12dz Chapter 110 The Fairy Takes Action to Bind the Old Thief, A Demonic Shadow Suddenly Appears and War
Chapter 110 The Fairy Takes Action to Bind the Old Thief, A Demonic Shadow Suddenly Appears and War
With a wave of her jade-like hand, a transparent yet incredibly strong spiritual energy barrier instantly rose in front of Han Yi. This barrier was like a calm, waveless lake, with ripples flowing across it, and the interplay of flowing light reflecting off the surface, just like the shimmering surface of a lake under the sunlight, beautiful and mysterious.
Zhao Wuji's attack crashed against the barrier like a surging wave, but only caused a slight ripple before dissipating like bubbles. It was like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, creating only a brief splash before returning to normal.
"Zhao Wuji, you're courting death."
Su Yao's voice was icy cold, like a death sentence from the deepest hell, filling people with despair and making them feel as if they had fallen into an ice cellar.
Her figure moved like a ghost, so fast that she left only a blurry afterimage. In an instant, she appeared in front of Zhao Wuji. Her figure was as light as a butterfly in flight, yet she carried a chilling majesty that inspired awe.
With just a glance, Su Yao unleashed the power of water, causing the surrounding water vapor to rapidly condense. The vapor, like countless white threads, intertwined densely, making the air thick and sticky, as if one were immersed in a thick honey, greatly restricting Zhao Wuji's movements.
Zhao Wuji tried to struggle, but felt as if his body was bound by countless ropes, making every movement extremely difficult.
At the same time, countless tough vines suddenly sprouted from the ground. These vines, like long green snakes, quickly wrapped around Zhao Wuji's legs and arms. The vines intertwined and tightened, binding Zhao Wuji's entire body like a rice dumpling.
Zhao Wuji struggled fiercely, his eyes filled with anger and resentment.
"Su Yao, how dare you lay a hand on me! My senior brother will not forgive you if he finds out!"
His voice became somewhat muffled as the vines entangled him, but it was still full of anger, a furious roar like that of a trapped wild beast.
Su Yao looked at Zhao Wuji with a calm expression, her eyes showing no pity whatsoever.
"I didn't want to take action, but you were stubborn and refused to see the truth. I won't kill you, but you can wait to come back to the Tianyan Sect with me to face judgment in the Elder Hall."
Her voice was calm as still water, yet it carried an undeniable authority.
Just then, Han Yi, who had been sitting cross-legged, slowly opened his eyes, a barely perceptible sneer appearing on his lips, a sneer tinged with schadenfreude.
He secretly rejoiced that he had Su Yao as his "bodyguard," thinking to himself: Zhao Laogou cannot be allowed to leave the Netherworld Forest by this Fairy Su. As long as the old man returns to the sect, he will definitely not let it go. It would be best to kill him here.
But the attack that Fairy Su just used was clearly the kind of technique only a Nascent Soul cultivator could use. Han Yi was only a Core Formation cultivator; even with true fire, he might not be a match for this woman. If only someone could stop Fairy Su. Han Yi thought to himself.
Just as Su Yao was about to take Zhao Wuji away, a tall and burly figure appeared silently. Han Yi, still wondering what was going on, beamed with joy upon seeing this. What was a chosen one? This was it! He'd just been about to doze off when someone delivered a perfect opportunity.
The newcomer was a man with brownish-red skin, like the bark of a thousand-year-old tree. Most striking of all were his incredibly eye-catching green hair, which resembled lush, growing leaves dancing freely in the breeze. Each sway was accompanied by subtle fluctuations of spiritual energy, which spread outwards in concentric circles like ripples on water. It was as if the hair itself was a living, breathing entity, exuding an ancient and mysterious aura.
"King of the Divine Tree!"
Su Yao frowned, her eyes filled with apprehension, as if a heavy cloud hung over her heart. Her body tensed slightly, as if facing a formidable enemy, prepared to deal with any unexpected situation. Her spiritual energy circulated silently within her body, gathering strength for unleashing its power.
The corners of Shenmu King's mouth turned up slightly, revealing a playful smile, a smile like that of a cunning fox, carrying a hint of conspiracy.
His gaze swept over Su Yao like lightning, filled with scrutiny and calculation, as if he were assessing the value of his prey, like a cunning hunter sizing up his prey.
His voice was deep and hoarse, yet extremely penetrating, like an ancient bell being struck. That voice could penetrate the barriers of the soul and reach the deepest part of the heart, making people tremble as if their very soul had been impacted.
"Fairy Su, it's been a long time! How have you been?"
With each step he took, the ground trembled slightly, as if countless tree roots were rapidly spreading and growing underground, like the pulse of the earth. Cracks appeared in the ground, and spiritual energy faintly surged within them, like flowing magma, emanating an unusual aura.
"King of the Divine Tree, why have you come here?"
Although her voice was calm, one hand was already poised behind her back, ready to strike. The Divine Tree King's strength was unfathomable, making him an extremely formidable opponent, forcing her to proceed with caution.
The Divine Tree King threw his head back and laughed loudly. His laughter echoed like thunder throughout the Netherworld Forest, and everything that had just been still quietly returned to normal with the sound of his laughter.
He spoke with a loud laugh.
"As expected of Fairy Su, you're really meddling. Are you surprised that I, one of the five great demon kings of the Netherworld Forest, am appearing in my own territory?"
A hint of mockery flashed in his eyes, his gaze like a sharp blade piercing Su Yao's heart.
As he spoke, he looked at Zhao Wuji, who was bound by vines, and a cold glint flashed in his eyes. That glint was like an ice knife in winter, sharp and chilling to the bone.
In an instant, the vines binding Zhao Wuji seemed to be frightened by some terrifying force and began to tremble violently. Several vines withered rapidly, and their original vibrant green gradually faded, turning into a lifeless black, as if gently brushed by the Grim Reaper, exuding an aura of death.
The withered vines began to break and fall to the ground, carrying with them the smell of decay.
Shenmu King looked at Zhao Wuji, who had escaped, with a gloomy expression, like the sky before a storm, with dark clouds covering the sky, making it hard to breathe.
"Do you know this is my territory?"
He glared angrily at Zhao Wuji, his eyes burning with fury, and attacked without hesitation.
With a wave of his hand, the surrounding trees swayed wildly as if receiving a death command, their thick branches like giant black scythes, whistling as they slashed fiercely at Zhao Wuji.
As the branches swung, the powerful air currents they generated shattered the surrounding air, producing a sharp whistling sound like the howl of a demon, sending chills down one's spine and filling one with dread. At the same time, countless sharp wooden spikes rose from the ground, gleaming with an eerie green light, clearly containing deadly poison.
The moment the wood splinter broke through the soil, it tore deep trenches into the ground, emanating a pungent, earthy smell. The surrounding flowers and plants were instantly crushed by this force, turning into dust that drifted away in the wind. Fragile life was no match for death, vanishing into nothingness.