Please Spare My Life, Disciple of the Demon Lord

As he spoke, everyone looked up, only to see a thick miasma.

"Light?" Mo Shaoyu seemed to remember something and said, "The moon! When the fire started just now, the miasma in the entire forest dissipated briefly. I saw it."

As Mo Shaoyu spoke, he turned half a circle on the spot and pointed, "That direction."

After saying that, he walked in front of the crowd. The burned dense forest was still recovering. The miasma above their heads became denser after swallowing up the sea of ​​fire. The whole forest was already dark.

The visibility range has been reduced to within one meter. If you are not careful, you will step on vines and bump into tree trunks, triggering a new battle.

The six people's pace slowed down significantly. Just relying on their legs, they had no idea how long they would continue to move forward.

The cause of the current predicament is inseparable from every person in this dense forest.

In the thick miasma, there was the occasional flash of a sword, or even the sound of falling trees.

What followed was even more tragic voices.

"careful!"

Mo Shaoyu, who was walking in front, suddenly said, "There are footsteps!"

Suddenly, there were dense footsteps coming from both sides. Not knowing whether they were enemies or friends, everyone slowed down their breathing at the same time, but did not slow down their pace.

The originally silent sky was awakened by a ray of sword light, which awakened the sleeping giant tree vines.

Someone is flying a sword.

Knowing what would happen next, Mo Shaoyu immediately quickened his pace.

Jiang Tingwan and others also tried their best to keep up, but the tangled vines and branches above their heads made the originally quiet forest restless.

The numerous vines disrupted their positions and formations. Once they were one meter away, they could no longer see each other's positions. In the end, Mu Yun could only take care of Jiang Tingwan.

The footsteps that had just appeared on both sides also scattered in the forest due to the chaos.

There was not much space to begin with, but suddenly many people stood there. They were the group of disciples from the immortal sect who took advantage of the chaos to rush into the Wuji Abyss.

The dozen or so people who suddenly appeared were not disciples of one sect, but of several different sects. They were in a state of battle damage, obviously having just experienced a fierce fight, and there was even the blood of their fellow disciples. After seeing Jiang Tingwan, they looked quite embarrassed.

Obviously they remembered what Jiang Tingwan said, that if one does not have the ability, even if one enters the Wuji Abyss, one will not encounter opportunities, let alone take away the treasure.

Now, just the miasma forest has caused them heavy losses.

Just a simple eye contact and a moment of distraction, one of them was pierced directly through the heart by a vine and then quickly rolled up.

Jiang Tingwan screamed in fright, and she subconsciously wanted to rush forward to save people, but the vines extending from the side passed directly in front of her, blocking her way.

The vine, like a living creature that smelled blood, quickly changed direction and drilled into the man's body.

Then more vines attacked the direction of the flesh and blood. Because the speed was so fast, the man didn't even have time to shout.

But his death bought space for others to escape. They found that when someone donated flesh and blood, the vines that originally attacked them would be attracted away.

Several screams suddenly erupted in the dark miasma.

With visibility of only one meter, Jiang Tingwan couldn't see clearly what was happening, but he could still imagine such a scene and it horrified him.

"Uncle Master?" Meng Ziyuan and the other two slowly approached.

"Where is Qingge?" Jiang Tingwan asked subconsciously.

Meng Ziyuan seemed to have guessed it and ran towards the direction of the voices, and the others followed.

Mu Qingge just happened to cut off a few vines that were trapping people. She didn't use any spiritual power, but only used her body skills to step on the vines flying in the air and cut off a bunch of vines that were trapping people.

She caught the man, but he had already fallen to the ground like a puddle of mud, no longer breathing.

Mu Qingge's expression froze. It was unclear whether he was angry or blaming someone, but he suddenly stopped moving.

The bloody smell emanating from the wound attracted new vines again, which attacked from behind Mu Qingge. Meng Ziyuan acted decisively and swung out a sword to quickly cut them off.

But this also stimulated more vines.

When Jiang Tingwan saw the blood on Mu Qingge's face, he immediately tore a piece of cloth from his clothes and wiped it clean for her.

Because of her actions, Mu Qingge came back to his senses.

Jiang Tingwan was comforting her, "This blood is also one of the elements that trigger the vines. We have to leave here as soon as possible."

Then he turned to Mu Yunzhong and said, "Since it's already a mess, let's just mess it up to the end."

Mu Yun finally understood what he said and asked Mo Shaoyu, "Which direction is the moon in?"

Mo Shaoyu was stunned for a moment, turned around and pointed.

The moment he put down his hand, Mu Yunzhong had already walked past him. With a wave of his hand, a dazzling sword light, accompanied by red and blue flames, split a wide road forward.

Hundreds of huge trees fell down, the dark miasma and the red and blue flames competed for territory, and the forest contaminated by the flames was half burned and half reborn.

"Desperate, that's a courageous move." The voice sounded again, with a kind of praise, and also reminded, "But when the miasma gathers again, it will be true darkness."

As soon as they finished speaking, everyone flew into the air on their swords and fled towards the light.

At the same time, above the sea of ​​fire, hundreds of sword beams took the opportunity to leave. Those who ran slowly were either left behind by vines or abandoned by others to save themselves, delaying the opportunity.

Among them are disciples of the Three Corpses Sect as well as disciples of the Immortal Sect.

Mu Qingge felt sorry for the allies below who were asking for help.

The voice in the air seemed to see through her thoughts and said coldly: "Once you enter the Wuji Abyss, life and death are determined by fate. Don't trust the so-called allies, and don't try to save anyone."

The man's voice was cold, as if he was warning them about something.

Jiang Tingwan and others looked around, but saw no one except the hundreds of fleeing monks.

If he is not watching from the air, he is in the forest. What kind of person is it who can move freely in the forest without being attacked by the forest?

Meng Ziyuan immediately asked: "Who are you? Why do you want to help us?"

The voice smiled again before replying, "Come to see me alive, and I will tell you the answer."

Mo Shaoyu quickly asked, "Where should I meet you?"

The man paused and replied, "Where there is light."

After he finished his last sentence, his voice disappeared into the wind.

Mo Shaoyang said cautiously: "This person is too strange, and we don't know if he is an enemy or a friend. Do we really want to meet him?"

Mo Shaoyu said: "He just helped us. Although we don't know whether he is a friend or an enemy, it is obvious that he knows Wujiyuan very well. If we can get his help, whether it is to search for treasure in the secret realm or to find a way out, it will not be a bad thing."

Mo Shaoyu didn't know why he thought so, but he could feel that the man had no ill intentions, so after saying this, he asked Jiang Tingwan's opinion, "What do you think, Third Master?"

Jiang Tingwan was surprised when he was suddenly asked. He had been humble for several days. When did someone ask him what he thought?

First he had to kowtow in Bai Wangshu's heart, and then he had to live in front of Mu Yunzhong, and he had to depend on their faces before speaking.

Now that I am back in front of everyone, it seems like my status has been restored?

"I think we can meet first." Jiang Tingwan said this, and then looked at Mu Yunzhong with a smile, "What do you think?"

Mu Yun finally became obedient all of a sudden, "Disciple listens to Master."

Seeing Mu Yunzhong's obedient look, Jiang Tingwan's eyes lit up. This means the good disciple is back online!