gold threads swirling around its dark, hairy tips, as her delicate hand danced lightly in the air, writing the two characters for "repair".

A talisman appeared out of thin air, floated into the light membrane, and scattered spiritual light. The spiderweb-like cracks were quickly repaired, and everything was as good as new.

"This is my ability, one of the abilities within [Words and Records], the power of words. You can understand it as the words I write extending their effects according to my thoughts, within the bounds of the laws, and being stored in the form of talismans." Hearing Jiang Qiu'e's explanation, Xia Feng immediately understood that the various talismans the fox had thrown out earlier, such as [Escape], [Far Away], [Strong Protection], [Strengthen], [Purify], etc., all came from the [Words and Records] ability.

"So, this is your magical artifact?"

Jiang Qiu'e nodded calmly, her beautiful eyes gazing indifferently. "Mm."

"Hmm? Hmm my ass!" Xia Feng sneered inwardly. Sure enough, this cunning fox didn't even blush when he started lying.

He had already tried to copy Jiang Qiu'e when he was on Witch Island, but the copying failed.

This undoubtedly shows that the fox's [Word Record] ability is either a relic of the gods or directly divine authority!

Xia Feng leaned more towards the latter, after all, Jiang Qiu'e had a cultivation seal within her body and was also related to the Nine-Tailed Fox, making it hard not to suspect that this woman was once a Star God!

"The storage limit for talismans created by the 【Words of Wisdom】 is 10. I have now used up all the talismans and need to draw some on the spot."

"So Xia Feng, next you need to go out and stop all the evil spirits from approaching this place. At the same time, I will keep drawing [Purification] talismans to help you continuously purify the 'Assimilation Voice' in your heart."

Jiang Qiu'e revealed her plan, which puzzled Xia Feng: "If that's the case, why not just create a large number of [Repair] talismans? Wouldn't it be better to keep the defensive light membrane intact?"

Jiang Qiu'e shook her head: "Different talismans consume different amounts of spiritual energy. The spiritual energy required for [Repair] is eight times that of [Purify], which is a huge drain. Therefore, using [Purify], combined with your powerful physical body, is the most likely way to hold out until the god awakens."

Xia Feng roughly understood, glanced above, and saw those withered hands violently striking the light membrane again, with wisps of purple mist seeping into the light membrane from their palms.

"Of course, all of this is predicated on you trusting me."

Jiang Qiu'e knew that Xia Feng did not trust her and wanted to say something more, but to her surprise, Xia Feng actually nodded and stood up straight.

"Then let's get started."

Without the slightest hesitation, I stepped out of the light-protected membrane.

"You—" Jiang Qiu'e opened her mouth but stopped herself. She quickly became serious and began to move the brush in the air.

Chachacha——

With a soft thud in the snow, Xia Feng stepped out of the protective light membrane, but the withered hands around him ignored his presence and continued to attack the defensive light net.

He stood on high ground and looked down.

Beneath the endless white snow-covered slope, countless headless corpses had now crawled out, densely packed together.

Calling them human corpses isn't entirely accurate; those emaciated mummies are more like a hybrid of humans and dragons.

They have humanoid bodies, but the menacing bone spurs protruding from their backs, the sharp, powerful dragon claws with distinct tendons and bones, and the flesh-colored wings covered with deformed blood vessels all proclaim their 'dragon' characteristics.

While it possesses distinctive features, it lacks any trace of dragon aesthetics.

It is more like a hybrid formed from the mutation of other organisms.

One by one, fleshy wings flapped, and countless eerie blood-red eyes bulged on the wings, all looking up at Xia Feng with malice.

Xia Feng had a vague feeling that the Snowfield Consciousness desperately wanted him, wanted to assimilate him, merge with him, and bewitch his mind, as if telling him: If the Calamity Demon obtains the power of the Snowfield Consciousness, it will surely become invincible in this world and unify all the gods!

"Infinite Heavenly Venerable. Infinite Heavenly Venerable."

Buddhist chanting and evil sounds were unified and harmonious at this moment, like holy and compassionate sounds embracing consciousness and soothing the soul. Xia Feng's thoughts were in chaos, and the cold and resolute black eyes of the previous moment gradually became blank, with traces of red light overflowing from the corners of his eyes.

(End of this chapter)