The Devil's Tribulation

Nanzhou Holy Flame Island, within the Holy Flame Realm.

Chen Jie woke up in a daze and found herself in the arms of a man. Just as she was about to struggle, a familiar voice came from her ear: "Don't move, we are not out of danger yet~"

Chen Jie's pretty face regained some color. She looked inside herself and said weakly, "Junior Brother Pan gave me the 'Life-Restoring Pill'?"

Pan Chengfeng said calmly, "Your sect is too stingy. They didn't even prepare some life-saving pills for you to participate in the competition."

Chen Jie smiled bitterly and said, "Although Master has a high status in the sect, a pill as powerful as the 'Life-Restoring Pill' is not something you can easily obtain."

Pan Chengfeng was curious when he heard this, "Senior Sister Chen's master is the Fifth Elder of Lingxiao Sect, right? How come he can't even get elixirs when he's at the middle stage of Fusion?"

The situation in each sect is very complicated. Lingxiao Sect is also a large sect, and there are definitely many despicable things going on. Chen Jie didn't know where to start for a moment.

For this genius competition, Lingxiao Sect also prepared three "life-saving pills".

But when the gold was finally distributed, Chen Jie didn't get a single one, otherwise she wouldn't have died of her injuries and been left behind to cover the retreat.

Seeing that Chen Jie didn't want to talk, Pan Chengfeng didn't force her and continued, "They have been chasing us for three hours. The distance is gradually shortening. We will definitely be caught up in the end."

Chen Jie took a deep breath and tried to move her body, but she couldn't muster any strength.

She didn't want to drag Pan Chengfeng down. For the sake of her fellow disciples and the sect, Chen Jie had made up her mind to die. Such courage was something that everyone should admire.

But now she didn't die and her injuries were healed. When she thought about making the same decision again, Chen Jie hesitated.

Chen Jie raised her head slightly, looking at the handsome Pan Chengfeng, her heart fluttering slightly.

Thinking of how he had hugged and saved her like this before, Chen Jie's pretty face flushed slightly.

After a while, Chen Jie decided not to drag Pan Chengfeng down, and said calmly: "Junior Brother Pan, you'd better let me go, otherwise you will be implicated as well."

Pan Chengfeng sneered, "Just relying on those few vegetables at the back? Don't worry, Senior Sister Chen, I just can't free my hands right now. In a few hours, when you can move again, I'll take care of them all!"

Chen Jie smiled bitterly and said, "Junior Brother Pan, there's no need to comfort me. Those are 130 cultivators above the late stage of Void Refinement. Who can handle them except for cultivators of the Fusion Stage?"

Pan Chengfeng chuckled and said, "Sister Chen, just wait and see. My life is very precious, and I won't play such a joke on you."

Pan Chengfeng held Chen Jie and ran on the ground, turning many turns along the way, trying to shake off the pursuers behind him.

But these people are all cultivators in the late stage of Refinement Void or above, and their speed is even faster than Pan Chengfeng. How can it be so easy to get rid of them?

Another two hours passed, and the pursuers were less than a kilometer away from Pan Chengfeng, a distance at which they could attack.

A large number of spells attacked, but Pan Chengfeng dodged left and right and easily avoided the attacks.

Yan Dabiao frowned and said, "I've never seen anything like this before. I can see someone, but my spiritual sense can't completely lock onto him. What's going on?"

Yan Dabiao almost suspected that there was something wrong with his spiritual consciousness, but since everyone was like this, there was only one possibility.

The people of the Sword Sect had no idea how terrifying spiritual consciousness was. They saw it with their naked eyes first, and then their spiritual consciousness could vaguely lock onto Pan Chengfeng.

If they lose their target, it would be a dream for them to find Pan Chengfeng again.

Chen Jie was hugged tightly by Pan Chengfeng. It was nothing at first, and since she was being chased, she had no time to think about other things.

But after a long time, seeing that Pan Chengfeng was handling it with ease, she felt something was wrong.

When Chen Jie fought before, most of her robes were destroyed, especially the lower left side, which was almost completely destroyed, revealing a long white thigh and even half of her buttocks.

