The Journey of Immortal Cultivation-Chapter 829 - 457: Unsealing (Part 2)

He grabbed her hand at once, as the repeatedly failing Green Armor Guards rushed forward to pull her back. This woman was too dangerous; even with her power sealed, she could still threaten the Young Master twice in succession. No matter what, she should not be allowed to get close again.

Ning Xiaoxian did not struggle, allowing the Green Armor Guards to pull her more than ten feet away, before flashing a smile at Qing Ji.

Since the two met, she had never shown him a friendly face, but now suddenly her smile appeared, like clouds breaking to reveal the moon, spring water babbling, making Qing Ji’s face turn iron blue, full of anger, and leaving him stunned.

At this moment, a strong wind whistled from behind, and a massive figure charged forward with evil qi—a night of endurance, and Tu Jin finally made his move. He reverted to his Qishou True Body for a strong attack, his giant beast form charging like a high-speed train engine, the gust alone coming over was suffocating. Everyone immediately realized this guy was highly intimidating, as he sent a Green Armor Guard flying with a single encounter. Though this person had green demon armor for protection, he spilled blood from the corners of his mouth when thrown out, and the scales on his chest and abdomen all turned to powder, showing the power of this strike.

Another Green Armor Guard’s eyes flashed red light, uttered a roar, and transformed into his true form to fight against the Qishou. His True Body was an almost seven-meter-tall Fierce Ape, standing upright could still let his hands hang to the ground, also a mighty demon species, yet after entangled with the Qishou, quickly showed signs of strain. After consuming the Dragon Elephant Fruit, Tu Jin’s Qishou form had great strength, ordinary demons could hardly withstand it.

The Green Armor Guards blocked Qing Ji from behind, inadvertently ignoring Ning Xiaoxian. At this time, it seemed a light breeze was blowing overhead, someone shouted loudly: "Above!"

The experienced crowd did not look up, but quickly moved Qing Ji away. Suddenly, a white shadow flashed across the air, its speed indescribably fast, before anyone could react, the person holding Ning Xiaoxian let out a miserable cry, shockingly was clawed by a pair of sharp talons shining cold light right through his top of the skull. Though the Green Armor Guard’s head was naturally covered with a helmet during battle, the opponent punctured it, amazingly no harder than piercing a block of tofu.

Then the pair of sharp talons extended again, gently clasped Ning Xiaoxian’s shoulders, lifting her up to fly away.

It was Qi Zai coming to rescue her.

Feigned attack to one’s east, actual strike to one’s west! Qing Ji gritted his teeth in hatred. This White Bird, he had seen it while escaping with Yin Jiuyou’s clone, how come he didn’t think she had such backup today?

Qi Zai’s speed was unparalleled, during the short moment of the crowd’s daze, it had turned into a petite dot in the distance, beyond chase.

It brought Ning Xiaoxian to an open space in the woods, steadily putting her down before turning back, spreading its wings to rejoin the battle.

She closed her eyes.

Upon reopening them, she found herself in the God Demon Prison.

Her hands were bound, fortunately, her legs could still move. She lightly jumped onto the Black Stone Couch, where Ren Changtian caught her and embraced her, pressing one hand on her back to help extract the Soul-devouring Needles that were shackling her power.

Warmth emanated from his palm, she realized she was frozen to the core, her lips turned blue, involuntarily shivering. Unable to operate her divine power, she couldn’t resist the cold like everyone else, yet this was over thirty degrees below zero on the Snowy Plateau; it was thanks to her far superior physical condition that she hadn’t frozen into an icy block when Qing Ji pulled her out of the carriage.

Changtian touched the lock on her hand, muttering softly, then extended his fingers to simulate a blade, making a slicing gesture. The Immortal Locking Chain, claimed to be unbreakable even by immortals, unexpectedly only emitted two creaks before being lightly severed by his finger, with the cut neat and smooth as if carved by a knife.

What kind of divine skill is this? Before she could figure it out, Changtian compassionately embraced her tighter, his body instantly turning hotter than the summer sun, trying to chase away all the cold from her. Ning Xiaoxian suddenly received warmth, could not help but coil her arms around his trim waist, pressed herself tightly against his chest, her head turning and rubbing, while her upper and lower teeth finally started chattering.

Changtian laughed, reaching out to smooth her wind-tousled hair. There was a snowflake on top, before descending it landed in his palm, transforming into white vapor. "Bear it, the needle extraction will be very painful."

Ning Xiaoxian understood, he rarely exaggerates, if he says "it’s going to hurt", that means it really hurts!

Changtian infused divine power into her body, forcing the three Soul-devouring Needles to retract, slowly approaching the surface of the body. "Good girl." He kissed her sweating forehead, softly comforting, "Almost done."

What does it feel like having three steel needles puncturing inside the body? She was experiencing it most intensely now as they pierced through her blood vessels, muscles, almost brute-forcing their way closer to the skin, finally breaking through and exposing a slight silver light, then were extracted by Changtian.

Throughout the process, she leaned against his chest, never letting out a cry of pain, never changing her posture, even striving to relax as the needles moved, facilitating smoother extraction, though her delicate body trembled terribly.

His heart hurt terribly alongside.

Once the steel needles left her body, she ceased trembling. Her own divine power resumed operation, quickly intertwining with the divine power that Changtian sent over, rapidly mending the wounds left by the Soul-devouring Needles.

When she raised her head again, her eyes glowed with divine light and roaring fury.

Changtian gently lifted her chin, pressed a warm and gentle kiss. It didn’t last long, but at its end, her cheeks flushed, yet she clearly calmed down.

"Go out, kill him." Changtian was pleased, so traced a kiss down her brow, leaving a slight wetness.

She tightly clenched her fists, knuckles emitting two crisp clicking sounds.

Outside the God Demon Prison, amidst the chaotic battle.

As Qi Zai’s flashy trademark white feathers revealed, several of the masked black-clothed men opposite suddenly froze, then excitedly shouted continuously: "Qi Zai! Quickly come help us!" (To be continued. If you like this work, you’re welcome to visit qidian (qidian.com) to vote recommendation tickets, monthly tickets, your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please read at m.qidian.com.)