Chapter 509 Secret Guidance

Qing Yingying stroked Hai Sangshu's face with the back of her nails, cold and piercing, and said: "I'll ask you again, where did he go?"

Hearing Qing Yingying's question, Hai Sangshu stared at her straight, motionless.

Qing Yingying chuckled, shook her head, and said: "I almost forgot." She untied Hai Sangshu's throat.

"I don't know." Hai Sangshu answered very straightforwardly, but he was trying to cover up his mistake, which caused Qing Yingying to sneer.

Qing Yingying pinched Hai Sangshu's delicate neck and gradually increased her strength, "Do you really not know?"

The air stripping and the suffocating feeling of death made Hai Sangshu extremely uncomfortable, but he still burst out the first few words from between his teeth, and then Hai Sangshu closed his eyes and waited for death. After all, he was a strong-willed person.

But just as Hai Sang Shu closed his eyes, Wu Yi's voice suddenly came to his ears, "Three inches below the left rib, the Qingfeng is not flowing smoothly, you can break it."

Qing Yingying's palm almost broke Hai Sang Shu's neck, but she still couldn't do it. Finally, she saw someone who had seen Wu Yi in person, which was an excellent breakthrough point. She couldn't kill him easily. She took a deep breath and wanted to take Hai Sang Shu and fly into the sky.

Just when Qing Yingying relaxed her restraint on Hai Sang Shu, Hai Sang Shu followed Wu Yi's instructions and looked down. The blazing fire roared out, and the swirling Qingfeng was burned by the fire and dissipated immediately, unlike before it bounced back.

Breaking Qingfeng, Hai Sang Shu regained his freedom, retreated at a high speed, away from Qing Yingying, and brewed a magic counterattack.

"Huh——", Qing Yingying was surprised, but not panicked, thinking that Hai Sang Shu was just an accident, not a real skill.

Behind the sea mulberry tree, a tall Fusang sacred tree emerged, connecting the sky above and the earth below. Its branches and leaves trembled, and thousands of fire rains fell, almost surrounding Qing Yingying's body, making it difficult for birds to fly over.

Qing Yingying was quite disdainful of these fire rains. She raised her sleeves, and it seemed like a blue phoenix was crying, and the sound shook the sky, and a strong wind rolled up. In an instant, the clouds and fog dissipated, and the fire rain was blown directly to the horizon, leaving no trace. Even the sea mulberry tree was blown back several steps, and fear appeared on its face.

For hundreds of years, Qing Yingying was detained by the ghost master of the underworld. Day and night, it seemed like she was in hell, struggling with various punishments all the time. Her character, means and magic skills have reached the peak. Even a Yuanying Zhenren may not be unable to fight.

The ghost master of the underworld has tens of thousands of ghosts. Qing Yingying is not the first, but also among the top three.

This is also the reason why the ghost master of the underworld summoned Qing Yingying and asked her to capture Wu Yi.

"Little sister, you are a plant spirit, and you have nothing to do with that person. Wouldn't it be better to tell me obediently and save yourself some trouble."

Qing Yingying's figure swept over, like a roc spreading its wings, leaving one phantom after another in the air, which was so real that it was difficult to distinguish between true and false. In addition, her moving speed was fast, and she was in front of her, and then behind her, sometimes on the left, and in a blink of an eye, she went to the right.

A more rigorous wind formation unfolded. Once it was arranged by Qing Yingying, it was estimated that Hai Sangshu would not be able to escape with his own strength.

Hai Sangshu was anxious and kept begging Wu Yi to continue to guide her, but after calling for a long time, there was no response at all, as if Wu Yi was asleep. As a last resort, she had to use her magic power everywhere, most of which only hit the residual image, and some were rebounded by the breeze.

"Hehehe!" A series of crisp laughter like wind chimes came, continuously hitting Hai Sangshu's self-confidence.

Just when the sea mulberry tree was about to give up resistance, Wu Yi sent a voice message to her again, "Brewing your most powerful magic, and after hearing my command, use it."

The sea mulberry tree, who regarded Wu Yi as a life-saving straw, did not question it at all, and immediately activated the magic power, and a little fire appeared in the palm of his hand. The fire was restrained, and the majestic power accumulated in it little by little, like a miniature sun.

At first, it was the size of a wheel, and then it gradually became smaller, even less than the size of a palm. When it shrunk to the point where it could not shrink any more, it exploded, which must be extremely shocking.

Qing Yingying, who was building a wind formation outside, naturally noticed this potential power at the first time, and was also quite afraid of this power.

Qing Yingying made two preparations. On the one hand, she activated the wind method to try to interrupt the sea mulberry tree's casting, and on the other hand, she formed more afterimages to confuse the sea mulberry tree. What does it matter if the magic that can't hit it is powerful?

The situation was urgent and could not be delayed for a moment. Within three or two breaths, Hai Sangshu was ready, and Wu Yi's voice came to her ears at the right time, "Southeast corner, fifty feet away."

Hai Sangshu looked to the southeast, and there were layers of afterimages, but the location Wu Yi mentioned was empty. When her spiritual consciousness sensed it, the result was the same. Was the enemy really hiding in that location? Hai Sangshu couldn't help but be suspicious.

But she didn't question Wu Yi. The moment she heard Wu Yi's voice, she shot the fireball that was shrunk to the size of a thumb in this direction.

The moment Hai Sangshu turned around, Qing Yingying realized that something was wrong, but until the fireball came, she still didn't believe that Hai Sangshu had seen her true body.

There was a "boom" explosion, which set off a huge shock wave. According to common sense, the sound wave and shock wave would continue to transmit, and it would take a long time to stop.

But this explosion came to an abrupt end after the first violent explosion, just like being strangled by the neck while singing. How could it be described in one word? Unfortunately, no one noticed this weirdness.

However, if you know that the battle between Qing Yingying and Hai Sangshu takes place in the inner space of Yu Ruyi, it is not surprising. In order to avoid damage, Yu Ruyi flattened the explosion by itself. The formation pattern made it so, even if there was no weapon spirit.

The scorching red light produced by the explosion dissipated, and what appeared in the original place was a blue bird with sharp eyes and claws, with wings spread out, more than ten feet long, handsome and arrogant, but now the feathers are scattered and blood is splattered, adding a bit of bleakness, but they are just superficial injuries, which will not cause any major problems.

"Good! Good! Good!" Qing Yingying said three good words in a row, and the previous playful mood was completely gone, showing the anger in her heart.

"Of course it's good, but it has nothing to do with you." A burst of light and shadow changed, and there was no movement of mana fluctuations. Wu Yi suddenly appeared, as if he appeared from nothingness, and sneered, saying that he was acting wild in front of him, and he really thought he was a soft persimmon.

Seeing the arrival of the main character, Qing Yingying said nothing and immediately flapped her wings, stirring up gusts of wind and rushing towards Wu Yi.

"The strength of a mantis arm." While pointing out the sea mulberry tree, Wu Yi was also calculating Qing Yingying's strength. Although she was strong, she was not as strong as himself.

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