Pan Chengfeng's big hand is now resting on Chen Jie's exposed buttocks.

Chen Jie glanced up and saw that there was no strange expression on his face. She thought to herself, "Could it be that he didn't do it on purpose?"

Pan Chengfeng didn't pay attention at first, but after holding her for a long time, he naturally felt something strange in his hand.

But he was thick-skinned and pretended not to know. He pinched it from time to time and said secretly: "So smooth~ So elastic, such a butt, and such long legs, it's rare, really rare~~"

Chen Jie, who is over 1,200 years old, has reached the peak of the Refined Void Realm and is 1.85 meters tall. She is the direct disciple of He Yanhuan, the fifth elder of Lingxiao Sect, and the eldest senior sister of Lingxiao Sect.

Although her looks cannot compare to Pan Chengfeng's women, she is still a beauty, and her figure is definitely a perfect body.

Pan Chengfeng has many women, but the only one with such a tall figure is Nangong Wan, but Nangong Wan is only about 1.8 meters tall.

Jin Ping'er and Nangong Wan are about the same height, 1.78 meters. Next is Qian'er, 1.75 meters, Xin'er 1.7 meters, and the shortest is Shuang'er, only 1.6 meters, who just reaches Pan Chengfeng's chest when she stands up.

Pan Chengfeng was enjoying himself when Chen Jie suddenly said, "Fellow Daoist Pan, you have saved me from danger many times. If you really like me, I will marry you."

Pan Chengfeng was so frightened that his hands were shaking. He immediately became obedient, but his hands were still on Chen Jie's hips. He smiled awkwardly and said, "What are you talking about, Sister Chen? I don't have those dirty thoughts."

Chen Jie said calmly, "Really? Your big hands are wandering back and forth on my buttocks. Don't you like me?"

Although I am a humble woman, I am more confident than most women. Junior Brother Pan, will you really consider me?"

Pan Chengfeng hurriedly said, "Senior sister, you are too modest. Your appearance and figure are both top-notch. It is me, your junior brother, who cannot reach your level~"

Chen Jie said with a half-smile: "Is that true?" "Yes!" "Then why don't you take your hand away!!"

Pan Chengfeng was frightened and quickly moved his big hand from Chen Jie's buttocks to Chen Jie's waist.

At this moment, a spell came attacking. Pan Chengfeng moved sideways to block the spell that was about to hit Chen Jie, and spat out a small mouthful of blood with a "puff".

Chen Jie hurriedly held Pan Chengfeng's handsome face and apologized, "Are you okay? It's my fault. I shouldn't have distracted you..."

Pan Chengfeng said, "You sons of bitches, just wait for me!"

Pan Chengfeng really had no intention of taking advantage of her now, so he just ran around holding Chen Jie.

But this is a plain, and apart from some small rocks, there is not a single tall tree to be seen, and it is completely out of the sight of those people.

Pan Chengfeng was chased for another half an hour. Finally, he saw a forest and exclaimed in great joy, "There is always a way out!"

When Yan Dabiao saw the dense forest in front of him, he knew that something was wrong. The other party almost escaped on such an open plain, and they would definitely be left behind if they entered the forest.

Then he shouted, "All of you, follow me and use the 'Swift Sword Technique'. We can't let that kid get into the woods!"

As they spoke, twenty cultivators at the peak of the Void Refinement Realm, including Yan Dabiao, began to form seals.

After dozens of hand seals were completed, the long sword in the scabbard flew out with a "swoosh" sound, and then grew visibly larger until it reached a length of ten feet before it stopped.

Twenty people jumped onto their swords, forming seals with their hands and shouting, "Fast!"

With a "whoosh" sound, twenty long trails of green smoke appeared in the sky, which shows how fast it was.

At a distance of less than a kilometer, in the blink of an eye, twenty people blocked Pan Chengfeng's way.

Pan Chengfeng sent a voice message: "Senior Sister, hold my waist tightly, can you do it now?"

Chen Jie hurriedly crossed her arms, hugged Pan Chengfeng's thick waist tightly, put her pretty face on Pan Chengfeng's back, nodded slightly and said: "Now... can..."