Murano Momo is a cunning doctor

"We meet again."

Wuji Daoist's voice was vague and a little cold, "Are you satisfied with this place I carefully selected for you?"

"Pretend to be a ghost!"

Before Jiang Xiaochuan could say anything, You Ji suddenly stepped forward and said in a voice as loud as stone: "I warn you, stop your evil tricks immediately, otherwise, you will regret it!"

The human face seemed to be intimidated by You Ji's aura, and his facial expression froze slightly.

The pair of "eyes" made of water waves stared at her closely.

After a moment, there was some real surprise on that face.

It was as if he had suddenly discovered some incredible secret, causing the entire illusory face to appear somewhat distorted.

Catching this subtle change, Jiang Xiaochuan wondered in his heart, is there something special about You Ji's identity?

However, this hesitation did not last long, and a hint of determination flashed in the human's eyes.

"Since you are so ungrateful, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

"Do it!"

As the eerie voice fell, the outline of the human face began to tremble violently.

Then, the face woven from delicate water droplets suddenly collapsed.

It turned into a huge curtain of water, pouring down, as spectacular as a waterfall but also carrying an ominous sign.

The water curtain dissipated, and the surrounding scene changed quietly.

A layer of light black mist filled the originally empty valley.

The black fog seemed to have life. Every strand of it twisted and entangled in the air, weaving into a huge net, trying to swallow up the two of them.

Jiang Xiaochuan was the first to bear the brunt, feeling the evil power from the abyss surging like a tide.

He stumbled back, each step seeming to drain all his strength.

The black fog corroded his body like a poisonous snake. The spiritual energy in Jiang Xiaochuan's body seemed to lose control at this moment and ran around everywhere.

It felt like every inch of my meridians were being gnawed by millions of hungry ants, the pain was unbearable.

Although cold sweat was pouring down his forehead, he still didn't make a single groan and stared intently at the surging black fog.

When You Ji saw this, she felt an indescribable anger in her heart.

She quickly stepped forward and protected Jiang Xiaochuan behind her. The energy in her body surged at this moment, trying to resist the invasion of this evil force.

However, this black fog seems to be more powerful than imagined.

After a while, a little sweat visibly appeared on Youji's forehead.

"Roar--"

At this moment, a heart-pounding voice suddenly broke the silence of the valley.

Wu Song, who fell to the ground, let out a painful and shrill roar under the control of this evil aura.

His body trembled violently, and then was completely surrounded by thick black air.

The black air squirmed and spread on his body, turning him into a terrifying black monster.

Wu Song's eyes were wide open and bloodshot, revealing a kind of madness and despair that was not human.

His limbs began to twist unnaturally, as if controlled by some force, making him perform all kinds of strange movements.

In the end, he completely lost himself and became a puppet completely controlled by the black energy, with empty and dull eyes.

Faced with this horrifying scene, Jiang Xiaochuan's mood was like surging waves, difficult to calm down.

Despite his best efforts, he still had no idea how to deal with the formation.

As the danger got closer, Jiang Xiaochuan couldn't help but pull the ancient jade around his neck.

This is the last spark of hope in his heart!

However, at this critical moment, the ancient jade was unusually silent, without the slightest fluctuation or reaction.

It lay cold in the palm of his hand, conveying an indescribable chill.

Jiang Xiaochuan couldn't help but feel a surge of despair and depression in his heart.

"Hurry up, big brother!"

Jiang Xiaochuan roared in a low voice.

“Hahaha… Stop struggling. No one can break my formation except someone with a physique like yours.”

“But in this place, it just has no solution!”

Wuji Taoist's proud and expectant voice continued to stimulate Jiang Xiaochuan's eardrums:

"The pure Yang body becomes a puppet, I wonder what surprises it will bring..."

Taoist Wuji's triumphant voice continued, but slowly, Jiang Xiaochuan could only hear his own breathing.

He fought like a trapped beast, and every breath was accompanied by a roar of pain.

The sound grew louder and louder, more and more tearing, as if trying to break free from everything that bound him.

Suddenly, You Ji's heart tightened, and an unprecedented chill rose from her spine and quickly spread throughout her body.

She keenly sensed that the chill did not come from the black fog, but was emanating from Jiang Xiaochuan!